I'm Not A Fan Of Sharing My Fics, Because I'm Suck At Translating, But This Is A Part From The Latest

I'm not a fan of sharing my fics, because I'm suck at translating, but this is a part from the latest one fic which I need to continue soon. Enjoy, I guess?

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Evening came, and with it something else hanging in the air. Marty hid in his bedroom, thinking about the appropriate sounds of his guitar for a strong song without any words, which could have been for Jennifer if she hadn't broke up with him.

He heard footsteps, but he didn't stop creating heavy and energetic music around him, knowing that he didn't have to hold them back. Unless his dad really wanted him to do it.

This time there was nothing like that, and he didn't pay attention to George leaning against the door frame, who was staring at the slight wrinkles of a smile.

It was friday evening. George tore himself away from work and decided to leave the idea for the new book for the next day, to admire his son now, not wanting to waste any second, since they were completely alone in the house this time.

"Yes. Keep it up, Marty. Show your old man how much you love playing on your new guitar," he blurted out the words in silence, focusing on the intense blue of his son eyes, not paying attention to the old guitar placed next to the black guitar case near night stand.

Marty smiled shyly, knowing that his playing had always been his father's favorite thing. It was constant, probably more than nice. Something he couldn't really describe at the moment. He hid his blush from him.

The calm gaze was tempted by Marty's young and shapely body, and George was grateful that he didn't have to hide it. They probably had the whole night to themselves. George knew how to use it. His touch on Marty existed only before sleep, kissing his warm lips with passion. No rush and no witnesses, even if the rest of the family was in home.

He couldn't stop kissing Marty and couldn't help, but wanted show how much he love to feel him, to explore him from every pore. He missed intimacy, so he hoped that Marty would focus all the attention on him, and if not, well, he would show Marty that it's not worthy ignoring his dad. He would show him once again that he would beg to continue kissing his skin, bringing him to a final orgasm as soon as he will penetrated him with the right movements.

Marty felt everytime so weak after, so defenseless, trembling under him, stroking his dark brown hair, now dulling with age. And that was not all he saw and felt. He could not shake it off. It changed him.

Marty tried to show how amazing he could play. How much he appreciated his gift - new guitar from his dad. Dreaming of the studies around music he had mentioned to him. He knew it would work. They had been saving up for his studies for years. Not only for him, but also for Dave and Linda.

He focused on the music, ignoring his father who moved closer, who touches his knee, who finally reached his hand to his hair, fixing them. Because of this movement Marty lost his rhythm, stopping playing, feeling as if he was starting to lose feeling and disappear like before. But this time he didn't disappear.

George's touch lasted longer, meeting Marty's blue eyes with his cool green, which Marty always considered them as warm. It warmed him up.

He widened his smile without taking his eyes off his lovely dad, now leaning into his touch on his cheek, feeling the thumb that stroked the skin. He felt himself falling apart under this touch.

Marty began to hold the guitar weakly, letting it rest on his lap.

"You're a very talented boy," George said in a quiet whisper close to Marty's ear, putting these words on the teenager in the form of affectionate appreciation.

“Thanks, Dad,” he whispered, feeling comforted as he found George left hand, taking it hesitantly.

George smiled gently, squeezing his younger son's hand, allowing him to continue stroking his cheek, his thumb traveling to his lips, which slowly opened. Marty shivered, feeling a small tension, squeezing George's other hand, unable to move away from it. It was endearing and attractive. He couldn't ignore how close he was and how he looked. His dad was a handsome man, he loved everything he could see and feel about him, unable to resist his dull hair, which used to be a more intense color than it was now.

Marty still remembered George younger self, that kiss, the forbidden ground like with his mother, whom he rejected so that he couldn't allow something between them. Luckily, he managed to bring them together, even if it wasn't easy, it was worth it all.

He couldn't forget the kisses, the tenderness and other things between him and George. Before and now. Not believing that he couldn't reject it like he wanted to do so much earlier.

George began to pull him out of his shyness and small reflection. He put the guitar down, placing it on the closed case, returning to the bed and beginning to absorb every touch between them that now occurred. He approached more confidently, smiling softly and touching his lips to his right cheek.

The brunet sighed, feeling more relaxed, feeling the warm touch here and there, leaning over them, unable to chase away this feeling that had developed short months ago. Not even a few.

George moved his head slowly, bringing his lips closer to Marty's. The light kiss began to work like a drug. Marty closed his eyes, looking at George's face second before it, gently touching his lips in order to reciprocate, finding his shoulder with his free hand, and then his hair, sinking his fingers into them, pulling him closer, causing their lips to meet in a stronger kiss that became longer and more intimate as time passed. Marty moaned short and quietly, feeling the changing atmosphere, pushing the eager George into a deeper kiss, which he wanted to strengthen even deeper.

George stroked his hand, after a moment making a break between them, feeling his son's unstable breathing at the moment. They looked at each other for a moment, and Marty stroked George's hair, not wanting to end this caress. George showed with his smile that he didn't want to end it.

