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oh my god fmo!aemond would be the type of person to have a madonna whore complex wouldn't he 😭 now im even more excited for the next part and to find out if the way in which he considered alys had changed (before daemyra entered the picture) when he fell in love with her or when she became pregnant. like i think he would still see reader and alys being stationed on two different levels except they Would have something in common now.... alys' side of things is sooo interesting to think about too (especially since we haven't officially met her yet and if it really turns out she had been planted by daemyra). unlike reader, she's allowed to cross that line of using her charms to get what she wants in a more direct way and probably does find some pleasure in it (or rather has come to) but surely not without it causing her some serious damage due to being a bastard servant and it maybe being her only her means to survive in the world. also it adds another layer to what you've said before about both her and reader fixating on each other and craving what the other has and all of it has me wanting to Scream because theyre all so fucked up and i love themmmm. PLEASE don't stop sharing fmo web weavings/meta posts, they absolutely bright up my day💌

It definitely would have been interesting to see if he changed with her apparently being pregnant. Would it have been “easier” because alys would not be around the reader is. Or bc he thinks the child was made out of love. Would his brain get fucked up again bc alys is now a mother, and he can’t wrap his head around a mother engaging in things they do. Like you said, would they be on the same level now as caregivers of his children… fulfilling a duty now.

I think it’s why hearing that news literally sends reader into labor. If she isn’t making her husband happy, if he isn’t having sex with her… and now he is having children with other women. In her mind, she’s thinking what even is my purpose here.

The differences similarities between reader and alys live rent free in my head too. I kind of see them as Alicent and Rhaenyra in the sense that it is possible for them to be victims and perpetrators in a patriarchal society… bc most women (myself included) are both at times.

Alys clearly is a victim in how she’s been treated as a bastard and then of course a woman. Sort of similar to Rhaenyra, I see her maybe making not great decisions as a mean to survival. It is not her (or Rhaenyra’s) job to uplift other women (though ryra obviously has more power to do that) especially when she is just trying to survive…. but in they also may feel the need to step on some toes to achieve semblances of power/freedom. She thinks of reader and sees someone who has live a very privileged life, especially compared to her, and she’s not wrong. But with that privilege comes a certain level of rigidness that alys probably wouldn’t like.

Just like reader can be a victim in her marriage, and basically being degraded by her mother growing up. Told that her wants and needs are secondary. She ~knows~ her role and place. But she can be a perpetrator with internalizing that and project that onto other women. She probably thought some very… not nice things when she found out the woman Aemond cheating with was an older bastard woman. Fmo is a story about cheating, and the targs being messy. But also reader reevaluating ideas of patriarchy (even if she doesn’t have that word in her head as a medieval woman).

Alys and reader are sort of everything each other want to be but also nothing they want to be… it’s interesting and fucked up

#I’m glad you guys are fine with my rambling lmao bc I love talking about it 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽#especially asks like this #fool me once asks #but it’s also ironic bc like… good looking nobility seemingly with a stick up their ass… yeah reader is so alys’ type

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lupinblacktheone · 3 years

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"So, I was thinking": a modern college!AU:

Johnny is bored. He has already finished all of his crosswords; all of his friends are busy minding their own business and won't pick up their phones.

Classes won't begin until next Monday. Johnny arrived at his dorm last night and he doesn't know when his roommate will be there. All he knows about this person is his name: LaRusso, Daniel.

Wondering about this mysterious boy could set Johnny free from his boredom. Is he a nerd? Or a drama kid? Johnny hopes he won't sing all the time. Of course he likes music (who doesn't?), but musicals... he isn't ready for them yet.

It would be nice to have some common likings with him. Maybe horror movies or breakfast for dinner (well, Johnny is so broke that he eats it for all meals, basically).

Remembering the old times, which weren't good, not at all, tugs at Johnny's heartstrings. He doesn't miss arguing with his parents all the time, but he certainly liked not having to iron his clothes himself. And he misses messing around with Tommy, Jimmy, Bobby and Dutch after school.

Oh, and Karate! Johnny misses it so much that it hurts. He couldn't find a Karate club to join (is this a thing? In Johnny's opinion, it should be. There are clubs for everything in this campus. If he can't find one, he'll form one). Maybe he can practice with Daniel and he could be the second member of the Karate club.

"Hello! I'm Daniel!"

Johnny stares at the boy. He's short, dark-haired and has round brown eyes.

"Johnny", the blond boy gets up, approaches Daniel and shakes his hand. "Can I help you unpacking?"

"Please", Daniel sighs and rubs his neck. "My mother just dropped me off and turned the car around. I barely had time to say goodbye. Can you believe it? I think she wants to rent my room while I'm gone, but I don't think I'll be going home anytime soon. How about you?"

