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lillylvjy · 2 years ago

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Wilbur getting upset because he doesn't see you at his concert when you'd promised you'd be there, only for you to have been backstage the entire time????

So sorry this took so long….. burned out things 🤭

But this is so good gapple!! And I enjoyed writing it

Warnings// kissing, making out, swearing, a little hint of angst, sexual innuendos, but nothing big! Tell me if I missed anything:)

Not edited and I tried adding the rest of the band but I don’t like that part at all😔

True love (and understanding)

“Wilbur! I swear I’ll be there! I just won’t be there for sound check. I’ll be there before you go onstage. I promise.” You promised to Wil as he put his guitar on his back and looked at you.

“Ok. I just really want you to be there. It’s a big gig.” He said while grabbing his bag and coming back over to you.

“I know! And I’ll be there. I promise. This won’t take long.” You said pointed at your work you have to finish by tonight. Of course your boss gives you loads of work to do on the day of one of the biggest gigs their doing this year. James was opening for them today and there were going to be news reporters there today too. Wilbur was stressed and he needed you there with him. It’s like when he looks at you, he knows everything will be ok no matter what.

“You better be. I need my before-gig kiss. It’s my good luck charm.” He said, with a smile on his face.

You took his hands in yours. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I’ll be there cheering you on.” You kissed his knuckles. He smiled at you as he took his hand and placed it on your cheek.

“I love you.” He said while leaning down and gently putting your lips together. The kiss was shorter than he would’ve liked it to be but you were shooing him out the door.

“I love you too. But you need to go before the guys get mad at you again for being late.” You opened the door for him as he rolled his eyes and huffed.

“They can’t blame for wanting to love on you!” He whined as he turned around to look at you. You smiled and raised your eyebrows. “Ok fine, I’m leaving. I’ll see you later darling.” Wilbur leaned down and gave you one last peck on the lips before walking off.

You sighed and went back over to the dining table. Let’s do this thing.

A couple hours later and Wilbur texted you that sound check went well and they have an hour until the band went on.

Shit. You still have around 2 dozen more pages to do.

You quickly do the pages as fast, yet efficiently, as you can.

30 minutes.

You submit the work and close your laptop as you sprint to grab your coat and purse as fast as you can, lock the apartment up and drive to the place.

10 minutes.

You check your phone as you curse yourself for not finishing faster. You rush to the side of the building and open the door into the back rooms.

You rushed around trying to find then band until you ran into Jack.

“Jack! Where’s Wilbur?!” You said, out of breath and rushed.

“Oh uh! They’re already on stage I think. Why?” He asked looking at you concerned.

“No! No,no,no! He’s going to hate me.” You said looking at your watch.

1 minute.

Shit!

“Ok, thank you I’ll see you in a bit! I promise!” You yelled as you ran to the stage.

You say James and ran up to me as you heard “Concrete” start to play.

“Shit.” You said as you frowned.

“Y/n? Where have you been?” James asked you, knowing about the before show ritual. “Wilbur had a nervous break down and almost cancelled the show!” James explains to you.

“I know! I’m sorry! I’m not very happy either! I got caught up with work.” You explained as you looked at Wilbur.

He didn’t look as pumped up as usual. Don’t get me wrong, he still looked excited and thrilled! But there was something missing. He looked upset. To say the least. Disappointed. You couldn’t blame him. You promised. You never broke promises. And he doesn’t even know you’re here.

“Just surprise him afterwards. It’ll make him feel 10 time better. He’ll have his “after show” adrenaline.” You laughed. One thing you loved about Wilbur preforming was his after show adrenaline. He was like a bee. Buzzing all about the show. How much he loved it, how they all played good, what they could’ve done better and what he could’ve done better. He just always had something to add. And you loved it. You loved how he payed attention to the little things . To the minor details barely anyone would catch. That’s one of your favorite things about him.

After the show, you waited for the band to come off stage with James. As Mark came off first, he stopped in his tracks when he saw you, but quickly jogged up to you and hugged you with a smile. You didn’t really mind how sweaty they’d all be. You were used to it.

“Ah! You were here the whole time, weren’t ya?!” He asked you.

“Yeah! Well I came a little bit late but I was here! You guys did amazing like always!” You smiles at Mark as he got pushed to the side.

