Leigh they/them pronouns. 20. Largely abandoned. (Holy sh*t I havenāt been here in a while). Sometimes I post fics. Sometimes I donāt. Iām not going to beat myself up about it. Come hang out!
Hi! For warning I have little self faith. So you will probably find lots of self deprecating comments and humour, pay no mind to it one of my new years resolution is to fix that. Anyway... Hope you enjoy your reading!!Ā Ā
got called a rage baiter and dogpiled on Reddit for saying tvd treats Bonnie like Elenaās slave, how the friendship is very unbalancedā¦.
āyes there was issues behind the scenes! yes Bonnie got bad writing no one is denying that but that had nothing to do with the writing of the show! Elena, Caroline and Bonnie loved each otherā
Calling me a delusional Bonnie fan though for calling out horrific writing is the funniest thingā¦
btw it's so fucking stupid you can be anxious physically in your body even after you've decided mentally you don't care. I'm supposed to be in charge here
If I was to create an original work on ao3 I would do it for the express purpose of creating a universe/characters that other people could write fanfiction of.
Except it wouldn't be fanfiction exactly, because that would imply a Canon that is considered as the Correct or official version, It would instead be another contribution to the canon.
I've often tried thinking of ways to do this (create a fictional universe that everyone is allowed to write/create in)
Since I was 10 years old I dreamed of writing and publishing a book, but I don't care about it anymore. I don't want to be fixed in place in the "creator" role. I don't want to be the origin of everything about the characters and stories I create. And I don't want to own my ideas and stop others' stories about those ideas from being seen as legitimate.
There is an old anthology series, collectively known as Tales from the Vulgar Unicorn, where a group of authors got together and did just that. They planned out the geography and the background politics and a few characters in the town, but other than that each author wrote their own story in that scenario. The series went on for several books and spawned more than one standalone novel, with characters from the original series, and it is one of my favorite series of books of all time. It is however old, it started in the 70s, so a lot of people have not read it, but it is awesome.
Summary: Carter doesn't correct his friend when they call you his girlfriend. You ask him about it later when the two of you are alone.
Wordcount: 1.2K
A/N: This was requested, and I hope the anon who asked for it, likes it. I tried my best.
Masterlist
Thereās a big party on the Dutton ranch. The family has been in Rio Paloma for about a year now, and because business has been good they threw a party for the locals and friends and family.Ā
I've been on the ranch quite a bit since I met Carter in high school. I didnāt actually want to come to the party, because it gets a little too overwhelming for my liking, but Carter said he didnāt want to be surrounded by people he barely knows.Ā
So here I am, making my way through the crowd to find my best friend. I push past people left and right until I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn around and a smile breaks out over my face when Carter comes into view.Ā
āThank god. I thought Iād never find you.āĀ
āWell, technically, I found you.ā He grins. I jokingly swat at him and roll my eyes. āCome on. Letās get something to drink.ā He says as he grabs my hand and pulls me along behind him towards the bar.Ā
I grab a glass of coke and watch as Carter picks up a beer. I clink my glass against his bottle and am about to take a sip when I hear Carterās dad, Rip, from our left. āNot happening, son.ā Carter groans as he turns to his father.
