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my version of @breannasfluff's pride DTIYS!!
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Legend- Bisexual, Agender
Wild- Pansexual, Genderfluid
Hyrule- Asexual, Trans
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a request? what about your edging miguel and so you let him cum since he begging it however we continuing to do it? and so what about this but with cumplay ? you know,and he.....like into it,like you playing with he cum, on his body.thigh. abs, idk anywhere and just licking it idk?
so a kinda dom/sub!miguel x fem!reader
yea im crazy for a whiny men whos loves anything we do and espically whimper and beg
you with me girlie?
Yes yes yes, totally with you.
The plot for this was inspired by this ask, btw!!
@ce3stvu tagging my bby girl <3
Pairing: sub!miguel oâhara x dom!f!reader
Warnings: 18+, handjob, edging, cumplay, cum eating, dacryphillia if you squint, themes of jealousy
Summary: you remind miguel who he belongs to
A/N: i love dom!migs, but something about imagining that big man all whiny and crying is sooo hot
Word Count: 1K
Itâs all that stupid bitchâs fault. The thought is swirling around in Miguelâs head on repeat as his hips pathetically twitch and spasm upwards to try and loosen the grip you have around the blushing tip of his cock. Still, you merely apply more pressure, squeezing his poor head so hard your fingers act as a makeshift cock ring, making it impossible for Miguel to acquire any sense of relief as your other hand fondles his heavy, aching balls with little skill, your only goal being to tease him.Â
This was a much better way of reminding Miguel of your loyalty to one another than talking it out. Frankly, you didnât even know how to approach discussing the topic. You were supposed to be Miguelâs angelic, bubbly little girlfriend. You didnât want to cause a fight over some random spider-woman from work.Â
Instead, you smile from ear to ear as you watch the beads of tears that cling to Miguelâs gorgeous, thick eyelashes as he sobs and begs to cum, after youâve denied climax after climax with your possessive grip around the thick circumference of his dick.Â
Thereâs no doubt in your mind that other spider-people can hear Miguelâs unapologetic whines from outside his office, and the thought makes your mind a hazy fog of lust and pride. Hopefully, that new girl that Miguel was training, the one that kept running her grubby hands all over his arms and back like you were an idiot and wouldnât notice her blatant flirting.Â
You had initially felt guilty when you pulled Miguel away from his sparring session with the girl, leading him to his office with one goal in mind: reiterating that Miguel is yours and yours alone.
But now that he's been forced into becoming this mess of desperation and sticky pre-cum, your worries and shame have vanished. Only your touch can make Miguel feel this way, making him lose all of his self-control and dignity. And he does the same thing to you. Sure, an outsider would probably say all of this jealousy and possessiveness is toxic or overbearing, but you and Miguel can't help but cling to one another. You're each other's soulmates. That new girl could never compare.
"Hah- ah, fuck! M-Mami, por favor⊠need- ah! need to cum. Please, please l-lemme cum-!" Miguel begs, his tear-stained cheek squished against the smooth material of your spider suit that conceals your tits, but the warmth of his face seeps through the fabric, his breath causing your nipples to perk up at the subtle contact as you lean over him and giggle.Â
You keep your fingers squeezed around his tip, rubbing his swollen head in circular motions as your other hand cups his balls in the comfort of your palm. The tension around Miguelâs tip is almost torturous, making him curse and thrash around in his office chair as he desperately attempts to make your hand slip even slightly so that his dick can breathe again.Â
The thick, chocolate-brown hair that adorns the tan flesh from his belly button down to his base caresses your forearm each time Miguel fails to push through the restraint of your fist and thrust into your closed hand.Â
You feel bad for taking your insecurities out on your poor, unsuspecting boyfriend, who was just trying to be a good boss and do his job, so you decide to give him a break.
"Yeah? You gonna cum for me, guapo?" You coo teasingly, releasing the pressure around the leaky head of Miguel's cock and instead starting to pump his shaft, your pace fast and sloppy as you make up for the time spent prohibiting Miguel from having any kind of release.Â
Miguel's climax hits him like a freight train, his back arching drastically and his claws digging into his seat as his rock-hard cock spurts bucket loads of cum up into the air, the gooey strands of his devotion to you hitting his toned abs and coating the hair on his thighs and stomach, creating a pooling mess of semen, sweat, and tears as he slumps back in his chair and splutters.
You watch with wide eyes as Miguel's cum decorates his tan skin, like an abstract painting of your composition. And you couldn't be more proud of yourself. In a hypnotised state of desire and devotion, you scramble to your knees in between Miguel's spread thighs.Â
With a smile on your face, you lick a fat, sloppy stripe from Miguel's pelvis up to his juicy pecs, gathering his cum on your flat tongue and swallowing. He tastes divine.
No other bitch would treat him like this, using her hands and mouth to worship him like you do. You lap up every thick glob of shimmering cum from Miguel's panting body, not even able to savour it due to your desperation to taste all of him.
"You taste so good, Mig." You moan, eyes fluttering at the salty, decadent flavour of Miguel's cum flooding your senses. Your hand keeps pumping him slowly, milking every last drop of his delicious cum from his cock as you worship his body and devour his essence as it glistens on his stomach and thighs.Â
Your free hand scoops up some of his mess to watch how the strings make your fingers stick together, before shoving your digits in your mouth and sucking the cum off your fingers.Â
Miguel chuckles and moans at the sight of his pretty girl so desperate to please him, all to ensure his loyalty. The fact that you're more willing to drag your wet tongue up and down his cum-covered, shivering body than have a conversation about your feelings is a little odd, but Miguel's not complaining. It's sweet to see how much you love him, and how much you hate that new bitch for thinking she stands a chance against you.
Miguel holds your chin in his hands and stops you from feasting on any more of his cum, directing your gorgeous face upwards so that you're staring into his eyes. You rest your tacky hands on his thighs, making him tremble ever so slightly at the way your skin sticks to his, binding the two of you together.Â
Breathlessly, Miguel whispers to you, his girl, his one and only, the love of his life, with a crooked smile on his sweaty, fucked-out face.
"SĂłlo para ti, hermosa."
sick and tired of miguel being depicted as the âjealous and possessiveâ one in the relationship. If I had a man like that, Iâd be just as crazy
#ultravioletrayz#miguel smut#miguel o'hara#miguel o'hara smut#miguel oâhara smut#spiderman 2099 smut#miguel x reader#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel ohara x reader#miguel oâhara x reader#spider man 2099 x reader#miguel 2099#miguel ohara#spider man 2099#atsv miguel#miguel o'hara fanfiction#miguel ohara x you#miguel spiderverse#miguel x you#đ€uv-cđ€
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five questions
a/n: and here is the first of the wips! i know this was supposed to come out on friday and now it's almost wednesday but it's out and that's worth something, right? i hope you love this little fluff piece + mark as much as i do!
word count: 5.1k
tags:Â finance bro mark and y/n, slice of life, mostly fluff, kinda your typical suburban modern day couple, idk theyâre just good ppl who experience a slow and sweet romance, oh! and mark sucks at beer pong
sorry, is this seat taken?
you pride yourself on not being a very superficial person. you always look deeper into a person of interest and in the past, your friends have made fun of you because you never seemed to find the people they thought were attractive very hot at all.
he seems like he swears at his mom. they give off the impression that they are rude to waitstaff. i donât care how hot she is, sheâs literally fighting with a customer service worker for no reason.
did it mean that your ability to look past superficial identity led to you giving some pretty sketchy people second chances? maybe. but usually, it did more good than harm.
but for all of your in depth thinking, you realize that youâre just as superficial as every last one of your friends when the man of your dreams asks you to marry him.
what he really says is, âis this seat taken?â but it all sounds the same when youâre half in love.
with dark eyes that are bright and shine with innocent curiosity, slender lips with a slight pout, and tousled black hair that falls into his eyes, you realize this man looks like nothing short of an angel.
you stutter out a squeaky, "no, go ahead!" before moving your laptop a little closer to you so that the hot stranger could have space to put his things down. he offers you a sweet smile before sliding into the seat next to you.
"my name is mark, by the way," he says once he's settled into his seat. he's about to ask your name but he nods to the keychain that's attached to your lanyard. "i'm guessing your name is y/n? that's a cute keychain."
"yeah," you say, flipping the keychain so that mark could see it properly. "one of the kids i teach made me it a couple years ago and i've carried it around ever since."
mark's eyebrows furrow at that as he checks his calendar to make sure that he's in the right class. "you're an education major? what's an education major doing in a business statistics class? this class is an upper level business class i thought?"
you nod and close your laptop so that mark could see the sticker on the backside of your laptop. you point out the biggest one that has 'ucla - anderson school of management' written in bright yellow letters. mark's eyebrows knit as he reads it and you can't help but laugh softly at how utterly confused he looks.
"i'm a finance major. i just really like kids so i spent last summer juggling between an internship at apple and volunteering at a learning summer camp for kids who are underprivileged in education," you explain, watching as mark's confusion turns to awe, his dark eyes glinting as you explain.
"damn. that's so cool of you, y/n. i'm sorry i assumed you were an education major. turns out you're just an angel instead," mark says, almost offhandedly. you freeze at the last sentence and immediately, mark's ears turn bright red as he realizes what he had said.
you to turn to face forward as mark rubs the back of his neck awkwardly and if you weren't so damn flustered, you would take a picture of how incredibly cute he looks.
mark had pretty privilege, as far as you were concerned. if any other person said that, you would probably just laugh it off and thank them but a single comment from mark had you blushing and internally combusting. the worst part? you didn't even mind it.
the two of you are silent for another couple minutes before you turn to him once more, a corner of your lips tilted upwards, a teasing look in your eyes.
"you know i definitely don't mind being called angel by a pretty boy," you say casually. you try not to let your voice give away how nervous mark actually makes you but there's still a little shake when you say the word 'pretty'. because really, mark was so pretty. just...too pretty to be good for your heart.
it doesn't really matter though because mark looks at you like you've personally put the stars in the sky.
"you think i'm pretty?" mark says, his voice soft and tentative. you look at him strangely. surely he had heard that many times over the course of his life? why did he sound so surprised?
"i think you're very pretty, mark," you say matter-of-factly. mark wants to say something else but everyone has filed in and it seems as though the professor is starting the lecture soon as the lights begin to dim in the hall.
mark has heard that he was attractive many times before. in fact, he'd probably become synonymous with the word handsome, as his superlative in high school was 'most likely to become a famous singer' and 'most likely to win prom king'.
so why did his heart flutter so much when you called him pretty?
can you help me with this one?
turns out, mark is shit at statistics. he's great at the business part, as you have learned over the past three weeks of sitting next to each other and working on the practice problems together. but the actual statistics? you might as well be working with a victorian child.
