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g3z0 · 27 days

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The summer I turned pretty P1

Summary: Every summer, you and your family go on vacation to the summer house of the Sturniolo’s. You basically grew up with the Sturniolo kids. You haven’t been there last year, so you didn’t saw the Sturniolo’s since two years. Nothing can change that much in two years. At least that’s what you thought.

Warnings: cursing

NEW FIC BABY!! I love the summer I turned pretty even if it’s cheesy. Hope you enjoy

-g3z0

„You should really bring this along.“ Ava says as she’s looking through my closet.

„Hm?“ I bring my head up from my phone, looking at my best friend.

She holds a red shirt out to me my mom bought me a while ago. I shake my head „nah, I don’t like that shirt.“ I mumble.

She turns to me and rolls her eyes „but you look so good in it!“ she protests, laying it into my suitcase.

I let out a sigh. „Hey.“ she whispers as she walks over to me. „Im gonna miss you..“ she says as she cups my cheeks in her hand, making me look up at her.

„Im just gone for the summer.“ I smile. She squeezes my cheeks and laughs a little before she lets go off me „still.“

„Im gonna miss you too.“ I breathe as she sits down on my bed next to me.

She looks over to the pinboard that’s hanging on the wall next to my bed. She hums and takes one picture that’s attached to it.

„Awhhh, you and the triplets?“ she smiles as she looks down at the pic.

I look down at the picture. It’s a pic of Matt, Chris, Nick and me, standing in front of their summer house. It was taken 2 years ago when we were 14.

„oh my god, they look exactly alike!“ she laughs. I smile and shake my head „nah, they don’t.“

She looks at me and rolls her eyes „yeah- because you know them.“ She points at Chris on the picture „who’s that?“ she asks.

„Chris.“ I answer, looking back at her. She raises her eyebrows and nudges me with her elbow „you just made that up.“ she laughs.

„I didn’t.“ I state with a chuckle. She hangs the picture back to my pinboard „he’s cute.“ she says.

I scrunch my nose up and turn my face to the side „Ava.“ I sigh. „Y/n.“ she laughs „what? He is.“

„That was two years ago.“ I nod to the picture before looking back at her. She shrugs with her shoulders „and? Bet he’s hot now.“

„Ava. Gross.“ I say, standing back up. She lets out a laugh and runs through her hair. „You‘re just jealous.“ she teases.

„Oh yeah, totally.“ I say sarcastically as I put the rest of my clothes into my suitcase.

Am I nervous? Of course I am.

We’re driving for like 40 hours. At least that’s what it feels like.

My brother Matteo drives even more slower than my grandma.

I sit in the passenger seat, listening to music through my AirPods as I day dream while I look out of the window.

My mother is sitting in the backseat, a book in her hand wich she read like 4 pages from before she fell asleep.

I didn’t saw the Sturniolo’s in two years because my dad thought it would be a great idea to remember he has two sons expect his other kids and wanting to „bond“ with them again.

At least that’s what he told my mom.

Matteo didn’t want to come. My dad expected that. When I said I didn’t want to come. He didn’t expect that.

Probably because I was 15 and Matteo was 18.

I was pissed off all summer long. I needed to play the babysitter for my dads other kids.

The only time my dad even talked to me was when he commented on my body.

I was an ugly kid - glasses, braces, weird body type.

For the whole summer my dad forced me to train with him. And I didn’t stop.

My braces are gone, I’m wearing contact lenses and I grew like fucking 5 inches. I hit puberty late.

So that’s what changed. Everything else was just the same when I saw the triplets the last time-

„Owh!“ I groan and look over to my brother as he slapped me against my shoulder. I pull out one of my AirPods and look at him with a frown „what the fuck was that for?“

Matteo looks over to me for a second before he looks back at the road. „Im talking to you for like 5 minutes straight, till I see you have your fucking AirPods in.“ he sighs.

I roll my eyes and slump back into my seat. „Asshole.“ I mumble as I put my AirPod back into my ear.

I hear Matteo’s muffled voice through my music, making me turn my phone volume up to the highest.

As we drive the same old road to cousins, I roll my window down, breathing in the familiar scent of the city.

Everytime we drive into Cousins, it feels like I’m coming home after I’ve been gone for a long time.

In Cousins, everything stays the same. It never changes. And I think that’s what gives me so much comfort.

When we’re finally there and Matteo drives onto the property of the Sturniolo’s, Matt and Chris already sit at the porch.

The triplets were blond when they were kids. Now they have dark brown hair. I don’t know if it’s the Boston air or if they just don’t go out that much.

Matt is wearing a middle part, not the ugly ass buzz cut our moms gave us every summer. Chris has long, curvy hair, most of it covered in a „new era“ cap.

I smile and take my AirPods out.

I lean over towards Matteo, pressing my hand against the horn two times.

My mom flinches and looks confused at us, before she looks out of the window „we’re already there..?“ she mumbles in a sleepy voice.

Matteo laughs a little and gets out of the car. I shake my head and do the same. Chris and Matt walk over to us, glaring at me hard.

„What the fuck happened with little y/n?“ Chris laughs, looking at me like I’m a different person.

„Language, Owen.“ my mother says as she gets out of the car. Chris smiles and interlocks his hands behind his back „hello, Darleen.“ he says, a familiar politeness in his voice wich my mom knows is just faked.

My mom chuckles and shakes her head, walking over to Matt and Chris. „Hey boys.“ she smiles softly as she hugs Matt first and then Chris.

It’s weird to see how much taller the two are than my mom now. I feel like it was just yesterday when we four were almost at the same height as her.

„Where’s Mary-lou?“ she asks as she pulls her sunglasses that where on her head, over the bridge of her noise. Matt nods towards the house „inside, she’s cooking.“ after that she walks into the house.

Matteo closes the door of the car „where’s Justin?“ he yells over to us.

„Inside!“ Chris and Matt yell back synchronously.

You know those two opossums from ice age? Yeah, Matt and Chris are literally them.

Matt and Chris watch my mom and matteo, waiting before they disappear into the house.

Then Chris takes me into a headlock, ruffling over my hair. „We missed you, though guy!“ Chris laughs.

I scrunch my nose and laugh, pushing him away from me. „I certainly didn’t.“ I lie.

Matt rolls his eyes before he daps me up and hugs me. „What does Darleen feed you?“ he chuckles as he lets go off me. „I swear, the last time we saw you, you were like 3 apples tall.“

„I wasn’t.“ I chuckle as I look around. „Where’s Nick?“

„Somewhere, I don’t know.“ Chris shrugs as he walks past me, towards the car trunk. I look at Matt and he also shrugs, doing the same as Chris. „Alright.“ I breathe, following them.

„Eat more, sweetheart.“ Mary-Lou says softly to me as she sits besides me at the dinner table.

I give her a warm smile before I shake my head „no, I’m good. But it tastes really good.“

My mom scoffs and nudges mary-Lou into her side with her elbow „he’s just saying that. You should see him at home! I need to go grocery shopping every day because of the two!“ she chuckles.

I roll my eyes playfully and look over the table. My eyes fall onto Nicks empty seat.

„do you have your sketchbook with you?“ Justin asks me on my other side, turning my attention from nicks seat to his. I nod a little as I put a piece of meat into my mouth. „Mhm.“

Justin was always impressed by my drawings. Sometimes it feels like he was the only reason I kept going.

He smiles at me and nods as he grabs his glass off the table „good. Show me after, aight?“

„Alright.“

„Don’t push his ego.“ Matteo says to Justin, shaking his head.

„Matt.. stop.“ my mom says, making Matteo and Matt look at her. My mom frowns before she shakes her head with a chuckle „sorry- not you, sweetie.“ she says to Matt. „Matteo. Stop.“ she corrects herself.

„I didn’t do anything!“ he defends himself, throwing his hands up.

„Sure you didn’t.“ Mary-Lou says.

One of the worst things about summer is when my mom is mad at me or Matteo. And when my mom is mad - Mary-Lou is mad.

The same thing with Mary-Lou’s kids.

Jimmy, the dad of the triplets, always comes a few weeks later than us. He only stays for a week tho - he’s too busy with work.

„So.“ my mother starts, looking at Matt and Chris „how does hockey and lacrosse do?“

I sigh to myself. Here we go.

Chris and Matt’s eyes light up as they start to yap about their team, their practices and everything that comes to their mind.

Like I said, the opossums of ice age.

I never was a big fan of sports. Nick wasn’t either.

So every summer when Matt and Chris played sports, me and Nick did something alone. Or we sat at the side and watched them, talking about god knows what.

Justin and Matteo are older than us. They always just did their own thing. Sometimes when we got lucky, our mom’s forced them to take us along.

It was fun for us, not for our older brothers.

My eyes fall back onto nicks empty seat. I stare at it for a few seconds before I let out a sigh, looking down on my plate and stabbing a piece of meat with my fork.

My room is still the same as ever. Nothing changed.

It’s the middle of the night now. Matt, Chris and me stayed downstairs for a while before they headed to bed.

I grab my swimming shorts out of my suitcase that’s laying on my bed and put them on.

I quietly open my door and sneak past the other rooms to the stairs. I walk downstairs and push the doors in the living room open that’s leading outside into the backyard.

The warm night breeze hits me and I smile to myself.

It is a routine. Every year, the first night, I wait until everyone is asleep and then I go swimming on my own in the pool.

My first night swim this summer.

I slowly step into the pool, the cold water is making a shiver run up my spine.

I swim a few laps. As I pull my head out of the water to get some air, I pause, seeing Nick sitting at the edge of the pool with his legs in the water, smoking a cigarette.

I freeze a little, glaring at him.

Matt and Chris have changed a lot in those two years. Not in their personality but in their looks. But Nick?

His buzz cut is gone, brown wavy hair is covering his forehead. He has a nose ring and his right arm is covered in tattoos.

His cold eyes lock onto mine as he calmly takes a drag from his cigarette.

I push my hair back and run over my face to get it a little dry. „Since when do you smoke?“ I ask, glaring at him. I tilt my head a little „and what are you even doing here?“

I didn’t saw him in two years and that’s seriously the first thing I say to him?

He exhales the smoke „wich should I answer first?“ he asks with his typical Nick face. Unbothered, annoyed.

My heart bumps against my chest.

I swim over to the edge and stop in front of him. „Second.“ I breathe.

He looks down at me and shrugs with his shoulders „couldn’t sleep. Took a walk.“

That’s a lie. He just came out here to smoke.

„how did you know I was out here? And since when do you smoke?“ I ask again, watching him as he takes another drag of his cigarette.

„You changed.“ he says, still not breaking eye contact with me. I lick my lips and look down at myself before looking back up at him. „You changed.“ I breathe. „And you didn’t answer my question.“

„Wich one?“ he questions, tilting his head.

I frown „what?“ He brings his cigarette up to his lips before speaking again. „You asked two questions.“ he states, taking another drag.

„Uhm.. both.“ I say. He shakes his head and his lips turn into a small smile before he flicks his cigarette into the grass „you’re out here like every night y/n.“

He stands up and walks towards the house, leaving me confused in the water.

„And the first question? Since when do you smoke?“ I yell after him.

„Good Night, y/n.“ he yells back before he disappears into the house.

I watch him disappear into the house with a frown.

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ladykailitha · 1 year

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Can Anybody See Me? Part 21

Executive dysfunction is a bitch and can go to hell. I had something I could have posted yesterday while I was working on this, but no...

I am starting to wonder if maybe I shot myself in the foot with my tag rant as engagement for the last Reconnect AU was WAY down. But oh well. I can only continue to move on and hope I find new people who like my stuff.

All righty, my lovelies. We have gotten to the part where I was going to end it originally before you absolute menaces said you wanted me to continue it through season 4.

But here’s the deal, this story has reached nearly novel length of 40k. So what I’ve decided to do is call this the end of book one. And then I will start up book two, which will be through to the end of the school year and probably through the events of season 3. And then book 3 should take us the rest of the way.

I hope that’s acceptable to all of you. I want to continue it, but I think from here on out the title doesn’t fit Steve anymore and he needs a new one.

Now if you’ve followed me long enough, you know that I don’t start putting out a story until it’s done (if it’s short enough) or if I’m three to four chapters deep. So hopefully by the end of the month (if not sooner) you should start seeing book two.

I will run a poll on how you think I should do the tag list for it. But thank you all for coming with me on this absolutely wild ride. And hope you’ll stick around for the next two parts.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20

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Word had been handed down, Mindy Jones, Ollie Anderson, and Kyle Carver had been suspended with word that Kyle being the instigator might be expelled. For sure he wasn’t going to be able to walk in his cap and gown at graduation.

Steve felt a sense of relief and strangely justice too. Yes, all right suspension wasn’t getting expelled, but the kids had been punished. They didn’t try to hand wave it away.

Steve had heard that Mr Vinke, the math teacher, Mr Cole, Miss Lucy, and Chief Hopper had all gone to the principal and superintendent for all three of them to be expelled.

The suspension was a given, but the school district wanted to do their own investigation and then expulsions might be handed out after it was complete.

Steve didn’t have much hope.

Marty, Gethin, and Janice all sat with the Corroded Coffin boys at lunch, something they didn’t normally do.

“Fuck,” Janice swore. “Why I am more nervous about tonight than I have all week?”

Steve nodded, poking at his food. “I haven’t been this queasy since I took a plate to the head.”

Everyone winced and murmured sympathetic platitudes and other noises of sympathy.

“I think it’s because it’s your last performance,” Gethin murmured. “Your last chance to completely biff it on stage.” Steve and Janice looked at him in wide-eyed fear. He waved his hands placatingly. “Not that I think you will. Just that your brain thinks you will.”

Steve and Janice looked at each other and then nodded.

“Yeah,” Steve agreed. “That tracks.”

Eddie slid his hand under the table and gripped Steve’s knee. Steve covered his hand with his own and gave it a squeeze of thank you.

Steve scanned the crowd the second night. He spotted Jeff and all his family, Gareth and Gethin and their parents, Brian and all of his younger siblings, and what looked like his dad. Wayne shuffled in his seat nervously, having never been to a musical before. But still no sign of his parents.

His mom promised that at least she would be there, even if his dad refused to come. And he held on to that. He managed to make it through the show and held it together.

He went out to be congratulated by his friends and their families. Wayne brought him flowers.

“You did good, boy,” he said gruffly, after giving him a hug. “I looked it up and flowers are the gift you give someone after a well-done performance.”

Steve looked down at the bouquet of wild flowers and smiled. “Thank you. I love them.”

Jeff clapped him on the shoulder. “They might be a tad wilted by the time we’re done, because we’re taking you out to eat in celebration.”

Steve teared up a bit. “Thanks, guys.”

Gareth smiled. “You deserve it, man. That was awesome!”

Gethin nudged his shoulder. “We’re just waiting for Janice and Eddie to get done.”

Steve nodded. Eddie had to reset the stage for tomorrow and Janice had to get out of a corset and that took some time.

“Yeah, no problem!” he enthused.

Eddie finished first and came out to meet them.

“Hey, Steve!” he said. “Feeling famous yet?”

Steve laughed. “I’m going to get fat if this keeps up. First ice cream last night and then dinner tonight.”

They all laughed. “It’s impossible for you to gain weight, man,” Brian huffed. “I’ve seen you eat a whole pizza and didn’t even get bloated.”

Steve laughed. “Playing three sports does that to you. Hell, I still life guard at the rec center every summer.”

Brian eyed his lean form skeptically. “I suppose so.”

“Swimming’s fun,” Steve said. “And it’s not just for us jock types.”

Janice finally came out. “Sorry to keep you waiting guys. Sharing with Tammy Thompson is hell let me tell you. I don’t know how someone so tiny can take up so much room.”

“At least you don’t have to share the choir room with twenty sweaty dudes that wouldn’t know deodorant if it bit them in the ass,” Steve grumped.

