Dear Peter Parker - 3 - The Letter
Peter ParkerxReader
Dad!Tony, Mom!Pepper, Brother!Connor
Word Count: 1,478
A/N: ARE YOU ALL READY FOR ME TO START CHANGING SOME SHIT? Because you came to the right place! Please let me know what you guys think because I don’t want to fuck the story up too much but I like where I’m going with it right now.
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The rest of the day was pretty terrible for Peter. All he wanted to do was go home, lock himself in his room, and stay there the rest of the year.
Well, his day got a little better when he found out that you had the same lunch as him. Even better you decided to sit with him.
“H-hey Y/N,” He stuttered out, the surprise on his face was evident.
You smiled kindly at him. “Hey, you don’t mind me sitting with you right? None of my friends have this lunch period, and I really don’t want to go sit with the fake cheerleaders.”
“Uh, y-yeah. I-I mean no, no I don’t mind at all.” He wanted to beat himself in the head for his awkwardness.
“Thank you.” You said, pulling your lunch from your bag. “So, how was your summer?”
Peter shrugged. “It was alright,” He lied. You didn’t need to know about how summer for him meant the torture of working part time jobs, nor about his anxiety and depression. Especially not about him trying to commit suicide. “What about you? Do anything exciting?”
You smiled, “It was nice, we went Amsterdam for a couple weeks, that was about it though. Just saw some sights and relaxed. But of course Connor had to ruin it like he does everything.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, but Amsterdam sounds neat. I’ve never been out of the country,” in fact he was jealous, but he wasn’t going to say it like that. He would never have a life of luxury like that. Even if you didn’t like your brother.
“Oh, hey I’m sorry about Connor earlier this morning… He’s such an ass.”
Peter rubbed at the back of his neck, his cheeks tinged red. “Oh, d-don’t be sorry… That was my fault.”
“You’re too kind, Peter,” You offered, reaching across the table and placing a hand on his arm. “But really, I am sorry.”
Even his ears turned red as you touched him. “Th-th-thank you.”
You smiled and went to eating your lunch.
Peter started to read way too much into that small gesture. He already had a crush on you, but just the thought of you possibly liking him back was invading his mind now. And suddenly, he found a small light in his darkness. He found himself a reason to want to keep going.
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The rest of his day was not good at all compared to his lunch.
Of course his favorite bully Flash found him. That ended in him getting beat up, a bloody nose, making him late to class and ending himself in detention.
But, at least he was allowed to use the computer during detention.
Dear Peter Parker,
This year’s going to be a great year and here’s why… what a joke. This year is the last thing I want to get through. Between the work that I know will be coming. Having to help Aunt May with bills still, which means another part time job. Trying to not piss off both Flash Thompson and Connor Stark, yeah like I’ll manage that. Here’s to another great year of getting the shit kicked out of me for no other reason than that I’m a freak.
I would love to know if anyone would even notice if I wasn’t here. Would anyone care? I’d lighten Aunt May’s struggles of having to be a single parent to a kid that was dumped on her doorstep. I wouldn’t be the school’s freak so they wouldn’t have to waste their time making fun of me. Flash would probably notice just because he wouldn’t have anyone to beat up but it’s not like he’d really care. MJ definitely wouldn’t. Ned maybe.
But, at least there’s Y/N. Maybe she would notice.
God, I know it’s stupid to even think I could have a chance with her… but… I want one. She’s the only thing in my awful life that isn’t terrible. She’s beautiful and kind. I couldn’t believe when she sat with me at lunch today. Granted, I really think it was so she could apologize for her brother. He’s such an asshole. He has the world handed to him having the city’s richest parents. He’s terrible to his sister. I just can’t imagine being like that when you literally don’t have any problems.
If I ever get the chance to be with Y/N, I really don’t know if my anxiety would be enough to stop me from saying something to him. But until then, if it were to even happen probably not, I’ll avoid him as best I can and try to act more normal around Y/N so that maybe she’ll like me too. She’s the only person that remotely makes me feel something other than this terrible pain in my chest.
He hit print and got up to go get the paper. As he made it to the printer he noticed Connor sitting at the table right beside it.
With his hand holding his head up he eyed Peter sideways. “What happened to your arm?” He asked, eyebrow raising.
Shock was all Peter could feel now. He was trying to avoid being noticed by the older boy, but luck was never on his side.
Connor dropped his hand and looked at Peter expectantly. “Well?”
“Oh, uh, I uh I fell… out of a tree,” he lied, sending a glance to the printer which had finished. If he grabbed the paper now Connor might ask about it.
“That sucks,” he commented. “Sit down, Parker.”
Peter visibly gulped but he obeyed. He shot a glance at the printer hoping no one would take it. He sat across from Connor, hoping this wasn’t going to end badly, but it was him so it probably would.
Connor dug through his bag and pulled out a black marker. He reached for Peter’s cast.
“What are you doing?” Peter asked, pulling his arm back.
Connor rolled his eyes. “I’m gonna sign it. Obviously no one else wants to.”
Peter looked at him skeptically before extending his arm.
In big black letters Connor wrote his name before recapping the marker.
“Uh, thanks,” Peter said, looking at it.
Connor nodded. “So, you like my sister, don’t you?”
A blush shot across Peter’s cheeks, neck and ears. “W-W-”
Connor smiled a tight lipped smile at him and shook his head. “Course you do, who doesn’t? Even us miserable people have to have something, right?”
The bell rang, signaling that they could finally leave.
The two stood, Peter quick and Connor slowly.
