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im not going anywhere
carl is so exasperated + fed up with negan in every scene that i really whole heartedly believe that if he was older and less twinky we'd think he's the top. i will not be taking constructive criticism at this time.
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Sorry but everytime I think of cegan I think of season 1 Carl and ...... Just nah, I'm not that kind of person
Itâs totally ok, we all have our own vision! I always try to tag every shipname, so you can block the tag. đ
Also if someone needs something tagged inform me!
For me I picture 16+ years old Carl based on Chandler Riggs real age at the episodes with Negan. Heâs pretty mature and strong individual at the point where they met, so it is interesting to see his interactions with Negan. The fact that Negan cares about Carl more than about any other human on the show kinda matters too! So I have my reasons. đ¤
Negan: are you scared of me?
Carl: -scoffs- no.
Negan: -smirking- good.
Carl: are you scared of me?
Negan: no.
Negan: im fucking terrified of you.
Carl: -smirking- good.
wellâŚ
TWD got me with that mild implication that Carl was Neganâs family too.
If you didnât take it that way youâre wrong sorry I donât make the rules.
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Do I hear high school sweethearts?Â
Part 1/ Part 2
Peter thanked Jesus almighty that his aunt wasnât home when he heard the roar of a motorcycle stop at his driveway. Of course. Of course Tony had showed up in a motorcycle.
He grabbed his phone, checked his reflection one more time in the crappy mirror he had hanging on the wall, and after taking his keys, he went outside.Â
âSo this is your house, huh? Had to move heaven and hell to get your addressâÂ
Peter wasnât about to admit this, but Tony looked hot as hell. He was wearing tight black pants, and⌠something else. He was too focused on the pants.Â
âAnd you had to show up in this⌠monster, like a typical jockâ he muttered and moved his hands in an âannoyedâ sign.Â
âYou just handed me the opportunity to say âbut Iâm your jockâ in a silver platter, ParkerâÂ
âSay that, and I go back insideâÂ
Tony laughed and bit his lip. He had been laying on his motorcycle, but he impulsed himself onto his feet again, getting close to Peter. âNow that would be unfortunateâ
The boyâs heart started speeding slightly, but his brain was faster, and he curved Tony, going to his bike. âWe going or what?âÂ
Tony was too respectful to force him into anything, so he hopped on top of the bike and handed Peter the helmet he had, turning around. âNow hold me like Iâm your favorite teddy bearâ
âWait, is this the only one? Are you gonna ride without a helmet?âÂ
âA manâs gotta do what a manâs gotta doâ replied Tony, and started the bike the moment he noticed Peter was safe and ready, not giving him any more time to think twice.Â
The ride was pretty silent, Peter too scared to actually say anything as he held onto Tony for dear life. He fucking hated bikes and everything that could turn out in, well, death.Â
When they got to a dirty parking lot, Peter hopped off and looked at Tony, giving him back the helmet. âWhere are we?âÂ
âThink about any romcom youâve ever watchedâÂ
âI donât watch any, Stark, I do productive stuffâÂ
Tony rolled his eyes and started walking. âWeâre on a fair, Peterâ
Peterâs heart skipped a bit. God, he hated fairs. But how could he tell Tony? He was already playing hard to get, and the guy was trying so damn hard. So, they just kept walking, a silence, that dispite their situation, wasnât awkward.Â
âI donât have a teddy bear, by the wayâ he whispered when they were already inside.Â
âWhat?â
âYou told me to hold you like my âfavoriteâ teddy bear. I donât have oneâÂ
Tony smirked and looked at Peter, his eyes filling with ideas. âWe can fix that. Hey, sir! Iâll playâÂ
âAlright, sir! You have three stones. The more bottles you break, the bigger the prizeâÂ
Tony took one of the stones and stayed there for a second, calculating how much strenght heâd have to use. He finally threw it and he broke five bottles. Then three, then five again.Â
âYou can get a six dollar prize, sirâÂ
Tony smirked and looked around, finding a pink, over the normal size teddy bear that had a white price tag with the number 7 written on it. Tony sighed. He didnât make it, apparently.Â
The sir that was looking at Tony, that was now kind of uncomfortable because he hadnât won the teddy bear for Peter, realized what kind of situation he was in, and he reached up to take the pink teddy and handed it over to the teenager.Â
âHave a great night, sirâÂ
Tony smiled and took it, saying thank you in a soft voice, then headed to Peter and gave it to him.Â
âTony, am I supposed to hold this all night?âÂ
Peter was now biting his lip. There were a lot of homophobic people out there, and he was with a boy, holding a pink teddy bear. He didnât want to look ungrateful, but he didnât want them to get hurt.Â
The teddy bear was gorgeous on itself. It had little brown eyes and rosy cheeks, while it was dressed with a white mini skirt. Peter didnât want to throw it away, and Tony realized almost immediately what was going on.Â