Gethin shook his head. “Shouldn’t you be used to that from sports?”

Steve rolled his eyes. “At least there are showers after basketball. Can’t say the same here.”

Gethin’s lips curled. “Fair.”

Wayne clapped his hands. “All right, I’ve got us a place reserved, so we need to hustle. Eddie and Steve are coming with me.”

Eddie and Steve filed out with the rest of them and followed Wayne out to his truck.

Steve slid into the middle between Eddie and Wayne.

“Thanks for this, Wayne,” he murmured. “And the flowers, too.”

“You’re welcome, Stevie,” he said. “I didn’t see your parents. Did they show up last night?”

Steve shared a glance with Eddie and then shook his head. “There’s still tomorrow.”

Wayne and Eddie shared a glance of concern over Steve’s head.

“I’m sure that’s the case,” Wayne agreed.

An uneasy silence settled on them as they drove to the restaurant. Wayne parked and turned to Steve.

He pulled him in for a great big hug and then opened the door. “It’ll be all right.”

Steve nodded and slid out after Eddie.

The dinner was just as ruckus as the ice cream parlor the night before. With just as many people. Steve looked around and smiled.

Yeah, 1985 was his year and it was just getting started.

Steve looked out to the audience and knew, even in the dimmed lights his parents weren’t there.

“Tell me, Mr Thomson, out of curiosity, do you stand with Mr Dickinson, or do you stand with me?” Vince asked.

Steve could feel the sting of tears in his eyes. He held up the dispatch. “I stand with the General. Lately–I’ve had the oddest feeling that he’s been–writing to me…”

He slowly rose to his feet as he sang,

“I have been in expectation Of receiving a reply On the subject of my last fifteen dispatches. Is anybody there?”

His voice cracked with emotion as he stepped half out of the spotlight.

“Does anybody care? Does anybody care? Y’r humble & ob’d’t–”

The drum rolled and Steve looked up into the eagle’s nest where Eddie was doing the spotlight. A single tear ran down his cheek.

Steve looked down at the paper in his hand and then back up at Eddie. And then he exited the scene on cue.

Eddie swore he saw more tears in that moment then for ‘Mama Look Sharp’ that night.

But that performance of Steve’s brought out something in Vince in that moment. Vince’s John Adams bid Hancock good night, but then it changed. All the emotion and fear of not being seen or heard. The loneliness that Adams must have been feeling in that moment, borrowed from the loneliness of both Washington and Thomson.

“Is anybody there–”

Silence.

“Does anybody care–?”

Again, nothing.

“Does anybody see–what I see?”

And then Kenny came on and delivered the line with a sharpness that hadn’t been there before.

“Yes, Mr Adams, I do.” As if to banish all the fears and insecurities that John was having in that moment.

And Steve could almost hear it as though it was coming from Eddie. As if it was coming from his friends. The party. Wayne.

Yes, his parents weren’t there. They never were. And probably never were going to be. But that didn’t mean that no one was listening to Steve. That no one cared.

They all cared. Every last one of the dozens of people that showed up the last two nights. They cared. They brought their families. Brought flowers. Thought he was worthy of celebrating. Worth treating.

For the boy with the bat.

The boy that never knew what love really was until he looked up from a god damned garbage can into those warm and friendly brown eyes. A warm hand on his back and a gentle ‘Are you okay?’

In that moment, Steve’s life had become changed. Different. Better. All because a teacher took pity on Steve and chose Eddie Munson of all people to be Steve’s protector.

And he looked up at Eddie in the rafters and though he couldn’t see him, he knew that Eddie was looking back at him. Smiling back at him. Loving him for all his worth.

And if you had asked Steve what his worth was back in December he would have told you nothing. He wasn’t worth anything but being the baby-sitter. But now?

Now Steve was a baby-sitter, chauffeur, groupie, actor, chef, swimmer, friend, brother, and most importantly boyfriend. And maybe if he was really lucky, someone’s son.

***

Fin.

Fuck, rereading this to add back in the formatting made me cry. My apologies if it makes you cry too.

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queen-mabs-revenge · 9 months

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Why Peter Parker Was Not 15 When He Was Bit: A Treatise

This was originally a twitter thread but in an effort to save the one thing I actually care about having posted there from whatever the fuck is going on, here we go!

While early on there aren't any outright 100% indisputable references to Peter's age (i.e. himself or Aunt May just saying it outright on the page), from the very beginning of publishing, there have been enough references that give a firm grounding to Peter being a senior in high school throughout the first 28 issues of Amazing Spider-Man.

ASM 8 (Jan 1964)

Right off the bat in Amazing Spider-Man 8 (a tribute to teenagers xoxo you will always be famous) we get our first definitive mention that Peter and his classmates are in their senior year of high-school at the very least from this point on in the narrative.

ASM 14 (Jul 1964); ASM Annual 1 (Oct 1964)

Peter himself states this 6 issues later trying to wheedle Aunt May into letting him go to Hollywood on assignment from JJJ to cover Spider-Man's cinematic debut in a film role offered to him by the Green Goblin (in his first comic appearance. When I say I love the Silver Age.) ASM Annual 1 confirms that the gang is in their senior year yet again.

This is already stupid long so the rest goes behind the cut!

This isn't something that's just dropped in the Silver Age and then forgotten. 26 years after those first mentions, Web of Spider-Man Annual 4 makes a call back to Amazing Spider-Man 3 and places that moment in Peter's senior year of high-school:

Left: WOS Annual 4 (Oct 1988); Right: ASM 3 (Jul 1963)

While on tour to promote the Bugle-produced book of his Spider-Man photography, WEBS, Peter states on a TV interview that a photo of his first encounter with Doc Ock was taken while he was a senior in high school.

"But Mabs," I hear you say, "so what if he's in his senior year in ASM! Even if that's true, that doesn't mean he was in his senior year in Amazing Fantasy 15, and that still doesn't establish an age! He's a super mega genius so like....he probably skipped grades, prodigy that he is! And there was a time gap btw AF15 and ASM1, right?"

Alright let's go through this. As mentioned earlier, yeah, references to Pete's age are very few and far between and are a bit wobbly but let's put them together. The first age ref we get is in ASM 16:

ASM 16 (Sep 1964)

Here our favorite public defender is "rescued" from a mugging by the webslinger. After Peter fucks off, Matt gives us the above rundown of Spidey's characteristics: about 17, 5'10" and in excellent health. So "about 17" which, granted, doesn't have to mean exactly 17 but since we've established that at this point Peter is def in senior year, based on NYS age matriculation dates, Matt's probably spot on.

New York State matriculates students based on the age they are on December 1st of a school year. A 1976 edition of school regulations lays out the process: "[a] child who attains the age of 5 by December 1 of the current school year must be admitted to the kindergarten if a district operates such a program". So this means that within the same kindergarten class, kids born from the beginning of the school year to November 30th would be turning 5, while kids born from December 1 through the end of the school year would turn 6 during the school year, and kids born over the summer would also turn 6 but wouldn't celebrate during the school year.

Following that, Sept through Nov babies would be 16-going-on-17 in the beginning of their senior year, Dec - June would be 17-going-on-18 during senior year, June - Aug would turn 18 after graduation.

Peter being 17 or 18 during the high-school run of ASM just makes sense and there's nothing in the writing up until this point to push against that! In fact, when you first start seeing the de-aging of Peter creep in, AF15 literally had to be changed to make a younger age fit!

AF 15 (Aug 1962)

ASM Annual 23 (Sep 1989)

The very first time we see 15 floated as an age when Peter becomes Spider-Man is in the Amazing Spider-Man annual 23 of 1989. The annual is trying to present itself as Peter scientifically studying his own origin story, so the direct parallels to AF15 make it really clear when it's retconning the original to make sense with the younger age.

The panel where ASMAnn23 states Peter is 15 is otherwise a near word-for-word quote of AF15. Then later, the cognate panel of Peter in science class changes AF15's "you're sure to rate a scholarship when you graduate" to "in a couple of years when you graduate, you're sure to rate a scholarship." (Gerry Conway back at it again). This is the first time there's ever a hint at his story not being centered around his senior year, and that was made explicit in this issue by changing the original dialogue in order to justify stating he was a 15 year old in this recollection of AF15!

This is also an argument against the 'skipped grades' premise. Conway could have easily just left the text of AF15 as it was which would hint that Peter was obviously very young for being a senior in high school, but instead he tried to push AF15 back in time to fit a usual high-school timeline for a 15 year old (who would be at the earliest a December baby in their freshman year and the latest a Sept-Nov baby in sophomore year, and would be 'a couple of years' away from graduating).

Plus, fr if you're gonna argue that he skipped grades, it's on you to prove that. There are literally zero references to that throughout 616 continuity so like, why tf should it be taken as given? Please.

Anyway. And so are sown the seeds for torturing the already stretched timeline to make Peter an uwu baby infant. They didn't take right away. References to age go away after this and only resurface in 1994 (as far as I could see), where we see him aged back up:

ASM 395 (Nov 1994)

'I can't believe I was only sixteen when that spider bit me' actually makes sense with all of ASM being established as fully in Peter's senior year, Matt gauging him at 'about 17' in ASM 14, the age matriculation cut off for NYS schools, and the timeframe established between AF15 and ASM Annual 1 from 1964:

ASM Annual 1 (Oct 1964)

ASM Annual 1 (which I mentioned earlier as yet another point establishing Peter as being in his senior year) also has this little timestamp. Peter is watching Aunt May mourn for Uncle Ben and mentions that Ben's death was 'months ago'. Granted, that's in no way specific but I feel like it establishes at least a rough timeframe for the intended time gap between AF15 and ASM -- and it's not years.

And to be honest, there's really only one space in the narrative that allows for a time gap at all (Stan is really attached to his 'a few minutes later!' 'later that day!' pacing let me tell you!)

AF 15 (Aug 1962) page 9, panel 1

While the narration box says 'In the days that follow' it seems like we can take that colloquially considering the stream of newspaper headlines. For all of that to take place, I feel like it's not a massive stretch to allow this panel at the very least a month or so, which gives a bit of breathing room between when Peter lets the burglar run away and when Uncle Ben is murdered. (Which if you think about it a delayed dropping of the other shoe actually makes it worse! So how about that!). But between this and ASMAnn1, I don't think you can argue for years taking place in this gap which would have to be the case for a 15-year-old bite timeframe.

So if Peter's bit his senior year, for him to be 16 when he's bit he has to be born between the beginning of the school year and November 30th (because school has to be in session when he's bit). Which fits with the official New York City 2012 declaration of his birthday being October 14:

If he's 16 when bit in his junior year (again, school has to be in sesh), you've got to decide when from December of his junior year to the end of the school year makes sense for him to be bit with the rest of the time markers and how long you're gonna give to the time skip in AF15 for it all to qualify as just 'months' up to ASMAnn1. Which definitely can be done, especially if you AF15 pages 1-8 near the end of his jr year, put the time skip over the summer between junior and senior year, and rest of pages 9-11 in his senior year. In some ways this option makes a bit more sense, to be honest!

The way I personally like to square it is to go with all of AF15 and ASM1-28 happening in Peter's senior year (which he reaches without skipping grades) interpreting the 'when you graduate' in the AF15 panel referring to the same school year. If he's 16, the bite happens sometime before his birthday which has to be before Nov. 30th and, sure, why not Oct 14 -- it fits. A month or so passes between when he gets bit and starts his show-biz stint, and when Ben gets murdered. That means the last 3 pages of AF15 (bar the first panel on pg 9) to ASM28 spans from some time in December of his senior year to the end of the school year.

(If you don't care if he was 16 or 17 when he was bit, AF15 - ASM28 can take place any time from the second half-ish of his junior year to the end of his senior year, you can decide how many 'months' the time skip is in AF15, pick his birthday out of a hat, and Matt's "about 17" could mean 18, too. Have a ball.)

But in any case whichever way you choose to spin it, this shit is dumb and wrong:

Civil War 2 (Aug 2006)

and especially deserves to be memory holed for the ridiculous de-aging of Peter Parker that has subsequently been pushed into popular memory and continues throughout current Marvel 'brand synergy'. Sad and bad!

#proportionate thoughts of a spider #spider-man #peter parker #this is so unnecessarily long lmao i probably should have just left it on twitter tbh #then i'm forcibly shut the fuck up #and like say what you want about jjj but man's not sending a 15 year old out to do crime scene photography #like i just don't think he's *that* unhinged #anyway i'm sure someone will find a logical flaw here but consider this #no you didn't #descriptions in alt text #yes all of them

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Im the CSA victim from UniformedArtists blog and I agree with you 1000% dropping everything Vivziepop.

Like I only watch Helluva even after the shit she's done to see how far it would sink but jesus christ.

You know her just saying the counselor is 18-19 isn't fucking good enough because the show says a different thing.

Like before people bring up the argument counselors can be adults... Most TV shows in media actually have minor counselors and we know Vivziepop doesn't research shit about hell or actual royalty so why the fuck am I supposed to believe Adam or her researched counselor age ranges.

Also nobody should have a twitter to figure out if you did or didn't make a grooming subplot.

You know in Curse of Strahd there's a controversial character Gertruda who 50 (500) year old Strahd is implied to planning take as another bride because of where you find her and in the book it states she's recently a teenager. However as much as I hate this plot line due to trauma I understand why it was added because WOTC portrays Strahd as a piece of shit. Like his goal is to chase down the reincarnation of his brother's fiance throughout time until he catches her, makes her a vampire and possibly brainwash/assault her to make her love him. Strahd is meant to be a gross creep. I as a DM and many other age Gertruda up to 18 because we don't want a pedo plot line and it keeps the predatory nature of Strahd intact.

Barbie seems to be portrayed in a significantly more positive light and her grooming behavior is never called out as a bad thing. Like Moxxie should say something at god damn least since he has morals.

There are so many things wrong with the EP. What gets me is writing has multiple stages, first the person needs to come up with the EP pitch, get the directer or network's approval, finish the first draft, then revisit it for grammar mistakes and continuity, then revise it a few more times for a stronger script, and send it to the directer or network again to approve of filming the finish script and that's not even counting how long animation takes too. So during the process of writing to animating, did no one at SpindleHorse see how weird and problematic the script was? The camp for pre-teens is called, "IWannaKumMore"(Their logo being a cum splat), Millie and Moxxie's human backstories of being siblings then making out at the end was unnecessary because they could have just been good friends whose mothers sent them to the same camp, Moxxie this grown ass adult who pretending to be a pre-teen is acting sexual and wants the kids attention, Millie who everyone else thinks is a young boy is getting sent nudes from kids and adults, and Barbie saying how easy teenagers are to manipulate then flash her ass to a boy is implying she grooms kids.

To be clear, I don't have a problem when a dark comedy make these types of jokes as all as they portray the topics and groomers as bad and show they understand that. SpindleHorse did not, like you mentioned they portrayed Barbie in the positive light and Moxxie never calls out her behavior despite being the voice of reason. In fact the tone of the Barbie's scene was supposed to funny but not in a dark ironic way. I don't understand why the camp couldn't be for college students and the consolers are stated and look like actual adults. Everything about the canon camp is childish and filled with teenagers, it's very uncomfortable to see them in sexual situations. In America the youngest a camp counselor can be is 15 y/o but that changes from states to states so no body has a clue, also with the camp counselor having a pitch voice, Barbie referring to him as kid and teenager and him, not once trying to correct her about his actual age, I'm convinced he was kid but Viv had to age him up for damage control.

I'm sorry if this response is all over the place because I'm having trouble describing my thoughts but the writers are in their 30s, and they saw nothing wrong? The writing for HB has been going down for a while now and it was fun to see how the writing could get worse but never in my years of watching awful shows did the writing get so bad, the writers had to resort to terrible jokes about sexualizing teenagers, making an incest joke, and a minor getting groomed unironically. I can't support a person or company that are fine making content like that.