Obviously, the first thing Johnny learns about Daniel is: he's a chatterbox. Second thing: he's from Jersey. He lives with his mother and would love to learn martial arts, but her mother wouldn’t let him because she’s afraid he will get hurt.

"I know Karate", Johnny confesses with a little smile.

***

Sometimes, Johnny regrets having told Daniel about his passion for Karate, because the kid didn't stop begging Johnny for some classes until he finally gave up.

Their dorm is too small and they would destroy it sparring there, so Johnny decides to have the class outside, behind the gym. Daniel said he would meet Johnny there after dinner (and yes, Daniel also has breakfast for all meals, since he is just as broke as Johnny).

December is on the way, so Johnny is wearing as much sweaters as he can (including his Cobra Kai jacket). He leans his back against the red brick wall and puts a cigarette between his lips.

Daniel shows up some minutes later, carrying a heavy messenger bag on his shoulder and wrapped in hoodies and coats (he has lots of cool hoodies; Johnny loves to borrow them and he is using the baseball one right now).

"Ugh", Daniel puts the bag down, massaging his shoulder.

"Are you ok?", Johnny asks with a worried look on his face.

"Perfect. Let's do this."

They get on fighting positions and spar for a while. When they get tired, they walk back to their room, peacefully talking about the day.

"Let me carry this for you", Johnny picks the messenger bag, even though Daniel has already bent to pull it.

He places it over his shoulder and Daniel walks beside him, ranting about his lame Calculus professor.

"I couldn't convince Mrs. Warter to postpone the paper's due date", Johnny complains when Daniel asks about his day. "I'll be lucky if I get a C on it."

"Do you want me to help you?"

Yes, please, he almost answers. Johnny enjoys having Daniel around. They don't have many common likings besides Karate and breakfast food, but he really enjoys staying up late with him, sharing their only desk (Johnny begun to work as a cashier in a store near the campus and Daniel writes other people's assignments for money and they are saving money to improve the place) and laptops on study sessions. Or to spend rare and lazy Sundays in their room, doing crosswords (Daniel bought some magazines and gave to Johnny). Or to share breakfast meals in the middle of the night because they can't sleep.

"Are you free tonight?", he asks, his voice sounds desperate, just as his eyes.

"Is this a study session or a date?", Daniel replies jokingly and raises an eyebrow. "Sure. I can help you."

Johnny opens his laptop and shows Daniel what he's working on.

"I mean, it's not bad, but could use some adjustments here and there. Let's get to work."

Daniel presses the keyboard keys hard with strong movements that emulate a pianist, but with perfectly tied hair. His brain is formulating what should be in the text and getting rid of what shouldn't be read by Johnny's professor.

"I think we're done here", Daniel declares.

"Thanks. I'm gonna buy you a coffee tomorrow, with extra cream."

"Much appreciated", the boy winks and Johnny's heart skips a beat. "So, I was thinking..."

"What a miracle", Johnny teases, smiling to distract Daniel from his blushing ears.

"Anyway, are you going home for Christmas?"

"I don't think so. You?"

"Also no. I don't have enough money for a ticket to Parsipanny."

Daniel looks at Johnny for a moment. His blue eyes are usually shiny, but now... he's more than just sad. Johnny looks depressed and scared.

"Are you alright?", Daniel reaches for Johnny's hand. "You can talk to me. I'm here for you."

Johnny doesn't talk. Instead, he goes for a hug. A big and warm hug. He clings onto Daniel as if he was the only thing keeping him from being blown away.

He doesn't want to cry. However, he can't fight the tears anymore. Daniel holds Johnny, trying to keep him together only with his bare hands. He doesn't try to whisper comfort words in Johnny's ear, he just stays there, providing his roommate all the support he can.

That night, Johnny falls asleep in Daniel's arms. He has never felt this safe before.

The next morning, Johnny rushes to the closest cafe shop to get the nicest cup they have. He drops by the dorm to put the coffee on the desk with a note: To the best roommate ever. Thank you for everything. Love, J.

He sends the paper to Mrs. Warter as soon as he takes a seat in the computer lab for his first class, hoping Daniel's help can save his poor ass from failing Warter's class.

A few hours later, Johnny is waiting for the last class to begin so he can get to work. Not that he likes standing up by a counter telling old people where they can find raisins, plum juice and other things old people buy. But at least, he gets to listen to his music and does little pieces of homework between a client and another.