“You know,” Connor started, making Peter pause in his escape. “Life sucks, but you could make it suck less if you tried harder.”
Peter wanted to comment about how Connor had a great life that he purposely ruined everyday by acting the way he does, but he didn’t.
“Falling out of a tree? You got a lot going for you and you don’t even see it.”
Peter knew then that Connor knew he’d lied. He turned back around and continued out of the room.
Connor gathered his things. He glanced at the printer, Peter’s reason for coming over in the first place. The paper was still there so he grabbed it. He hated himself more as he read over Peter’s letter to himself. Of course, he didn’t blame Peter for accusing him of having no problems. Not even his fucking parents wanted to notice. They just wanted be believe he liked to act out. He may have had the chance for the world to be handed to him, but he wasn’t perfect. It hurt, he hated being this way. He didn’t want to be the family disappointment. He didn’t want to be cursed with the broken light inside him. His real problem was he hated himself for not being able to do anything about it.
He couldn’t even be honest and just tell his family he loved them, that he would kill for them, die for them if it meant they’d be happy. He couldn’t even look Peter in the eyes and tell him he thought he was perfect. That he was jealous that of course he had eyes on his sister. He crumpled the paper up and threw it in the trash. The words burned into his mind as he made his way home. He always contemplated it, and maybe Peter had the right idea, he still wasn’t sure.
Peter on the other hand made it two blocks away from school before he realized he forgot his letter. He ran back, and discovered it gone. He knew it had to be Connor’s doing. When he made it home he prayed that the next morning wouldn’t start with a beating from him for the horrible things he’d said. He hoped Connor wouldn’t show you and ruin any chance he could even dream of.
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And They Were Roommates
i know i said hiatus but i crapped this out in one go in my phone notes app and it’s not edited but i mean,, i think it’s funny and that’s what matters,,,,, right?
words: 1551
warnings: some swears, sarcastic first person author
Roman stretches his legs out, flexing his feet and pushing his hands into his thighs. “This plane,” he announces, “is too damn crowded, and I am too damn long.” Beside him, Logan stirs, dropping his fancy schmancy neck support pillow on the ground. “That floor is too damn dirty.” Logan swats Roman’s arm and retrieves the pillow with a sigh. “You are too damn violent.”
“I could very easily leave you at the airport,” Logan says. His eyes leverage themselves somewhere around Roman’s nose, crossed enough to be out of focus. “Where did you put my glasses?”
Roman definitely doesn’t scoop the glasses (that he stole) out of his bag (that used to be Logan’s), and he definitely doesn’t place them upside down on Logan’s face (which looks remarkably angry right now). “There ya go, buddy!”
“Fix them.”
Roman definitely doesn’t let a few more curse words peter out in varying languages (that he learned from Logan’s textbooks (that he also stole)). Like the true and kind friend he is, he readjusts the glasses so Logan no longer has to squint, and can instead glare comfortably at Roman.
“This is your captain speaking, please note the seatbelt lights have been turned on. Kindly take your seats for the remainder of this flight, return your trays to their locked position, and buckle up. Thank you for riding with—”
“DEMON!”
“—airlines.”
Logan huffs another sigh at Roman for his outburst. “Was that really necessary?”
“If John Mulaney doesn’t like them, neither do I,” Roman says, heartily ignoring the miffed looks on the faces of the people surrounding him. “Better out than in, I always say.”
“First of all, that’s not even a relevant quote, and second, Shrek? Really?” Nudging his glasses higher on his nose, Logan sets about tucking everything into his carry on bag. With a considerable jolt to the plane, the neck pillow goes flying (in the plane that’s already flying (flying squared (flared))).
By the time the plane finally scrapes onto the track at the airport, Logan is remarkably close to punching Roman (not that he hasn’t already). “What is going on with you today? You don’t typically act this strange on flights, in my experience.”
“I also don’t typically have to meet my roommate after exiting said flight. We all have feelings, Logan, so get used to it.” Roman tugs his suitcase from the baggage claim, flippantly swinging it over his head with (pretty much no) consideration for his fellow humans. (Whether a few middle fingers raise to greet him is TBD (totally believable dude.))
“This Angel character sounded perfectly fine over the computer. I doubt you’ll encounter any problems, and even if you do, I’ll be there as a buffer.” Logan puts a little more care into grabbing his own luggage, trailing Roman into the streets. “If anything, you ought to consider yourself lucky for finding someone seemingly normal in a creative major.”
“What’s your beef with writing majors? Do they get all up in your grill?” To say this earns a smack from Logan is an understatement (but detailing exactly how pink the resulting handprint is might get this story flagged (gotta keep it safe for the kiddos, you know)).
“Just keep moving, I’ll make sure we don’t get lost.”
The reds and yellows of the trees pepper the sky like so many fireworks, slicing interruptions through the cloudless field of blue. Roman grins, rolling his shoulders forward to hitch his hoodie higher up (which he definitely didn’t buy online (with patches to match his school mascot and colors (because that would be nerdy))). With the barely-there breeze trumpeting autumn’s arrival, he can almost smell the crisp bite of chilled apples in woven baskets (he spends a lot of time at cider mills). Logan allows himself the smallest trace of a smile at how much Roman seems to enjoy himself, soaking up what little sun there is. At the sight of his soon-to-be campus looming a few blocks ahead, Roman lets out a whoop (which may or may not annoy the little old ladies near him (with their little yapping dogs (that have little sparkling bows (that still don’t outshine Roman’s little sparkling awe)))).