"Unhappy Teenagers" was the first time, I have watched a show and felt a sinking feeling in my gut so much so it still lingers even a day later. I never felt so sick from watching a show and I'm sorry writers and companies think making this type of content and jokes of your trauma and abused experience is okay to do.

#꧁rambles꧂#➥asks #helluva boss criticism #helluva boss critical #helluva critical #vivizepop criticism #vivziepop critical #spindlehorse critical #spindlehorse criticism

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Last day of school before break for my boy! I'm looking forward to not setting my alarm for 6:15 AM for the next 2 weeks 👏🏻

I'm only working until 2 today so I can go to his class party. I was going to go back to work after but my boss told me to take the afternoon off. Don't have to tell me twice! Tonight we are going out for pizza to celebrate him finishing his first semester of school!! I can't believe it's already Christmas break. This year has probably been the fastest of my life.

I can't get over how freakin cute he was at his program last night! I'm so proud of how much he has come out of his shell since starting school. He's still relatively shy but he's much more willing to put himself out there and try new things. Also, he is so GD tall 😂 he stood at least a head over all of the other kids on stage. I was the same growing up. Got those long legs from his Mama (and that's basically all he got from me lol #miniCole)

Finished The True Love Experiment last night! It was so cute. I picked up 3 more books from the library yesterday and I'm hoping to finish them all before the end of the year.

That's all for this morning's random brain dump. Have a great Wednesday, friends!!

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QUESTIONS FOR 15 FRIENDS

It's been ages since I got tagged in sth like this?? Thank you very much @zbdragons :DD (Also I want to see your dragon arts??) (also sorry I forgot this in my drafts for a hot second dklldk)

ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?

I don't think so? My parents chose my birth name bc they liked the sound. My chosen name chose me lmao. I want to keep the masc version of my birth name around as second name, but I think it's less bc it's related to my old name and more bc I like the sound of it, and it makes Mama happy :>

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?

Not sure! It was probably at a fictional story? ive managed to fix my mental health enough to no longer have regular crises :') <3

DO YOU HAVE KIDS?

nope, don't ever want any either

WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED?

started out with gymnastics when i was ~6 (probably bc baby me started climbing street lights bc our trees were too smol xD), then switched to tennis due to external circumstances and stuck with it until I moved for uni. Here the distances are all much bigger so going everywhere by bike was enough daily sports (30-40km/day), but then the pandemic happened. Now i have dumbbells and a yoga mat in my room and do stretches and (body)weight things most days bc all my 'things why i need to leave the house' are 25+km away. i am ok with going 20km one way but not more than that xD

DO YOU USE SARCASM?

sometimes! depends on the people. i did it sooo much around my brother when i still lived at home, but these days i think it's gotten pretty rare

WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?

vibes, i think? Are You Potentially Friend Shaped? :333

WHAT’S YOUR EYE COLOUR?

hazel/somewhere between green and brown depending on the light

SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?

happy endings... i like scary things, but i dislike most horror films. they have the wrong horror vibes xD

ANY TALENTS?

i am good at learning music by ear + play flute and piccolo very well (this is prob bc Mama taught me how to learn music at a young age). It's so nice to have One Thing I am not self conscious about, esp bc it isn't tied to money or anything. These days it comes fairly effortless and I love playing and learning new pieces, and bc my orchestra appreciates me I get to play piccolo + solo parts too. I also used to be very good at singing but i am on hrt now and idk how that's gonna develop xD

I also write stuff and draw things and I do the drawing thing professionally/plan on doing so, at least (rn it's just small things on the side and wouldn't pay the bills). But neither feels like a talent bc everyone I started out with was better at it than me when we were kids. They just stopped doing it. Idk. Success through persistence and spite... both my art and writing feel extremely average (derogatory) most of the time, but I guess we will see if i manage to succeed anyway dklldkd

WHERE WERE YOU BORN?

Hannover (Germany); moved away for uni

WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?

flute/piccolo in my orchestra; going for walks with my camera; wildlife photography; hiking; learning about nature and the names of animals and plants + trivia; writing/reading fantasy books; watercolour painting; reading and watching good stories of any genre tbh; reading/watching nonfiction things on nature/history/paleontology/humanity. Wanna learn ALL

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?

no :( but my flatmate has a snake! his name is momo and i love him!

HOW TALL ARE YOU?

173cm

FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?

history (bc of the teacher); english (the years my teacher was good); art (surpriseee /j)

DREAM JOB?

concept artist for stories with heavy (fantasy) worldbuilding; illustrator (I do that already as a freelancer but it would not pay the bills). Also I would love love love to be a published author but in my head the art and writing side of things are kinda deeply related, so both pls

tagging @ettawritesnstudies @corishadowfang @lady-redshield-writes @raiswanson @kittensartswriting @monika-in-wonderland @tundra-tiger @unfocused-overwriter @big-urchin-energy @antignocchiphase @mando-ah-damn if any of you want to (no pressure), and also anyone else who wants to, I don't remember anymore who is doing tag games xD

#tag game #tagging game #about me #i guess

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Rasberries & Lemon Delights

Country Boy!Danny x Emo Punk!Duke

Danny[18] goes to live with Aunt Alicia on the family farm for a gap year, which just so happens to be in Smallville. He’s been there since January. A town in the middle of nowhere with at least a nice small population of people, it's not a big jump from small town Amity Park.

Duke[18] doesn’t usually visit the Kents but he had nothing better to do and Damian[16] wanted to go see Jon[15] for the summer, so roadtrip it was. Besides, Duke didn’t have much else to do and Martha & Jonathan had invited him to stay as well. It’ll be fun to just get away from the constant buzz of Gotham.

The Palad Family Farm has a rasberry orchard [it should be spelled this way or like raz(s)berry, not fucking RASPberry I had to fucking look this up, it’s only ever been spelled rasberry in my head, english can go suck my dick [sorry bout that anyways]] with a couple chikens and cow and a produce garden. it’s off to the side compared to the others in Smallville, separated by a line of trees that you might be able to call a forest. Their closest neighbors are the Kents, and that’s through the trees.

For this AU i changed the boys’ appearance a little bit

Duke is less emo-punk and more punk-emo when it comes to his aesthetic

Danny’s bigger in the muscle aspect kinda like a toned down version of Jack

About a week into their stay Danny comes over to the Kent’s to bring over some rasberries as a gift.

The kids just so happen to be hanging out outside when he walks up.

Duke sat lounging on a chair he’d dragged out to the front lawn, reading his book which sat heavy between his cross legs.

Damian and Jon were further into the brush chatting and messing around.

The only thing really odd were the sunglasses the brothers wore, heavily shaded and thick, with the bright Kansas sun and being from one of the gloomiest cities of the world it was practically a necessity.

Jon paused as he spoke and looked down the road, both brothers turned their heads in interest.

A couple meters down the road a young man Duke’s age was walking their way, a straw garden hat on his head, holding a crate in his arms.

The kryptonian smiled and stood up waving at the approaching stranger, “Hey Danny!” he shouted in greeting.

The stranger whose name was evidently named Danny walked up the driveway to the Kent house.

“Hey Jon! Who are your friends?” He said with a smile.

“Damian and Duke, family friends. They’re visiting for the summer.” Jon said happily as he pointed at each sibling.

Damian stood up and walked over to Jon’s side “Nice to meet you” . His voice was as flat as it always was with strangers.

Duke nodded at Danny, “Sup.”

Danny nodded back with a smile, before turning back to Jon, “Me and Aunt Alicia harvested some rasberries yesterday, we got a lot and where wondering if y’all wanted some.”

Jon’s face lit up like a star, “Fuck yeah! Ma’s gonna love ��em! Come on!”

Jon took Damian’s hand and pulled him back to the house, Damian and Danny following. Duke sighed and decided to go as well, closing his book he stood up and caught up with them. He ended up walking side by side with Danny.

Danny looks down to the shorter boy walking by his side. Duke is gorgeous in an ethereal way, brown eyes almost glowing under his sunnies, winged with perfect black eyeliner. His face was stoic in the same way Damian’s was, little to no emotion shown. It didn’t take away from his serene and chill vibes though.

Duke glances up at Danny, and the taller boy quickly looks away to the Kent house, face flushed.

He almost missed the playful smirk that spread on Duke’s face.

Ma thanks Danny for the raspberry and ropes him into chatting for a bit with the boys adding little commentary and things

Duke’s trying to not be obvious about staring at Danny’s muscles

Dami & Jon notice of course

Jon and Dami glanced at each other as Duke tried to grab their attention, desperately trying to make them stop whatever they were scheming.

“Hey Danny?” Jon says

Danny looks towards the teen, “Yeah?”

“Damian and Duke kinda just got to Smallville and they haven’t even gone all that deep into the fields, – Jon leans in a bit with a wide smile – We could go out tomorrow and us country kids could show them around?”

“I wouldn’t mind that, how ‘bout ‘round after 10?” Danny afford with a smile.

Danny shows them around the area near his family’s farm

Damian and Jon end up scurrying off to let Danny & Duke be alone, of course they’re watching from the sidelines

Duke pretends to be externally calm but is kinda freaking out on the inside his internal monologue is “Hot Boy Hot Boy That was so fucking weird don’t say that again God he’s so fucking funny I kinda wanna kiss him”

Danny is much the same, but he’s not very good at hiding how flustered he is, he’s smiling like a goof and his face is all flushed “Pretty Boy Cute Boy Pretty Goth Boy I have a type Ancients I wanna kiss him”

Duke is not so subtly flirting with Danny, complementing his muscle, being actively interested when Danny talks about the farm and his friends back home

Danny’s also flirting back of course, drifting closer to Duke, asking him about Gotham and his friend, the book he was reading yesterday

When they get to the Palad family farm, Jon and Dami had already gotten there and where drinking some sweet tea with Alicia

Alicia is of course entertained with Danny’s crush, and watches as he and Duke walk around the rasberry orchard

When Jon and the brothers have to go back Duke and Danny trade numbers, even though they’ll probably talk again tomorrow and basically the rest of the summer

They’re both smitten with each other

Duke and Damian are in the attic of the Kent farmhouse, each on their own twin bed on either side of the room

Duke: *yearning sigh*

Dami *teasing*: You like the Palad boy don’t you?

Duke *suspicious*: No ... Whatcha gonna do about it?

Dami: Oh nothing it’s just funny, you always said you wouldn’t fall for someone on the family type list

Duke: What are you- *realization* oh OH! Screw you, you can’t say shit Dames! *chucks pillow at Dami who’s laughing* I see how you look at Jon *teasing*

Dami: Shush! Don’t say that he could hear you!

Duke *smirking* : Or what? not my country boy to worry about

Dami groans and flops into pillow tossing back Duke’s pillow & flipping him off

Duke laughs and lays onto his back, staring up at the ceiling with a smile, before closing his eyes and going to sleep

Danny and Alicia are eating dinner

Alicia: So the Wayne boys, I only really got to talk to Damian, what’s Duke like?

Danny *excited*: Oh he’s so cool! He’s reading this romance novel right now. Sounds really cool, so I might drop by the library to check if they have it!

As Danny talks about Duke, Alicia watches him with a smile

Alicia: When are you gonna go out and see him again?

Danny: Not sure, but I hope sooner or later

Alicia: mmm, If you like so much you better ask him out soon

Danny *high pitched*: What!

Alicia *laughing*: Duke’s the new mysterious pretty boy in town. The other kids your age will be falling over themselves to get to know him

Danny tries not to let himself look stressed, Alicia shakes her head fondly

Alicia: Don’t worry to much kid, Duke already seems to like you, you’ve got a good chance of winning his heart

Danny sighs at his food

Danny: I hope so

I don’t know where I wanna put this but like Alicia has a weird reputation in Smallville

She doesn’t leave her farm very often, only for big events like the Farmers market

And she has most of everything she needs for food at her farm

If she does need to buy something she’ll pop into town at the weirdest of times and leave quickly

When Danny comes around this doesn’t really change, he goes out into town more than her

There were a couple rumors about Ms.Alicia’s nephew staying for awhile

Danny’s been basically the line connecting Alicia and the rest of town

Anyway back to the main plot!

What Alicia said is true, the few other college kids visiting their family in Smallville do want to get closer to Duke

Duke doesn’t really mind, since he’s always kinda been popular, but he insists on staying with Danny at all times

Danny sometimes feels jealous so he often does things to catch Duke’s attention, even though he knows he doesn’t have to do much

When Summer Farmer’s Market time rolls around a bunch of farmers in Smallville drive to the bigger town nearby Dolmeny Town

Alicia & Danny have their own stand selling more rasberry desserts & treats, along with some little carved statues that Danny makes

The Kents also have a stand, selling breads, a few milk products, and flowers pressed and or fresh from Ma’s garden

The stands are like right across from each other as well, both in the food section

Danny & Duke staring at each other from across the street, going over to each other’s stands to buy a few things

Duke complementing the rasberry pastries, and Danny promises to save some for him later

It ends up becoming a a date, they meet up near the end of the day, Duke brings a bouquet he made and Danny brings some rasberry scones

They sit at a bench and just start talking about themselves learning more about each other

Cute stuff like that, by the end of it they’re holding hands when Danny walks Duke back to the Kent’s at the end of the day

I have other date ideas, as well. Maybe there’s a party or concert going on in Dolmeny that Danny found out about and they go there. I think they’d have similar music tastes

Going to a cafe, and talking about their favorite foods

The library, where Duke gets Danny to read some of the romance novels he loves

Duke buying some gotham brand lemon candy for Danny, like the really sour stuff cause Danny mentioned he liked sour stuff

Going to the lake for a beach day with the others

Just hanging out together

Danny fixing Duke’s makeup cause he’s done it for Sam before

Of course I want a scene or part where the rest of the Superfam and Batfam, and the Fentons plus Sam & Tucker of course

Come over to visit their family in Smallville for the summer, like a week or even just a day or two

Jazz, Tuck & Sam meeting Duke for the first time and him & Sam immediately getting along

Conner dragging the kids to a bigger concert than they’ve ever been to before

Batfam mildly hazing Danny because they can

The Fentons being able to play wrestle with the Supers with no real problem cause of liminal bullshit

The three families having a big dinner on the last day with barbecue and such, it’s basically a feast with how many people and food is there

Danny & Duke walk away near the end and go for a walk together

The sun’s set and the sky is filled with stars, as Danny talks on about the constellations and planets the two sit together

Eventually they get to talking about what will happen when the summer's over, Danny’s going to either Caltech or Princeton and Duke will be going back to Gotham U for his second year

Princeton’s in Gotham, so it would keep them closer, but Caltech has the first best Space Science program in the country

Duke doesn’t want to affect such a big decision in Danny’s life, and Danny really wants to go to Caltech

Danny chooses Caltech [Cause he deserves it gosh darnit! and if their relationship doesn’t pan out at least they have a whole country between them]

They end the night with a kiss!

THE END

I think this the first one with a proper ending! :D

DEADLIGHTS MASTERPOST, GENERAL NOTES, MEMES, AO3

#millywrites #dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc fanfic #danny x duke #duke x danny #danny fenton #duke thomas #dc #batman #signal #the signal #danny phantom #crossover #crossover ship #country boy!danny #punk/emo!duke

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choicesficwriterscreations · 1 year

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CFWC Writer of the Month: GenevieveMD

Each month CFWC highlights one of our talented fanfic writers, and this month’s writer of the month is @genevievemd! We hope you will enjoy learning more about her and her work below! The writer is selected at random. More info can be found on the navigation page.

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Tumblr Blog: genevievemd Blog Masterlist

How do you want to be known on Tumblr? Sara

1- When did you start playing Choices? What's the first book you played?