"i still don't understand why you can't just assume that this condition applies in all scenarios," mark says as he reads through the question once more. the two of you had grown pretty close over the past month or so, and often, you would go to the library after class to work on the assigned homework or projects together.
mark was a good study buddy (he always brought good snacks) and he had a great work ethic that made you feel guilty about not studying when he was. not to mention that he was gorgeous eye candy to look at whenever you needed to take a break from your work.
which was pretty much all the time if it meant looking at mark lee a little while longer.
your friends had teased you when you described your encounters with mark thus far. although they never really crossed the line between platonic and romantic relationships, just the fact that you were practically dying of anticipation was enough to rile your friends up.
you had had a few partners in the past but most of them ended at the situationship stage - very few of them become actual relationships. so, you had put a pause on dating for good (much to the dismay of your gossip mongering best friends) and had been happily single for the past year or so. unfortunately, that was when you met mark lee and your heart decided to rebel against all sense of logic.
besides his pretty face (your friends were very surprised to hear that you had developed a crush on a good looking man for once; you had a seriously incriminating track record), mark lee had a pretty heart. he was so incredibly humble and kind to everyone he knew - which was a lot of people, as you came to learn. he was super friendly and great at remembering little details about people that made them feel as though he truly cared about them.
which he really did. it seemed like mark truly cared a lot about every single one of his seemingly thousands of friends and went out of his way to make them feel loved. for you, however, it seemed like he went above and beyond.
it seemed as though after mark (and you, really) had gotten over the initial shyness and awkwardness, the two of you were rarely seen apart. you weren't sure if the two of you were toeing the line of romantic relationship yet, but it just felt like you guys were having fun. even without a label or anything, you and mark tended to gravitate towards each other in social situations and even made consistent efforts to see each other outside of your respective friend groups.
for example, you really didn't belong in the frat scene. you had expended all of the energy and patience you had for frat house parties during your freshman year and quite frankly, as a junior in college, it felt kind of embarrassing to go to them without having any real connections to brothers themselves.
but mark was a brother in nu chi theta so within the first month of your friendship, you found yourself at the NCT house with a red solo cup and an uncomfortable top on.
"hey y/n! i'm losing over here! can you help me with this one?" mark calls out from behind you. you turn around to see him extending a ping-pong ball (that smelled like it was coated in beer, vodka, and...laundry detergent?) in your direction. you look to see if your friends, who you had dragged along to the party, were going to save you from death by beer pong but you're on your own when you see two of your friends making out with the same boy.
you would stop them but the image was far too gruesome and downright hilarious. and in their drunken state, you doubted you could really separate the lovebirds (?) anyway.
"alright, but it's gonna cost you, lee," you sigh dramatically, setting your cup down on the counter before accepting the ping-pong ball, your fingers brushing over mark's.
"name your price," mark says confidently as you line up your shot, ignoring the heat that radiates off of mark's body as you realize that mark was a lot closer than you had previously anticipated. his words sink into your skin and you involuntarily shiver when you feel his breath on your neck.
"hmm...i'll have to think about it..." you trail off, finally throwing the little ping-pong ball into the cup. you turn so that your chest was pressed against mark's front and all your thoughts have been replaced by the look of his eyes in the dim lighting. the words tumble out of your mouth before you even realize what you're saying.
"go on a date with me?"
your heart drops as you see mark's face turn from confusion to shock and then back to confusion. he rubs his neck awkwardly (a habit, you had noticed, that tended to present himself when he felt particularly confused) as he licks his lips nervously.
"was...was us hanging out everyday not...dating? i kinda thought we were already going on dates," mark mumbles, his cheeks flushed. you stare at him and a strange gurgling laughter rips out of your mouth before you clamp your hand over your mouth, your eyes wide in horror at the sound that came out of your mouth.
"does this mean you like me?" you ask, and once again, you're graced with the sight of mark lee looking just all too angelic under the strobe lighting as he nods before tentatively making eye contact with you.
"uh...if you asked me on a date, am i safe to assume that you like me too?" mark proposes and the way that he says it, almost like he was presenting a business pitch to a potential investor, makes you laugh once more as you lean a little closer to mark, your lips barely brushing against his.
"more than you realize, mark."
can i come inside?
the first time mark came with you to help out with the kids at the school, it was completely unexpected. another one of the student teachers had suddenly fallen ill (you found out a few months later that at his girlfriend's baby shower that he was not, in fact, sick) and no one else was available to help out.
your supervisor was a sweet old lady who was dedicated to helping as much as she could before 'her joints gave up on her' - which meant that oftentimes, she tried to take on more responsibility than she really could. and then that meant that she often didn't hire enough staff to keep the place running, hoping that she could do all of the administrative things herself so that all of the people who did come in could focus on working with the kids. needless to say, as one of the only volunteers who had been with the organization for more than four years, you knew more than well that the sweet old lady needed more people to help her out.
so, you forced your boyfriend of three years to help you out. well, not really forced. mark had the day off from work because it was the day before july 4th and really didn't have any plans for the day. so when mrs. varghese calls you frantically at nine o'clock the previous night, mark offered to come with you.
"we've been together for the past three years and we've been living together for the past one and a half. i lose my girlfriend every monday and thursday evening to kids. i gotta meet the little suckers who've been monopolizing my girlfriend." which was mark's stupid way of saying i love you. let me help you out a little bit. let me be part of your world. maybe in the disney princess way.
and you're a sucker for kids and your boyfriend, even after dating for three years, so you agree and the next day, you're piling into the passenger seat at seven in the morning to teach young children addition and subtraction.
not really how the two of you (mostly mark) were planning on spending on of your rare days off but you could never deny mrs. varghese of anything. especially if it meant more time with the kids.
mark always joked about how you should've become a teacher but as much as you loved the children and the interactions with them, you were not a fan of the underpaying salaries. so you made it a point to become successful in your career and dedicate a percentage of your paycheck to donate to the school you volunteered at instead.
which had caused some struggles when you first moved in with mark, given that it was only the two of you rather than you living with three of your friends and your share of the rent went higher. but you figured it out and mark definitely wasn't the type of person to hold it over your head that you weren't able to pay your full share of rent for the first two months.
because that's just who he was. he would cover for you, covering up all of the little parts of yourself that you didn't like. and you would help him see that those blemishes he thought he had were just things that made him more lovable to you.
so when mark steps into the little school and immediately, kids are swarming to the two of you, trying to find out who the attractive boyfriend was, you're not even surprised. mark had a natural, comforting air about him (not to mention the fact that the kids were overly invested in your personal life) that made people want to draw to him like moths to a flame.
in fact, he's so overwhelmed by the love that the kids are showing him, he's still hovering around the door awkwardly, semi-bowing to mrs. varghese, who's watching him with amusement.
"can i come inside?" mark asks, trying to take a step forward while not hurting any little kids. you snort at his awkward shuffle before clapping your hands together, taking it upon yourself to relieve your poor boyfriend from the possibility of death by enthusiastic children.
"can you or may you?" mrs. varghese says with a humorous smile and mark's eyebrows furrow as he contemplates the question. the kids are slowly making their way over to you, where you're starting to distribute fruit pouches as a morning snack and mark finally feels as though he's only carrying his own body weight - as opposed to ten other children's.
"it was 'can i' at first but now i think it's more of a 'may i'. mrs. varghese, i presume?" mark says, extending his hand for the old lady to shake. she just looks at it strangely before gathering mark in a tight, bone-crushing hug.
for such a frail old lady, she had a lot of strength.
"get out of here with those manners. y/n's told me a lot about. and anyone in y/n's corner is family here, alright?" mrs. varghese says, and mark has to blink furiously to push back the tears, although he can't really tell why her words are hitting him so hard.
"thanks."
you mean that?
mark was really easy to love. that's just the type of person he was. in everyone else's eyes, he was a good guy who just always tried to be better at the things he was already incredibly good at. he was always polite with strangers, babies cooed at him, and was the type to be the person to start a 'pay-it-forward' queue whenever he could afford to do so.
and for all of his perfectness, mark was a very flawed man. he was a little bit of a miser - he hated to spend money on himself, even if he would splurge a little more on you. he was a little bit on the insecure side, and no matter how many times you told him that you loved him all the more for his quirks, he still got down about it. mark was also really bad at communication when things made him upset. he was just so easy-going that he would let the smaller things accumulate and build until he's practically bursting.
and mark was kinda mean when he got angry.
he would never hurt you, of course. mark didn't think he could ever live with himself if he knew that he had laid a hand on anyone - but you in particular. and he really, really was trying to work on his communication skills so that he wouldn't let it build and then get so angry.
but when mark got angry, he seemed to just turn into a different person. it had only happened once in your relationship before, almost right after you had moved in together
it was about something incredibly stupid but the tension had been building for a while prior to that. technically, before you moved in, the apartment had been mark and one of his friend's, johnny seo from school, before johnny had moved out to move in with his own girlfriend. and mark and johnny weren't exactly...the cleanest people. you didn't really mind the mess but soon it turned into an unhealthy balance of mark leaving things around the house and you having to clean up after him.
not to mention that a lot changes when a couple moves in together. naturally, tensions were running a little high. for all your cleanliness, you had a really bad habit of leaving unfinished meals in the fridge until they went bad and started to smell, which made mark upset because that was a waste of a valuable meal. and so on and so forth.
one day, the tensions just burst and the two of you ended up in a screaming match going back and forth and back and forth about cleanliness and not eating properly and soon, it escalated from a conversation about living together to being together in the first place.
mark regretted it almost immediately, cursing himself out when he saw you just completely shut down in front of his eyes. he knew his anger got the best of him sometimes, and when he was in the moment, all he could think about was winning the argument, no matter what he needed to say to win.
that had been the worst fight you've ever had. after that fight, you got a lot better about portioning your food to eliminate leftovers and mark made a more conscious effort to clean up. you also started talking more to each other about what things did or didn't make you happy.
but even as mark was getting better at communicating with you, he still didn't know how to raise up issues with you. usually, you would tell mark what you were up to and then you would naturally ask him yourself if he was comfortable with what you were doing. he would then reply with a simple yes or no with an explanation and that would be the end of that. he always hesitated to raise up an issue with you though. he didn't want you to think that he was trying to control your life or be one of those possessive boyfriends.
one day, though, you were out clubbing with your friends (your friend had recently broken up with her fiancé and she really needed her girlfriends) and you had come home pretty late. mark had stayed up, watching a movie (barely), worried about you making it home safely because he knew that your friends were prone to trying to get you as wasted as possible.
mark never told you explicitly but you had a feeling that's how he felt. it frustrated you though that he never said anything to you and wait for you to bring it up to him instead. so that night, you decided to drink a little more than usual (but not as much as they tried to make you drink) so that you could finally, finally get mark to talk to you about his issues.
really, for your behavior, you were expecting to have a round two of what had happened when you first moved in with him. you were imagining a screaming match like no other but instead, mark just looks at you, sighs, and pulls you into a hug when you come stumbling through the door. confused, you begin to pull away, but mark just continues to hold you tight.
"i was so worried that you might not get home safe. and i promise we'll have a proper conversation about this when you're sober in the morning but i love you so much and...let's just talk about this in the morning, okay?" mark mumbles into your hair. you let mark just rock you gently side to side as he clings onto you, completely opposite from the reaction you were expecting.
"mark, i'm not drunk. i just...i'm tired of always being the one to bring up issues. i know that you don't like it when i get drunk outside because you're worried for me but i'd rather you tell me that than me having to guess that by myself. i can make my own decisions and i'm a big independent girl but you're the singular most important person in my life. i would never consciously do something to make you uncomfortable but i make mistakes sometimes. i need you to be open and honest with me when something makes you uncomfortable - because i know it takes a lot to get that far in the first place."
mark steps back to look you in the eyes, his eyes glittering in the shitty lighting of the apartment. "you really mean that?"