“Look, Logan, there it is! There’s the prison that I’m gonna inhabit of my own volition, where I’ll have a roommate that might pour whipped cream on my pants or put warm water on my hand! The possibilities are endless!”
Deciding to ignore the not-quite-correct pranks Roman’s dreamed up, Logan grabs his friend by the hand and yanks him back from the crosswalk. The little old ladies with their little yapping dogs snicker as a pickup truck tears through the traffic light, honking the whole way. Roman offers them his best award-winning smile, blissfully unaware of the bits of chocolate smeared over his teeth (not to mention the frappucino stains on his upper lip (of which there are many (Roman hasn’t brushed his teeth in a while))).
“—on the sixth floor, which really sucks because I was so close to having the devil’s number, you know? Would’ve been awesome, shoulda coulda woulda, yeah?”
Once Logan finally catches up to Roman (who definitely didn’t sprint through the next two traffic stops (or to the front desk (where he definitely didn’t hassle the lady (who is now pleading with her eyes at Logan (who wants no part of this))))), he slings his carry on bag to the floor with a grunt. “You could’ve waited for me.”
“I could’ve done a lot of things, just like I was telling Alice—”
“Lisa.”
“—Lisa here, because there’s just never enough time, you know?”
Logan slips a five over the counter to the tired lady, who accepts it with a nod. “Just get him to his room and we’ll call it a day.”
“Thank you so much, I’ll get right on that. Roman, if you don’t sling your butt up those stairs right this second, I will personally ensure that Angel defenestrates you.” (Roman thinks that defenestration is the act of tearing down rainforests (Logan has never bothered to correct him (he finds this hilarious (Roman does not)))).
Having sprinted to the top of the stairs, Roman easily beats Logan to the room, feeling remarkably similar to a king in his wonder at swiping a card to open a door (he’s not actually a king (but you knew that (his last name is Andrews (which you didn’t know (I didn’t even know that until writing this (I made it up for shits and giggles)))))). The two bunks, which are spaced as far apart as possible, border a room on the edge of chaos (or glory (which one it is depends on your perspective (and on your knowledge of catchy songs from the twenty first century))). The one closest to the window proudly displays a collection of purple and black blankets, as well as an absurd amount of pillows (anywhere from ten to ninety (take your pick (it’s probably closer to ninety))). Nestled in the mountain of cushions is a lanky boy, who lets out a wholly disgusted grown as Roman walks in.
“I cannot believe my luck. Roman, you walking piece of literal human garbage, I’m supposed to be rooming with someone named Philip.” The boy shoves himself off the bed, revealing a second boy underneath. “See, Patton, I told you I had a bad feeling about this.”
“Virgin? The man himself, I can’t believe it! You signed up with a fake name, too?”
Logan sighs as the second person (Patton, evidently) unfolds themselves from Pillow Mountain. “Care to explain?”
“Both of our friends signed up with abstract nicknames for some reason. Pretty funny, if you ask me.” (Logan didn’t ask him (okay, technically he did, but not about whether it was funny (he only wanted the facts (he did not get ‘only the facts.’))))
(This is the part where I, the author, am supposed to elaborate on the goofy hijinks that ensue (I don’t really feel like doing that (so just pretend I did and move on (long story short, Virgil and Roman were childhood friends that grew apart and met back up.))))
“Well, I guess I’ll see you on my next vacation, then?” Patton wraps Virgil in a tight hug (but not the other way around (because I don’t want to get bashed for writing people out of character)) before slipping out the door with Logan in tow. Roman turns to Virgil in their now-empty room, surrounded by boxes to be unpacked.
“I cannot believe we both lied about our names and ended up rooming together,” Roman says, sitting on his suitcase. “That is wild.”
“Right, and it’s definitely not fate. Don’t even get started with that fate nonsense on me, because I won’t have any of it.” Virgil pulls an appropriately moody pout and leans on the window, staring forlornly at the night sky (because that’s all he seems to do anymore (just give him something to brood over and that’s Virgil, let’s be honest (because I don’t feel like tossing in another nonsensical problem to be solved with romance here))).
“And it’s definitely not fate that brought us back together when our last game of tag ended with me being 'it’.”
Virgil whips his head around. “You wouldn’t dare.”
Roman cocks an eyebrow. “Try me.”
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Sneeg Snag 20 MAR 22
Origins (From Wilbur Raid) Part 1/1
His wedding is in his city so there is a cool arch.
Tubbo misread brewery as chocolate factory. Poor kid.
Tubbo is gifting so many subs.
His card got rejected. He’s going to get in trouble with Father tubbo.
Poor Tubbo can’t go since his family has a vacation and a sibling.
Tubbo talking about the F1 race. I think I even managed to watch it.
He’s being told to bother Joel since he likes it too.
NASCAR is cool. But I live in an area where we get out of school for race weekends so I might be biased.
So many conversations happening at once and Tubbo’s is just with himself.
Oh drag race like Rupaul. Not drag race like drag cars. Gah someone save me.
Tubbo trying to talk his fantasy stuff. I did fantasy football once and I wasn’t winning (I didn’t understand that and picked the app recs and pretty guys) but anyone who came after me was ridiculed for having worse picks than the guesser.
I love defenestration! I’ve done it so many times!
Sneeg chills on the bee boy.
Bye Scott! Be safe out there!
Everyone joking about Tubbo being homophobic and then the ads play
3/7, 4, 5,
Scott doing sparkle rockets?
6,
Ooo channel points yummy. I need to downloaded a channel point auto redeemer on my computer for when I’m out during the day.