Joe.

“You almost made him cancel the show…..” he said while smiling. “But I swear we could all tell you were here. Damn you y/n! You have a radiating energy!” Joe said while hugging you. You laughed at him as he went back to the back with the others.

Ash hugged you and looked at you like he needed to talk to you later so you nodded and saluted to him as he laughed. He saluted back and walked off, doing the lovejoy handshake with you.

You looked up and saw Wilbur talking to some fans still. James patted you on the back and told you to follow him. “We’re going to act like we’re having a conversation and see if he notices you. I don’t know how this will play out.” James said as you followed him to the back room where everyone else was and took you into a corner and just started talking to you. About cats. Why cats?

“James are we really talking about cats right now?” You asked him as he looked behind you with a smile.

“Well. Your cat is coming up to you right now.”

“Wait, what do you MEAN!” You squealed the last word as someone picked you up and spun you around. Once you were on the ground you turned around and smiled up at the person. “Hi Wilbur.”

“Hi love. When in the hell did you get here?! I almost-“

“Cancelled the show, I know! And I’m sorry for not being here. I lost track of time and I’m so sorry because I’m always here and I always give you kiss before hand and it helps, at least I think it does, and I didn’t get to and you were probably so nervous and I suck-“

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence. You do not suck at being my partner! You were busy, I get that. If anything I should be mad at myself. I let you and everyone else think you had to be here. As much as it is very nice!” You both laughed. “I don’t need it. All I need, is to know that you’re cheering me, us, on. Don’t blame yourself please. I love you. So so much.” Wilbur finished as he leaned down and kissed you. He holds your waist as you lean up to meet his lips and deepen the kiss. As you ran your hands through his hair, his grip on you tightened as you both continued.

“Ok. Maybe not in the middle of the room where everyone can see you.” James said in a monotoned voice.

You both break part quickly and look at James. He had a smirk on his face as he winked at you both. “There’s a storage closet back there. I’m just saying.” He says as he walks off. You laugh as you look back over at Wilbur. He had a glint in his eye. It bordered on playful and deviant. Your face fell as you shook your head.

“Wilbur no!” You pleaded, but he was already pulling you towards the closet.

“Have fun love birds!” James yelled.

“Screw you!” You yelled back.

Wilbur opened the closet and pulled you inside. You looked at him with raised eyebrows. “So…. What are we doing in here?” You asked.

“One to get away from them. And 2, so I can do this without interruptions.” He smirked as he leaned down and kissed you. You smiled into the kiss as you pulled him down to meet his lips more.

Before anything could happen, there was banging on the door. “Never mind! It’s going to have to wait! We’re going out to eat!” James yelled.

Wilbur groaned as you laughed. As you both walked out you pulled Wilbur down by his collar and whispered in his ear. “Later love. I promise.” You said to him as you smirked at him and walked over to Aria.

Wilbur was just standing there with a smirk on his face.

“What happened?” James asked. “I need to know.”

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nova-amor · 1 year ago

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𓈒∘☁︎ ◜ 𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 ◞

𝐜𝐰 — 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐨𝐜! 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭(?), 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 — 𝟓.𝟏𝐤

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐲 & 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞-𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭. 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲. 𝐢’𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 😔

There was a faint ringing in your ears, your eyes straining to count the individual fibers threaded into Peter’s pink bathrobe. There were a few stray strings you resisted the urge to pluck. A faint mystery stain or two embedded into the material that you were sure no amount of Shout spray or Tide detergent could get out.

Had he tried a simple solution of vinegar and Oxy-clean to get the stains out? That always seemed to work on your husband’s clothing; you’d have to relay the information to Mary-Jane next time you saw her. You were sure she had a few household tricks of her own to share too; after being married to a Spider-Man for years, you learn a thing or two about maintaining spandex suits and cleaning up wounds post-missions.

Maybe you should write a book. Yeah, definitely— an instructional booklet detailing the little tips and tricks you had picked up through the years of being married to a superhero. Maybe you could gather a few advisory notes from the other spouses who were willing to share.

You could even get the book published; but what would you name it? “How to Take Care of Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man.”? “The Art of Being a Hero’s Wife.”? Or, “The Good Wife’s Guide: Embracing Your Role as a Superhero’s Nurse, Guy-in-the-Chair, Home-maker.”?