"i mean it with my whole heart."
do you promise to love me for the rest of our lives?
mark tries not to trip. he tries really hard to hold in his sneezes, tears, and any other bodily fluids that are inappropriate for the situation. but the nearly fifteen feet from the entrance to the where the officiant is standing is enough to make mark want to puke all over the very expensive carpet you bought for the wedding.
when you first proposed having a backyard wedding, mark was extremely opposed.
a wedding was a once in a lifetime day where you could celebrate your union together with your partner and start the journey to the rest of your lives together. in fact, it was mark, not you, who had the pinterest board (although, to be fair, it wasn't actually a pinterest board and was rather just a folder on his phone of screenshots from pretty tiktoks). he had a vision for the wedding - one that included all members of your friend circle, your families, and your family friends as well.
and well, that wasn't really in the budget. rather than spend 100k on a one day event, you proposed having a backyard wedding that would be significantly more economical and using that 100k to buy a starter home.
"you still get your expensive venue and we have a place to move into. a real home that we can start a family in, mark," you had argued as mark paced back and forth in the small, almost cramped apartment the two of you shared. mark stops when he realizes that it only takes fourteen steps to make it from one side of the room to the other side and back.
and that was the biggest room.
so mark agrees on one condition: there are no lacking traditional elements of the wedding. the both of you worked together on the pain-staking process of planning a wedding that included portions of your culture and his culture to put on the wedding of a lifetime. hopefully the only wedding of your lifetimes.
well, the only wedding for you and mark, at least. but that was about the future and in the present, mark can barely keep from keeling over right there at the beautifully decorated altar that you and your mother had spent hours on.
after so long of being together, mark can't help but feel just so incredibly lucky and overwhelmed to be finally marrying you. you. the person of his dreams. the person who taught him that love isn't always fireworks and euphoric thrills; that love can be huddling together when gas bills were too high to pay and wanting nothing more than to see your significant other when it's been a long day.
love was you and mark really, really can't wait to finally show the world how much he truly loved you.
unsurprisingly, mark almost cries when you finally enter, the picture of the stunning bride as you clutch your father's arm for the last time as y/n l/n instead of y/n lee. mark isn't sure the last time he saw you this nervous but when you meet his eyes, he can feel the rest of the world melt away.
just normal people with enough love to fill the world, is what you say in your vows. just a guy and a girl in the same business class who never travel business class because the two of you are such money minders - something that my soon to be husband has rubbed off on me.
"i will never forget the moment that i knew i was so irrevocably love with mark. it was two days after we fought for the first time. i remember that i was so incredibly angry and scared that that fight would be the end of y/n and mark. that i would have to move out and redownload tinder and just be miserable again for losing one of the best things in my life over a little sock in the wrong place and leftover pizza."
"but two days after we fought, mark came up to me, hugged me and just said, 'we're gonna get through this. i love you too much to not get through this.' and even though everything just seemed so uncertain, the moment mark said that, i knew instantly that we really were going to get through it. because mark had faith in us. and i have faith in us. i love you, mark lee. from the moment you sat down in that ucla business class. i have loved you for so long and i will continue to love you forever."
there isn't a single dry eye in the house (quite literally) after your vow. mark has to clear his throat four or five times before he can start his vows, too afraid that his voice would give out on him in the middle due to how much emotion he was feeling.
"y/n, you asked me one day when we were binging american horror story and pigging out with a family sized bag of chips when i started falling in love with you. and i couldn't answer then so i just said that for as long as i can remember. and that's true - i still don't know when i fell in love with you. i just remember that one day i woke up alone in bed (don't worry mr. l/n, i have never slept in a ten mile radius of your daughter...please don't make her divorce me) and thinking that i would rather wake up next to you instead for the rest of my life."
"but i do know when i realized you were my soulmate. five moments when i knew i found the one. when i asked you if i could sit down next to you in business class. when i asked you to help me with statistics because for being a business major, i'm horrible at math - go figure. when i volunteered with you for the first time with mrs. varghese. mrs. varghese! - where are you - mrs. varghese! may i marry y/n? then i'll be real family."
mrs. varghese blows into a handkerchief unceremoniously, waving mark off through her tears, making the crowd and you laugh a little. mark's smile grows when he sees you laugh and continues on nervously.
"and the fourth moment was the time when you gave me a reality check. when you reminded me that love doesn't work without communication. you've changed me so much for the better, y/n, and i truly could not thank you enough for it. so, i have one last question for you. one last moment for me to know that we're soulmates."
mark takes a deep breath, holding one of your hands in both of his as he looks at you with soft eyes, so filled with love that your breath catches in your throat. "i promise to love you and stand by you for as long as i breathe. can you - can you promise...do you promise to love me for the rest of our lives?"
it seems as though everyone in the venue is holding their breath before you press a sweet kiss to mark's cheek and say the words that everyone has been waiting for.
"i do."
and with those five questions, mark lee had found his soulmate.
#jnnul#nct dream fic#nct 127 fic#nct fluff#mark lee#nct headcanons#nct dream fluff#nct dream#nct#mark lee fic#mark fluff#nct 127 fluff#nct 127 headcanons#nct dream headcanons#mark headcanons
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Simon âGhostâ Riley x AFAB!READER
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warnings/tags: pre-discussed and consensual somnophilia, no pronouns other than you, slightly unsure Simon, uhhh idk how to spell it but Simonâs being a munch rn
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Simon was a man of great self restraintâ it was something heâd always seemed to pride himself on, even from a young age, heâd always had that sense of being able to stop himself in even the most tempting situations. Self-discipline was one of the top things on his list that kept him from doing anything reckless, stupid or idiotic. However, coming home to find you like this⊠that was unexpected.
You were sprawled out on the bed, blankets wrapped in your limbs like a ribbon with spots of exposed skin in just the right places, your stomach, your upper body, one long leg. You had on a tank top, a pair of rather skimpy black underwear and nothing elseâ it was almost like youâd planned on tempting him and of course, this was a conversation youâd had with Simon. He usually came home early in the mornings, around 4:30 or 5:00am, when you were still wrapped up in the loving embrace of sleep. There were other circumstances thatâd brought the topic up, though. How Simonâs low sex drive fluctuated and the urge to be buried deep inside of you hit at the most random times, usually just as early as his returns home.
That was how the conversation was brought up and you were the one to mention it. âYou know⊠you could justâŠâ Your voice trailed off, eyes shifting Simonâs face for a moment before darting away.
âJust what?â Simon questioned back, gaze lifting to meet yours. âOh, donât be nervous, lovey.â He cooed gently, sensing the anxiety radiating off of your body. He pulled you closer, into his lap. He placed three gentle kisses against your face lovingly, humming as his arms wrapped around your torso, âWhat could I just do?â He hummed against your ear.
While his loving reassurance was kind, and seemed to ease some of the anxiety in you, it didnât all leave. âYou could just⊠fuck me while Iâm asleep, if you wanted.â You told him softly, not daring to meet his gaze.
At first, the idea was one that Simon just seemed to laugh off. It felt⊠too close for comfort on the lines of what he thought was right, or wrong. Taking advantage of youâ even if youâd given previous consent, in a state where you felt safe, vulnerable and comfortable just wasnât something he really was interested in doing.
But⊠now, taking in the frame of your body, the way your face was completely relaxed and as beautiful as ever with the moonlight shining over your body from the window to the right of the bed⊠he was seemingly rethinking this. The man leaned over, placing his duffle bag down beside the entrance of your room as he came over to the bed.
Gingerly Simon reached out and gripped the edges of the plush blankets that kept him from taking in every inch of you. He hesitated for just a moment before pulling it back, taking a moment to bask in the glory that was you, your body, your presence. It all filled him as soon as he peeled the material backâ this was new for him, slightly exciting, a bit nerve-wracking. Youâd asked him to do this. That was what he had to keep reminding himself in an attempt to calm the nerves that had now taken place in his stomach and he hadnât even really done anything yet.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, springs groaning and creaking under his weight. He reached out slowly, brushing hair from your sleeping face. He hummed gently, hand cupping the side of your face for a moment as his thumb ran along the height of your cheekbone. He stayed like this for a second or two, simply watching you and allowing himself to feel comfortable enough to do what he really wanted to.
Dark eyes raked over your body, his hand following the movement until his hand and gaze rested on your abdomen. You didnât stirâ always such a hard sleeper, which, he supposed was working to his favor at this moment. He crept lower, into the waistband of your underwear. The man let out a gentle exhale as his fingers found the heat of your folds, index finger prodding at your entrance while his thumb brushed teasingly at your clit. Testing the waters, seeing how youâd react. Your body twitched, a pleasured sigh escaping your parted lips. This was enough encouragement for a bit of confidence to well in Simonâs chest. He removed himself from the invasion of your underwear, moving to sit between your legs. His fingers hooked into each side of the thin layer of fabric restricting his access to you, slowly pulling them down your legs. Warmed palms followed, tossing the material aimlessly behind him.
He hummed, large palms parting your thighs gently. He took a moment to drink in the beauty of your unclothed frame before his tall frame leaned down, licking a broad stripe along your core. The sound that escaped your still sleeping body was like music to his ears, only more encouragement for him to continue. The second your taste hit his tongue, he was to work. His tongue is latched onto your clit, eye fluttering closed as he allows his instincts to take over.
Simonâs hands stayed rested on either of your thighs, placing a minimal amount of pressure as he held them open to keep his access to your body, despite your beginning stages of movementâ which was not something new, you were just as squirmy for him while awake and conscious. He swirled his tongue around your clit, humming gently against the bundle of nerves. A wicked grin spread across his lips as he felt your hips start to roll against his face a bit, small whines and whimpers escaped you.
You were stirring, and by the way you were moving, Simon could only assume youâd be awake sometime soon. The wet muscle that was providing your unaware body with so much pleasure dipped down, finding itâs way into your entrance. The moment it did so, a quickened breath caught in your throat. Your hands reached out, lacing into Simonâs short locks. Your eyes opened to slits, brows furrowing lightly. âFuck⊠yesâŠâ You hissed out, back arching lightly as you basically forced poor Simonâs head to stay buried in your sex.
Your head lifted a bit, breathing out heavily as his tongue plunged in and out of your body, hips bucking against his face. âPlease, Simon, pleaseâ fuck, donât⊠donât stop.â You managed out, voice breathy and still filled with the grips of slumber. Simon was more than happy to oblige, your broken words and hiccuped noises only seemed to encourage his actions.
The familiar heat of orgasm coiled in your abdomen as his tongue pressed into that perfect, sweet spot nestled deep within your body. Your brows furrowed, eyes squeezing closed as you let out a gentle groan, âThatâs it, right thereâŠâ You spoke, moaning as Simonâs tongue thrust inside of you as deep as he could. Your back arched further, fingers pulling lightly at the strands of hair zipped between your grip. Your orgasm ripped through your body, a harsh breath escaping first and then the reverb of your moans. Simonâs assault on your core stopped, but he stayed between your legs, still suckling at your clit to help ride out the lingering waves of the orgasm crashing over your body.