There is something Johnny can't do at the store: see Daniel. Too bad they don't take many classes together, because every time Johnny sees Daniel entering the classroom, the world changes. It becomes brighter and more beautiful. He knows it's cliché, but Johnny is tired of pretending to be the perfect son, athlete... he just wants to be Johnny.

And Johnny is brave.

"So, I was thinking...", Johnny says when Daniel sits by his side.

"That's unusual", Daniel lets out that amusement air through his nose. "What is it?"

"Do you wanna go out? With... with me?"

That is really unusual. Johnny never was this reticent before. Not even when he noticed he had a crush on Ali Mills.

“Yeah, sure. When?”

“How about Friday? My shift ends at 5:30.”

“Sounds great.”

***

Johnny spends Christmas in his dorm, with Daniel. They curl up on Johnny’s bed, wrapped in Daniel’s hoodies, solving crosswords puzzles and drinking tea while listening to Johnny’s music. Neither of them wants to talk about their families.

Growing up as an only child, Johnny never had to share his things. He wouldn’t even allow Ali to read his poetry (he wrote some about her, tho), or let his friends go through his Spotify playlist. Not because he's embarrassed to like these songs, but because the lyrics describe him so perfectly that he's not comfortable with someone listening to it in front of him.

When he met Daniel and found out they could be good friends (maybe more than that? Johnny certainly hopes so), he felt an urge to take the boy on a journey through his world. First, they shared Karate, then crossword puzzles and went on and on, discovering little things about one another.

“Huh… I couldn’t get you anything for Christmas, so I wrote you a poem. Wanna hear it?”

Daniel doesn’t say anything, just gets closer to him as Johnny clears his throat and searches his notebook for his newest composition. Once he finds it, he puts the paper in front of his eyes (he was brave enough to ask the boy out, but not to have that lovely brown eyes gazing at him while he reads his feelings out.)

“I loved it, Johnny. Now get ready for your present.”

Johnny doesn’t close his eyes when his lips are pressed by Daniel’s mouth. It feels so good that they do it again and again until they fall asleep, holding each other.

***

Graduation is almost here. Most students have moved from the dorms or plan to do it soon. Daniel and Johnny, on the other hand, haven’t mentioned the matter yet. As you can imagine, they don’t want to live with their families again. The only thing Johnny wants is to stay with Daniel and he wonders if Daniel wants the same thing.

“Hey, Danny”, it was supposed to be a nice and quiet study session before the finals, but Johnny can’t hold this down any longer. “I was thinking… do you wanna live with me?”

“Are you kidding me? You’re never getting rid of me, blondie.”

#lawrusso #daniel larusso #johnny lawrence #college au #fanfic #Johnny's POV

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greenappleeyes · 6 years

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According to You (part 11)

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Summary: You and Misha come to terms with your new life without Paul.

Warnings: RPF, just fluff

A/N: I made y’all wait a month for this update and I feel awful. I promise you won’t have to wait as long for the next one.

Feedback motivates my writing muse, so an extra thank you to everyone that leaves some. If you'd like to be added to my tag list, just shoot me an ask or DM because Tumblr doesn't always notify me of comments and reblogs.

Misha is single in this series and, as always, no hate or disrespect towards Vicki or their family

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You had finally calmed down enough for Misha to question how you were feeling after your conversation with Paul. Free was the best way you could describe it.

"He took it better than I thought he would." You were genuinely surprised that Paul didn't scream your ear off. "He actually apologized and told me he understood that I needed space."

Misha frowned. "Some space, huh? I take it he doesn't get that it's over? Like, over over."

"If he doesn't get it now, he will get it when I never go back." You sighed at the idea of your relationship being over. It felt surreal to think that such a dark part of your life was actually over when just a day before you thought it would be that way forever.

Sitting up, you crawled into Mishas lap and rested your head against his shoulder. "Thank you, Misha." You mumbled quietly against his neck. "I never would have been able to get away from him without you. I love you so much."

He smiled and wrapped his arms around your back, hugging you tightly. "I love you too, Y/N. You never have to put up with that shit ever again."

If it was anyone else, you might have felt embarrassed by clinging to him the way you were; but not with him. In fact, he seemed to want you right there with him as much as you did.

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"Mish! This place is perfect!" Your voice echoed through the apartment you were checking out. "It comes with all this furniture, I can walk to the café, and the kitchen is huge!"

Misha forced a smile. He was genuinely happy to see you so excited; but still didn't like the idea of you living by yourself. "The exposed beams are a nice touch, I'll give you that; but I personally like the security system."

You knew Misha still worried about you; but Paul had kept his word and hadn't even tried to contact you since you left him. "Since when are you the practical one around here?"

Strong arms wrapped around you and pulled you toward him. "Since I have someone very precious to me that I want to be safe."