āCome on. Just one.āĀ
āNope.ā Rip says, taking the bottle from his hands. āYou are supposed to be a good influence on him, Y/N.ā He says pointing at me.Ā
āLike I can ever tell him what to do.ā I laugh behind my glass.Ā
āFollow her lead. Stick to soda.ā Rip says as he walks away with the beer still in his hand. I pick up another coke and hand it to Carter, who grumbles under his breath how itās not fair.Ā
āCarter!ā A guy shouts loudly. I glance around me and notice a boy coming up to us. He clasps hands with Carter and they greet each other excitedly.Ā
āJordan! Didnāt think youād come to this kinda thing.ā
āYou know I never miss a party.ā Jordan grins. āAnd you must be his girlfriend.ā He says as he turns to me. He holds out his hand for me to shake. āIām Jordan.āĀ
āYup. This is Y/N.ā Carter says. I smile and shake Jordanās hand, feeling a little uneasy with Carter calling me his girlfriend. Weāve never talked about this.Ā
āFollow me. The rest of the guys are here as well.ā Jordan says, motioning for us to come with him. I donāt really know anyone else at this party, so I follow along stiffly. I wave awkwardly at Carterās friends when Jordan introduces me. I uncomfortably play with the hem of my shirt, hoping to look busy, while I listen to Carter laugh with his friends.Ā
I start to feel panicked when the crowd closes in around us. I look for a way out, when I feel a calloused hand grab mine. I glance up and my eyes meet those of Carterās.Ā
āDo you want to get away from here, for a moment?ā He says in my ear. I nod softly and he tugs me behind him.Ā
Carter steers us to the horse stables and pushes open the big barn door. āDo you want to feed the horses? I know that always calms you down.ā He says, handing me a carrot.Ā
āThank you for getting me out of there.ā I mutter. āIt got a bit overwhelming.ā
āI noticed.ā I hum in response and walk over to his horse.Ā
I rub its forehead a couple of times while he takes bites from the carrot Iām holding up for him.Ā
āHey, whatās going on? Youāre really quiet.ā Carter says softly beside me. I bite the inside of my cheek trying to find the right thing to say.Ā
āWhy didnāt you correct Jordan when he said Iām your girlfriend?ā Out of the corner of my eyes I see Carter putting his hands in his pockets and leaning against the stall.Ā
āI uhā¦ā I raise an eyebrow at him. He clears his throat and rakes a hand through his hair. āWhat if thatās what I am hoping youād be?ā He finally mutters out.Ā
I take a surprised step backwards. āWhat?ā I ask perplexed.Ā
āForget it,ā He hurries to say, āIt was stupid.ā He tries to walk away from the conversation, but I stop him by putting a hand on his arm.Ā
āItās not stupid.ā I tell him. āI just didnāt think youād see me in that way.ā
āWhy would I not?ā
āWeāve been friends for a year and you have never even flirted with me.ā
āOkay, ouchā¦I might not be the best flirt, but I definitely did.ā My brows furrow, thinking back to our earlier conversations.Ā
āAnywaysā¦ā He mumbles as itās clear I canāt recall any of those moments. āDo you hate the idea of being my girlfriend?ā A blush slowly creeps up my cheeks, but as I stare at Carter, I can see the same thing happening to him.Ā
āI mean, I wouldnāt be opposed to it.ā
āDonāt get too excited now.ā Carter jokes. I roll my eyes at him half-heartedly.Ā
āCome here, you big sap.ā I grasp his flannel shirt and pull him towards myself. Carterās hands end up on my waist and our breaths mingle with the little space between us.Ā
āAre you going to kiss me or what?ā I ask confidently. He dips his head and our lips connect. His lips are soft and smooth against my own and my hands reach up to curl in his hair. He walks me backwards until my legs hit a couple of hay bales. I jump up so I am sitting on them and Carter steps in between my legs. His hands run up and down my thighs sending shivers down my spine. His lips glide over mine, tongue slipping in every so often and I struggle to catch my breath.Ā
āCarter!ā We jump apart as his mother, Beth, comes into view. āYou know better than to hook up in a barn.ā
āSorry, ma.ā Carter looks so uncomfortable right now.Ā
āIn all fairness, I kinda initiated it.ā I reply as I wipe my lips with the back of my hand, hoping that my confession would spare Carter the conversation later.
āAnd my son didnāt have any part in this? Yeah right.ā Beth scoffs. I get down from the hay bale to stand next to Carter, who clasps my hand in his.Ā
āI need your help cleaning up after our guest. Say goodbye and come help me out.ā Beth says, smiling as she notices our locked hands. She turns around and starts walking away from the barn. āYou treat that girl right, you hear me?ā
āYes, maāam!ā Carter yells after her.Ā
We look at each other and burst out laughing, thinking of the situation we just got ourselves into.Ā
āSo, can I officially call you my girlfriend now?ā He asks, kissing the back of my hand. I pull him close and lay my head on his shoulder.Ā
āI think weāre at that point, yes.ā Carterās free hand comes up to cup my cheek and I lean up to kiss his lips.Ā
āCarter!ā Beth roars through the night.Ā
āRight, yeah, I uhā¦Gotte go.ā He mutters against my lips.Ā
āMhmm.ā I peck him once more on the lips before he runs to help Beth. āGirlfriend it is.ā I mutter softly.