It was two minutes or so before he stopped, and youâd let your tightened grip on his head go. He hummed gently, fingers stroking along your abdomen as he looked up to you. There was a small smile on his face as he reached out, placing his hand back against your face. He moved so he was atop of you, hovering over your body. His mouth was glistening with your juices but that didnât seem to phase him, he brought his free hand up to wipe against his mouth, âSweet as ever.â He spoke softly, leaning up to place gentle kisses against your neck and jaw.
You hummed back, arms wrapping around his shoulders loosely. You basked silently in the kisses, humming as you tilted your head towards him. Your eyes closed slowly, âMissed you so muchâŠâ You tell him softly, fingers toying with the back of his hairline.
He leans down, forehead resting against yours. âI missed you, too, lovie.â He whispered back, kissing against your cheek twice before moving to lay next to you. He pulled you against his body, covering you both up. âGet back to sleep, yeah?â He spoke gently, running a hand along your back. âWe can continue this in the morningâŠ. let you rest up a bit.â
Thereâs a small huffed laugh that escapes your throat, but you donât have much fight. You nodded against Simonâs chest. âYeahâŠâ You muttered, âThat sounds⊠like a really good idea.â You whispered out softly, eyes closing as you nuzzled your body against his side.
#call of duty smut#call of duty#cod modern warfare#cod mw22#cod x reader#cod mwii#ghost cod#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#simon riley smut#smut
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Ghosts of Our Pasts: 9
DP x DC Crossover
Danny Fenton and Damian Wayne Siblings AU
Ao3
Masterpost Previous Next
Dani: Yo, what's with the massive group chat I just got dropped into?
Dani: I'm assuming you guys have to do with this
Tucker: ....did... did we forget to send you Dannyâs new number?Â
Dani: he has a NEW one? I just swapped his contact information like 2 weeks agoÂ
Tucker: it's actually the same number just backwards... present from the Backwards Day GhostÂ
Dani: WOW
Tucker: it was miserableÂ
Dani: I'm sure
Dani: so about the group chat?
Tucker: Danny met his bio-sibling and he had a fraid too, so idk its like fraid inlaws or something?Â
Dani: Bio-sibling? Danny's adopted?Â
Tucker:Shouldn't you know this?
Dani: Why would I?
Tucker: You're his cousin....
Dani: Oh... I forgot I told you guys that... Â
Tucker: ?
Dani: I'm his clone
Tucker: this is gonna be a wild story isn't it
* Dani started a call that lasted 31 minutes *
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Jazz: Danny why did you just put me in a group chat with like 25 people in it?
Danny: Sibling groupchatÂ
Jazz: What?Â
Jazz: Danny, I'm going to need a bit more explanation than that.Â
Jazz: you didn't get cloned again?
Jazz: Did you???
Jazz: Danny?
* 1 missed call from Jazz *
* 2 missed calls from Jazz *
* 3 missed calls from Jazz *
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Jazz: please tell me Danny lost his phone again and isn't in some kind of trouble.Â
Tucker: Oh, it's in his bag... he's out rn...
Jazz: out where?
Jazz: I thought this was supposed to be a 'laying low' vacation?Â
Sam: that was before he met his brotherÂ
Jazz: his brother?Â
Tucker: yeah! Apparently he's related to the Batman!
Jazz: you left him alone with his brotherÂ
Sam: Yeah...?
Jazz: the brother that killed him?
* multiple people are typing *
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So yeah, Danny was officially tasting emotions now. He realized as Damian looked him over. The flour-y taste of concern was replaced with a salty-savory pride as he confirmed that, no, Danny hadn't been shot. (Well, he would've been, if he hadn't decided to not be tangible.) Then Bio-dad dropped down, mugger dude gave off another milk-sour wave of fear. Then Bio-dad saw the gun and huh, he didn't think describe how disappointment tasted with human words. But maybe he should be focusing less on what flavors most accurately described his stupid new empath ability and focus more on the situation at hand.
Together Dami and Bio-dad explained the normal process of cuffing criminals in obvious places so the police can find them. It was simple, didn't really require Danny to do anything, so he disassembled the weapon while he listened. Which he probably shouldn't have done, because now he was being asked to hand it over as evidence...
"Uh..." Danny fished the larger pieces back out of his pocket, but their was a lot of little ones, because he might've phased the screws out to take apart the fun little inner bits and he ended up dropping tiny metal parts all over the sidewalk.Â
There was a beat of silence, then Damian clicked his tongue with a little "Tt," and Danny flushed.Â
"Sorry..." Danny started.
"It's fine," the Bat said. Amusement, it turned out, tasted like raspberries.
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Danny, holding a deadly weapon: "is this a fidget toy?"
Somebody told me once that they didn't see any Canon evidence that Sam and Tucker knew Dani was a clone. And like, their lives are so crazy that peice of information falling into a crack, sure. Where did Danny's concerned about vlad cloning people came from. Like they didn't question it, vlad is weird. They could see him doing it... oh... he did do it? That makes more sense than a sudden semi rational fear.
Also Batman has absolutely noticed some weird things about Danny. But he also knows that Danny has "a weird conglomeration" of Lazarus put side effects, and that Danny said "mood" about being in other dimensions. It might be ooc for him to be patient with answers, but he's in my story so he's gotta play by my rules.
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Jensen in DA is SO GOOD. Alec is my bebe and I love him. He deserves better. Even that proves how good of an actor he is.
I also feel Jared puts Jen down whether intentionally or not. Jen would not be caught dead really insulting Jared but Jpad seems to wear it a badge of honor if he can get Jen flustered.
And don't even get me started on the prequel thing.
That's something I don't think I can ever forgive.
He's not a toddler and depression doesn't excuse bad behavior.
And Jared is the golden child of the cw and I think it's bc he's a spoiled brat. He gets what he wants bc he knows they need him.
Idk. I just hope either Jen goes off at some point or that Jared gets what's coming to him. I'm waiting for his in Icarus moment.
Jensen's going places. Jared has no future outside of Daddy cw.
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Hello again! Sorry for the delay; it was Very Late when we were speaking earlier, and I didn't see your notification come through before I was conking out for the night :) It was nice to find waiting for me though!
And yes, absolutely; Alec was an awesome character, and I cannot stress that enough! He was done unfortunately dirty by the situations on set --- now that is an irl situation that I've heard a lot about --- but I really liked what they were able to produce in spite of that. I loved the friendship that developed between him and Joshua, especially (though it'd be nice if that X-5 from his past missions had been able to stick around for longer, so he wasn't quite so isolated). Also, though it isn't saying anything about Alec, per se, I loved 'Pollo Loco'; it was one of the few s1 episodes I really enjoyed.
I will be the first to confess that I don't know as much as others about Jensen's and Padalecki's irl interactions, but I've seen a number of clips from conventions and the like, and I've had the same impression. Given that these were just clips I came across looking at neutral tags on Tumblr, the fact that a random sample of these all left me with the same impression definitely tends to suggest that there's a statistical prevalence for that kind of behavior. Additionally, those bits I have seen --- his tantrums on Twitter, his thing about "anyone could have played Dean", being negative towards Misha (e.g. calling him a servant "jokingly" when he brings Jensen a beer, etc), and --- lest I be called biased again --- even the non-Jensen-centric bits of vitriol I've seen on Padalecki's social media.
And. The prequel thing. I feel like that speaks for itself.
As for the rest, I think it's probably easiest just to say that I agree (and I can feel the stans readying their keyboards for more threats, so keeping this brief is probably a good idea). We'd been talking earlier about the pride before the fall, but I like your term: Icarus moment. And yeah, for now, Padalecki's at least treading water. Maybe that'll last for a while --- especially given that he has an entire army of people willing to fight for him, for some (not so) unknown reason --- and, if it does, I guess I congratulate him. Fooling a large number of people is, after all, the main job that an actor's supposed to accomplish and, personally, I can't help but feel that he's managed it to some degree. After all, convincing this many people he can act is an impressive trick!
#answered asks#scripted downfall asks answered#anti jared padalecki#acting anon#hey so breaking news#jared fans? you don't have to be here!#like... it's almost as if I've tagged these posts!#with words that tell you they're anti!#*intentionally*!#*so you can avoid them!*#i'm not gonna say dni because you're just gonna ignore it anyway#but come on folks#don't act like i'm targeting you here#i gave you everything you needed to avoid it
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tag game: catching up
thank you @ticklishraspberries for the tag!! I almost always forget to do these when i am tagged so i made sure to do it right away this time instead of Procrastinating dskjfhkjdf
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â€ïž Newest obsession: i am certain my recent queue has given it away dkjfhdf, but batman and his batfam (and other related parties), somehow i got hooked on fanfic of them despite having never touched a comic and having limited cartoon knowledge, and now these characters are all i've thought about for WEEKS lol
đ„ Last three movies I watched and what I thought of them:
(i haven't actually watched any movies in a couple weeks and all of these movies were watched on the same day, so, dkjsfhdjf)
But I'm a Cheerleader (2000) - love love love this movie SO much, changed my life the first time i saw it as a teenager. It's an annual rewatch for my friends and I during pride month, and this year we watched it drunk which just made it even funnier lol
Shrek (2001) - don't ask me how we wound up watching Shrek at the pride month party we were drunk and insisting shrek and fiona are the queerest m/f couple ever (they are though, i stand by that). I love this movie with every fiber of my being. This was undiagnosed autistic toddler August's first special interest, as a kid I genuinely watched this movie almost every day
Puss in Boots: The Last Wish (2022) - I don't think we even had an excuse for this pride party pick we just wanted to watch puss in boots skdjfhf -- anyways this movie is genuinely a MASTERPIECE. The animation is gorgeous, the story is amazing, the characters are outstanding. 11/10 would recommend
đ¶ Three songs Iâve discovered recently and loved:
i genuinely don't think I've discovered any new music recently jdkfhdf i just relisten to the same songs over and over, so I think I am just gonna do the last three songs i listened to:
Fair - The Amazing Devil
Chords - The Amazing Devil
Drinking Song for the Socially Anxious - The Amazing Devil
can you tell i really like The Amazing Devil sdkjfh
đ Newest Fav Ships: fanfic has gotten me shipping SuperBat now lol, which is a ship I knew about but didn't care about either way until recently. And also BirdFlash and JayRoy kjdfhjds -- the batfam hyperfixation controls all at the moment
đș Currently Watching: Batman The Animated Series :)
đ Currently Reading: aside from the 80+ ao3 tabs i have up on my phone of batfam fanfic, I'm not currently reading any books -- which sucks!! I wanna read books!!! But the last book i was reading MONTHS ago (and didnt finish) was the 2nd book in the Atlas Six series and honestly they are such boring, meaningless, plotless books to slog through that it's put me in a several-months reading slump sdkjhdf i wanna get back to reading soon!
đź Currently Playing: Baldur's Gate 3 and Super Mario Sunshine!
đ Currently Looking Forward To: i dont think there is anything particularly exciting that i am looking forward to atm??? Idk i might get a chance to completely redo my room in a few months so that'll be fun lol
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Recently finished: uhhhhhh idk lol,, washing my sheets and remaking my bed? and thank god for that because it is the WORST chore in the world for someone with a bad back and screwed up joints lol
đ Something to share: i just did my love test with wyll in bg3 and got all the answers right :) i loev him
Tagging: (i never know how many people i am supposed to tag for these things dkjfhdf) @dreamingticklee, @achilleean <3, @hypahticklish
Obviously no pressure to do it either way though, my friends!