I honestly don’t remember, probably back in like 2017, 2018. I was playing it with the oldest of the kids I nannied at the time and also by myself cause I enjoyed it. We did it like a little book club together. It was also back when the app was not as spicy lol. We played America’s Most Eligible together, but my first book was Rules of Engagement.

2- When and why did you join Choices fandom?

I joined the fandom officially back in October of 2020, I had lost interest in the app and then found it again during the pandemic. I finished book one of Open Heart and got sucked in. I fell in love with the characters and then rushed to finish what was out of Book 2 at the time (chapter 8). And then I lucked on Tumblr for a bit, stalked @jamespotterthefirst (lol), and then after chapter 17, I joined for real and wrote my first fic. And I’ve been here ever since.

3- How did you pick your url name?

It’s my MC’s name, and what I imagined her instagram/social media handle would be.

4- Go back to your archive and tell us about the first post on your Choices blog.

OMG, my first legit post was actually me reblogging a post I made on my real blog about Open Heart. I was asking people what we thought Ethan called MC as a pet name for the fic I was writing.

5- How long have you been writing fanfiction?

Oh man, way too freakin long. At least 15 years was totes part of the fanfiction.net phase of the internet. I used to write for a couple of shows I was into, but I didn’t get super into writing fanfiction until the show Once Upon a Time. And then I wrote all the time for my favorite ship, Captain Swan. They’re all still up on my main blog.

6- What is your favorite Choices book to write about?

I’ve actually only written for one, Open Heart. I’ve never had the desire or inspiration for any other book. Even though I’ve played a bunch of books.

7- Share the first fanfic you wrote with us. Do you still like it or would you change anything about it?

Do I have to? Lol A Love Like This

It was called A Love Like This, and I hate it. I think mostly because I didn’t have a true voice for Genevieve or my interpretation of Ethan. I contemplate deleting it from my masterlist all the time, but it was part of my journey in the OPH/Choices fandom and paved the way to finding my MC’s voice and my own writing style. So I keep it.

8- What is your favorite fic that you’ve written?

So many lol But I think my all-time favorite would be my series The Year Between. Does that count? It was the first major series I’ve ever written… ever and it tackled so many things about my characters. My second fav is Breathe Through – it was a very personal piece and means a lot to me.

9- Do you have a fic that you didn’t expect to be well received, but it was? What about one you expected to be but could use a little more love?

Oh totally. My first ever smut fic, Something About You. I was not expecting people to be as into it as much as they were. I was pleasantly surprised because our fandom has so many amazing smut writers, and I don’t compare at all.

As for one I think needs more love? I honestly can’t decide. For as long as I’ve been in this fandom, every fic I’ve posted has been met with so much love and support I can’t think of any that I wish had gotten more. (Maybe my second smut fic, Sunset Glow, only cause I think it got lost in the Smutober chaos, lol)

10- If you could write only angst, fluff, or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why?

Angsty Fluff. Best of both worlds. It also gives you more options with like fic topics. I like for my fictional worlds to feel a little more real, so people can relate more and I think angsty fluff allows for that. You can have the struggle and sadness but with a happy ending.

11- Do you ever recognize yourself in any of your MCs or in your writing?

LMAO Yes. Genevieve is me but smarter. Most of her traits are my own, including her anxiety and I’ve always used writing her a comfort, a way to express myself in a way that’s healing. If that makes any sense. She’s like the version of me I’d want to be one day. Just not a doctor cause I can’t handle other peoples bodily fluids. Lol

My OC, Natalie Michaels has a bit of me in her too, but not as much as Genevieve.

12- What element of writing do you struggle with most?

I call it the in between bits, the descriptive parts between dialogue. I think that has to do with my schooling background. I went to college for film and television and did a lot of screen writing for my classes and so dialogue has always come so easy to me. I envision fics like scenes from an episode or movie, so getting the in between parts of fics can be challenging for me.

13- Do you have any neglected work you really want to finish?

So many. The epilogue to The Year Between, a valentines day fic, the rest of the Absence Makes the Heart… series. I hope to get back to them one day, but I’ve learned that I can’t force my brain to write because I never like my work when I do. When I’ll wait until the inspiration for them returns, and then I’ll finish them.

14- If someone you know in real life (who isn’t involved in fandoms) asked to read your work, would you let them? If yes, what would you recommend they read first?

Yes. I’m so proud of the world I created from Open Heart and if someone wanted to read them I’d let them. I’d just give them the link to the masterlist for Open Heart: Sara’s Version and say, “Start from the top” lol

15 - Are there any writers (published authors and/or fanfic writers) who influenced your writing?

IRL writers? No. I don’t read a lot outside of fanfiction which is horrible lol, but in the random, there are a few. Bree @jamespotterthefirst is a huge inspiration for me. She was one of if not the first people I read when I joined, and I’m just in awe of her work. Everything she writes is amazing and brings me so much joy. Others are @jerzwriter and @potionsprefect, and some who aren’t in the fandom anymore.

16- Which one of your stories would you most like to see as a movie/series?

All of my universe, aka Open Heart: Sara’s Version. As I said earlier, I write like I’m writing a tv show lol So I wanna see my version of Open Heart as a show.

17- Do you write original stories?

I don’t but I think about turning OPH: SV into an original series.

18 - What other hobbies do you have?

I love playing video games. I’m not good, but I enjoy it. I’m super lame and don’t have many hobbies outside of writing and video games… I should get some lmao

19 - What’s your favorite emoji?

The double pink heart

#cfwc writer of the month #open heart #genevievemd #choices fic writers creations #choices fanfic #playchoices fanfic #writer of the month #genevieve mcclure

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gildedmuse · 8 months

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[Top credit to @jhaernyl. Who knows of I would even write without her. She is one of the singule kindest, kniwst individuals I know. And I love her for both]

So, we have a problem..

A lot of time I see cute art and I can't HELP being inspired and want to write fic about it, or at least a ficlet. It's kind of a lot of my writing these days, it's helping me get back in the habit. But you can't just post art without proper credit!

(Speaking of which @jhaernyl for writing inspo.)

So what I'm do is post a link to a random site. And if it HAPPENS to remind you of the story I guess that's that.

Exactly like this.

[Gonna credit Sam Elias, if that's wrong please let me know. I'd hate to wrongly credit this random and unrelated art]

Idea:

College Law after his high school boyfriend moves in with him

Law: *20 year old starting his med degree working full time and trying to get an internship all at the same time*

Zoro: *15 and shows up at Law's door with one bag and three swords* Torao! *Throws himself into Law's arms*

Official Boyfriend

Law: Z-Zoro-ya? What are you doing here? *Glancing at his calendar. It's not Northerntide yet is it? He's been studying but he hasn't been THAT out of it*

Zoro: *Snickers* That's still a month off, idiot.

Zoro: *walks in to Law's apartment, perfectly comfortable* I just wanted to come and see you. Wow, your place is a mess.

Law: O-oh. *Blushing, moving to quick to stuff a.... Err.... Medical work out magazine under a pillow. Shambling some books onto his bed, tossing his jacket over the mess on his chair* I guess I haven't had many guest lately. Oh! *Looks down, surprised to suddenly have Zoro smiling up right next to him*

Zoro: Well now you have one. You're welcome!

Law: *Gives in, finally smiling softly down at Zoro* Yeah, I do. *Kissing the tip of his nose* My favorite guest, In fact.

Zoro: *snorts, punching Law's arm, but gently* You just told me I was your ONLY guest, flirt.

Law: *chuckle* But still my favorite.

Zoro: *standing there, up on his toes, staring up at Law all expectedly*

Law: *ruffles his hair* Right. Let me get you a warm drink.

Not what Zoro wanted, but he'll take it.

—🧡—

Technically, Zoro and Law have been "dating" since Zoro was 12/13 and Law was 17/18. Law wouldn't say it was dating. He would say he was acting as Zoro's uchidachi while also helping to tutor the boy so he'd be ready for his Third Level Exams - that's for students moving from Second Levels (11-14 year olds) into their third and final level of basic education (15-18) - but seeing as they were both orphans and both lived at the dojo (the North doesn't have "orphanages" as such. Its far more effective to send kids into some sort of school. Not for general education but for something like a vocation or else a specialty like a Dojo or a Theater or a Companion House) and since Law was both his uchidachi and his tutor and one of the oldest kids at the dojo, they ended up spending so much time together that Zoro decided it was dating.

When Law turned 18 he had to move out of the dojo, even though he was still finishing his final year of third level (the last two years are only for higher level students who are likely to go into universities. Law had earned a scholarship to the North Blue Marine Academy, so he was staying all three years, but the dojo only has so many rooms, and at 18, regardless of the situation, you had to go.) Law "rented" a room with his mentor, the one at the Academy who had recruited Law and even secured him a spot in the competitive medical school - under the stipulation that Law maintains his grades of course - so he was able to focus on his school.

However, he felt he needed at least a part time job. And while Law MAY have been the occasional problem back at the dojo, the Sensei did like to hold him up as an example to the other students as what they could achieve if they put their nose to the grindstone and followed all the rules.

Also, Donquixote Rosinate was a big donor and Law's mentor and no one wanted to upset Rosinate-san. So they hired him on part time as a assistant to the sensei which, at least the students liked him

But Zoro liked him MORE and so he was sure to establish that he was still Law's shadachi which Law ensured him that, yes, while he might be the assistant sensei for the whole class, he was only Zoro-ya's uchidachi which Zoro was very, very happy to hear.

So then, just to make sure, he checked that he was still Torao's only boyfriend.

That was.... More complicated.

"Why? Because you sometimes see other people? I don't care, so long as I'm your only OFFICIAL BOYFRIEND."

"Zoro-ya, you can't be my official boyfriend. You can't be my boyfriend at all. You're only 12!"

"Well, yeah, but I'll be 13 in less than a month! All the other 13 year olds have boyfriends or girlfriends."

"But not ones who are 18."

"That's not true. Baby's is 37!"

Law has nearly choked. He also made sure to tell one of the Sensei immediately, and was politely told to mind his own business.

Zoro remained very persistent. "Please. We don't have to DO anything. I just want to have you as my boyfriend."

And Law did notice all the other 13 year olds had dates. Zoro was from the east, he got brought up here by *accident*. And he really didn't seem to want to do anything other than talk about kendo and hang out with Law and maybe sometimes fall asleep on his shoulder, but those are all things he'd done before. So when he was 13, Law finally gave in and said, okay, they could be "official" boyfriends, but he couldn't tell any of yhe kids at the dojo. It would make it seem like Law was playing favorites and dating students is wrong, anyway, he explained.

Zoro had gone all pink and punched the air. "Yes! Torao, I'll be the BEST official boyfriend ever, I promise!"

And maybe it's just that Law had only ever had the two "official" boyfriend and one girlfriend ever and none of them had been that great at just, like, being *people* never mind dates, but honestly, Zoro-ya probably was the best. At least in Law's experience.

He didn't talk about it, not at the dojo but at also at school, at least as far as Law could tell. He never asked for anything or expected Law to do anything for him. He didn't mind when sometimes kids would tease Law because somehow they always seemed to know when he'd been with someone, because as far as Zoro was concerned it was like how Law was everyone's assistant but only HIS uchidachi. That's what made him official.

He didn't constantly follow Law around or want to talk to him all the time; well, no more than he had before. He never cried or pouted because Law wasn't giving him enough attention or started a fight just because he fault like being angry.

Well, he started fights, just not with Law, and they were all physical anyway so that was fine.

No, he was pretty much the same kid he'd always been expect that sometimes he'd scoot just a bit closer to Laa, and occasionally he'd sneak giving him this look, but that was fine. Oh, and for couple's day he'd gone and got Law a gift.

Of course, he didn't have any money, but he knew Law was busy with school and his job and his Academy Entranve Exams AND being his Official Boyfriend, so Zoro had snuck out and borrowed Kikoku - Law's Nodachi and one of his few possessions left from his parents - And he took his best oil and traded away part of his super for the best rice paper he could and he even managed to find his way to where Law was staying (that's had been the plan, at least..... In the end, he wound up at the Marine station, but that worked out all the same) and he spoke with Law's Corazon and explained what he needed. Law said if there was every anything that Zoro really, really needed or any kind of an emergency, he should go to Corazon. Zoro knew this wasn't an emergency, but he did think it was really, really important so he put together his best clothes and brushed his hair and practiced all his formal language just to ask this one favor.

It turns out, Corazon was really cool and so impressed with Zoro's presentation that not only did he agree, he took him down to the store himself and he let Zoro pick out the Sageo he thought Law would like best (within reason).

Zoro had selected a bright red one because that way it was like blood and Torao was going to be a doctor, so he'd probably be around a lot of blood and this was if any was on his hands it wouldn't show. Plus it looked really cool. Way more scary and also fancy than the worn out, threadbare and dirty white one that Law was using.

Corazon let him come back to the house so he could work while Law was at class (he forgot to ask why Zoro wasn't at class himself, he was so delighted to have this adorable and determined child who wanted to make a gift for his uchidachi. He didn't even bother to tell him that wasn't how Couple's Day works up North. He just made Zoro some snacks, said he had to go back to work but he could call if anything happened and help himself to anything in the kitchen and let the boy work.

When Law came home after his study group he found Zoro curled up on the floor next to the couch, Corazon's marine coat draped over him like a blanket. On the table was a note where Corazon explained all about Zoro coming down to the marine office and asking Corazon if he would help him buy a gift for Law and how he'd come back and spent all day working on polishing Kikoku and then rewrapping the saya with the hanging cord which according to Corazon he'd only needed two tries to do which seemed very impressive for such a young boy. He'd also run in the second he'd heard Corazon scream with his own katana drawn, ready to attack, and once he saw it was just Corazon on fire from the stove he helped him put both out.

Corazon had wanted to offer him dinner, but by the time he'd come in the boy had be sprawled out on the floor snoring. The note finished that he's had to leave - no reason which Law has figured out means it's secret marine business - but dinner was in the fridge. Be sure his young friend gets home safe and oh you may want to change his bandages before he goes.

That part was confusing to say the least, so Law goes and he gently prods Zoro awake. The boy yawns and sits up, holding out Kikoku for Law's approval.

The sword was beautiful. He also noticed Zoro's littke hands covered in bandages. Kikoku was a cursed blade and Zoro-ya is stranger, it makes sense it would take blood. But he had just wrapped up his fingers and kept working. It had been one of the nicest thing anyone's ever done for Law.

Law, of course, had no idea he'd planned to make such a sweet gesture and so had nothing to give him in exchange. Thinking quickly he told Zoro-ya to close his eyes before dashing to his room. He grabs an old hoodie he's made with his tag on it.

It was nothing compared to the thoughtfulness behind Zoro-ya's gift, but before Law can regret it, the boy's squealed that he loved it and throw it on over his school uniform.

On the way taking Zoro's back to the dojo, the stop and get some fries dumplings and the woman behind the counter's comment on how cute they are with Zoro in his boyfriend shirt makes Zoro beam. Law smiles and says, "yeah, he's the Official Boyfriend," in a way he hopes she'll know is joke and Zoro turns pink and burrows into his jacket. The old woman laughs and apologizes for being out of couple specials and instead "sneaks" them two extra dumplings and gives them what it left of her white rice which is easily three helpings worth. After the split the dumplings he lets Zoro have the rice to himself which he gulps down without seeming to need to breathe. He is quite the picture with his puff out cheeks, splitting rice as he says thank you.

"You know next year, when I'm not around, if anything where to happen you could still go to Cora-san, yeah?"

"Oh...." And the kid manages to swallow the whole ball of rice in his mouth at once. "Yeah but, you'll still come and visit, right? For holidays and stuff."

"It would be expensive," Law pointed out. "And I'll be very busy."