No, none of those sound right. You’d have to think about this one.

“Hey!” Peter’s voice snapped you from your thoughts, your blinks slow as you registered what had happened. How long had you spaced out?

“Earth to Mrs. O’Hara!” There was something special about Peter, something unique to this particular Peter variant. Maybe it was his crooked smile or his kind eyes. Or, maybe it was his keen ability to recognize when someone was upset and offer them help without really offering it— a skill that the other Peters you had met didn’t quite have.

“You doing okay?”

Shuffling in your office chair, the leather material squeaking in synchronization with your nervous adjustments. Were you okay? You had gotten enough sleep the night before, you had your morning coffee, you had no deadlines or mission reports to file, and you nor your husband were being attacked by villains. So, you are okay— you have no reason not to be. Right?

“Sorry, yeah, I’m fine,” You reassured Peter, trying your best to not notice the minuscule frown tugging at his lips. You dodged his heavy gaze, glancing over to your black computer monitor. You reached for the mouse, giving the item a slight wiggle to awaken the computer from its state of rest. “You were asking me something, right? A question?”

Peter’s eyes followed your fingers dance across the keyboard, typing in the password to unlock your computer. It was your wedding date. Peter looked back at you, choosing to ignore how you hesitated to press the final numeral key.

“Yeah, you can say no, but would you and Miguel be willing to watch Mayday for a few hours this Sunday?” inquired Peter as he sought out one of the balls at the end of your mini Newton’s cradle. He drew back the metal ball, far enough that once released, the loud smack of the ball knocking against the other pieces drew your attention back to him in annoyance. Peter offered his signature crooked smile, the gesture serving as a good enough apology.

“I don’t know, Pete,” Your cursor hovered over your email box, a recent notification pinging in the corner. It was most likely another email from your therapist— another Peter variant, funny enough. You had skipped out on the last few planned sessions without notice. “You know how much I love Mayday, but I’d have to talk to Miguel first and the house isn’t equipped for a child’s safety. And, I’m not even sure if Miguel can handle being around kids right after the whole… you-know-what situation.”

Peter nodded, “I totally get that, but I already asked a few friends back on my Earth and Jessica and they said no; and, you know I really wouldn’t be asking if I didn’t have anyone else to turn to,” Oh, so he was going to play that card. “MJ and I haven’t had a night off from taking care of Mayday in months and I want to surprise MJ with a nice date night this weekend. You’d only be watching Mayday for a few hours, promise, and she’s such a sweet kid—”

Peter was quick to pull his phone out from his pocket, “Like, look at this face,” He shoved his phone screen into your face, showcasing an image of Mayday in a baby’s version of a Spider-Man suit to you. You blinked, the picture of the little girl tugging at your heartstrings— she was a cute kid, a perfect combination of her mother’s features and her father’s personality. “Tell me you wouldn’t want to spend a few hours with this cutie! You’re really gonna say no to that smile?”

You grabbed at Peter’s phone, shamelessly scrolling through the dedicated Mayday photo album that housed thousands of images of his child. You loved her bright green eyes, her rosy cheeks, her toothy grins. You couldn’t deny that the idea of taking care of her wasn’t a good one.

As you passed Peter’s phone back to him, you recognized the look of triumph on his face. “Let me at least talk to Miguel first,” You sighed, the smile on his face stretching into a fat grin. “I’ll let you know by tonight, but I can’t guarantee you that he’ll say yes.”

“Good enough for me!” Peter clapped his hands together. The watch on his wrist began to beep rapidly, a signal that there was a new mission on another Earth.

Peter gave you a sheepish smile as a glitchy orange portal appeared behind him, “I’ll talk to you later, okay? Let me know how it goes; see you later!” And, he was off with a quick wave.

The portal closed slowly behind him, the soft hum of the moving universe filling the empty air until it was gone with a mellow whoosh. You turned back to your monitor screen, slinking back into the cushions of your chair. You processed the question over again, your gaze settling on the background image of your computer screen as you mulled over what had just occurred.

It was an image of you and your husband from a few years ago— your arms laced around each other’s waists, large smiles painted across your faces, the two of you clad in all white.