âIâll hold it for youâÂ
The teenager holding the teddy bear smiled, his heart warming slowly, but once again, his brain answering faster. âWhere did your macho macho men facade went? I thought you had some kind of toxic masculinity or somethingâ and then he laughed, while Tony started walking like a drag queen, holding the bear over his head, being goofy.Â
âI donât have any of that, ParkerâÂ
âThatâs not true, StarkâÂ
Tony turned around and went back to where Peter was standing, and looked down at him, the teddy on his hand, but far away from their faces. Tony whispered then:Â âI could not disagree moreâ, then leaned in, taking Peterâs lips with his own.Â
The boyâs breath hitched when those lips were again on him, but he didnât dare to move, except his lips of course. And after battling for a long while about what to do exactly, Tony finally reached forward and took Peterâs waist, pulling him closer, maybe holding him too tight, because a tiny, very shallow submissive moan escaped Peterâs lips.Â
There was nothing he could do about this, he was hard already. God fucking damn it. Peter was the hottest fucking thing he had ever seen.Â
Considering he had already taken him by surprise with the kiss and the waist grabbing, Tony thought that maybe it would be for the best if he asked permission to take things further. So, he ran his tongue on Peterâs bottom lip, asking for permission.Â
Another moan escaped Peterâs lips as he parted them, letting Tony enter at his full force, making their tongues meet instantly, fitting perfectly.Â
When a kid started crying, Peter pulled back, suddenly falling back onto the realization that they were out in the public eye. But he didnât speak. He was at a loss of words. That kiss was⌠something.Â
They stared at each other for a moment too-long, until Tony broke the silence, holding the teddy bear now with one hand.Â
âYou have me going crazy, ParkerâÂ
Do I hear high school sweethearts?
âCommon, Parker. One dateâÂ
âMaybe if you win the gameâÂ
âGive me a good luck kiss, thenâÂ
Peter scoffed, but he grabbed Tony by the shoulders and pulled him in, giving him a two seconds too-long peck on the lips. âNow go, and win that shit, Iâve been craving some french friesâ.Â
Tony smirked and ran back to his teammates, that started whistling and making kissy faces, leaving Peter alone in the bleachers.Â
When the game started, and Tony was close to scoring, he turned around and pointed at Peter, finding him easily in the middle of the crowd.Â
âThis oneâs for youâ he mouthed, knowing that the too-smart kid from his chemistry class was going to catch on.Â
Peter blushed slightly, touching his lips involuntarily, the faint sensation of those lips on him still there.Â
It was inevitable, they were too good. They won.Â
Peter cheered, but nothing too crazy, and after all the glory, while his teammates were still celebrating and screaming (half of the things were obscenities), Tony jogged back to the same bleachers he had left Peter in.Â
âYou owe me a dateâ exclaimed Tony, smirking like a cocky, entitled fuck.Â
The boy stood up and got close to the edge, swinging a little. âI said maybeâ.Â
The face of frustration Tony made when the words left Peterâs mouth was enough reward. âWhat do I have to do, then?â
Parker smirked and licked his lips, looking at how Tonyâs eyes were following his tongue as it danced on his lower lip.Â
âPick me up at seven, jerkâ Peter said, and then he turned around, ready to go, but he was yanked back by a strong arm.Â
âYou donât get to tease me like that, Parker, and then leave without a kiss?âÂ
âYou need another one?âÂ
âFrom you? A thousand. Every dayâÂ
The color in Peterâs cheeks spread a little, but he never took his eyes away from the athlete he had in front of him, leaning in and kissing him slowly, tasting his sweat, that some-fucking-how tasted wonderfully.Â
Tony parted his lips slowly, letting Peterâs tongue come in, their lips moving in sync and the background screaming sounding like it was on another room. Tony wanted to reach forward and bring Peter closer, but he knew it would be too soon. Parker had to lead.Â
The kiss was so slow, and it was so good that they both entered trance, and when Peterâs phone rang, they both jerked back in surprise.Â
âMayâ he answered, looking at Tony while the athlete rubbed his eyes, probably trying to come back to reality. âYeah, itâs over. Iâm going home now. No, yeah I wonât. Not really? I ate a while ago- no, yeah. Okay, sure. Love you, byeâ.Â
âYour aunt?â spoke Tony, voice way too harsh to pass as normal. Peter smirked. He had turned Stark on. Interesting.Â
âYeah. See you tomorrow, StarkâÂ
And this time, he did walk away, not turning around when Tony shouted:Â âGive me your number!â. He knew Tony would find his number somehow and that he was going to call him.Â
As Peter walked away, disappearing from behind the bleachers, entering once again the school, Tony smiled to himself. He had scored.Â
âAnd that ass!â he muttered to himself as he ran back to his teammates, all happy and smiley.Â
For those who needed this today.