#august rambles#tag games#me: do not reveal any information about yourself or your life. remain mysterious and unknowable#also me: *is absolutely what the kids are calling a âyapperâ these days* dkjfdfdfg
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Send me a â đ„ â for an unpopular opinion. Bonus points if you include a topic. ( IE. shipping, roleplaying, ect. )
Okay. I struggled to come up with some topics to talk about for a while plus just issues through the entirety of this week. BUT I FIGURED IT OUT.
đ„ - PROMOS. tbh, promo's main use were to help roleplayers find other roleplayers, to spread the word about your blog and find more partners and people to make friends and broaden your experiences with learning about new and exciting fandoms. Now I just find them tedious, and annoying to make. if you aren't a popular blog the odds of your promo being reblogged and spread around is so minimal. it also just feels like clout chasing at this point. and yeah nothing wrong with reblogging your promo and having your friends hype you up, but then ppl wonder why they think the rpc is so alienating? cuz someone else will reblog their promo's expecting the same thing and they don't get it and then they feel left out. but if its just so you can get some nice thrown at you, it just feels like more clutter for my dash especially if I'm already following you. now if you're a NEW blog. if you just joined a fandom, and you want some exposure, I'm down for that because that is what a promo is supposed to be for.
đ„ - Personals. I actually like personals. sometimes personals care more about what I post than my own followers. i get ppl being upset if they reblog their threads, but liking your posts? and maybe reblogging a headcanon or something but idk i guess for me that stuff just doesn't bother me. I love when people reblog my headcanon and they agree. or they add onto it, with their own thoughts. or they tell me how much they love it. makes me feel seen. makes me feel cool. i just think people forget that tumblr is NOT a roleplay site. yes, we found a use to tailor it to our hobby, that doesn't mean everyone who comes across our blogs know that. they arent apart of our community, what makes you think they have to abide our guidelines for it? tbh, roleplayers have just gotten entitled to thinking that tumblr is supposed to bow to our whim. we share a space with non roleplayers. to demand, and just expect ppl are just going to see your rules and read them and respect it rght away?? come on ya'll. we know to look for rules cuz its what we've been doing for years, but you can't expect that from strangers who are likely mobile bound just seeing something you wrote in the tags. its gonna happen. i just dont like the mannerisms some people have with them. you dont gotta be rude about it. if its really bothering you just block them and be done. problem solved. going out of your way to make posts about how annoying they are is just unnecessary.
đ„ - duplicates. this is one is gonna get me fired but oh well. Ya'll we have GOT to love ourselves better. because it is plain and simple insecurity for why people feel they cant talk or write with duplicates. i know it does deeper in some cases, like your current partner leaving you for the shinny new roleplayer of the same muse you write. believe me I've been there. but fuck those people. when are we gonna stop letting others dictate how we feel about ourselves? i hate seeing shit when a new roleplayer pops up with the same muse and suddenly you get the vaguing posts about 'suddenly feeling very doubtful of my portrayal' like its not obvious you are threatened. and in this fandom??? we're i follow like 30 different alastors?? lucifers?? Angels"?? all different, all got something to add and share. i got news for you but your portrayal isnt the only ONE. its not the end all be all. and yes I talk to my ego all the time, cuz there are some muses i write where i'm like I AM THE GOD FATHER OF THIS MUSE. but thats me and my own pride, doesnt mean anyone else who writes this muse is less than me. or i'm suddenly less than them. and there are portrayals i dont fuck with. i simply just do not look their way. but theres always muses i love roleplaying with duplicates cuz its FUN. also being able to talk to people who love this muse as much as you?? learn to stop looking at everything like its a competition and things will not be as stressful. its what makes this hobby unfun when you let those insecurities eat you up. im not saying its not valid, and im not saying you cant be upset, but what does it really do for you? what would happen if you just went and talked to them? imagine it goes well? you make a new friend. dont deny yourself opening a door just because you are scared of what 'might' be behind it. and its something I am learning and teaching myself. our issue is we all wanna be see, and heard. we all wanna be the absolute best. we wanna have the best portrayal like this sort of acknowledgement does anything. cuz while I know ppl love my own portrayals, still doesn't change the fact that i got issues and i cry myself to sleep still. the 'love' i get on here, ain't a fix. and if you think seeking validation on tumblr dot com is gonna fix you? its not. the attention and love we seek on here is just a placeholder, its us using this as a distraction from actually fixing our problems, and turn i still see how so many of us are unhappy. let it go.
#âwe have another callerâ . // answered asks#xbalayage#i love tumblr but i also hate so much about it#:D
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all the question for the fic ask thing just all of them
this took ages but thanks for the ask dude :D
đ Which of your fics is your pride and joy?
i love all my fics, but i think im most proud of look all around at the mountains you havenât climbed
đ„ Pick a fic and I'll tell you the song I imagine playing during its movie trailer.
ill go with an easy one, terrible things would be terrible things by axie
đ How many words do you have posted?
55,334
đ€© What's the most meaningful comment you've ever received?
either when i saw your (reggies) bookmark on my autistic may fic or the guest that commented a bunch on my alenoah sickfic
đźWhat's your favorite plot twist you've ever written?
i donât write that many, but bringing romeo back as a ghost in glass half empty was fun
đ Your OTP are having their first kiss. What song do you imagine is playing?
i wonât use maycois here, imma use gweather from td. they remind me of good luck babe by chapelle roan so that
đWhat genre of writing comes easiest to you?
probably just fluff. itâs fun
đYour coworkers or classmates stumble across one of your fics, but don't know you're the author. Do you fess up? Or keep quiet?
my friends and my parents all know i write, but if one of my classmates said something i would probably stay quiet.
đWhat's a line or paragraph of yours that you're proud of?
âWhen youâre a superhero, no one thinks you can die. They think that with every injury, big or small, youâll always get back up. But thatâs a lie. Superheros, no matter how strong they may be, are still human. And for the first time since they were bitten, the police saw the two of them as such.â from chapter 1 of glass half empty
đŠIs there another author that helped inspire you to write?
a couple, maybeimamuppet, onthelasttrain, and flylikeajailbird. all really good writers that i read on my early days on ao3. also all of my insanely talented mutuals here <3
đ¶Fankids: How you do you feel about them? Would your OTP have kids?
may and frankie would make great parents and i could imagine them probably adopting :)
đHow do you handle trolls?
never had to deal with any thankfully, probably would just ignore
đ„How long do you spend in edits?
not really that long tbh
đĄWhat is your perfect writing envrionment?
school, usually when im supposed to be doing something else lol
đȘWhat motivates you to write?
its fun getting to share the ideas i have with others and seeing what they think
đżWhere do your best ideas seem to strike?
almost all of my fics started out as scenarios i would think of before bed.
đ What are your top three most commonly used tags on AO3?
from the other tags catagory itâs alternate universe - high school, canon divergence, and modern setting
đ»What do you write your stories on? Laptop, phone, paper, etc.
my chromebook from my school, but i started out writing all the way back in first grade where i wrote a story about a superhero fish (that was vaguely base off shark tale lmao)
đ€What are some words or phrases you find yourself overusing?
probably just finding different ways to have people express affection, idk
đHow do you feel about people printing your fics?
if any of you ever do this i will lose my mind /pos, please tag me (but give credit!)
đ€·ââïžWhat's a fic you didn't expect to be popular, but really took off?
my one singular fnaf sb fic. i donât understand why it has 300 hits. i need to write a better one sometime
đWhat's something you learned while researching for a fic?
that APPARENTLY the canadian date format starts with the year. it was interesting
đ„What wip are you most excited about?
i hope sometime i get the motivation to finish terrible things because i have lots of ideas i just donât wanna write them
đŠDo you write in sequence or jump around?
in sequence, but i usually plan things out first
đ Would you ever accept requests or commissions?
maybe!
đ±What's your greatest fear as a fanfic writer?
like you said, the actors reading my fics. that would be terrifying if i just woke up and checked my inbox and there was a comment from like. justin david sullivan. i donât know what i would do.
âCoffee or tea while you write?
i donât like hot drinks. usually i just drink water
đWhich are your top three most popular fics by bookmarks?
throwdown (chase and mk sibling fic, 8) blaze (alenoah sickfic, 7) and haven (hg/ss lance and silver fic, 5)
đŹOne of your fics gets turned into a TV series. Which one is it and what network is it on?
terrible things (letâs just pretend itâs finished) id love it to be a 2d animated show but im not sure on what network
đ What's a trope you haven't written, but want to?
oh god, i have no clue. maybe like a swap au thing or something with &j idk
đž If you incorporated your OTP into a Disney movie plot, which would it be?
the only movie i can associate with maycois or jumeo is moulin rouge tbh
đ©âđ Do you have an 'official' creative writing background such as a degree or previous experience publishing?
im just a high schooler with a chromebook, blorbos, and a dream
âłIf you could go back in time and tell your younger writer self something, what would it be?
that people wonât think youâre cringe or anything. people love your writing
đŻ What rating do you write the most? Gen Audiences, Teen, Mature, or Explicit? How many fics at that rating do you have?
20 general, 8 teen. none for mature/explicit
đWhat makes you happiest? New fic comments, kudos, bookmarks, user subscribers, story subscribers, or Tumblr asks?
comments or bookmark messages!
đ Would you ever do a medieval or pirate au?
maybe. i do love pirates.. yargh
đ©âđ«Pick a character and I'll tell you their favorite season and why.
ill pick may, they like spring. cause flowers :)
đ”Do you make playlists for your fics?
nope. i just listen to my fnaf playlist most of the time
đ·What's one of your fics that isn't as popular, but you hold dear?
holy shit, my vacation simulator fics. hats off to the one guy who commented on them, i love you
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i also answered â in another ask so ill do the other two asks here :O !!
đ Tell me about an up and coming wip please!
OOH ok i. i have two more pride if wips other than my current pride if otto multichap. and i really wanna finish all of them. one of them is a pride if reinhard fic and the other is. you know it was just supposed to be unhinged and incredibly cringe pride if ottosuba smut wrapped up in a small oneshot but now its unhinged and incredibly cringe pride if ottosuba smut with Probably A Little Too Much Plot and it probably wont be a small oneshot. oops đł every timeâŠ. EVERY TIME⊠i write smut i keep making it cringe on purpose. im so sorry i cant write anything genuinely sexy it just comes out cringe bc i find it entertaining to write sjdndn (for additional context i am ace âïži might write fluffy smut someday though akdnsns bc i DO love sweet smut <3)
ANYWAY the pride if reinhard fic. its planned to be a twoshot atm thats just going through the most important events of poor pride if reinhardâs life. and by important events i mean All the loved ones reinhard lost and then the entire country being set on fire đđ idk if any fic has been made yet focusing on how reinhard like. gradually feels hatred and anger for the first time towards pride if subaru for Doing All That but id like to focus on that yes!! like its a Very big deal. and also i wanted to give joshua a cameo bc well. the dude Already despises reinhard regularly. the moment he finds out julius and ana brutally died and reinhard is Likely half of the reason why they died (the other half being to put emilia on the throne)âŠâŠ anyway joshuas gonna be very upset with reinhard thats for sure!! ..and also this fic Might need a dead dove tag. totally not for reasons.
đ„șIs there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?