Even the backdrop was a reflection of what a perfect day it had been— the sky cloudless and heaven’s painted a wondrous range of pink, orange, and purple hues, the lake calm and as still as glass beneath your feet.

You could still remember the smell of the sweet air, feel the faint cool breeze on your skin, taste the lingering flavor of your husband’s lips on yours. It had been your wedding day— you two had planned an elopement and held an intimate ceremony on the white sandy beach of Las Coloradas, and then spent the rest of the following week traveling around the northern coast of the Yucatán for your honeymoon.

You had been so happy, so in love, so full of life. Everything was perfect back then. And, if you could reach through the image and teleport back to that time, you would do so in an instant. Without a single moment’s hesitation.

But, your husband hadn’t invented that technology— yet.

“Miguel?” Your knuckles hovered over the closed door of your husband’s office, your feet glued to the wooden hallway floor. You chewed on the inner flesh of your cheek, contemplating whether or not this was an appropriate time to disturb him. But, you had told Peter you would talk with Miguel tonight— and you would rather be damned than let one of your friends down.

“Miguel, I need to ask you a question; can I open the door?” You pressed your ear to the door, craning to hear if there was any noise on the other side. You weren’t even sure if he was home anyway. You had barely seen him all day, only seeing one another in passing in between meetings and mission debriefs. “Miguel, I swear to God—”

“Entra.” You blinked at the sound of his muffled voice. So, he had been home. And, he hadn’t even acknowledged you.

Not wanting to waste another second, you pried open the office door, immediately being greeted by the sight of your husband lounging in his office chair. Your feet were weighed down by lead, unable to bring yourself to step foot into his sacred space. It had been so long since you had been in such close proximity to your husband, not since that fateful night almost a year ago.

“Sorry, I wasn’t trying to interrupt you,” Whether it was by divine intervention or a sudden power boost in confidence, you mustered up the strength to step foot into the lion’s den. Your eyes glazed over the office space, taking in the area that Miguel had been frequenting every night for the last year.

His office was exactly like you had last seen it: the walls painted a rich, deep shade of taupe and lined with certificates and bookshelves; the couch you two had purchased was still tucked into a far corner with an accompanying side table decorated with an old framed photo of you; his desk centered in the room, littered with papers and computer monitors.

Your gaze finally settled on Miguel. Under any other circumstance, you would have playfully complimented his choice in attire— his signature Spider-Man suit replaced with a loose white t-shirt and Spider-Cat pajama pants you had jokingly purchased him years ago. You couldn’t resist finding him a bit cute in that moment; regardless of the tension between you two, you’d do anything to run your fingers through his shaggy hair and plant a kiss or two on the tops of his cheeks.

You couldn’t resist missing your husband.

“Are you going to just stand there and stare?” Miguel’s voice derailed your train of thought, yanking you back into reality. The reality where your husband couldn’t stand to be around you. “Or, are you going to tell me whatever it is you wanted to ask?”

You fought the urge to flinch, the coldness of Miguel’s tone stinging you. “Peter wanted to know if we could watch Mayday this weekend,” You came out quickly, wanting to get this moment done sooner rather than later. The longer you were in his private space, the more hurt you’d end up getting. “I told him I’d talk to you about it first since I wasn’t sure how’d you feel about it. I promised that I’d give him an answer tonight.”

Miguel raised an eyebrow, “Babysit Mayday? You want to watch a baby?”

“Well, yeah,” You answered, slightly taken aback by his question. Everyone knew how much you adored Mayday— you had been glued to Mary-Jane’s side through the entirety of her pregnancy, even being one of the first people allowed into the room after Mayday’s birth. Since Mayday’s arrival, you had been there for the Parker family through every major event in Mayday’s life and they had always welcomed you with open arms in return. Especially after the situation with Miguel.

“You know better than anyone how much I love Mayday,” You added. “And, Peter and MJ have always been good friends to me— to us. The least I— The least we could do is watch Mayday for a few hours for them.”

“When?” Miguel averted his gaze from you, focusing in on one of his many computer screens. You didn’t even have to ask, your gut already knowing exactly what he was looking at. It was a picture of her.

“This weekend. I’ll have to talk and get more details from Peter first and then I’ll be able to tell you what the plan is,” You fiddled with the edge of your shirt, attempting to direct your attention to anything other than your husband’s activities. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

Miguel’s eyebrows furrowed, his jaw hardening as he turned his attention back to you. “Yeah, I’m fine with it. Why wouldn’t I be?” He asked sharply.