"I know and I appreciate it." You smiled and hugged him back. "I just really hope I can afford it.”

As it turned out, your dream apartment was well beyond your price range. Working at a small, independently owned café didn’t pay enough for such a lavish place.

Unshed tears pricked your eyes as you climbed into the passenger side of Mishas car. "I should have known better. I guess I'll just have to settle for that small basement unit we saw the other day."

"That… no." Misha argued. Sure that place had much cheaper rent, but it was a security nightmare; far to easy for someone to break in and harm you. He hated seeing you upset; so he was already thinking about how he would help. "We will figure something out.”

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After a long, frustrating day of looking at apartments that were either too expensive or didn’t seem safe enough, you decided you needed a nap.

“Come cuddle me.” You asked with pleading eyes.

Misha chuckled at your child-like tone. “I’ll be up in a bit; I have some work I need to finish first.”

“Fine.” You stuck out your bottom lip in an exaggerated pout. It’s true that you were disappointed; but you also knew that Misha had a lot going on in his life work-wise and you weren’t about to keep him from his tasks.

As soon as he heard the bedroom door close, he slipped outside to make a phone call to the rental company in charge of the apartment you had wanted. After a bit of back and forth with the manager, they had finally come to an agreement; leaving Misha with an excited grin on his face.

The feeling of gentle fingertips brushing over your shoulder roused you from your deep sleep. “Sweetie, hey, I know you were napping but I just couldn’t wait.”

With a yawn and a stretch, you had expected Misha to be climbing into bed next to you; ready to wake you up properly. But instead he stood next to the bed, fully clothed, with a beaming smile spread across his face.

“Mish, what..?” You mumbled sleepily. “What’s going on?”

“I have a surprise.” He said with giddy excitement and reached his hand out. “Come. We have to go.”

You eyed him suspiciously; but pulled yourself from the bed and managed to fix your hair and makeup enough to leave the house. “Where are we going?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Misha mused with a wink. “Now let’s go!”

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You recognized the building as soon as he pulled into the visitor parking lot. “Misha, I don’t understand how looking at an apartment I can’t afford is a fun surprise.”

“Don’t be so mopey.” He leaned over and lightly kissed your cheek. “I wouldn’t drag you down here just to rub it in your face. Now come on, we’re gonna be late.”

Rushing inside you were met with the same manager who had declined your application before you had even gotten a chance to fill it out. Only this time she had a much more welcoming smile on her face. “Mr. Collins, Miss Y/L/N, I have the paperwork ready for you to sign.”

“Mish…?” You asked with a dumbfounded expression. “Paperwork? What’s going on?”

The manager stepped away to give you and Misha a moment of privacy so Misha could explain. “I knew this was the place you wanted and if I can’t keep you at my house, then I want you somewhere safe.”

Still bewildered, you looked down trying to process what was happening. “I get that, but I still can’t…” You paused as your brain caught up with the situation. “You didn’t.”

He stepped closer and grabbed your hands; the bright smile still shining on his face. “I did.”

"No." You said softly while shaking your head and backing away from him. "You've already done so much for me; I'm not going to let you pay for my apartment too. I love you, Misha; but I want you as my boyfriend, not my sugar daddy."

Misha had not expected you to react the way you did. “Helping you out doesn't make me your sugar daddy, Y/N." Stepping closer again, his face fell as you took another step backward. “I don’t understand. I have more than I’ll ever need and I just want you safe and happy.”

“I know that and don’t think I don’t appreciate and love you for it; I really do.” Pinching the bridge of your nose, you sighed in frustration. “But can you look at this from my perspective? It’s not exactly the same, but look at what happened last time I had to fend for myself; I ended up with Paul. I’ve just never had the opportunity to do anything on my own and then I spent years feeling like I owed him.”

Misha stared at you; stunned by the realization that you had a point. “I’m sorry; I’m not trying to take your independence from you. I don’t want you to feel like you owe me anything; but please let me do this. It’s for my benefit just as much as yours. At risk of sounding like a possessive asshole, I simply cannot let you live in that shitty basement. It’s just not safe enough for my own comfort.” He chanced reaching for you again, but you didn’t pull away this time. “Please, let me help you.”

Part of you wanted to tell him that you wanted to do it all alone; but his pleading eyes washed your stubbornness away. “Ok fine. I’ll accept your assistance; but I will pay you back… eventually.”

The bright, beaming smile that you loved so much appeared on his face again; making your heart flutter. You still wondered why he wanted to help you and why he always looked at you with that sparkle in his eyes; but instead of assuming you didn’t deserve him, you decided you’d let yourself be happy.

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