EVERYTHING. but more specifically writing breaking points and the buildup to them đđ the aftermath too!! like. even more specifically i love when the cards are Really stacked against characters and so they change for the worst. that gets me every time. they change so much that theyre like the trope where someone Comes Back Wrong and then they hit some sort of breaking point where hes Abundantly clear that theyre not the same anymore. if you get what i mean hah. but i love when suddenly everyone close to them has to confront this fact!! that theyre not the same anymore!! how will they all move forward from here?? bc change can be good or bad and its what you make of itâŠ. will the character get worse or get better in the future??? idk i just love the angst of it all T^T the bittersweetness T^T having to confront the person you were and the person you Are and that even while theres differences theres still similarities to your past selfâŠ. which is probably why i like gluttony if and subaru a lot hah (on top of. heinkelâŠâŠ. if ottoâŠâŠ..). like having to confront that this person you know and love is Different nowâŠ.. that the love you shared with this person is Now gone and just a faint memoryâŠ. that stuff hits fr T^T like the baggage⊠the history⊠things wont ever be the same⊠that kind of feeling, you know?? and also additionally i love that quote from undertale that goes âdespite everything youre still youâ. yeah. yeah. đ€ i like how this kind of development is so. its got Despair but if you so choose it there can be hope tooâŠ.
#ask#and wkdndnd my answer to the second question is also why i find heinkel and reinâs relationship so fascinating#bc they Both think the others changed. and they dont recognize the other person as the same one they knew before when things were good. u#know?? sobbing and crying over them :(((#and pride and wrath if otto is so different from main route that its Jarring. in a depressing way :(( and if gluttony if otto had survived#he wouldve gone insane. he never wouldve been the same ever again after subaru did all of that.#i always think about how subaru killed Two of ottos little brothers in the if. regin. and garfiel.
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Rare Pair Tag
Rules: List the top rarepairs that you like outside of your OTP, and why you ship it! (Criteria for what makes a rarepair is up to your own discretion.). Thank you @sitp-recs for the tag! I am sorry it has taken me so long to get to this. Also sorry to my dash for answering all the tags in one day <3
Okay, so my OTPs are Drarry and Snarry and I also love playing around with all different pairings, so I'm going to choose a select few. Below the cut, thoughts on Harry/Teddy, Minerva McGonagall/Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank, James Potter/Sirius Black (is this a rare pair? IDK) and bisexual Molly Weasley.
I would love to hear thoughts on this (no pressure) from @teacup-tai, @thehoneybeet, @gracerene, @shiftylinguini, @moonflower-rose, @magpiefngrl and @danpuff-ao3 (if you haven't already done this) and anyone else who cares to!
Harry/Teddy: I ship it because it's WRONG. Ha. No, I don't think it is at all, but I think Harry does and that's what appeals. So many of my fics have this kind of inner struggle and conflict, the questions, the lingering sense of maybe doing something you shouldn't or tentatively starting a relationship that transgresses self-imposed boundaries. I love a confident, smitten and adult Teddy. I love seeing Harry as older, through Teddy's eyes. In fact, seeing a 'salt and pepper' Harry through anyone's eyes is a massive *chefs kiss* moment for me. The difference between the man the world sees and that private character that has to be teased out from all the noise that surrounds him in public life. They have all these parallels through losing their parents before they ever got to know them, but what happened after that point was so different, the way they work through those points of similarity and difference is fascinating to me. I thank @lqtraintracks and @shiftylinguini in particular for their damn fine Harry/Teddy which first got me into this ship and kept me there, salivating over their stories.
Minerva McGonagall/Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank: I feel weird writing 'Wilhelmina' because it does, per my headcanon, feel a little like deadnaming. Will (as I will call her from here on) is so much more comfortable for the character I have in my head, but also Will in my head is of a generation that maybe doesn't have the same language we have today (as per my short Stone Butch Blues). I love thinking about these characters both as younger, older and everything in between. I love this ship so much I wrote nearly 70,000 words in homage to them (Play Me Like A Love Song) which is my longest fic in HP fandom. I have @kellychambliss and others to thank for my love of Minerva and, indeed, for introducing me to this ship. Something about these women, the butch lesbian potential of it all, the stories, the timelines they lived through (PMLALS is split into five decades from the 1950s to the 2000s), the wars they have seen and the potential for that cross-over with things happening in queer Muggle space during that timeline is so completely my jam. It was a privilege to have the luxury of time to indulge all my thoughts and feels and to bring (hopefully) a really rich Minerva-centric story into the Little Compton Street universe.
James Potter/Sirius Black: Is this cheating? Is this really a rare pair? I suppose it is more rare than Sirius/Remus (which I also really enjoy) so I am counting it. This is my OG BFFs to lovers ship. I primarily lurk around in the enemies to lovers space, but these two. THESE TWO. From the glimpses we get in canon? Obsessed with one another. As with Min and Will, there is something so compelling about their timeline that it has this really visceral impact on me whenever I write them together. I get very Muggle about them, I must admit. The 1970s. Punk rock. Rock Against Racism. National Front. Police outnumbering people marching in London Pride. Thatcher. Winter of Discontent. The impending doom of 1981 per canon (but also the queer history of the 80s that looms too for me with this ship). My original fic, if I ever get to finish it, is sapphic, non-magical and very much not James/Sirius, but it is all in their timeline. The whole 'navigating being gay (or bisexual)' thing in this particular moment, in this particular time, gives me so many feels for them. I do have a project planned where I get to write them as older men who 'lived through it all.' I just need to wrangle with canon and plotting to get to that point. Here's my playlist for them. All music of the era.
Bisexual/Questioning Molly Weasley: I actually have no single ship I enjoy more than another with this headcanon (I have written Molly/Poppy before) but I kind of love Molly femslash. There is something about her character that is written in such a heteronormative way in canon, I am always thirsty for any kind of Molly love story involving another woman and still letting her have that canon trajectory but queering it. The invisibility of bisexuality, I guess. IDK. I'm just drawn to this and love it when Molly has these moments of queer exploration.
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Day 28: Walk of Pride
sorry for not posting in ages guys i was struggling through my writer's block -_- anyway here you go! hope you like it <3 i struggled to write it ngl, idk if I really like it but ah well.
tags: @desi-lgbt-fest, @manujanolavu @morally-gayy @desi-yearning (let me know if you want to be added/removed)
Rati had always been scared to attend a Pride festival.
It felt like admission: yes, I am gay. Yes, I am proud.
Proud of what? What did she have that made her special? She had always been a blank puzzle, with missing pieces that could be scattered anywhere across the globe. How was she supposed to colour herself in rainbow and call it Pride?
Rainbows had always seemed like sad, fickle things to her. Small chinks of happiness that were erased by the sun. That were only possible with the most specific combination of events. Rain, and sunlight slanting exactly the right way.
Then what did that say about herself?
What did that make her?
Delicate? Impossible?
She had always been such a good girl: she sat in the front row. She played two instruments. She handed her work in on time. She didnât doodle, didnât gossip, didnât daydream. Didnât, didnât, didnât. Her entire life had hinged on couldnât, wouldnât, didnât.
What could she do?
She was named for the Goddess of Love, after all. Then why wasnât she confident in her own? Did that kind of confidence only come with straight love? Was she really as broken as her mother implied when she talked about lesbians? Every time she felt butterflies in her stomach, she locked them away. The day she called herself gay, she felt something inside her that she hadnât felt before.
A sense of belonging.
That was the only reason she persevered, if she was being honest. That feeling had lit a flame inside her, a tiny sun of her own.
God knew there was enough rain in her heart. Maybe this little sun would make her own rainbow.
So when she went to college, she kept her head up and a smile on her face. She knocked at the door of the college Pride Club, and when the leader, (âPadmaâ, her name tag read) opened it, she plucked up all her courage and asked:
âExcuse me, does this college have a pride event?â
She was half expecting Padma to laugh at her. For her to shoo her away and say that young girls, in their first year at college, didnât belong at Pride.
Except â that wasnât what happened at all.
Padma held the door open with a gentle smile and beckoned her in. âOf course! In fact, we have a pride event tomorrow, to mark the end of Pride Month. Do you want to meet the rest of the team?â
Rati hesitated. If she stepped over that line that marked the boundary between corridor and classroom, she would be safe. She could go back to reading in the library and not stirring up a fuss and presenting as ordinary. She could be good little Rati that never stepped out of line, just like she had been for the last seventeen years.
But something inside her was tired of being good. A little voice (her namesake, perhaps?) whispered to her that perhaps it was time to try being bad for a change.
And so, she offered a radiant smile for what she hoped to find in that room.
âI would love to.â
Pride Club was not like what she had expected at all. In fairness, though, she didnât know what sheâd expected. Whatever it was, it wasnât this.
Ten to fifteen students lounged around the classroom, eating their lunch and chattering playfully with each other. Padma, perhaps sensing that she was getting a little shyer, put a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
âGuys!â she called to make herself heard over the chatter. âOi! Guys!â
Everyone turned to look at her, and Rati dropped her gaze to the ground at their subtle scrutiny. âThis is our new member, Rati,â Padma gestured to her. âBe nice, all right?â
âHi, Rati!â A short girl with choppy bangs grinned at her. âIâm Anshika, Padmaâs favourite-â she lowered her voice, winking as if divulging a secret, â-and only â girlfriend!â
Padma blushed. âShut up.â
âH-Hi, Anshika-ji.â Rati managed to smile shyly at her.
âIâm Khushi!â
âAnshuman.â
âHey! Ravi here.â
As they made their introductions, something settled in Ratiâs heart that had been fluttering around inside of her. She allowed the smile on her face to settle. This⊠this felt nice.
The next day, it took far less courage to show up to the Pride event.
This is it. She thought. Iâm finally admitting it.
She held her flag tightly, and when the moment came, waved it high in the air. For once, the rainbow seemed strong, invincible. More than a trick of the light.
This felt like belonging.
This was her family.
This was her place.
And this was her pride.
hope you guys like it! feel free to tell me what you think in reblogs/comments etc :]
@desi-lgbt-fest
#avani writes#after ages#desi lgbt fest 2023#desi writing#desi#desi teen#desiblr#desi lgbt fest#lesbian#gay#bisexual#lgbt+#lgbtq#lgbtq+#lgbtqia+#lgbtqia#indian-kahani#indian kahani#desi writers
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Hi! I went through the libaw tag while I was bored and???? It's so good??????
I am in love with Gabriel now. New blorbo acquired. All your snippets are great. And also all your chapter titles are fire.
Idk where you're at with the querying but best of luck on that. I wanna see this published so I can devour it.
Just wanted to say how much I love what I've seen of this story. You're doing great, bestie đ
(Also, do you have a taglist?)
đ„ș You just made my day! This was such a sweet message to receive. I'm glad you enjoy the snippets and titles (my titles are definitely a point of pride for me, haha), and that you find the story intriguing. That's the goal! It's not really the kind of story that tends to get much attention in these spaces, tbh, so I'm pleasantly surprised with the warm response some of my recent snippets have received.
Gabriel would most likely be shocked that someone considers him blorbo-worthy, but I'm sure he would appreciate your affections! I have a bit of a love-hate relationship with him myself, but he's definitely one of my more compelling characters and I'm proud of the way he turned out. As a character, anyway. As a person is more complex, lol. Either way, definitely poured years of blood, sweat, tears and research into that guy, and I suppose if I was trying to produce upstanding fictional specimens of humanity I'd probably be writing something other than crime thrillers.