You nodded, “I’m just asking,” You took a deep breath. “I just know that being around Mayday or any child has been tough for you since… the incident. And, I just want to make sure you’ll be comfortable with it.”

“I said I’m fine with it. And, if that’s all,” Miguel’s mental and emotional walls shot back up, closing you off and preventing you from being able to reach him any further. God, you’d do anything to catch just a glimpse of what was going through his mind.

“Remember to close the door on your way out.”

The rest of your evening was spent tucked in between your bed sheets with a glass of wine and a book. You tried to ignore the gaping hole in your heart, drowning your sorrows away with an expensive bottle of Bordeaux and a fantasy novel you had been recommended by one of your friends.

Yet, you couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of the space next to you. It lacked Miguel’s familiarity and warmth, the mattress cold and devoid of any fragment of his presence. You couldn’t even remember the last time he had slept in the same bed as you, the nights having blurred together as you had spent the majority of them in tears.

“LYLA!” You called out to Miguel’s A.I. assistant, her small figure appearing on Miguel’s nightstand. You set your book down on once used to Miguel’s pillow, downing the rest of your wine before devoting your attention to the A.I. being.

“LYLA, what’s Miguel been up to?” You questioned, the small figure glitching in and out for a brief moment before appearing closer beside you. “I know Miguel put up a privacy shield to prevent me from knowing what he’s been doing; but, is there any way you can give me a hint into his life?”

LYLA tapped her chin with her forefinger, taking a seat on the edge of your book. She crossed one leg over another, “I guess it wouldn’t go against my programming if I told you what he hasn’t been doing.”

You smiled at that. Regardless of whom LYLA was programmed to follow, Miguel had also created her to be independent enough to formulate her thoughts and opinions— a feature you were sure he regretted now and again.

“No, no, it wouldn’t.”

With a flick of her wrist, LYLA displayed a series of images above her— recorded moments of her spent with your husband. The images revolved in a slow scroll, displaying various situations where Miguel had ordered LYLA to project holographic images of the girl that captured his heart a year ago.

“LYLA, this needs to stop,” You whispered to the A.I. figure, flicking through the images and short video clips. Many of them were recreated memories of Miguel spending time with the girl, the sight of his wide smile infecting your heart like a disease.

The most recent image, dated just a few days ago, was of Miguel spending time with a programmed holograph of the girl. He appeared happy, smiling at the figure and laughing at something she had said. Yet, you knew your husband well enough to recognize how the light never met his eyes, those crimson eyes stormy and filled with an unmistakable sadness.

You sighed, sinking back into your pillows. Bringing your hands up to your face, you gripped onto your face, allowing the rush of emotions to wash over you like a tidal wave dragging you out to see. After a moment, you finally let out a deep breath, peeking back down to LYLA.

She seemed just as upset, toying with the edges of the small case on her phone. “It’s getting worse,” She relayed to you, her lips pursed as she moved closer to you. She then glitched to appear atop your shoulder, the faint ghost of her presence lingering by her cheek. She was trying to comfort you, and she couldn’t even touch you. “When he isn’t on missions, he’s cooped up in his office— rewatching the videos he made with her, utilizing the holograph systems to recreate her. But, it isn’t enough for him. I think he’s planning to look to other universes to find her.”

You blinked, craning your neck to the side to get a proper look at LYLA. “He can’t do that, LYLA,” You snapped at her, your tone a bit harsher than you had intended. You were quick to offer an apology, which she returned with a small smile. “It’s just— He knows the dangers of interacting with another version of her. He could destroy her world again, he’d lose her again. It’d destroy him all over again.”

“I know, but you know how Miguel is,” LYLA turned her gaze away from you, looking towards the framed image of you and Miguel on your nightstand. The photo had been taken right before your engagement, before you learned of his identity as Nueva York’s Spider-Man. Before he discovered the multiverse. “Once he gets an idea in his head, it’s hard to get him to not pursue it. He’s so stubborn that way.”

You nodded, the weight of defeat heavy on your shoulders.

“Yeah, I know,” You breathed out. “It’s one of the reasons why I married him.”