Zoro gives a small sound of unstanding and nods his agreeal. The kid is just looking down at the mostly empty dumpling box, picking through what little rice is left. Law feels like he's broken up with someone. On Couple's Day.

"But...." He says, eyes falling on a vendor who is just about to close up. He takes out his wallet. It's a little light, but then it always is. "Here," he says, reaching down for Zoro's hand and pulling him towards that side of the street. "One last Couple's Day gift. Excuse me, sir?"

"Yes?"

"It says 2 for 200 Berris."

"Yes, it's our Couple's Day Special."

"Is that for any of them or..."

"That's the cheapest models. We have much better for 1200, and for just 3000 we can do two E Mushis, but the air time is sold separately. "

"Can the cheap ones reach from here to the Marine Academy over on Stanton Island? "

" All the way to Stanton? No. Not yet, they're too young." Law notes the inside of his cheek, making a disappointed noise. He should have checked before dragging Zoro-ya over here.

The vendor looks between the two before sighing. He's seen enough broken hearted couples for one day. "I have some that are about two years old. The reception might be spotty but it will get better given a year or so. I can do them for 300."

"Yeah?" 300 isn't that bad, and he can use it for other things like staying in touch with Cora-san and his friends. "May we see them?"

The man nods before reaching down and pulling out a small aquarium. It has barely enough room for each creature to move, with a line of plastic down the middle so the cages can either been broken into two or turned into one slightly larger aquarium.

Inside are two medium size snails. One of them happily chomping at the foliage. The other looks like it had been sleeping but clicks into a more official On state when it's picked up, remaining fully still.

The man puts them on the counter in front of Zoro's who looks at them with a curious tilt of his head.

Law fingers what little cash he has on him. He feels for such a purchase he should at least ask some questions. "You said they're 2 years old?"

"Yeah. It'll still be about 3 years before they're full grown, another 2 before they're Grand Line Capable. These models have a good 20 years on them, though."

"Do they have any additional capabilities?"

"These models? No, they're only bred to be basic communicators. But if all you're doing is talking, they can handle that. Like I said, they're range will get bigger given a few years."

"Any health problems? Care instructions?"

"This breed is pretty hearty. They're the North Blue Heartland Subspecies, known for good health and strong signal bred with an Eastern Beach Subspecies for the longevity and obedience. They're often referred to as SandHearts. Pretty common bred, resistant to most diseases though Shell Spots can sometimes appear in old age. We sell Snail Pellets but actually, with these guys, you can charge them up with just about any kind of vegetation, even just a handful of grass. Shouldn't let him give them too many processed foods though," the man adds, nodding towards the cage.

Law looks back to see Zoro dropping a small piece of left over dumpling skin in to the green one, who immediately dives for it. The yellow one remains 'On', it's eyes stalks only following the food for a second. "Zoro-ya, are you listening? "

"Hmm? Mmm." The young boy gives him a nod. Law raises his eyebrows, giving the chopsticks a pointed look.

Biting his inner cheek with just a bit of a pout, Zoro puts down his chopsticks. "Sorry about that," Law says, turning back to the vendor who only shrugs.

"It won't hurt em too much in small doses, just gives them a lot of energy to burn. Plus, can reduce their years of usage eventually. So what will it be? I have a couple of 560 Berri pairs that are further along if you'd like. "

Law winces at the price. "These will do. Thank you so much. "

As they walk off, Law sighs, stuffing his now mostly empty wallet into jean's pocket. "There," he says, smiling down at Zoro even if the smile is a bit strained. "Now will be able to speak with one another, even with me a while two islands away. You can call me with questions about kendo or homework."

Zoro looks at the two creatures in his hand. Cautiously, he taps at the glass before breaking into a smile for Law. "I want the green one."

Law returns the smile, nodding. "Okay, that one's yours." They break apart the box. Law sets his in his jacket pocket while Zoro continues to carry his inside the box with the little bits of rice. Law hopes he's not planning to feed it to the creature when he gets home. Law JUST bought them....

"If I got a job and saved up, then could I come and visit you?"

"I don't see why not. You'd have to work extra hard though, to stay on top of your grades and kendo. "

"You don't have to worry about that! I'm still the top kendo competitor in my year."

"Yeah, but not the top student," Law reminds him. But Zoro just keeps staring and finally Law relents with a sigh. "We'll talk about it later. The Dojo is the next left."

"Hmm? Oh the streets look different in the dark."

"Sure they do." Law takes the paper box, almost completely devoid of food by now, and tossss it away in the trash. So Zore won't be tempted. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay."

"Okay." Then Zoro stands there, staring at him.

Law states back. The Dojo is literally less than two hundred feet, but he still wants to watch to make sure Zoro gets back okay. They stand like that for a minute before Zoro's eyes slide to the left.

"Hmm?" Law looks over to spot a young couple standing under the light of a street lamp. The girl has about a dozen Frost Roses in her hands which couldnt have been cheap. The two are kissing and when the girl pulls back the boy tried to follow despite her giggled protest that her parents will worry.

Law looks back at Zoro, who is still staring up at him. With a low sign, Law leans down kissing the tip of Zoro's nose.

That's apparently good enough since the boy breaks out into a smile. "Night!" He calls out, almost tripping over himself as as he heads back to the dojo.

—🧡—

Now he's trying to find something non alcoholic in his fridge he can give to Zoro. A Zoro who is suddenly here. Law known he had gotten a job and had been talking about visiting but only a few days. For the holidays. And it had only been talk.

"What about school? Vacation hasn't started yet, has it?"

"Oh, yeah. I stopped going?"

"Wh-ouch!" Law jumps back at the top of his head heads the ceiling of the fridge. "What do you mean you stopped going?"

"Oh, yeah. Well, it turns out that I don't actually NEED the last tao years for Kendo, you know? "

"Kendo?" Law's jaw drops. He couldn't be serious. "Zoro-ya you can't just DO kendo!"

"Sure I can. I'm already really good at it! Plenty of people do. Oh, and I'm old enough to join the Marines!"

"Join the Marines? Zoro-ya you are NOT joining the Marines!"

"Why not?" Zoro gives him a look. "You are."

Law waves his head through the air. That's totally different. He going to the Marine Academy as a medical doctor, and even if he stayed he'd be a well paid officer. He's not joining as the rank and file!

"What did the Sensei have to say about this!?" Law asks. They couldn't just allow this. They must have strings they could pull to get him back in school!

"Oh..." Zoro gives a mad sort of sigh, looking around the room. "They kicked me out as well."

"You got kicked out of the dojo!?"

"They said there wasn't any room for someone who was just a waste of space and they need the spot for kids that would actually be worth it," Zoro grumbles, refusing to look at Law. Refusing to admit the failure.

Just like that, Law's rising panic, his fury, it all disappears. Well, maybe not disappears but certainly lessens and redirects. They told him he wasn't good enough to keep around? Really?

But he's still practically just a kid? How could they...

"But...." Zoro gives him a small, hopeful look. "I thought, I could stay here right. I mean, I can get a job and help out wi-"

"Yeah." With a sigh, Law runs a hand through his hair. He doesn't need Zoro to finish. "Yeah, you can stay."

#one piece #roronoa zoro #trafalgar d. water law #trafalgar law #ZoLaw #but like mostly friends #except for Zoro's huge crush #Law barely holds his hand Zoro's feelings aren't his fault #art insipired fic #zoro x law #modern au #north blue au #one piece fanfiction #my writing #the premise is what if Zoro was an angel baby who crew up in North Blue #den den mushi

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wifiwuxians · 6 months

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20 questions writer meme.

tagged by @heyholmesletsgo THANK YOUUU

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

not counting things i'd rather remained anonymous, 21!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

513,621 lol

3. What fandoms do you write for?

mdzs, vaguely tgcf, hotline miami (though mostly past tense) and we'll see about the future

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Wei Wuxian's Super Special Super Secret Book Club still reigns supreme with 1229 kudos, and will most likely be my legacy despite it being the second fic i ever wrote for the fandom (i think?)

If You're Reading This, It's Too Late with 513, one would think i'd still be messing around with this AU but i'm happy to leave it where it is and just keep messing around with the crackship

Dawn Chorus, my most precious baby, at 251 by some miracle despite being oc/canon. you guys spoiled me with the love for this one tbh. none of my other xue yang centric works got anywhere near this close and i'm at peace with that because he's bonking my oc in this one and they have a kid.

The Book Club Extras at 232, which is hilarious when compared to the original but at least new readers will see there's more and maybe in the year 2055 i will publish them for fun

Frozen Pond with 156 at the end of the list, written for my friend @petitjams and taking place in a silly AU we made together (wen chao stays winning on here which is very funny)

i'm attributing the popularity of the first two to mostly being centered around super popular characters, because my later stuff is naturally better yet struggling haha

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

always unless they're like just emoji, because i like conversation! though i may also reply with a little heart hehe

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i wouldn't call it angstiest ending, it's bittersweet, but the threads that bind us is my top pick. and it also needs more readers so go read it. your hands and mine has a bit of an 'angsty' ending but only for song lan. xue yang had it coming :p 💖

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

excluding the two above, so far they all have a happy ending, or at least neutral??? i'd say Book Club, though, because that's the massive 'everybody lives!!' silly fixit fic

8. Do you get hate on fics?

nope. i hope i didn't just jinx it. i get hate on art and through anon though! woo! (not anymore on here tho thank god)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

i do and i feel like it sucks so i almost always end up fading to black LMAO my actual explicit stuff remains private... it's like too embarrassing for me. i got judged for it as an 18 year old and 10 years later haven't gotten over it. i like bondage and bdsm though and that seems to crop up in private 😏

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

i do on occasion! i love roleplaying them, but the only one i have out there is The Way To His Heart Is Through His Stomach (Oh God Please Don't Eat Me), which mixes mdzs and tgcf characters in a unique setting :3

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not to my knowledge, but i've had art stolen plenty so i wouldn't even be surprised

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes, a few have been translated into russian!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

NOT YET BUT IT'S IN THE CARDS

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

all time? jeez. somebody tell me why i always freeze up and go blank when asked these simple questions? it's like i forget who the fuck i am. i feel like i should also say songxiao? but they're relatively new so it doesn't seem correct. fuck it. my all time favorite ship is [DATA MISSING OR CORRUPTED-- PLEASE PROCEED TO NEXT QUESTION]

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

haha... (looks at my abandoned hlm fic with the seventh chapter halfway written) haha...

16. What are your writing strengths?

i'd definitely say dialog. it makes sense, since the stuff i'm most used to doing is drawing silly comics. i also like to ping-pong emotions around and feel like i'm pretty good at that too

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

using the same words over and over and feeling like i never write Enough, like everything is always light and never in depth. i don't like making scenes too heavy with padding but i also feel like i need to find a balance

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

i'll do it only if it's a language i speak!!! this doesn't apply to peppering words like gege and stuff just for funsies. i think the best way to go about it is to just tell the audience what language they're speaking in that moment

19. First fandom you wrote for?

we're gonna have to go back to when i was 10 years old here lol... i think it was tokyo mew mew in terms of stuff i put online (oh god)

20. Favorite fic you've written?

it's hard to pick favorites, but i once again must say the threads that bind us in terms of work i'm most proud of.

i tag whoever sees it, plus @sugarapplebaby because ily

#thank you!#my fic #mdzs #i write fic but overall it doesnt really get read as much #so im always glad to advertise hehe thank you!!#i think people generally just want a lot of the same or like very specific ships so its really hard to break through #BUT I STAY SILLY! i love writing and i LOVE when people enjoy what i do #so thank you all

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sjsmith56 · 26 days

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Hope, Chapter 15 - Eyes of the Father

Summary: It’s been five years since the Blip and Lacey is still on the farm. When she receives word that there is a plan to bring everyone back she begins to hope.

Length: 4.9 K

Characters: Lacey, Terry, Tommy, the Bartons, Natasha, Steve, Bucky, Sharon Carter.

Warnings: Loss of friends. Bucky is delayed before he comes to the farm, causing issues for Lacey and Tommy.

Author notes: This takes place during The Avengers: End Game.

<<Chapter 14

🫰🚜

Four years later

Tommy Chapman wrote down the last spelling word and looked at his mother. "That was a hard word," he said. "Are you sure that was grade 3 level?"

"It was grade 5 level," she stated, looking over his sheet. "You spelled it right just like all the other grade 5 level words I've ever given you. You're smart, Tommy. Don't ever forget that."

"What's the point of being smart if I'm stuck here all the time?" he asked. "Couldn't I go to regular school and at least have some friends?"

Lacey sighed. "We've talked about this. It's not safe."

"For me or for the other kids? I wouldn't use my strength against anyone, Mom. Ever. I wouldn't be a bully."

"I know," she agreed. "You're a good kid. But all it would take is one slip up and someone could say something to the wrong person. You know there were a couple of men asking about me in town, right? If they see you they'll know whose son you are because you look just like your dad."

The boy's face turned red. Five years since his Dad was killed by Thanos and there were still people looking for his mom, because they figured out she had Bucky Barnes' child. Why couldn't they just leave them alone? He got up off the chair and went to the door.

"I'm going to the treehouse," he said. "I want to be alone."

She nodded her assent and walked to the door, watching as he ran to the other side of the property in seconds. It wasn't fair, she knew, but Phil Coulson had figured the CIA were looking again, especially since she published her third book. Once they knew she hadn't turned to dust they started searching for her again. Terry walked in from the barn.

"What's wrong with Tommy?" he asked. "He left here in a hurry."

"He asked about going to regular school again," she answered. "He's lonely for kids his own age."

"Which he can't because of the two men asking about you in town," said Terry. "I feel for him."

"When he was little he had Nathaniel Barton," said Lacey. "It helped him and they had such fun together. Fuck, I hate what Thanos did. No one's happy because nearly everyone lost a loved one. Nothing's been the same since."

"It brought us closer," noted Terry. "Just saying, little sister."

Lacey smiled. "It did. About the only good thing to come out of it."

A text message on her phone alerted her and she took off out of the house yelling for Tommy. Terry ran to catch up.

"What is it?" he yelled as he ran behind her.

"Someone trying to enter the property," she called back. "Wong got an alert from the protection spell he put on the perimeter."

Tommy appeared and ran to her. "What?" he asked.

"We have to go to the house, now," she said. "Someone is trying to get onto the property."

They ran back and entered the house where Lacey texted back. A portal opened and Wong beckoned them through then he laid a spell on the property, making it look abandoned and stepped back into the portal, closing it behind him. Lacey, Tommy, and Terry found themselves at the base of a grand staircase in a building. Wong looked at them.

"Welcome to the New York Sanctum," he said in his understated way. "That was close. I've made it look like the farm is abandoned. Unless they have a sorcerer with them they shouldn't be able to tell it's a spell. Let's see who they are."

He brought up another portal that remained invisible on the other side and they watched a dark SUV entering the property from the highway. It pulled up to the driveway between the barn and the house and two men got out. Both were armed with handguns and had them drawn as they looked through the property. Then they returned to the vehicle and the rear passenger door opened. A woman got out but her face was covered by a hood.

"I thought you said that she lived here, with a blue eyed boy," the woman said to one of the men. "This place looks abandoned."

The man she addressed looked embarrassed. "He must have lied," he replied. "I could go back and shake him down. She picks up her mail at the post office in another town nearby. We could take her there."

"Don't bother," said the woman. "My SHIELD contact said she's very protective of the boy. We would have to take both of them alive to make either of them cooperate."

Lacey looked at Wong in alarm. "She has a SHIELD contact who told her about me and Tommy?" she whispered. "What the hell? Who told her in town that I lived there and that I picked up my mail at the post office?"

"Let me get a close up of her licence plate," said Wong and he read it out loud as a pen and paper pad appeared out of nowhere to write it down.