More under the cut because this got suuuper long (đ):
RE: querying - I've been "getting ready to query" for like a year at this point, lol, but that's mostly because the edits after my last beta cycle became QUITE a bit more extensive than anticipated. It's definitely for the better, though. I'm very, very happy with the way it's turning out. Not only am I successfully addressing a lot of my own nagging issues and recurrent beta reader comments, but the structural edits are also allowing me to trim the word count quite a bit (which... the word count has been a MAJOR hurdle in my journey with this project, because of tradpub word count limits in my genre versus the complexity of the story). I'm about 70% done with edits at this point. There will be things actively happening on the querying front in the near future - I will update on that asap.
Re: taglist - I don't currently have any taglists because I worry about my ability to be consistent with maintaining them. You're not the first person to ask about a taglist for libaw specifically, though, so I might try to see if doing one just for that project is feasible. Stay tuned.
Side note, I saw your tags on my post from last year about libaw's history and while they are very (!!!) sweet I feel I must clarify: I started the project in 2008 (when I was 17, for reference), but I haven't been working on it actively throughout that entire span of time - there was a long period between late 2013 and early 2022 where I did very little writing/work on creative projects in general, so it was shelved for most of that. It took me 2.5 years to draft (2008-2011) - at the time it was two novels totalling ~400K words - and then I spent most of 2012 and 2013 doing large-scale revisions, which included a full rewrite/merging of the novels in 2013. Then I took it back up again for good in early 2022 (two years ago today, coincidentally). So that's definitely still a very long time to work on one novel, but not as long as the entire span of years since I started it.
I've always said this is the book of my heart, and I won't try to release it until I'm happy with it and know I've given it my best shot. I've never regretted that for a second, but it's taken a long time to get there, for both personal and skill-related reasons (namely, there's a social commentary element to the story that's taken me a lot of effort, research, and development as a writer to get right - it's ongoing, but I'm getting close based on recent feedback). To be close to reaching the point where I can genuinely feel "my" (independent, prior to pub-related edits) work is done after well over a decade is very cool for sure.
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Hey look a fanfiction
Scam/Jodie
Friends to lovers, multi chapter, no beta we die like Glenn, idk what to tag this Iâve never written fic before lmao, spoilers kinda? Some real light suggestion of Henry/Darryl.
Rating: still teen
Chap 7/? (I think itâs coming to an end soon though)
Previous chapter:
Henry was the sort of man who prided himself on helping others.
So when Scam Actually, known fun guy , stepped out of a portal a day early looking less than ecstatic he knew he had to do something.
After all not even an hour ago Jodie had confided in him, trusted him to help him romance Scam and now here he was. Something had gone wrong.
Glenn looked just as baffled âhey uh Scam, can we have a quick chat?â Glenn is not gentle about the way he shoves Scam away from the van.
Oh that was potentially bad, it wasnât a secret that Glenn and Jodie had grown closer since he moved to the infernal plane. Co-parenting Nicky had them bonding enough to call eachother brothers. Glenn was definitely going to give him the âshovel talkâ or worse, he might give him the âshovelâ.
Henry heads after them as fast as he can âActually Glenn can I take lead on this one? Iâve led a few healing retreats for friends back in the day and I think what our friend Scam here can use is a little openness and understanding-â
âThe only thing Iâm going to open is a can of whoop ass on this motherfucker. What did you do?â Glenn shoves an accusatory finger in Scamâs face.
âOooh letâs see now~ what exactly did I do?â He taps the side of his hat âI got caught~ That about sums it up I think~!â Scam grins, but Henry is more than convinced thereâs a lot more to it.
âGlenn, remember, weâre listeningâŠ.now, Scam what exactly did you get caught doing?â Henry puts a hand on Glennâs shoulder, trying to keep him from outright strangling Scam
âTesting our good friendâs security~â his grin widens âeven without magic it was barely a challenge, that is until I picked the wrong thing as a souvenir~â
âSo you stole from him? Jeez Scam, thatâs pretty hecking uncool! you know just this morning he was so excited to spend time with you and you blew it mister!â
âYeah Henry, you tell him! How could you do that to Jodie? I knew it! I knew you were going to screw him over!â Glenn grabs Scam by the tie and pulls back a punch, but Scam is suddenly behind him, tie hanging loosely from Glennâs hand.
âOh how quickly you forget your own words! Werenât you âlisteningâ?~ I wasnât stealing anything~ I was going to gift it him in the morning! It was supposed to be a show of skill and Iâm beginning to see that no one is quite as impressed as they should be!â
Glenn visibly relaxes âMan canât you just show off like a normal person? Heâs not going to believe you for shit if you got caught in the vaultâ
âYou know⊠Trust is a big part of every working relationship Scam, youâre going to really have to work on yourself if you want this to work buddy⊠I think Itâs probably best if you give him some time and then try and talk to him about itâ
âSorry Henry I disagree⊠Scams not the type of guy to not do it again⊠donât get me wrong, this idiot should definitely apologize, but I think we need to think bigger picture when it comes to him winning Jodie back. Itâs not going to be the first or last time he does something like this without considering how it might come across if he screws it up.â
âI appreciate the backhanded support Glenn, I really do~ but unfortunately I just donât think Jodie appreciates my alignment as much as Iâd hoped he would~ he seems to have forgotten the âscampâ part of âlovable scampâ~â
âNah man, look I take like five percent, maybe seven percent responsibility for this. I warned him not to trust you and that probably got in his head⊠I mean you know Jodie, he doesnât really let go of stuff. He likes you. So we just gotta figure out how you can show him he can trust you arenât being malicious about your actions.â
Henry wasnât as on board with encouraging Scam to make no changes to his behavior as Glenn seemed to be. â I think maybe some reflection might be a good start⊠then we can worry about helping you with an Apology you actual mean and can maintainâŠâ
Scam sits down on a log by the empty campsite, all four of his hands folded on his lap. Henry sits down next to him, putting a friendly hand on his shoulder. âYou know⊠when my boys make a mistake and hurt someoneâs feelings, I usually tell them to take a walk in the other persons shoesâŠ. Really get into the core of what the other person might be feelingâŠhow would you feel if someone you liked came and took something from you? Like your hat?â Henry tries to take Scamâs hat, but the second he lifts it a tiny bit it pulls back down onto Scamâs head on itâs own, Scam gives Henry a dangerous sort of smile. âOh wow okayâŠthatâs just part of youâŠmaybe not your hat then.â He wipes his hand off on his cargo shorts and thinks.
âI donât need imagination to know that He thinks Iâm lying about my feelings~â Scams voice isnât as playful as it usually is.
âYeah well you having feelings is kinda news to all of usâ Glenn shrugs.
âGlenn! Thatâs not helpfulâ Henry frowns
âItâs true though, I donât think any of us expected Scam to come out and say heâs horny for my brother-â
âYou know what Iâm horny for Glenn? Acceptance. So maybe lay off a bitâ Henry sighs âLook Scam, relationships are hard, but everyone here will help you, you just have to let us in pal! Open communication is key!â
âââ
Jodie closes the portal Immediately after he sends Scam through. And he regrets it.
Some part of him knew if Scam had succeeded in doing what he claimed he was, he would have found it kind of fun.
He wanted to trust him but he felt like he barely got the chance to try before it was testedâŠ
He frowns and gets back to work.
ââ-
Scam sits in the passenger seat of the Odyssey next to Darryl whoâs pulled him away from the campfire for a private talk away from the kids. It had now been over two weeks of each of the dads trying to have a heart to heart with him and give him ideas on how to apologize to Jodie in between intel gathering. It was starting to wear him out.
Darryl takes a deep breath and holds the steering wheel tightly even though the car wasnât running. âA little over a year ago after we got back to earth I had a pretty big fight with Carol.â
âWhat about?~ I canât learn any lessons from the story if I donât know every juicy detail~â if he was going to have to hear him out he wanted dirt.
â I told her about kissing Henry. And she was pretty pissed off at me for a while. I went to church a lot more after that, really did some soul searching and a lot of confession. I had to come to terms with the fact that maybe Iâm a little curious about some things and thatâs okay. Iâm not ashamed of it anymore, and Carol is okay with me trying to discover more about myselfâŠâ
Scam sits up a bit straighter, he knew for a fact that Darryl was still happily married. This was potentially the conversation that could help him. âOhh? What did you do? Church is hardly the type of solution Iâm willing to try~ â
âWellâŠwe were going to a marriage counselor. There was a lot of stuff going on, it wasnât just about me kissing Henry. And we talked⊠a lot âŠand I listened. I know Glennâs going to tell you some big impressive showy thing will fix it, and Ronâll probably tell you flowers will do itâŠor actually I donât know what Ron is gonna tell youâŠbut As much as I donât want to admit it, Henry is right about the talking stuff. I mean, not that a nice romantic gesture will hurt the situation, but that talking stuff, phew, just knocks it out of the parkâŠ. Do you get what Iâm saying?â
He hadnât expected this advice from Darryl of all people, but it had clearly worked out for him. âI think Iâve got it just fine Darryl~â
âGood talk Scam. Oh and uh⊠Iâve got things for the night so⊠go do what you need to do. â
Scam awkwardly pats Darryl on the back and climbs out of the van, opening a portal.
ââ-
Jodie was miserable.
Besides a few scattered phone calls to Glenn and Nicky he hadnât heard much in the way of what was going on. Scam had only tried to take the phone once, but Jodie had hung up before he could say anything.
He regretted that too.
He missed Scam.
Most of all he was angry with himself. He should have just given him the benefit of the doubt. He shoves open his office door, stress eating peanut butter directly out of the jar, stopping with the spoon in his mouth when he sees a pile of junk on his desk.
He sits down and sighs, sorting through the pile. A red string, a few shells, an apple, some maple leaves, white feathers and a few roses sit in a sloppy pile on his desk. He picks up one of the feathers, twirling it between his clawed fingers. The second his hands clear the area a heart shaped rock drops from the ceiling above his desk and cracks the wood.
Jodie looks up, watching a long fingered hand disappear back into a portal oh the ceiling above his desk. âWhat is this?â
Thereâs no answer, the hand returns, dropping a heavy looking padlock onto the pile. Jodie grumbles and grabs Scamâs wrist, pulling him down through the portal.
Scam lands on his back on the desk, clearly surprised by being yanked through. âOhh? This is a little forward Jodie~â he rolls to his side, smirking âI missed you too~â
Jodie doesnât let go of Scamâs wrist, he looks down at him disapprovingly. âWhatâs with the pile of junk?â
Scam sits up âWell Actually-â he shakes it off, now wasnât the time⊠âitâs hardly junk Jodie! That youâre holding is a feather from a dove~ each thing Iâve brought is a symbol of love!â He grins and puts a hand to his chest.