7/7 IM FREE
Bee bus taking Sneeg somewhere.
Big frog? Ok then.
Tubbo taking the trident throw impact with Sneeg going nowhere.
Why complain about ads? I talk about them here because I wish I knew what was going on. But not in chat that’s rude. If you don’t like the ads subscribe, if you don’t subscribe quietly watch the ads. Or like he’s saying go get some water or stretch or something.
Wow Sneeg does call out his chat. I’m not here nearly as much as I should be. Why don’t I watch him more? Oh wait right his notification sounds make me mildly uncomfortable. But they aren’t happening now so I’m vibing.
Origins server is so pretty. I haven’t been here in so long it’s so lovely.
Tubbo needs Sneeg at whatever con that was Twitch con?
*aggressive typing noises*
Inchling origin is so cool. This man can scale things and all sorts of cool stuff.
Wilbur and Phil poured beer off a balcony trying to get it into Sneeg’s mouth about 3 years ago. And missed. Sneeg has video of it somewhere.
Sneeg hurrying to finish Elden Ring. And Tubbo struggling with it.
Tubbo has a shelf. And Sneeg will show us. A nice shelf. Well organized.
Among us on shelf. Do it. Help him out of couch. He’s contained.
It looks horrible on purpose.
Swapping games! Bye Tubbo.
I’m not very interested in Elden Ring so I’m going to head off. See y’all!
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The fix was quicker than I expected! Dad’s bringing it (the computer) home today :D
someone needs to photoshop smiling cherubs and flowers around them
OH whoops, sorry about the misunderstanding ^^;; Idk what I even want to happen to the Touken baby, I just don’t want it to die in the womb.
Uta/Touka child might also be pretty attractive, now that I think about it ;)
(Uta/Rize or Uta/Itori child would look even better though)
I was in a nice, fluffy mood when I wrote that. Unfortunately, as I’m going to get my computer back and will be able to start working on the Heathers AU again tonight, this will probably be the last you’ll see of Cinnamon Roll Evans for a while :)
YES I read the new Kuro chapter! Honestly I disliked the 2CT for various reasons but now that it’s actually become canon I think I feel a little better about it (also, is it just me or does ‘real’ Ciel look a bit different from 'our’ Ciel on the last page? His face looks too…perfect, if that makes sense). I’m excited to see what this means for Lizzy’s relationship with both Ciels and Undertaker’s connection to the Phantomhives!
Oh, actually I agree with you there? What I meant by 'op’ is more of a really strong character, not an overpowered one ^^;; sorry, I’ll try to explain myself better:
Super strong characters like Levi, Mikasa, the Titan Trio, Kaneki, Eto, Arima, Sebastian…they are all technically 'op’ (especially Sebastian, dude has literally no weaknesses so far). However, they work because they also have traits that interest us beyond just their strength. Kaneki is a lonely child, a selfish person with a fear of being left behind, drifting and unable to find a reason to live. Levi is an orphan who was raised by a serial killer- he clawed his way up to where he is now. Annie is a sixteen-year-old trained into a killing machine from childhood, she went through life believing that the only person she could trust was her father, and she was desperate to return to him.
(It’s also difficult because everyone seems to have a different definition of 'op’; I personally just use it to jokingly refer to powerful characters or when I talk about strong characters whose power levels are inconsistent with canon to the point where it gets ridiculous (example: we know titan shifters take some time to heal, so if a titan shifter came along who could be behaded then have their head instantly stick back onto their neck like some sort of AoT version of Noro, I’d consider them OP).)
I guess what I was trying to say was that it’s fine to have strong characters, just make sure that they have an actual personality (readers need a reason to care about the characters, after all!) and that their powers make sense? ^^;;
(Also, I think I might have sounded a bit passive-aggressive or rude during this convo about op characters, I'm really sorry if I did OTL I didn’t mean to, but when I reread my comments I realized they could come off that way)
I agree with you about the AoT OCs though. Unfortunately there aren’t a lot of good ones…actually, most OCs I see for popular fandoms aren’t very interesting. Other than the powers or character designs the thing that bothers me is the lack of proper personality (why do so many people think 'happy’ is a personality trait???).