The woman walked into the house and looked around, checking out the books. She stopped and looked at a particular one, pulling it off the shelf before putting it back next to a picture. Wong focussed the portal on the book and Lacey gasped, as it was her third book and it was next to a picture of Clint and his family, from the day the photographer came to take her author picture for her second book. Then the woman turned and left the house, lowering her hood before she got back into the SUV. Wong used magic to take a picture of her and they watched as the men got back in and the vehicle left the farm.

"We need to show this to someone," he said. "I'm reluctant to show it to anyone at SHIELD in case they're compromised. Who else do you trust?"

"Natasha," said Lacey, without hesitation.

"Not Steve Rogers, or Colonel Rhodes or Phil Coulson?" asked Wong.

"She's a beautiful woman," replied Lacey. "They might not see past that. Natasha is ... incorruptible."

"Okay," declared Wong. "Let's see where Miss Romanoff is."

Wong waved his arms around in the air, bringing up all sorts of shapes and diagrams of light. Tommy watched, entranced at the process. Then Wong gave a grim smile and opened another portal which they all went through. It opened into a ballet studio where a solitary person was practicing at the barre. She saw the portal opening behind her via the mirror and turned around to face them.

"Well, you know my secret," said Natasha. "I do this to work off anxiety. I've been here a lot lately. What's so important that you had to portal in?"

"Someone came onto the farm, with guns, looking for me and Tommy," said Lacey. "She knew about us. Said her SHIELD contact told her about us."

Lacey handed Natasha the picture and the Black Widow looked up in alarm. "She was there with armed people looking for you? Did she say anything?"

"That both Lacey and Tommy would have to be taken alive for them both to cooperate," replied Terry. "You know her."

"I do know her," said Natasha grimly. "Did you tell Steve or the others about this?"

"No, I figured you were the one who would be least impressed by a pretty face," said Lacey. "Who is she?"

"Sharon Carter," said Natasha. "Former SHIELD agent who joined the CIA then went underground after she helped Steve, Sam, and Bucky get out of Berlin. We thought she disappeared in the Blip."

"She knows it was Clint's farm as well," said Lacey. "She went into the house and looked at the books on the bookshelf, picked out my third one then noticed it was next to a picture of Clint and the family."

"Damn, it might not be safe to stay there anymore. If someone from SHIELD talked to her they might not know she's switched sides. Because I'm pretty sure that's what's happened." Natasha took a deep breath, then looked at Wong. "Can they stay temporarily at the Sanctum?"

"Yes," he said hesitantly. "But they could be affected by the magic going on there."

"I know," she replied. "I have to figure something out and find out who told her about Lacey and Tommy. Give me a day."

Wong also gave Natasha the licence plate information and opened another portal to the Sanctum. He escorted them to a room then used magic to turn it into a hotel suite of two bedrooms, one with two beds and one with a single bed.

"You can stay here tonight," he said. "I'll come get you for dinner later. You can look out the windows as they are invisible to the outside. I will send one of you with a sorcerer to the house to get some clothes later. Want to make sure that no one returns there first."

"Thank you, Wong," said Lacey, gratefully.

"Hmmm," was his answer and he made himself scarce.

Later, after dinner Terry went with a sorcerer and came back with a backpack jammed with clothes for each of them. He also brought Lacey's laptop. Wong promised that a couple of sorcerers would monitor the farm to make sure Carter and her gunmen didn't return. The following morning there was a knock at the door of their suite. Wong called through to say it was him. He was followed by Natasha and Coulson. Lacey stood up and placed herself in front of Tommy.

"I don't blame you for not trusting me," said Coulson, raising his hands in surrender. "This is on me, completely. We ran the licence plate of the SUV and checked traffic cam files. It was one of the two vehicles that followed us after your Mother's funeral. It means Carter has been looking for you for some time. She was someone that Nick Fury trusted when she was at SHIELD but it appears she went underground and became involved with a criminal known as the Power Broker in Madripoor. We think she's been selling SHIELD and CIA secrets to him while staying completely off the radar."

"Why would she want me and Tommy?" asked Lacey.

"There was a rumour the Power Broker wanted an army of super soldiers to be his enforcers," said Coulson. "We've been trying to verify it but when I asked Sharon about it when I last saw her she said he lost his top scientist in the Blip and wasn't working on it anymore. She brought up keeping Bucky Barnes' kid safe so the Power Broker couldn't get to him and use his blood to create more serum. I should have asked her how she knew but instead, like an idiot I said he and his mother were safe. Then I said how protective you were of him. I shouldn't have trusted that she was still loyal to SHIELD. I assumed she had advised the Avengers she didn't disappear in the Blip. That was my mistake and I'm sorry."

"So what are you going to do about her?" asked Lacey angrily. "We've lived on that farm for almost 9 years without a problem. Now, suddenly, we're homeless."

"We're going to find her and arrest her," promised Coulson. "As for the farm ... I think you can go back there. We have some technology that can disguise your faces. Natasha has used it before. We have a couple of shape shifting Inhumans that can impersonate you elsewhere and keep her people running in circles."

"Not good enough," said Lacey. "Do you know who in town told her we lived at the farm?"

Natasha looked away then at Coulson and shrugged. "It was a farmer that sells you straw bales," said Coulson. "Jack Manning."

"I'll kill him," blurted Lacey. "I will literally kill him. He already charges me more than he does other farmers. Then he doesn't even put them in the barn, leaving it for us to do."

"We can take care of him," said Coulson. "Mac has volunteered to make an official visit to him. You know how intense he can be. I'll be with him as well and together we will make him regret ever saying anything. Unfortunately we can't do much more because officially the farm doesn't exist and neither do you."

"There's one other thing," said Natasha. "I wasn't supposed to say anything but I think you need to know. We may have a chance to reverse the Snap. I can't say much more about how but we rounded up all the remaining Avengers to make it happen. We're going to bring everyone back. If we succeed you need to be at the farm for when Laura and the kids return."

"When?" asked Lacey. "When will you do this?"

"Tomorrow to get the stones then the reversal the next day," replied Natasha. "I already found Clint. Bruce convinced Thor. We're getting the stones and then we'll reverse the Snap and make sure that no one who was born since then is lost. Everyone that was killed because of the Snap itself will return. So go back to the farm and when Laura returns you get her to call Clint so that he knows she's back."

Natasha started crying and Lacey hugged her, then cupped Nat's face between her hands as she nodded her head. She agreed to go back to the farm that day. After breakfast, Wong confirmed there were no further incursions on the farm. He opened a portal to it so Terry, Lacey and Tommy could walk through to the farm as they had left it before Wong put the abandoned spell on it. They all wore the electronic masks that Coulson gave them earlier. It changed their hair, eye colour and faces completely. They wore them throughout the day and only took them off when they went to bed. The following day they wore them again. It was mid afternoon when Laura, Lila, Cooper, and Nathaniel suddenly reappeared out near the picnic table. Lacey disengaged the mask and ran to Laura, hugging her hard.

"Do you have your phone?" she demanded. "Call Clint, right now."

"What happened?" asked Laura. "Where's Clint? We were having a picnic."

"I'll tell you but you have to phone Clint right now," said Lacey, beginning to cry. "Please just do it."

Laura pulled her phone out of her pocket and dialled Clint. It rang several times, then she heard his voice. He said "Honey" twice then the call was dropped and she looked at Lacey, confused.

"What the hell is going on?" she asked, then she looked beyond Lacey to where Tommy had run up, his nano mask in his hand. "Why is Tommy older? And who is he?"

She pointed at Terry. Lacey held her again for a few moments. "You've been gone for 5 years," she said. "There was a battle against an extraterrestrial in Wakanda and he had the power that allowed him to snap half of the world's population out of existence. You, Lila, Cooper and Nathaniel turned to dust. Clint went off the deep end and left me here. This is Terry, my older brother. He came to live with me and provide what protection he could. Tommy is now almost 8 years old. Your kids are the same age as when they disappeared."

Laura dialled Clint again but it went to voice mail and she looked at her phone with frustration. "Why doesn't he answer?" she asked.

Lacey's phone rang and she answered it. "Wong!" she exclaimed. "Laura Barton and her kids are back. What's going on?" She listened for a moment. "What? How? What are you going to do?" With wide eyes she looked at Laura as she relayed Wong's message. "The extraterrestrial, Thanos, is back and he just destroyed Avengers headquarters. The sorcerers are trying to gather all the soldiers and Avengers who reappeared and re-arm them. Then they're all going to the battlefield. Come on, it should be on TV."

They all ran to the house and turned the TV on. Most of the channels had news helicopters filming from the sky. It was chaotic as they had to avoid being shot at themselves. Through the smoke and fires they both saw that the Avengers compound was completely destroyed. The immense size of Thanos' spacecraft as well as the creatures that came out of it running rampant over the destruction was frightening. On the TV they saw Thanos, with his army, standing off against Iron Man, Thor and Captain America. It looked like once again Thanos would defeat them then all sorts of portals began opening behind the three Avengers and more Avengers came out, then other armies of humans, and aliens. In the sky portals opened and strange flying craft appeared. Tommy stood beside Lacey watching all of this then touched her arm.

"Is Dad alive?" he asked, hopefulness tinging his voice.

She looked at him then hugged him hard. "Yes, he's alive, somewhere there," she said, almost crying. "Now he has to fight again along with all the others."

They watched it all for hours; the back and forth, the wave after wave of attacks, the destruction of Thanos' spacecraft then came word that the alien invader had been defeated but at a cost, as Tony Stark had perished after successfully snapping Thanos and his forces out of existence. Both Laura and Lacey cried when that was announced. As the smoke cleared from the battlefield the news helicopters that were still flying showed the extent of the death and destruction. More portals were opened allowing many of the participants in the battle to return to their homes. Nothing was heard from the Avengers and the women wondered if there had been more deaths not announced.

The following morning a quinjet flew over the house drawing the attention of the Barton kids as they ran out to the yard, approaching it after it landed. Clint came down the ramp and joyfully hugged his kids then seeing Laura walking across their yard went to her and kissed his wife tenderly. Lacey, who hoped Bucky was with him came up after with a questioning look.

"He wanted to come but there were some important things that he and Steve had to do first," said Clint. "He plans to turn himself in as well."

"Bucky said before that he was going to do that," replied Lacey. "I just wish he came to meet Tommy in person, first."

"There's one other thing," said Clint. "Natasha ... she didn't make it. She was killed before the battle while we were acquiring the stones. She's gone."

"Shit," whispered Lacey and she began to cry then she looked anxiously at Clint. "Did she tell you about Sharon Carter before she died?"

"No, what about her?" asked Clint.

"She came here looking for me and Tommy, with a couple of gunmen," said Lacey. "She works for a criminal called the Power Broker."

Clint grabbed Lacey's arm and pulled her away. "That's impossible," he said quietly so Laura and the kids wouldn't hear. "I killed him, in Madripoor, a year ago. When was this?"

"A few days ago," said Lacey, just as quietly. "Phil Coulson told her about me and Tommy, believing her to still be loyal to SHIELD. Turns out she's been looking for us all along. I don't think you killed the real Power Broker, Clint. Coulson said there is a rumour the Power Broker wants super soldiers for his own personal army."

"You're sure it was her?" he asked. "She was SHIELD then she joined the CIA after the HYDRA files were released. She helped Steve, Sam and Bucky get out of Berlin."

"You can ask Wong and Coulson if you don't believe me," said Lacey, angrily. "Her men talked to Jack Manning. He told them Tommy and I were here at the farm. They showed up here with guns to take us by force. Thank God Wong had a protection spell on the place. It gave us enough warning for him to portal us to the Sanctum in New York."

Clint looked down at the ground. "I'm sorry," he said, ashamed. "I should never have left you here unprotected. Losing Laura and the kids made me spiral and I lost it. You kept my farm going and I owe you so much for that."

He watched Lacey's face as all sorts of emotions played across it. "I don't know what to do," she finally admitted. "I thought for sure that Bucky would come with you. All along he's said he wants to be with us and instead he stays to talk with Steve?"

"I'm sure you were part of the conversation," replied Clint, trying to soothe her. "Look, he's been gone for 5 years and when they reappeared they were thrown right back into the fight. He's still getting his bearings. They both know that you're here. Give him a chance."

She nodded and watched as Clint returned to his family. Both Terry and Tommy came to her and watched the happy reunion. Taking Tommy by the hand she walked towards his treehouse while Terry followed. When they got there she looked at them both.

"I thought Bucky would come with Clint but he stayed to do some things with Steve," said Lacey, sombrely. "He also plans to turn himself in. I don't know what's going to happen with any of it."

She opened her mouth to speak some more but nothing came out except sobs as she began to cry. Tommy hugged her and Terry put his arm around her shoulders. It was hard for both of them to watch this woman who had been strong for so long break down in front of them. An hour later it was Terry who looked up to see two men walking across the pasture towards them. One he recognized as Steve and the other, with long dark hair and a beard was unknown to him but with a start he realized it was likely Bucky.

"Stay here," he said to Tommy, as he stood up and began walking towards them.

"Terry, this is Bucky Barnes," said Steve when they were just a few feet apart.

Terry punched Bucky in the face, catching him off guard. It staggered him and Bucky touched his cheek in response.

"That's for making my sister cry," said Terry angrily. "You don't deserve her or Tommy. She expected you hours ago but it was more important for you to have a talk with him first?"

"Terry, that's my fault," said Steve, putting his hand on Terry's arm. "He wanted to come right away but I needed to talk to him first for my own reasons. Don't be angry with him. Be angry with me."

Terry shook off Steve's hand and still glared at Bucky. "I agree," said Bucky quietly. "I don't deserve her or Tommy. You've been on your own taking care of them while I was dust. That's something I likely will never be able to repay. I'm just asking that you let me see her and my son now. Please."

With a grimace Terry stepped aside and stood with Steve while Bucky walked towards the treehouse. As he got closer he could feel his anxiety level increase when Tommy stepped protectively in front of Lacey, glaring at Bucky with anger in his eyes.

"I'm sorry," said Bucky to the boy. "I should have come here sooner with Clint. You're right to be angry with me. I thought a few hours wouldn't make much difference but I was wrong."

"You made Mom cry," accused Tommy. "We've been here waiting for you my whole life. We needed you."

"Do you want to hit me?" asked Bucky. "You're welcome to do it. So many things have kept me away that I couldn't overcome and instead of coming right away when I could I put my best friend first instead of the woman I love and the son she gave me. So if hitting me will help you get over how much you hate me right now then hit away. I can take it."

Tommy approached Bucky and took a fighting stance, looking angrily at the man he had loved through their conversations on a computer screen. Bucky kneeled impassively waiting for his son to act. Then he saw the tears forming in Tommy's eyes and pulled him into his arms, enveloping him in an embrace.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, feeling all sorts of emotions as he held his son for the first time. "I should have been here sooner but I'm here now."

He continued to hold Tommy for a long time until the boy stopped crying then Bucky looked fondly at his son's face, touching his hair and cheeks. Tommy looked back at his mother, stepping aside as she stood up and faced Bucky who now stood before her with his head bowed. Lacey's eyes were red and puffy. She was sniffing loudly and wiped her nose with the back of her hand, having nothing else on hand. Neither of them said a word for the longest time. Then Bucky reached out with his flesh hand and gently touched Lacey's cheek.

"I still love you," he whispered. "Do you still love me?"

"No, I hate you," she replied quickly. "I hate that for five years I couldn't see your stupid face on my phone. I hate your beard and your long hair. I hate that you chose to fight a crazy alien instead of being here with us. Most of all I hate that it's not over because you're going to turn yourself in and probably go to jail instead of running away to another country with me and Tommy, and living a life on the run. I hate all of it ...."