“And, here’s her backpack,” Mayday giggled in your arms, her big emerald eyes beaming at you with a toothy grin on her face. She toyed with the strings of your hoodie, wrapping the strings around her chubby fingers before tugging on them. “I packed a ton of diapers and toys and snacks and a change of clothes if she needs them and,”

You turned your attention to Peter, offering him a reassuring smile. “Peter, I think she’s good,” Mayday cooed in agreement. “You’re just going to be gone for a few hours, you didn’t need to pack the entirety of her life away for just a handful of hours.”

“I know, but,” Peter sighed, his shoulders sagging. He reached out to poke Mayday’s rosy cheek, earning an amused giggle in return. He smiled at that. “I’m just nervous, it’s the first time me and MJ are going to be away from her. And, anything can happen. And, I just really want tonight to go well and—”

“Dude,” You interrupted him, cradling Mayday close to your chest with one hand while the other found a place on Peter’s shoulder. You gave it a light squeeze, offering him an empathic smile. “Tonight’s going to go perfectly, Peter, so stop stressing so much. Plus, Mayday is going to have the time of her life with Tía [y/n] and Tío Miguel. Right, mi pequeña araña?” You raised Mayday to your lips, planting a soft kiss on her squishy cheek. Her toothy grin grew impossibly wider, basking in the warmth of your affection.

“Now, don’t you have a date to catch?” You teased, referring to the time on his watch. Peter cursed, summoning a portal back to his universe.

“Call me, text me, email me, I don’t care. If you or Mayday need something, please don’t hesitate to reach out.” Peter pressed a kiss to Mayday’s forehead, his faint stubble tickling her forehead. He then turned to take a step into the portal, pausing for a moment to look back at you and his daughter. “Oh, and another thing—”

“Peter B. Parker, leave my universe right now!” You playfully ordered, extending your pointer finger in the direction of the swirling vortex.

Peter shook his head with a smile, “Yeah yeah, I’m leaving. Love you both!”

And, with a hushed whoosh, the portal vanished— leaving you alone with just Mayday by your side.

“Well,” You tucked your hands under Mayday’s armpits, propping her up into an upright position. “What do you want to do now, May?”

Mayday could only offer you a babbled answer in return.

The next few hours passed in a blur, your time occupied by Mayday and her little shenanigans. You didn’t realize just how difficult it was to manage a Spider-kid; at her current age, she was already starting to shoot organic webs from her wrists and crawl all over the walls like her father.

You spent the majority of your afternoon chasing after her and prying her off the kitchen cabinets, doing your best to entertain her with normal activities like watching kid shows and playing with toys. But, Mayday wasn’t a normal child that could be entertained with such feeble methods.

“Maydayyy,” You whined as Mayday crawled around the living room ceiling. You weren’t even sure how she had managed to get up there in the first place, you had looked away from her for a single second to grab the TV remote and somehow she had ended up swinging back and forth on your chandelier. “Mayday Parker! Don’t make me call your dad!”

“What’s going on?” Miguel’s voice interrupted the moment, capturing both your attention and Mayday’s. The toddler shot a web at Miguel, swinging herself into his arms.

“Mayday’s been off the walls,” You sighed, plopping down to sit on the edge of your coffee table. “I forgot how draining it can be to babysit.”

Miguel adjusted the toddler in his arms, breathing out a soft whistle. His eyes glazed over the current state of the living room— toys littering the floor, the TV playing an episode of some child’s show called Bluey, and a few spilled snacks embedded into the carpet.

“You take a break,” Miguel shrugged, looking back at you. His face was devoid of any expression, yet his eyes were brewing a storm you couldn’t quite decipher. “I’ll take it from here.”

“But, Miguel,” You wanted to put up a protest. You were perfectly capable of watching Mayday. You had been doing so the entirety of the afternoon before he arrived.

Miguel shook his head, craddling Mayday in his strong arms. “It’s alright, [y/n],” Mayday reached up to toy with one of the buttons on Miguel’s shirt. You couldn’t but notice how form-fitting Miguel’s polo shirt was, your eyes raking over the sight of the sleeves straining around his thick biceps. “If you want to help, just get dinner started or something. I’ll take care of Mayday.” He assured you.