And definitely agree 100% on the angsty backstory. Like, that’s just overkill. There’s a difference between tragedy and being edgy. (It also sort of depends on how good the writer is at conveying emotion and handling the angst, but for the most part stuff like that is
That’s a great way to do things! :D I’m really, really disorganized when it comes to making characters…usually a concept pops into my head and I run with it, adding in details along the way. Tatsuo was created when I wanted to make a male TG OC and suddenly this image of a smug-looking guy with a long black ponytail popped into my head, Naomi started from the idea of making a character with the themes of 'self-discovery’ 'identity’ and 'lies’ woven into their arc. Louisa was literally born from an outfit- I randomly thought of an outfit that looked really pretty and traditionally feminine, yet was actually very practical when you looked closer. Then I tried to imagine what kind of person would wear these clothes and that was Louisa…
idk, I’m bad at explaining stuff haha
(also: Tatsuo was also inspired by various vampire characters I saw in anime/manga, books and TV shows. He’d be so offended if he knew LOL in fact, he just might serve me for dinner at the restaurant or something ;-;)
TYSM! I’m really glad you’ve liked all three of my OCs so far, thank you for listening to me ramble about my babies (actually only Naomi is my baby, Tatsuo and I disowned each other and Louisa moved out) <33333
As for Lou, I’ll send you some more info about her after I develop her a bit more if you like? :) For now, a few random things:
-rarely shows emotions like anger or sorrow
-not because she’s bottling them up, but because she’s learned how to handle them in a healthy way
-always smells like mint for some reason
-maybe because she’s addicted to mint tea
-her bodyguard suspects she doesn’t drink water at all and lives on the stuff
-she also likes strong flavors
-has the kind of bright, pretty smile that makes you want to trust her
-so you do
-and you (probably) get killed
-had a girlfriend named Iris once, a nice, sensible girl who managed to keep her from getting too buried in her work and various plans for her family and took care of her in ways that her bodyguard couldn’t (AKA somehow got her to realize that mint tea does not equal a proper meal)
-unfortunately Iris did not know that Lou can be a bit terrible
-she walked in on Lou casually wiping the blood off of her knife with the dead body of a certain businessman on the floor in front of her
-“Oh, Iris. What are you doing here, darling? I thought I asked the servants to keep you upstairs, my private meetings can be a bit messy… Iris? Love, are you quite alright? You look a little pale…”
-Well, that was the end of that relationship
XD the titan designs are one of the best things about AoT, in my opinion. You could make a gallery out of all the pictures of them that that have appeared in the anime and the manga so far lol
Oh, really? Hope you enjoy/ed the list then :D was it ok??? (Part 2 was intended to smash feels)
Sweet! That wasn’t so long ^^
I know you meant Voldy and Draco by the flower statement but...
I’m this close to finding a physical copy of the manga and throwing it in the fire while yelling ‘Lighten the fuck up’.
Gimme the Uta/Itori love child now, pretty please. Damn, that would be one attractive baby.
And now I fear for my life. Great. Well, more for my hear than for my life, but whatever.
Well, I never really had a formed opinion on the 2CT theory, but I did read a few things about it.
I didn’t expect it to be true, though. Welp, now we can assume it is true, and I am SHOOK
Here’s an accurate description of me during the chapter.
I think that might be since he’s a tiny bit more similar to Vincent, while Our Ciel is more similar to Rachel. I mean, we know that there are physical differences between the two (if we assume that Real Ciel is the one who was previously Lizzy’s fiancé), because Real Ciel is taller than Our Ciel.
Yep, I definitely can’t wait to see where it’ll go from now.
I remember seeing a post that said ‘This is the biggest shock to the fandom since we found out Undertaker was fuckable’
Also:
Our!Ciel: three years ago I lost my dear twin brother to some cultists and a demon.
Real!Ciel: Quit telling everyone I'm dead!
Our!Ciel: Sometimes I can still hear his voice...
Oh, I see! I always think of OP as OverPowered, that’s why I got a bit defensive ^^;;;;;
Well, like you said, everyone has their own definition of OP.
Sometimes, I’ll even think of OCs who have trait that’s already specific to another character as OP, like Titan-Shifter OCs, or OCs with a plot basically the same to a canon character (not OP but very irritating)
And don’t get me started on Demon-Contracted OCs in the Kuro fandom. Those make me want to defenestrate myself.
Yup, I have no problems with strong characters as long as they’re not ridiculously strong and aren’t there purely because of that power, but they also have personality.
Don’t worry, I reread my original statement about OP characters and was like ‘man this sounds so bitchy and high and might hnnnngh’ but couldn’t find a way to rephrase it properly ^^;;
So, no worries, I know how you feel ^^
Well, for some reason, it seems that the people who make believable OCs are either lazy or scared to post theirs. Or they simply don’t care. The ones with Mary Sues like to holler at people with ‘LOOK AT MY BAE CHARACTER AREN’T THEY PERFECT???’
There’s this blog I follow (it’s gone inactive, unfortunately) that takes Mary Sues and breaks them down (well, the correct term would be make fun of, but they do offer some advice on how to improve them), and you wouldn’t believe the shit I found there.
Here’s the link if you want.
For some reason, people seem to think that the edgier the backstory, the ‘more original’ the character, which (of course) isn’t true, because that means everyone will have a super tragic backstory that no longer makes sense.
Another thing I’ve noticed is that they sometimes avoid some pretty important details like ‘Character was born into a healthy, happy family. One thing led to another and the family was killed, while character was molested (a very common backstory theme) and taken in by a cult’ and I’m like ???
My character usually start out like this:
*luna is watching a show*
OK BUT WHAT IF THERE WAS A CHARACTER WHO-
And so a new character is born.
But your ways of starting a character are also quite interesting ^^ Especially by looking at an outfit!
I ALWAYS WANNA LISTEN TO YOU RAMBLE ABOUT CHARACTERS!
Titans make me laugh, honestly. Like, these are supposed to be the main bad creatures? Steampunk zombies (kabaneri) look scarier than that.
It was the hulk smash of feels :-))))
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Friendship Thursday
So I’ve tried to post this twice today already but work got in the way. This is my third prompt for @wholesome-week and yes, I knew I skipped yesterday. Bottom line, I hope you enjoy.
“And that’s how you make friendship nachos.” Marco said as he held a plate filled with his famous friendship nachos.
“Really?” Marcus asked in disbelief as he looked at them. “They look like regular nachos to me … aside from the fact that they have sprinkles in them.”
“Well that’s what they are.” Marco said as he put them onto the kitchen table.. “But Star loves the added sprinkles.”
Star pulled Marco into a hug. “And you know it.”
Marcus rolled his eyes as he watched the couple snuggle. “So … what’s the deal with this friendship Thursday thing?”