He wanted to ask if everything is okay, but Marty didn't seem concerned, but a bit quieter that day than in previous ones.

"You don't have to be afraid. Not with me, Marty," he soothed in a whisper.

Before Marty could decide to say anything, his father's lips silenced him again, enveloping him in their embrace. George smiled as he placed another tender kiss between them. He moved closer, prolonging the kiss even longer, wanting to take Marty into a deeper embrace, to pull him closer, to comfort him, to hold him on his lap.

In that moment it was just them and their feeling, which was completely different from others years ago.

“But they want to kill each other!!” that's the point you dumb fuck

“But they hate each other!!” that's the point you dumb fuck

“But they have an age gap!!” that's the point you dumb fuck

“But it's not canon!!” that's the point you dumb fuck

“But it's toxic and abusive!!” that's the point you dumb fuck

“But-” that's the point, that's the point, that's the point!!! Fucking block the tag if you hate it!!!

Yeah. Me having gay and incest and after that family stuff, straight ships, canon or just a friendship. I can say it's incest and then something others people who probably don't see my ship in the same way

gotta love when I'm looking at only ship art and proship stuff and then Tumblr recommends me platonic/familial art and antiship stuff (the venn diagram is a fucking circle) /s

I'm realizing that the antis are a lot more toxic than the so-called bad proshippers.

I thought I was doing the right thing being an anti hiding my ships but I love this community and all of you are amazing.

I love you all.

I don't know what to think about anti proshippers anymore.

Antishippers say "stop normalizing child x adult ships" "stop normalizing incest" "stop romanticizing child x adult ships" "stop romanticizing incest" while being okay with romanticizing murder in some shows/movies and romanticizing cannibalism in some shows/movies. I didn't see any antiship throw hands the moment someone said "I like Hannibal" although it romanticize cannibalism. It's weird, isn't it?

Antishippers say "shipping fictional minor x adult ships is gross and disgusting" "shipping fictional incest ships is gross and disgusting" and "shipping X is gross and digusting" while being okay with telling real people to kill themselves. While being okay with telling real people "you should be raped" "you should be tortured" "you should burn in hell" and more things. Do you even pay attention to your actions and the actions of other people? How shipping two characters is worse than telling a real person "kill yourself"????

Antishippers say "you are gross" "you need help" "you're insane" "you need therapy" while being the ones who tell proshippers "you deserve to have trauma" "you deserved to be raped" (for those proshippers who were raped and were told they deserved it by antis- I'm so sorry). I'm no therapist, but if I were I would honestly find more disturbing an anti saying "kys" to a real person than a proshipper liking problematic fictional content.

Antishippers say "protect the children" "children could see this and think it's okay" "victims of pedophiles/abuse don't deserve someone romanticizing their trauma". You have no right to claim you want to protect children when you're harassing or telling children to kill themselves. Because yes, in the proship community there are minors. And no, they haven't been groomed into being a proship. Actually, if anything, they would have been groomed into being an antiship because they're scared of people telling them "kys" "you're a pedo" "you're fucking disgusting". And what are children doing in Tumblr/AO3/Wattpad anyways? They're not supposed to be here. They're not supposed to see content not made for them. If they are in these websites, I'm worried about why their parents aren't there to tell them "this is not a safe place for you". And if people were hurt by real pedophiles or were abused, I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry for them. But why the hell they're seeing fictional content that triggers them? If it upsets them, then block the content, ignore its existence, and trust me, you will feel less upset and more happy.

Antishippers say "you deserve to be harassed" "if you don't want to be harassed then stop being weird" "if you don't want to be harassed then stop sharing that type of content". Do you realize you sound like those people who say "if you don't want to be harassed for being gay, then don't be gay" "if you don't want to be harassed for being trans, then don't be trans" "if you don't want to be bullied, then stop being a weirdo", right? Or you didn't realize that?

Antishippers say "this ship is fucking gross" "this ship is fucking disgusting". I'm sorry, didn't you see the thing that said "block button" "filter tags"? Because you can do that. If you don't like some kind of content, use the filter tags/block button. Watch the content you want to see. Use the block button and filter the tags. Search for the ships you like instead of the ships you don't like. I forgot something? Oh yeah. Use. the. block. button. and filter. the. tags.

Antishippers say "why there are so many fics of these ships on AO3?" "why people are so gross?" "why people have to write about this?". Bro- I'm sorry that you didn't realize before but- AO3. IS. A. FUCKING. WEBSITE. FOR. PROSHIPPERS. So don't start with the "Proship DNI" in your tags because AO3 is a PROSHIP web. If you don't like it, GET OUT of AO3 and go WATTPAD or FANFICTION. AO3 is for PROSHIPPERS and we're TIRED of your "Proship DNI" bullshit.

Antiship community is honestly one of the worst communities I've ever seen. There's no other community so inmoral, digusting, and horrible in the Internet.

To my proshippers fellows, if I forgot something antis say you're free to add it.

I am the one. I'm gonna do some fanarts, yay.

okay maybe another one before i get to drawing something