i decided to just make a masterlist of what i've been calling the domestic series until now!
this is set on the wheelers' new ranch in dillon where carter has a spunky and fun girlfriend (you) who beth loves and rip tolerates (adores). you're basically always at the ranch, working with beth in and outside the house, and distracting carter as much as humanly possible without pissing off rip too bad. your banter with the man keeps his wife and lloyd entertained and scares the shit out of carter, but it's all a good time on the dutton ranch!
they're all just little one shots, can be read in or out of order, literally doesn't matter but i love em
a vampire's long term fwbb (friend with blood benefits) making an idle remark about how it was a struggle to handle the aphrodisiac in the bite venom for the first while but now they're used to it and know to expect it and the vampire saying "hey um. so I don't have any bite venom. like at all."
we used to get christmas episodes of television. halloween episodes. valentines. we used to get television that felt like part of your life. like it was happening alongside your life. now we mostly get 8 episodes dropping all at once every two years and they don't have time for any of that. i miss characters living alongside us
he's a great character for writing sicko fanfiction to process and deal with and find comfort about my Uhhh The Unthinkable Nightmares.
but also I have to ignore most of canon and pretend that once he gets out of Hydra's clutches the good guys actually try to respect his bodily autonomy. nothing after CA:TWS exist to me
If you are experiencing Agony because you don't have Real Trauma that gives you A Legitimate Reason To Be This Fucked Up, you can write a story where a Character experiences Real Trauma but have them feel all of your Big Nasty Awful Bitebitebitebitebite RAGETERROR Feelings that you have about your Fake Trauma.
Of course, there is no such thing as fake trauma, and an experience can be traumatizing if your brain responded to it that way no matter if it's not conventionally recognized as traumatic by society.
Except when it's me I am the exception because when its me it's actually fake. My own compassion does not apply to me because I am mysteriously different and worse. *compresses myself into a cube*
I don't usually delve into this stuff, but please, please forgive me just this once.
If I could, I would love to show everyone at marvel this:
Steve Rogers, moments after being shot at, point blank, in a room full of people, out of fucking nowhere, by the supposed āØļøLoVe oF HiS LiFeāØļø.
Ah, but she must have been under mind control, right? Brainwashed, maybe. Tortured past the point of insanity. Coerced into this. Amnesiac, even, to the point where she didn't even recognize him, wasn't aware of what she was doing or whom she was doing it to. Otherwise, she never would have done something like that. Right???
WRONG. She did that all of her own volition. Spontaneously. On a fucking whim. Because she was feeling petty. Truly, such a beautiful, heartwarming moment for them <3
"Fans": She's such a girlboss and badass, keep it up queen š„°!
"Fans", if the tables were turned and Steve was the one shooting to Peggy in a room with other people, because she had the nerve to be sexually harassed, when they weren't even in a relationship: What a monster and a madman š”!
When I watched this scene I wasn't even thinking about Peggy's motivations for shooting at him, I was just, like, "...Bullets don't stop being dangerous because they bounce off of another object????"
From a Doylist point of view, no one involved in this movie knows anything about guns. From a Watsonian point of view, Peggy doesn't know anything about guns and shouldn't be anywhere near one.
Why does American media trivialize guns and their deadly capacities so much? With guns being so embedded in our culture you would think basic gun safety would be sort of common knowledge but no.
But you're right about Peggy, also. I was confused why people got the impression that they had some kind of romantic thing going on because it seemed like they barely interacted with each other, and when Peggy kissed him, it was out of nowhere and he didn't reciprocate at all.
I just wrote 8 pages when I haven't written in months and was beginning to think I'd never be able to again. Idk what it is, but I am sharing and manifesting this energy for every writer who sees this. May you write 8 quality pages effortlessly and find joy writing once more