“Oh that?” Star asked. “You see, thing is-“ Before Star could answer, a dimensional portal opened up in the kitchen and none other than Ponyhead came charging through.
“Hey yall, the pony is here so the party can officially-“ She stopped short as soon as she caught sight of Marcus. “Um, excuse me, what is that?”
“What?” Marcus asked.
“Ponyhead, this is Marcus.” Star explained as she motioned to him. “He’s one of our friends and is hanging out with us today.”
Ponyhead looked shocked then leered at Marcus. “Excuse me? One turd was bad enough, then you had to start going out with that turd, but now I have to share friendship Thursday with another, even lamer, turd?”
“Hey!” Marcus exclaimed.
“Come on Pfly! This is supposed to be for best friends only!” Ponyhead paused then looked worried. “Please tell me you’re not trying to set me up with him.”
“Oh don’t worry Pony.” Star eased. “Marcus is already in love with someone else … and needs to be set up with her.”
Marcus quickly jumped between Star and ponyhead and looked at her with a cautious smile. “Um, Star, I hate to look a gift horse in the mouth but the decapitated flying unicorn head does bring up a good point.”
“Hey! I’m a pony!” Pony head exclaimed.
Marcus glanced back at her then back at Star. “Anyway, I do like hanging out with you guys, but why exactly did you invite me?”
“That’s simple.” Star began. “You’re one of our best friends!”
“So you’re telling me that I’m closer friends with you and/or Marco than Janna?”
Star paused as she tried to keep her smile until she eventually caved and sighed. “Okay … fine … today isn’t a normal friendship Thursday.”
“I knew it!” Marcus exclaimed. “Wait, what does that mean?”
“I mean … today is a MEGA FRIENDSHIP THURSDAY!!!” Star exclaimed as she threw her hands into the air. “Where we invite more of our friends and watch some new horror movies.”
“Uh huh.” Marcus replied as he crossed his arms. “And who else is coming?”
Star glanced at Marco then back to Marcus. “Well … Janna for sure, she's bringing the movies.”
“Wait, Janna?” Marco asked.
Marcus ignored Marco and continued to question Star. “Okay, who else?”
“Alfonzo and Ferguson!” Star added. “It's been forever since we've seen them so of course we invited them as well.”
“And who else?” Marcus continued
“Starfan13 will probably show up.” Star added. “I also invited Jackie but she said she was busy.”
“Is that everyone?” Marcus inquired.
Before Star could put off answering his question further, the doorbell rang and Star rushed to get it. “Sorry Marcus but I have to get this.”
“Answer my question!” He exclaimed as he charged after her.
Before he could catch up to her, she threw open the door causing Marcus to stop dead in his tracks. “Faith!” Star exclaimed as she gently threw her arms around her.
“It's good to see you too Star.” She replied. “Now … can you let me go?”
“Oh.” Star quickly let go of her and blushed with embarrassment. “Sorry about that.”
“It's fine.” She slowly lifted her crutches and placed them in front of her before taking a shaky step forward with her right foot and dragging her left forward after. “Thank you again for inviting me.”
“It was our pleasure Faith.” Star replied.
“So this is the girl that you were referring to earlier.” Ponyhead said as she took a closer look at Faith. “She looks a little … broken.”
“Ponyhead!” Marcus exclaimed.
“Relax.” Ponyhead replied as she looked over her. Faith had mid length dark blond hair that stopped just before her shoulders and looked as if she has forgotten to comb it this morning. What's more, it was completely covering her left eye leaving only her blue eye visible. As one looked lower, there was her pink hoodie and her forearm walkers attached to each of her arms as well as brown cargo pants. “Yo, what's with your hair?” Ponyhead asked. “How can you see with halfway your face covered?” She quickly used her horn to push her hair out of her face but doubled back upon realizing that she had two different colored eyes. “Wow, you sure you’re a human?”
Marcus slapped his hand onto the back of Ponyheads neck and gave an annoyed smile. “Are you familiar with the term defenestration?”
“Not really, why?”
“Would you like me to give you a demonstration of what it means to be defenestrated?”
“Are we defenestrating someone?” Janna's voice asked excitedly from just behind Faith. Everyone turned to see Janna standing in the doorway holding a laptop bag and smiling. “If so then count me in!”
“Yeah, Ponyhead!” Marcus exclaimed.
“Sweet!” Janna handed her laptop bag to Star. “Star, set this up for us?” She ran over to Ponyhead and tucked her under her arm. “Let’s go Marcus!”
“Yay!” Ponyhead shouted as Janna carried her off. “I’m going to be defenestrated! That sounds fun!”
“Hold on!” Marco called as he chased after them. “Remember to open the window first!”
Star and Faith were left in the living room alone as Star looked at the bag in her hands. “I’m going to be honest, I have absolutely no idea how to set this up.”
“I do.” Faith replied with a smile. “I can do it!”
Star looked at Faith not convinced that she would actually be able to get the laptop out of the bag, let alone set it up. “Um … I would … I mean … can you really?”
Faith gave Star an annoyed look. “Star, there are three people who I've known for a long time, other than my physical therapist, who refer to my disabilities openly and they are also the three people closest to me.”
“Maybe it’s because they are closest to you that they feel comfortable talking about it?”
Faith gave Star a tired look then shook her head. “Just … help me sit down in front of the television.”
“Uh … okay.” Faith bade her way to the television and Star placed her hands underneath her shoulders and eased her to the ground. “So … uh … how are you going to-“
“I need the laptop.” Faith finished. Star quickly opened the bag and placed the laptop right in front of her as Faith tried to undo the velcro on her forearm crutches.