"No you don't," said Bucky gently, stepping closer and putting his arm around her waist to draw her in closer. "You love me. You missed me. I'll cut my hair and my beard. You know that I had to fight. Just like you know that I'm done with running. We're almost there, Lacey ... almost at the point where we can be a family. We just have to go through a little more separation, a little more long distance relationship, and a little more loneliness so that we can have a lifetime together."

As he spoke Bucky lowered his face closer to her so that by the time he finished speaking his lips were just inches from hers. When their lips finally met her arms went around him as tightly as his did around her. After they broke apart Bucky looked for Tommy and put his arm out to him so he could hold them both. Steve patted Terry on the back.

"Let's give them some alone time," he said. "They have a lot of catching up to do."

"He still doesn't deserve them," muttered Terry but he went with Steve.

Bucky sat in the treehouse, looking with emotion at both Lacey and Tommy, still not quite believing that they were finally together. "We have a couple of days here before Tony Stark's memorial," he said. "Then Steve has to take some things back to the past so the timeline isn't affected. Bruce and Rocket are rebuilding the time machine that Thanos destroyed so once that's ready he's going. I am turning myself in but the lawyer has already negotiated a conditional pardon for me. It means I have to live in the New York area for a while while I undergo a psychiatric assessment then therapy to make sure I'm not a psychotic killer. I would like it if you lived with me there but things might be hectic for a while with court appearances and such so if you can stay here or even buy another farm then that would be better. It would keep you out of the public eye because there are still people who don't think I should be free."

"I haven't talked to Clint or Laura yet," said Lacey. "Maybe I should look at another farm but it was something I kind of wanted to do together as a family."

"I want to go to school," stated Tommy. "Real school, with a teacher."

"I've been homeschooling him," explained Lacey. "It was safer but he's been lonely for friends his own age."

"Once I'm done all of my legal commitments I'll protect you both," said Bucky. "Tommy can go to real school then. Terry, that's your brother right? He can still live with us but I don't think he likes me."

"Don't worry about him," replied Lacey. "He was just being protective. He'll come around."

She took Bucky's hands in her own. Tommy put his hands on theirs and they all smiled with anticipation at each other. For now they were together. There were still going to be some issues for a while but they all knew that a life together was coming. They just had to get through some things first.

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Lighters In The Air

Fandom: RPF, American Actor,

Pairing: Chris Evans x Original Female Character

Characters: Chris Evans, Original Female Character, Original Male Character, Scott Evans

Word Count: 3659 // Rating: Explicit

Summary: When you spilled your beer down the back of my shirt You had me when I turned around

Tags/ Warnings: My Writing, Halloween Challenge, Writing Challenge, Songfics, Meet Cute, Beach, Blowjobs, Kissing, Handjobs, Guys Weekend, Holiday, Songfic, Kisses, One Night Stands? Sorta, Spring Break, Florida Vacation, Lighters In The Air // Chris Young

Notes: This is part of my writing Challenge for Halloween 2022. All fics are based off of songs I love. The aim is to write one fic a day for 15 days straight. I’m doing a similar thing for Christmas but they will all be headcanons [requests welcome for that] Enjoy x

15 DAYS OF SONGFICS FOR HALLOWEEN (OCT 15TH - OCT 31ST)

‘Only you could book a Florida vacation in the height of spring break,’ Chris said as he placed a couple more t-shirts into his hand luggage. ‘It’ll be fun,’ Scott said rolling his eyes. ‘Yeah, when we were eighteen. Not at forty,’ Chris said. ‘Hey, we’re not all forty remember,’ Scott chuckled, ‘anyway it was the only dates we could all do. And I didn’t see you complaining when you left me with all the organising.’ ‘You’re the least busy what can I say,’ Chris said. He threw a few more toiletries into his bag and zipped it, mentally going through everything in his head. Since work took him all over the place he was an expert at travelling. Though like his work he was more of a show-up-when-told kind of guy rather than arrange every detail. That meant that the organisation of the boy's weekend he and Scott were going on with some friends had fallen into the hands of his brother. Who had informed him they were headed for sun, sea and sand on the Florida coast. The only problem was that hundreds of thousands of college kids were also due to descend on the same place.

Chris didn’t mind them. Hell years ago he’d been one of them. Partying all night, sleeping by the pool all day and drinking far too much. But he wasn’t a kid anymore. Hell out of all of the guys going he and Scott were the only ones without kids themselves. He wanted to hang out, relax, and have a few beers. The idea of pushing his way through sweaty crowds or being woken at 5 am as people made their way back to their rooms didn’t appeal to him much anymore.

‘Well that’s the way it is,’ Scott said somewhat snappily as Chris sat down on his bed. He was sitting on a chair in the corner of Chris’s bedroom waiting for his brother to pack up. Chris had only been home for one night, having just gotten back from a press tour, and now he was flying out again for four days. ‘Sorry man,’ Chris said, ‘I’m not raggin on you. Thanks for sorting everything out by the way.’ ‘It’s fine,’ Scott said waving him off. ‘So, how long before we have to be at the airport?’ ‘An hour or so,’ Scott said, ‘I said we’d meet the guys there. Before you know it we’ll be downing beers and listening to Luke Combs serenade our poker night.’ ‘Luke Combs?’ Chris asked narrowing his eyes. ‘Well yeah,’ Scott said with a smirk, ‘didn’t I mention there’s a music festival going on at the neighbouring resort?’ ‘No,’ Chris said, ‘you didn’t.’ ‘Well, there is,’ he said getting up and walking to his brother. He placed a hand on the older man’s shoulder and smiled sympathetically, ‘don’t be such a grump. It might not be that bad.’

And with that, he grabbed his and Chris’ bag off of the bed and headed out the door. Chris flopped back on the bed with a sigh. He had to be positive. Scott was right, after all, it might not be that bad.

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Chris was warm. Though it was still spring the evening air had a heat to it that made him uncomfortable in his T-shirt and jeans. It didn’t help that around him in every direction were people. Scott had managed to convince the guys that they didn’t want to spend their first night in their hotel playing poker and that was why Chris was in a crowd ten thousand strong watching some artist he didn’t know. He swigged his beer and swayed to the music, thankful at least that it wasn’t a genre he detested. Scott and his friends were burrowed in the crowd a little on ahead leaving him somewhat exposed though the fact he had sunglasses and a cap on hid him well as it always did. It also helped that everyone around him seemed to be too enthralled in the show or too drunk to take any notice of him.

In fact, as he looked around he found that a few people were looking behind him. Actually, most people were but as he went to turn around he felt a cool wet stream down his back. He turned around to find a couple of guys pulling another man back through the crowd and off of a girl who was standing in front of him, a now empty beer bottle in her hand.

She whipped around at looked up at him her face full of embarrassment. ‘Oh my god!’ she said, ‘I’m so sorry!’ ‘It’s okay,’ he said trying to ignore how sticky the small of his back was feeling right now. ‘No It’s not,’ she said putting her hand on his arm so he was forced to show her the spillage, ‘that stupid guy was pushing through the crowd. He knocked me over and now your shirts ruined!’ ‘Look…’ Chris started suddenly realising he didn’t know her name. ‘Laura,’ she said with a sheepish smile. ‘Laura. That guys the problem not you don’t worry about it,’ he said.

She seemed to be taking in his words and her face was pensive for a second. Then without warning, she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards her and through the crowd. Chris didn’t know what was happening. He didn’t know why he allowed her to pull him through towards the back of the arena but he did it anyway. Chris watched her as they moved through the people. She was at least a foot shorter than him and her brown hair spilled down her back though it was covered somewhat by a Georgia State baseball cap.

As the crowd started to thin out she stopped leading him and let his hand go allowing him to fall into step beside her. They passed security guards near the gates who let them out into a common area that was housing various stalls. There were food stalls and beer stands all around though they walked past them to a small booth near the end of the enclosure. It was odd neither of them saying anything but Chris didn’t seem to mind, in fact, he was intrigued.

They got to a tent which was manned by a bored-looking guy who was scrolling through his phone. He looked up as she stood on the opposite side of the table from him.

‘Hey Laura,’ he said eyeing Chris who was standing behind her. ‘Hey Chase,’ she said, ‘have we got any of those T-shirts left?’ ‘The volunteer ones?’ he asked. ‘Yeah that’s the one,’ she said. ‘Yeah what size?’ he said looking at her. She looked over at Chris. Chase’s happy-go-lucky attitude seemed to evaporate as he took in the man beside her. ‘Large,’ Chris mumbled watching as the boy fiddled under his desk and produced a T-shirt from a box beneath it. He handed it to Laura, not him, who in turn passed it over making Chris smirk. Feeling a little cocky Chris whipped his cap off and tossed it down on the table before he pulled his shirt up over his head and threw it on his cap quickly replacing his shirt with the new one. As he got it on he noticed Laura’s gaze lingered a little before she looked back at Chase who now seemed furious. ‘Mind if we leave these here?’ she said handing Chris’ top, hat and her own cap to the man. ‘Just collect 'em later,’ Chase said. ‘Thanks Chase,’ she said turning away and walking back down the line.

‘He’s a barrel of laughs huh?’ Chris chuckled. ‘You can't pick your workmates,’ she said with a sigh. ‘You work with him?’ He asked they were meandering down the avenue of stalls now back towards the concert. ‘Yeah, we work for the festival. Happy helpers,’ she giggled gesturing to the small logo on the T-shirt she was wearing. ‘So you help out at the festival and get to see the bands and stuff?’ he asked. ‘That’s the idea,’ she said, ‘we offer support and advice. Lost phones, ticket problems, trying to sober someone up who’s beyond wasted whilst their friends go back to the party.’ ‘Sounds…’ ‘Horrible?’ she giggled. Chris smirked. It did sound horrible. Though he was looking at it as a job for him at his age. She looked young. In her twenties definitely and when a job that came with minor perks of being at the party he could tell why it had an appeal. ‘I was going to say interesting,’ he corrected her with a smile. They were back at the gates to the venue now and both of them stood there awkwardly. If he was being honest with himself, he didn’t want to go back to the music. He didn’t want her to either. She was interesting. Bold. And very very pretty.

‘So,’ she said looking into the pen of people, ‘your friends are probably wondering where you are.’ ‘Nah, they were too busy enjoying themselves,’ he said. They’d spread out so far in the crowd that he doubted they would’ve even noticed he wasn’t actually there. ‘Oh,’ she said. ‘How about you?’ he asked, ‘I mean were you with someone in there or on duty or something?’ ‘I was trying to catch the end of the Luke Combs set,’ she said, ‘but it sounds like we’ve well and truly missed that now.’ ‘Sorry,’ he said. ‘It’s okay,’ she replied, ‘I mean what kind of happy helper would I be if I didn’t help you after an incident I caused.’ ‘Hey, it wasn’t your fault. And anyway I got a pretty suave new T-shirt out of the deal so win-win right,’ he said. ‘Right,’ she giggled, ‘I’m sure it’ll be just the thing you need to lure in the ladies right?’ ‘I don’t know,’ Chris said, ‘I’ll have to see.’ ‘About?’ ‘Well if you wanna go for a walk on the beach with me?’ he asked. He was feeling bold. The buzz of the alcohol and the sea air had bumped up his confidence. Laura seemed caught off guard for a moment, biting her lip nervously, then she said, ‘why not.’

Chris broke into a smile and gestured for her to turn around and head out down the small ramp that led them onto the beach.

It was evening time which meant the beach itself was all but deserted apart from those attending the event. The sun was low on the horizon, threatening to disappear soon, and making the sky an orangey purple colour. The crisp white sand was soft and not entirely easy to walk on though neither of them seemed to mind. Water lapped the shore gently and as they walked further and further was soon the only thing they could hear as the sound of the music got lower and lower.

‘So what are you doing here?’ she asked breaking the silence they’d been walking in for a couple of minutes. ‘Guys weekend,’ he said. ‘Let me guess you planned it to fall just as the colleges let out for spring break huh? she chuckled. ‘No, my brother is just a bonehead who thinks he’s still a teenager,’ Chris smiled. ‘He’s got a thing for girls gone wild?’ ‘Scott?’ he said with a hearty laugh, ‘no, let’s just say 30 girls in wet T-shirts wouldn’t do much for him. ‘Ah,’ she smiled, ‘how about you?’ ‘I think my days of chasing tail are over.’ ‘Over? What are you eighty?’ she giggled. ‘Forty-one,’ he said, ‘but with all them kids in there I sure felt eighty.’ ‘Well to me you don’t look a day over twenty-five,’ she smirked. ‘Oh yeah?‘ he said. ‘Yeah, I mean you sound ancient,’ she chuckled, ‘chasing tail? Who are you, Hugh Hefner?’ Chris ran his tongue across his teeth as he smiled inwardly to himself. Cute and funny too, ‘okay, okay, wise guy. How old are you anyway? I mean are we okay to be walking on the beach together or am I gonna find your face on a milk carton tomorrow?’

She stopped which forced him to stop too. They were a long way down the beach now, the gig barely audible anymore except for when the sound of a guitar hit the wind just right. They weren’t far from one another, actually, as they had stopped they’d turned to face one another meaning their bodies were just a foot away from each other.

‘I didn’t mean it,’ Chris said, ‘I was just messing with you..’ ‘I know,’ she said looking up at him. ‘I mean I didn’t mean to offend-‘ ‘You didn’t.’ ‘And if you wanna turn back and-’ ‘Chris?’ ‘Yeah?’ he asked nervously. Her hands reached out and pressed against his chest as she took a step towards him. ‘Kiss me?’ she said in a voice no louder than a whisper.

Chris didn’t have to be told twice. He leaned in his hands grasping her tenderly by the face as he kissed her. Her hands wrapped around him so they were flush against one another. It was slow and gentle to start with but Chris could feel his excitement building especially as her touch skirted along his back and up around his neck. After a while they pulled away, breathless. He looked at her adoringly a smile on his face that matched hers. She looked away for him for a second and his gaze followed hers to where there was a long row of vacant beach cabanas. They were small huts, each had three wooden sides and an opening facing the beach that was covered only by curtains for some privacy. When her eyes met his again they were suggestive but she didn't let him speak, instead, she grabbed his hand and led him toward the small hut. Once inside Chris looked around. It was nice. A couple of sturdy loungers made up most of the space with a couple of small tables around and hooks for hanging clothes and towels up on. He heard the swish of the curtain closing and he had no sooner turned around and Laura was back kissing him. Chris pulled her closer sinking onto one of the loungers and pulling her onto his lap. She did so in a hurry, her hands fiddling with the hem of his t-shirt as his lips went to her neck.

'Chris,' she groaned as he sucked a little though it was hard enough to leave a red mark on her skin. Her hands went into a flurry then as she yanked his shirt up and off over his head. She got up off him for a second pushing him to lay back on the recliner. She was in charge. He liked it. She was back in an instant, nudging his legs apart as she leaned in to kiss him, her fingertips trailing down his torso. His breath hitched a little as her lips started to follow their path south. She kissed down his chest, her tongue swirling around his nipple before she continued her path. He was acutely aware of how tight his jeans had become though she was seeing to that problem almost immediately. Her hands fumbled frantically with his belt and zipper until she was yanking his pants and boxers down just enough that he sprang free and right into her hand.

'Fuck,' he grunted as she massaged him, her hand pumping him gently. And then her touch was gone making him whimper, Laura smiled as she watched him needy and wanting. His eyes were almost black, his pupils blown with lust. She scooted back on the lounger and shirked her top and bra off leaving her exposed. Chris marvelled at her as her fingers massaged herself a little, taking her nipples between her fingers and pinching. He wanted to touch her too but she was just out of reach.

She bent down, so she was laying on her front, her head directly between his thighs. And then without touching him she licked a long flat swipe up his cock from base to tip. Chris grunted as her mouth took him in at the top sucking lightly at first and then harder and harder until her cheeks were hollowed out. As she teased his tip she used a hand to pump him gently. Chris' hands flew to her hair as she took him in inch by inch until he was at the back of her throat.