Jodie sits back down thinking about it for a second, a blush creeping up his face. âLook, Iâll hear you out okay? But you arenât going to lie to meâŠ. And I need to know you arenât going to lie to meâŠâ
Scam could feel the magic pushing out from Jodie, he doesnât resist, letting himself be completely effected by his zone of Truth. âOooh? Iâm a âwilling creatureâ so no worries there~ if you hadnât thought to cast it I was going to ask for it! weâre so on the same page~! â he shifts on the desk to face Jodie and reaches out for his hand. âI wish you knew you could trust in me, but I know Iâm not the type of guy to make it easy~â
Jodie letâs him take his hand. âItâs been weeksâŠâ
Scam presses a finger to Jodieâs lips âI wasnât stealing from you~ I thought youâd be impressed if I got in and out since youâd banned me from magic! I was only taking it as proof~â he grins âthere now, see, itâs all fixed! you know Iâm telling the truth so you can get back to being the fun Jodie that Iâm so fond of~â
âItâs not âall fixedâ Scam⊠so dating meâŠ. Wasnât a game to see âif you couldâ seduce me?â Jodie frowns. Heâd been dreading the answer to this one for the entire two weeks.
âI have standards Jodie, I would never do something so reprehensible~â though it hurt a bit that Jodie thinks heâs willing to do something so awful, he supposes heâs not done much to show him otherwise. âespecially not to youâŠyouâre a pretty special guy~ I donât think I need to tell you why~â
âYou do thoughâŠyou need to tell me whyâ Jodie sits a bit further back in his chair
âIâve lived a long time JodieïżœïżœïżœYou know youâre the only person currently alive to have seen my true face?â Two of Scamâs hands grab the arm rests of Jodieâs chair and he leans in pulling the chair closer. âDo you know why that is?~â
âBecause you take dares seriouslyâ he was starting to feel a bit trapped in his chair.
âBzzzzz! Wrong! I could have chosen to lose! And I would have if anyone else had asked~â he smiles âYouâre a smart man Jodie~ think backâŠ. Darryl asked once beforeâŠ. Why did I say no? Hmm~??â
âYou said⊠it was only for people you really care aboutâ his blush creeps a bit higher.
âBingo!~â he grins âI really care about you~â
âScamâŠ.IâŠâ he believes himâŠholding his hand a bit tighter.
âWait, let me finish~ I need to let you know all of my feelings and then listenâ
âHenry gave you a talking to huh?â
âAll of the Daddies took a swing at a heart to heart~ surprisingly Darryl made the differenceâŠitâs been awful! If one more person corners me to tell me how to apologize-â
âScamâŠthe âletting me know your feelingsâ thing is workingâŠâ he smiles a bit.
â well then~! Iâll keep going~â he lets go of Jodieâs hand, rolling the office chair to a bit of a distance from where he was sitting with his foot.
âWhat are you-â
âItâs for my safety~ Got to keep my looks if I want to be a good match for you~â he smiles sitting back on the desk âJodie~ I love youâ
Scam was right to move the chair back because Jodie instantly ignites.
âThat really is adorable~â he watches Jodieâs expression shift from shock to affection and then settle on concern. âRelax~ I donât expect you to say it back~â
Jodie can barely hear Scam over his own heartbeat drumming loudly in his ears. But he does relax, and after a bit of silence the flames slowly go out. âIâm⊠sorry⊠I like you a lot⊠Iâm serious about you, I just-â
âDonât apologize!â He knew it was going to be too soon for Jodie but he wanted him to know. âI canât change who I am, I canât promise you I wonât upset you again with a poorly timed joke or a particularly artful scam gone wrong~ but I can promise you that I wonât ever lie about my feelings for you~â
âThatâs ⊠more than good enough Scamâ Jodie smiles, reaching out for his hand again.
Scam climbs off the desk and puts a hand on The headrest of Jodieâs chair, spinning it as he circles him. âI also promise to wait until the right time to tell you about the more salacious things I feel for you~â
âAnd⊠nowâs not that time?â Jodie smiles and pulls him close by one of his wrists, kissing him softly.
Scam smiles into the kiss and then breaks it, pulling back only a few inches âItâs absolutely not the right time~ youâd torch the entire room~â
Scam was probably right, Jodie could already feel the heat rising in his face again.
âHave I earned forgiveness~?â He watches him carefully.
âYeah Scam, weâre goodâ Jodie smiles and pulls him down into the chair for a hug.
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I was reading your tags on your repost about Taika and something hit me about why people dislike a particular amount. (Obviously he's not perfect but you'll get what I mean)
He's a POC who takes pride in himself and his works. So many people are just so angry that he's not grovelling for their approval. He just goes "yeah I'm proud of my work and I know I'm attractive " when he's supposed to bE hUMbLe. (And I still think half the time he's joking).
I'm not even a huge Stan, but a lot of the things people get mad at him for are things they had no problem with when white men did them.
Oh I agree. The racist tendencies are there and it's so undeniable. Especially the comments I see on other social media sites like "the world has Taika fatigue" or "he's so hot headed, he let Hollywood get to him, exhibit xyz..." LIKE first of all - you don't even know him (taaalk about being parasocial. I mean, I admire this man but I'm not about to give a single thought to his personal life. Out of basic respect for any individual I don't know. Yet ppl who hate him are the first ones to do this. But, I digress!)
The "Taika fatigue" pisses me off cause it's like, WOW.. try to replace his name with any white actor/director who's not a complete douchebag and has made relatively good films, and... you can't. Because Hollywood doesn't get tired of looking at white people. I'm so glad Taika's out there representing Pacific Islanders because there's still SUCH a long way to go.
And the ego comments I swear are from people who have not watched a single one of his films besides Thor. Any critical inquiry into the underlying themes of his stories would allow one to understand blunt, self-deprecating humour. It's not that hard. If people take the concept of identity at surface level only then yeah, maybe they should skip his movies. But idk, certain comedy also isn't for everyone I suppose
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f1 shipping gets kind of weird for me to begin with. i have seen people get into HEATED arguments about which ship is better and every time i just think people understand these ships aren't real right? half of these men are publicly in romantic relationships with women. there are a few who go out of their ways to say they won't do certain, really just regular activities that platonic friends could do together, with other men because they don't want to be perceived as gay. and i don't really fault them for that because i see how cruel fans are when drivers show they're accepting and inclusive by voluntarily wearing rainbow symbols or just simply saying they believe in equality, love is love, etc., but idk there's still something so gross about usually straight fans telling me certain drivers are like icons and activists for the LGBTQ+ community due to simply having a PR "relationship" or close friendship with other drivers on the grid. i love a nice sportsmanship moment or genuine friendship moment as much as the next fan, but that isn't "activism." that's doing NOTHING to address or prevent the abuse LGBTQ+ fans receive, especially in f1 spaces, both online and at races.
also idk i hate how every time teams or f1 themselves try to push these ships and bromances, the comments usually range from hateful and discriminatory to outdated stereotypes. and those harmful comments are NEVER deleted by admins. like, okay, cool, that's a really cute carlando or yukierre or whatever photo f1 or mclaren or ferrari or alphatauri has posted, but this does NOTHING for making me feel more accepted when a) it's fictional. it's friendships, some maybe closer than others, but it's not really LGBTQ+ representation. (at least not outwardly. i am not trying to assume anyone's sexual orientation here either, but none of these relationships have been confirmed real, and frankly, i don't think teams would be as open to publicizing these relationships like this if they were real romantic relationships, like some fans believe, due to drawback from homophobic fans, sponsors, etc.). b) how is this supposed to make anyone feel welcome and accepted when half the comments are like "who's the man and who's the woman in that relationship?" (something i fucking hate being asked myself. if i wanted a man in my relationship, i would just fucking be with a man).
idek if this makes sense or if i really even made the point i was trying to make but it bothers me too.
a lot here so, idk, apologies if I don't quite answer it all but I will give a try.
shipping wars in general are pretty weird to me, especially that something that feels so antique (like, Yahoo Groups-era internet) is going stronger than ever today.
that said, I think people who are completely aware it's fiction having some blorbos they like thinking about is also completely harmless. for a lot of people shipping whatever is a source of joy and play and to some extent companionship and it can create lots of good things. humans are meant to think things through by playing and sometimes dressing up the dolls you're doing that with in, I don't know, Star Trek uniforms or F1 racesuits or whatever is just the blorbo seasoning of the week.
it would absolutely nuke my brain to read. uhm, idk, I just looked in the F1 tag and pretty much anything in there as far as I can tell but I think it's fundamentally harmless as something people do, when it's understood as fictional.
that said; I fully get you about the mistaking shipping for activism thing. this actually, oh, let's get deep in the internet lore, used to be a big thing on here about 10 years ago. for whatever reason the Johnlock community went like, big on shipping pride and how it was an important expression of LGBTQ+ identity and inevitably, the loudest advocates were the straightest. cringe.
now, on the one hand I do think there's something to be said for queer interpretations. especially in the rigidly straight mainstreams of sport and media. if you think of reinterpreting the silly, silly world that is F1 as not for straight people then, well. yes, there's something radical to be said for that thought process.
imagining another possibility is a way to realise how absurd the current reality is. and that's good. but pointing at things and saying 'that's gay' when as far as we know it's not isn't that.
appropriating straight people (and many of the drivers have confirmed that is absolutely how they identify) as representation is, well, sometimes I can understand why LGBTQ+ people take crumbs. but when it's in a space where there are none of us then calling that acceptable or suggesting it fixes a huge demographic imbalance it doesn't is obviously a massive problem.
there are very few openly LGBTQ+ people in motorsport. pretending that's not true in reality isn't creating representation. it's fun to think about a world where there was more of us but it shouldn't replace the reality or excuse our absence.
and then there's the cynical marketing.
I've always really hated Jeandré. I know how many LGBTQ+ people were in the Formula E paddock at the time because I was one of them. clearly, JEV and André played into it, as did their team and Formula E but it was always so uncomfortable to me, that this was play-acting in an environment where the real thing would probably have got more of a pass than in any other part of motorsport but still not been treated with pride and acceptance.
it was something that drove engagement. which, god knows, Formula E needs so maybe that should be the next marketing tactic but it was also... not real.
I've said before I found things like all Sky's Carlando segments really uncomfortable. the one where Lando and Carlos took each other on laps and asked each other very dating-oriented questions was just... very uncomfortable. because men can ask each other dating-oriented questions, it shouldn't be a punchline.
to their credit Carlos and Lando actually always deflected any attempt at 'no homo' - they clearly have a very comfortable friendship and they didn't ever seem to get skittish, no matter how weird interviews got. I can respect just sort of seriously looking someone down and saying like, no you blink first if this is gay chicken. if you're trying to ship us, you've got to admit it.
but that didn't make it right. or make it that they were representation. remember when there was that seriously odd blog on here that claimed to be written by marketing specialists and body language analysts that was a transparent attempt to 'prove' carlando was true and both Lando and Carlos' official relationships were fake?
that felt very strange, a new development in motorsport fandom. obviously we all know it happened with One Direction and whatever but I was surprised to see that there was a ship that invested in, in F1. and needless to say, it was completely libellous and incredibly invasive, as well as quite misogynist.
shipping won't help a driver come out. and acting as though it's totally unrealistic that drivers could be in a relationship together obviously ignores the fact that some of them are (Jess and Abbie!)
anyway as a bonus piece of analysis for anyone who got down this far, when did Max/Charles go past the F1 RPF titan that is Simi for number of works??? unbelievable, never thought I'd see the day that was knocked off the top spot by two ships involving Max Verstappen. poor ol' brocedes.
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