“Do you need a hand?” Star asked.
“I’ll be fine Star.” She said as she finally managed to free her left arm. “Now I just need to get my other one out and … damn.”
As Faith attempted to release herself, there was the sound of Ponyhead shouting in joy coming from just outside. “Let’s do that again!” They both heard.
“Okay fine!” Faith admitted in defeat. “We should get this done before they get back.” She offered her arm to Star who quickly undid the velcro allowing Faith to move her arm freely.
“You sure you can set this up?” Star asked. “Not that … I think … um-“
“I have one good … almost good hand Star.” Faith replied as she held up her right hand. “Therapist said that soon I might be able to write with it.”
Star looked down at the bag and let out a sigh. “Okay, what’s next?”
“There should be two cables in that bag.” Star looked through it and pulled out the power cable and the HDMI cable. “Okay, give me one end of the power cable and plug the other into a wall outlet.”
As Star took the plug over to an outlet by the television, Faith fumbled with the other end for a bit before snapping it into the laptop. “Okay, I got it on this end.” Star called.
“Good, because I got it here too.” Faith replied. Star walked back and picked up the other cable and looked at it confused.
“Uh … they look the same.”
“It’s an HDMI cable Star, it goes both ways so it doesn’t’ matter which end you plug into what.” Star looked at the cable for a second before giving on end to Faith and holding the other in her hand. “There should be an outlet on the T.V. somewhere that will fit that.” She began fumbling with hers as she tried to get it into the computer. “And by the time you find it, I should have this one taken care of.”
“Okay then.” Star ran over to the television and began searching for the other outlet. It didn’t take Faith long to plug in her end but Star was having more than a little trouble finding where it plugged into on the television.
“You need a hand over there?” Faith joked.
“I’ll be fine.” Star replied. “Found it!” She plugged the cable into the T.V. and ran back to Faith.
“Now we just turn this on.” She said as she opened it and hit the power button. “And wait for it to load.”
“Um … Faith.” Star began as they waited for the machine to load. “You know I could probably … well I can’t fix what’s wrong, but I might be able to cast a spell that help you … move better.”
Faith turned to Star and let out a laugh. “Star … I appreciate the thought, but this is something I need to overcome on my own.”
“Are you sure?”
“If I wasn’t then I would have taken my Ex-boyfriends offer of building me a robotic exoskeleton to help me move around.”
“You have an ex?” Star asked in disbelief.
“Yeah, I know it’s hard to believe but … he’s a sweet guy, a little strange what with having green hair, a square nose, and … being very, very quiet. He was kinda mysterious but … he was sweet.”
“What happened?”
“He loved someone else and I was moving away.” She replied. “So I told him I felt it was best if we stopped calling ourselves an item.”
“Wait, moving?”
“Yeah, back before I moved to Echo Creek. I still talk with all my friends there via skype chat, and boy, do they know how to have the best day ever but … I like it here.”
Star quickly took a seat right next to Faith and placed her hands on her knees. “Okay, so while we’re on the topic of dating, how about you and Marcus?”
“Say what?” Faith asked.
“You and Marcus, I know that you like him.”
Faith quickly looked back to the staircase and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he wasn’t there and heard sounds that proved they were still throwing Ponyhead out the window. “Okay, yes, I do like him, more than my ex, but … I don’t know … it’s just … I’m not sure about … things.”
“Okay then, how about we start with ‘why’ you like him?”
Faith sighed and looked down. “Well … ever since I was young, I tried to be as helpful as I could possibly be with … all things considered. I gave people encouraging words of advice from time to time, was a friend when other’s needed one, just try and make people happy, but Marcus? He was one of the first who tried to make me happy.” She blushed and shook her head. “Given, back then, I only thought of him as a friend, I had a crush on someone else … which ended poorly, but he … where I tried to be everyone else’s friend, he tried to be my friend. He would even offer me a few words of … well … he wasn’t so much encouraging as he was consoling, I looked at him a little brother at the time. Then low and behold, I somehow meet up with him again years later, and after a few chances to get to know him, that little boy I knew back then had come out of his shell and grown into a man, and I didn’t see him as a little brother anymore.”
“A man?” Star asked. “He’s only like … fifteen.”
“He was ten last I saw him at the orphanage.” She reached up and touched the burn scar on her neck. “Given it wasn’t the best place to say goodbye … I wish I could have at least said it.” She shook her head and smiled. “But aside from that, when I saw him again, he had grown so much, he had become so much more confident and … I never expected him to be capable of sarcasm.” She sighed and looked up. “But it’s just … he looked at me differently … I don’t really know how to describe it but … it’s confusing.”
“Ah.” Star replied. “You are still in the discovery phase of your relationship, aren’t you?”
“The … discovery phase?”
Star nodded. “It’s when you are still working through your feelings and when you will realize why you like someone … or that you don’t truly like them at all. It’s a very important phase.”
“It is?”
“Yeah, it’s the reason Marco is dating me instead of Jackie.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah, but let's get this computer set up.” Star said as she reached over to the keyboard. “Let's see, password is … M-A-R-C-O-1-9-7-3 and enter … and there we go.” The screen began to load revealing that Janna’s wallpaper was a picture of Marco sleeping.
“Does it ever bother you that your best friend has a thing for your boyfriend?” Faith asked.
“It used to.” Star replied as she stood up. “But if I got upset over every girl that was into Marco then I would have very few friends.”