'Fuck,' he panted as she pulled back, releasing his cock with a pop. Her hand returned to him as she did. 'You like that baby?' she asked breathily. ‘Feels so good,’ he said adding a very shaky whimper just after as she swirled her tongue around his tip. Chris could feel his high coming quicker than ever. 'That's it, baby,' she said as his breath got faster and faster. 'Ain't gon' last,' he said. She didn't reply but she did 'hmm' in agreement as he started moving his hips up to meet her rhythm. As she tickled her fingertips down his thigh and then took his balls in her hand Chris' vision blacked out. He was cumming, hot a fast down her throat, his hips jolting furiously against her. She pumped him a couple more times until he had nothing left. Then she pulled back and climbed up so she was sitting on his thighs. Chris smiled at her, sitting up so he could kiss her properly. His hands cupped her face, kissing her tenderly. He could taste himself on her and it caused his cock to twitch a little, already gearing up for round two.

But just as his hands went to fumble with the button on her shorts her phone buzzed in her back pocket.

'Shit,' she said, pulling back from him and reaching into her pocket. Not one to be slowed down, Chris' mouth went to her neck, his hand palming her breast, running his thumb over her nipple. 'Ignore it,' he whispered but she held the phone to her ear, trying to ignore the warmth in her belly and the dampness in her panties as she tapped her screen to answer the call, 'hey...no...can't it wait...right fine.' Chris pinched her nipple making her squeak, 'yeah okay bye.' He chuckled into her neck at her whimper. 'Chris,' she moaned, 'I gotta go.' 'Stay,' he whispered, trying to unbutton her shorts but she placed her hands over his and pulled back. 'I can't,' she said. 'Ten minutes,' he said, 'tops.' 'Believe me, I want to,' she said with a sad smile, 'but I'm technically still on the clock.' 'Oh really?' Chris chuckled. 'What can I say? I'm a happy helper who always goes the extra mile,' she giggled leaning in so she could give him a quick chaste kiss. Chris's hands ghosted her hips as she pulled out of his grasp grabbing her bra and shirt off of the floor. Chris sighed and tucked himself back into his pants as she shook her hair out. He grabbed his new shirt off the floor and shuffled up off of the lounger. She pulled the curtain open and stepped through, holding it aside for him to follow her. The sun had gone now and the sky was inky though bright with stars.

'I've gotta head to the hotel so it's probably better if I head back this way,' she said, gesturing to the hotel the opposite way from where they came. 'Okay,' Chris said a little downtrodden, that their time together had been snatched away even sooner than expected. 'See you round yeah?' she said. As she did she came towards him, leaning up so she could kiss him one more time. And then, she headed down the beach away from him. He looked around. It was still deserted but he didn't really feel like heading back to all the kids that would now be no doubt wasted. He watched as she got to a ramp that led away from the beach, his gaze not leaving her until she was out of sight.

With a sigh, he turned around and started trudging back towards the party. As he got back to the gates of the venue he found Scott standing outside his phone to his ear. As his brother spotted him a look of relief fell on his face for a second but it was quickly replaced by irritation.

'Where've you been?' Scott asked as Chris neared him. 'For a walk,' Chris lied. 'I've been calling you for the past ten minutes,' he said, waving his phone in Chris' face which was showing his call list, 'and why have you got another shirt on.' 'Sorry,' Chris said, 'and some guy spilled his beer down my back. The venue gave me a spare.' 'Yeah well next time answer your phone,' Scott said his face mellowing a little, 'come on the guys have headed back inside we thought we could find a bar or something.' 'Okay,' Chris said. 'And you should go and get changed. Give that shirt back to those 'happy helpers' or whatever they're called,' Scott said, 'we don't want people coming up to us asking for god knows what.' 'Oh yeah I will,' Chris said. As they walked on Scott chewed his ear off about what he'd missed down at the front where he'd been standing but Chris wasn't listening. He was already planning his next trip to the happy helper station in the morning. Maybe his brother was right. This trip might not be so bad after all.

Guitars on the gulf breeze, Smoke rings 'round the neon Moonlight in your blue eyes 'Neath that Georgia hat that you had on

Just one night to hold you No, that ain't what I call fair But the memories burn in my mind Like those lighters in the air

#my writing #lighters in the air #chris evans #chris evans fic #chris evans x ofc #chris evans smut #chris evans x reader #song fic #halloween writing challenge

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toyourstations · 1 year

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I wrote a thing tonight, inspired by but not necessarily for the Trans Fucking Jam on itch.io

[transcript below the cut]

Dad Bod

I’m turning 29 this year. I’d say I have a dad bod.

When my dad was 27, my mum drew me a picture book by hand, called “Daddy’s gone on a bike”.

I don’t remember a time where I didn’t know about Our Heavenly Father. That term has always been a threat.

When I was 9 (or 8 or 10, I don’t recall) my dad took me fishing. He only took me once. I didn’t have the patience to stand there on the bank the way he did. But I almost caught a trout, and I saw a flounder in the river near the mouth.

We stood on the shore, a stone’s throw from where his dad sat in his chair in his house, watching the races. His dad has sat there watching the races as long as either of us remember. Probably on the night he became my dad’s dad, even though it was Christmas Eve, he was watching the races. I can’t imagine him anywhere else.

When I was 14 I fell for a boy who looked the most like a grown man out of anyone I knew. He was 15, nearly 16, and he had more body hair then than I do now. At least in my memory.

When I was 15 I was dating a boy who was 17. Not that one. When I told him to stop, he did, but then he told me about the maths he’d done. How much, according to the bible, it would cost to buy me off my dad and marry me if he raped me. He never raped me. He did propose to me on my 16th birthday. I broke up with him by telling him I was a lesbian, a lie I would believe for the next few years, unless I was lonely or a boy was smiling at me.

When I was in my 20s, my friends and I ritually destroyed the ring and put it in a glass jar with an animal skeleton. I think it was a hedgehog.

When I was 18, I realised I wanted kids. I never wanted to be called Mum.

When I was 19, I realised I wasn’t a woman, and that made that easier.

I was still 19 when I met the first dad I wanted to be when I got old. He wears one of those flat caps, and he gave me my first dnd miniature. I broke up with his child a couple of years later and haven’t seen him since.

For the next few years I was harassed regularly by a church who would ask me “if there’s a God the Father, mustn’t there be a God the Mother” I told them I think god is beyond gender, or is a gender we cannot comprehend.

Secretly, I wonder now if He just likes being a father. If we understood Him perfectly when we capitalised His pronouns.

But I don’t really know if I believe in god.

When I was 23, just before my hands stopped letting me finger her properly, a woman I was sleeping with asked me if it’d be okay if she called me Daddy.

I wasn’t sure I was okay with that, and she never did.

She did text me dirty messages while I sat in a chair next to my dad and my dad’s dad, hoping nobody noticed me blushing and secretly wishing my grandparents house still didn’t get signal.

The races were on.

The year before, my then-fiance-now-girlfriend started calling me her Husband.

I really liked that.

I’d like to be a husband. I’d like to be a husband who kisses husbands and wives – mine or somebody else’s. I’m not fussy.

I’d like to be a Dad.

When I was a kid, and I couldn’t sleep, and neither could my Dad, I’d wander out into the living room and stand behind the couch like a shadow, watching the movie he was watching. He knew I was there, but I’ve always been like my Dad, and we both had insomnia, and he didn’t mind.

Both of us have an easier time sleeping nowadays.

I still watch TV with him late at night, in silence unless one of us has a comment about whatever’s on.

I still think he might send me to bed when the movie gets racy.

I don’t know if my body and brain will ever let me be a Dad. I’m disabled, and infertile and gay and trans and it’s always possible a miracle will strike and I’ll find a kid.

Or maybe…

I have a mug that says No.1 Dad on it, from a friend whose father sucks, who I love.

When I was 19 and I came out as trans I stood on the deck and told someone my new name nervously, and now they’re a Papa, to many animals, and in a way to me.

I know another trans man who has several children he wasn’t biologically involved in, scattered across the country and the world, people he’s adopted when they needed him most.

When I look in the mirror, I see my uncles, who people mistake for my Dad all the time.

I have hair on my face and my body that I can see in the shower.

My legs stick out beneath my olive green shorts, hairy and thick, like the legs of a dad, if such a thing makes sense to you.

I’d say I have a dad bod. Even at 28 and childless. Maybe that’s all that matters.

Liking the idea of being a dad, and knowing that when people use your pronouns they’re doing it right.

If it's good enough for God, right?

#my writing #cw rape threat #cw christianity #cw dads

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unstabull · 5 months

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TW victim blaming, mis-gendering in screenshot

TW personal mentions of my own abuse /trauma

warning for a long post

So I was going to just block and move on but considering @bcbdrums decided to post a screen shot with my username and tag the whole soul eater fandom in an attempt to, I dunno, shame me? I feel I need to at least say SOMETHING on my own behalf. I am trying to learn I matter and can stand up for myself and I think this is a good time to practice that.

So when the original post was made, in my head I was thinking to myself "I didn't tag or say who said the thing, I simply made it known the thing was said, so I could give my own opinion" and although I was a bit nervous in the end I decided this is my blog and I am allowed to have and even share an opinion.

I am a nervous mentally ill trauma survivor myself hence why I love Crona in the first place, so when I first even noticed the comment on my original post I was filled with immediate fear, because I had already openly disagreed with this person before. Now after some hours of panic and my mate waking up, so they could tell me what the comment said in the first place, (I was too frozen with fear to even go on the app), they suggested I not delete my post (which was my immediate reaction) and instead just block and remove the comment.

I did this because one I wasn't looking for an argument or a discussion, if I was I'd of reblogged the original post where the original thing was said. Two the reply itself was talking about how "the quote in that book meant adult child relationship-" I literally addressed this first thing by saying that no adults, in the universe in which we are discussing, are offering that help. So by starting with that they were ignoring what I already said. Three if you innately hate Crona why are you even near my blog? Personally I hate soul x maka and I could go comment on everything to do with it, but guess what? I don't, because I don't need to.

Now, when I was shown parts of a post, you ask why no one will talk to you about this ship, and instead they block or ignore you. From just a small search from back at our first interaction, I found many posts proving it would of been pointless to try discussing anything with you. One of the most concerning to me was this one:

you clearly hate Crona (and misgender them). In this post, you victim blame an abused child saying that they're willing in their actions? "Dont care if (their) mom was horrible that's no excuse" You are blaming an abused teen for doing what their abuser tells them they must, this kid is 15 and been groomed since day one of its life, and you're calling them cold blooded and willing? meaning they feel nothing no remorse and want to do these things? that's literally not true you are just insanely bias by your hate. If you actually understood what abused kids go through and feel you would know Crona had no options and deeply truly felt it had no choice. Even Maka understood this.

Now I'm not gonna continue about that or even go out of my way to pull any "evidence" for you on why Crona was clearly unwilling, because of posts like this:

"Crona should have died" like why the hell should anyone even attempt talking to you about this subject, when you're saying stuff like this? "It would have made Crona's story meaningful" you've obviously made up your mind that Crona is some heartless monster undeserving of forgiveness, and will forever be guilty in your eyes, so the idea you really believe you are capable of discussing this topic is ridiculous. And I'd like to stress again, you are talking about a mentally ill, abused 15 year old in the above post... fictional or not, I find your hate towards this abused teen disturbing. I really can't even imagine how you would view and treat real victims of abuse. I mean again even if it's fiction, you openly think a teenager deserves to die because in your eyes its the only way they can, what? "repent"? Like honestly that's pretty ableist in my opinion. The fact you can't accept that Crona is worth helping and deserves to be saved shows just how little you got out of this series.

Now I am going to discuss more personal topics and down to why I felt I truly needed to say something in the first place.

As previously stated I am an abuse and trauma survivor myself, I have been through a lot, and my first abuser was my older brother, and therefore I could not get away from him. Having a family member abuse you from day one and constantly be in power of you, and above you, and stronger than you, is extremely detrimental. I had him bullying me almost 24/7 growing up until I was finally about 11 or 12 when he went to live with my bio father. I was SO relieved he was leaving I cried with relief and couldn't wait till he left. And It wasn't until a couple of years later when I was about 14 that he came back. I was terrified. Now here's where people assume I should have said something or done something or perhaps even isolated completely to get away from my abuser (I did that near the end).

Well as a survivor of abuse I tend to always blame myself by default, and back then I had no confidence, I was pretending to be cishet, and also hiding that I wasn't "normal". So when my brother came home I was subservient to him almost immediately. I kept his secrets, I played the role assigned, I was his punchline, I was his errand boy.

Like Crona I felt I had no options and my best choice was to protect myself and to do whatever my abuser wanted and keep them appeased. Even if that meant hiding everything and pretending we were close. Yes Crona is fictional but their character means a lot to people who have been through or are going through abuse like that especially familial. And your comments that Crona is a willing participant and guilty because they do what their abuser says, really is insensitive to people who have been in a situation or are still in a situation in which they must do what an abuser wishes, or believe they must do it.

Now another point you keep bringing up is how "Crona needs therapy" an argument that is moot because no one in the universe in which this character lives is offering such help. And even if they were openly offering therapy to Crona it's still not the only thing mentally ill abused people need. Especially ones that have gone through childhood trauma and continued abuse.

I first went to therapy when I was about 15 or 16, because I was young I was treated as if I had no need to depressed or struggling in the first place. My first counselor not only taught me that masking was best so that I didn't make others uncomfortable, she also would talk about other cases she was working on. I decided to find another. Again because I was young I was not taken as seriously, and because I had learned to mask so well from my last counselor my new one didn't recognize any signs and after a year she "graduated" me. I've tried a few others throughout the years and all to no avail. It took me a bit more than decade from my first counselor to finally find one that knows what they're doing, has been through trauma, and is actually helping me.

"Go to therapy" isn't the magical fix neurotypicals think it is. And asking us to completely open up to strangers in a system that could possibly lock us up and harm us for our thoughts and feelings is such a ridiculous request. Most mental health providers I have met are not trust worthy.

Now that doesn't mean I have said anywhere that therapy doesn't work, or should be avoided or disregarded. But I am also not going to pretend like it's all we need either. I am a mentally ill, trauma survivor and I am so tired of people telling me what I experienced, and what I need. I know exactly what I needed, I was there. And I know what it's like asking adults for help and looking to adults for help and getting none. I don't need to have someone come at me on my private blog trying to convince me that I'm wrong and that I don't know what I'm talking about when I have literally been through a lot of what I discuss. Also I don't need someone framing it like me posting on my personal blog about a book on trauma and a fictional character is "spreading misinformation" that's ridiculous. I have done nothing wrong.

As someone with experience being abused and being through trauma I know for a fact if I had, had someone near me, near my age to befriend me, and that I could trust, that would have done me a lot of good. Not because they would have "fixed" me but because I would have gradually started to learn that I am capable of being loved, and that I deserve good things. A very important step for those of us with trauma.

And in conclusion I want to say this whole thing has been quite ridiculous. The fact there was even a need to publicly post the screen shot with my username included in the first place, along with adding the tags to the main fandom to, again I can only assume, try to shame me? is just weird to me in general, and all this because I blocked someone for my own wellbeing. This is all I have to say on the matter, I felt I should stand up for myself, and after seeing a screen shot of this person saying they "really want it to be explained to them" I decided to give the reasons why I don't bother discussing topics with people like that, and people who think in the ways shown in the above screen shots, there is nothing to be said, because they are never going to listen. I hope this marks the end of whatever this has been, I have said what I feel I not only have a right to say but honestly should say.

I want to thank whoever reached the end of this post I appreciate your time, and if you agree with either of the screenshots above we should now part ways.

#UNSTABULL #mental illness #mental health

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