“Um … Star? Can you help me get up?”
“Oh …right.” Star walked behind her while she worked her arms into her crutches. “You ready?” Star asked.
“Ready when you are.” Faith replied.
Star placed her hands under her shoulders and lifted her until she was standing upright. “Okay, I'm good.” Star let go and Faith’s weight fell onto her crutches. “One of these day … I'll be able to stand up on my own.”
“That was the bomb!” Ponyhead exclaimed as she came down the stares followed by the everyone else.
“Yeah, it wasn't as satisfying as I wanted it to be.” Marcus added.
“Speak for yourself.” Janna replied.
“I'm just glad we didn't break anything.” Marco finished.
“Oh, you guys got my laptop set up.” Janna said as she walked over to it.
“Hold on, I'll turn on the television.” Marco said as he picked up the remote. “So what movie are we watching again?”
“We’re going to watch the three new horror movies coming out next week, horror of the black lagoon, the undertaker, and betrayal at house on the hill.”
“Aren’t those … not in theaters yet?” Marco asked.
“Yeah, I got them early from a my source.”
“Janna!” Marco hissed. “Pirating movies is bad, not only because it's illegal, but because it causes the film company who made it to get cheated out of money when they worked long and hard on the movie.”
“Relax Marco.” Janna eased. “My dad knows the director of all three movies so I got them legitimately.”
Marco crossed his arms. “Fine … thank you sharing this opportunity with us.”
“Oh Marco.” Janna said as she wrapped her arm around his shoulder. “Apology accepted.”
“Anywho!” Star shouted as she pushed Janna and Marco apart. “What are we waiting for? Let's start this movie marathon!”
Just then, the door swung open and Ferguson came charging in. “The Ferg is in the house! Now this luau is a party!”
“I am also here.” Alfonzo added from behind Ferguson.
Marco sighed and began walking towards the kitchen. “I'm going to make more nachos.”
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Dear Peter Parker - 4 - Paranoia
Peter ParkerxReader
Dad!Tony, Mom!Pepper, Brother!Connor
Word Count: 709
A/N: Just about half of this one is Connor centered lol. Future reference After this one things are really going to start changing, not a whole ton, but a good chunk. Hope it doesn’t end up super bad.
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“I can’t believe you got detention on your first day,” Pepper snapped after having asked how her kids’ days’ were.
Connor rolled his eyes. “I told you I didn’t want to go. If I hadn’t gone I wouldn’t have been late and I wouldn’t have gotten it!”
“Your sister didn’t get detention,” Tony added.
“That’s because miss perfect just gets away with everything!”
“Enough!” Pepper shouted.
You couldn’t stand it, you took one last bite of your food before escaping the scene. You didn’t need to be verbally abused by him just because your homeroom teacher was nice.
The yelling only continued and got louder as their fight broke out. You settled on going into your room and putting headphones in. You noticed your wall shake almost an hour later, meaning Conner had slammed his door shut.
You didn’t hear him trashing his room for probably the thousandth time just that summer. Nor, did you hear a half an hour later when he knocked on your door.
He was a mess. He was over an edge he wasn’t sure he could come back from. He’d tried everything he could to calm down. Everything. From destroying his room, to smoking, then to smoking weed, then to the narcotics he’d acquired. He couldn’t handle this. Not with everything his parents had thrown at him. Well, what his dad had thrown at him, what his mom hadn’t defended against. He just needed someone right now. He needed his sister, even with the thought you might send him away. “Y/N,” He called through the door. His voice was hoarse. “Y/N,” He tried the knob and found the door locked. He hit his head lightly against it. The tears that streamed down his cheeks falling onto his shoes.
He went back to his room and sat at his computer. He typed out the letter, printed it, and folded it up. He shoved it in his hoodie pocket. Grabbed his messenger bag, filled it with the rest of the drugs he had and left.
If his family wasn’t going to care, why should he anymore?
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Peter was freaking out. His anxiety, which was normally at an 8, was at a 13. He knew Connor took that letter, and the next day when he didn’t show up to school Peter thought he had to be home, planning his demise.
Then another two days pass and still no sign of him. Nor you for that matter, he really hoped everything was okay for you, maybe your parents had to go away for business and the two of you just had to go. It was now friday morning and he was just waiting for Connor to appear.
Someone clapped a hand on Peter’s shoulder, making him whip around. He let out a breath of relief when he saw that it was Ned.
“Jeez, dude. What’s got you so jumpy?” Ned asked, letting go of his friend.
“Nothing,” Peter answered, quickly.
Ned eyed him skeptically. “Yeah, okay, try again.”
Peter sighed. “Okay… okay look… I screwed up… I wrote a letter to myself, and I kinda sorta shit talked Connor Stark in it… and I think he found it and I’ve been waiting for him to get back to school and just beat the living shit out of me.”
“Slow down,” Ned directed. “First off, why did you write yourself a letter?”
He rubbed the back of his neck. “Because my stupid shrink told me to. So, I write these stupid letters, and the other day in detention I wrote one and printed it, and I think he took it from the printer after I left because I forgot about it.”
“What did you say exactly?”
Peter explained that he said some bad stuff about Connor and Flash, but he also mentioned you in it and how he liked you. Leaving out the details about him wanting to die.
Ned let out a low whistle as the bell rang. “You’re dead when he comes back dude.”
“Wow, thanks,” Peter said, before going into his homeroom.
Three periods later he was called to the principal's office. He hoped that it didn’t have anything to do with his letter. The last thing he wanted was May getting involved now.
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