Without another word, you left for the kitchen— your heart sinking further into the black hole forming in your chest. You were supposed to be watching Mayday together, taking care of her together. Yet, per usual, Miguel had taken complete control of the situation and shut you out.

As you rummaged through the kitchen in search of ingredients to begin the dinner process, a flood of emotions washed over you. The memories of the last time Miguel had tried to control you coming back.

It had been after she died. When Miguel’s emotions were still high and unpredictable. For a month after her death, Miguel had lashed out at everyone and everything— micromanaging the entirety of the Spider society down to the finest details. Like everyone else, you had been forced to endure Miguel’s terrible attitude with an empathetic face— yet, unlike everyone else who was able to escape Miguel’s short-temper and mood swings after work, you had deal with it at home as well.

One particular evening though, after weeks of walking around on eggshells with your husband around, you had finally snapped at Miguel. The words still rang clear in your head as you recalled them, as if you had witnessed the moment through a third-perspective rather than as yourself.

“She wasn’t even your daughter!” You yelled at your husband, hot tears brimming at the edges of your eyes. Your skin scorching hot, frustration pulsing through you so hard and fast that your hands shook by your sides. After one too many times of your husband lashing out on you, it was time he got dealt the same cards. “You didn’t even want a kid up until you met her.”

“That’s not true.” Miguel bit back, rolling his scarlet red eyes. He was seated at the dining room table, the table acting as a great divider between you two. “I wanted kids— I want kids. But, you waited until the last second to tell me you didn’t want any. And, I wanted you so much, I was willing to put aside the idea of having kids so I could be with you. I sacrificed my dream to be with you.”

“I did not wait until the second, Miguel, I made it clear from the beginning that I didn’t want kids.” You retorted, curling your lip down in disgust. Choosing to ignore his usage of past tense in referral to you, you continued to push through— you needed Miguel to open up. This was the furthest he had done so since her death. “I told you before our engagement, I didn’t want kids. And, you said were okay with it. And, you were okay with is up until a couple of months when you met her. And, now because she’s dead, you want to use my womb as a factory and recreate her? That’s not going to happen.”

“You’re going to change your mind.” Miguel leaned back into his chair. “You’re going to change your mind in five, ten years and its going to be too late. And, you’re going to regret not having kids.”

You tilted your head back, closing your eyes. You were mentally exhausted, “I’m not going to change my mind. And, I’m not going to regret having kids.” You sighed. “Because I choose me. And, you choose me too when you decided to marry me even after I told you I didn’t want kids. And, if you’re having regrets about our marriage, I need to know now.”

Miguel stayed silent. A heavy pause lingering in the air between you.

“You regret our marriage?”

Your hands were wrinkled and covered in soap, the rushing water from the faucet filling the still air. The house was cold and quiet once again since Peter had just picked Mayday up a few moments prior. You had spent the past few minutes after their departure holed up in the kitchen, washing the dishes and pans you had used for dinner.

“Do you need help?” You turned your head in Miguel’s direction, his towering frame hovering in the doorway of the kitchen.

You shrugged your shoulders, holding a dripping plate out to him. Miguel was quick to take the item from your hands, grabbing a nearby kitchen towel to dry it off before placing it in the dish rack. You two stood there in heavy silence, your bodies moving in tandem with the assembly line you had formed.

“Miguel,” You broke the silence, Miguel’s hands stilling at the sound of your voice. You continued to wash the dishes, piling them on the side of the sink for him to dry. “What if we had a baby?”

Miguel blinked, taken aback. “¿Un bebé? ¿Desde cuándo querías un bebé?” He inquired, resuming his task of drying the dishes.

“Since I found you out you were re-creating Gabriella with holographs,” You stated, twisting the handle of the faucet to turn the water off. You reached for another kitchen towel to dry your hands off.

“How do you—?”

“LYLA.”

Miguel nodded, finishing the final dish and setting it into a slot along the dish rack to air dry. “[Y/n], I,” Miguel paused, pondering over what words he should say next. He was tongue-tied, unsure of how to go about the situation. “I just miss her so much and,”

“And, I never let you use me to re-create her. So you with the next best alternative,” You stated, clenching the edges of the kitchen counter. You couldn’t bring yourself to meet his gaze. It’d hurt too much. “And, if re-creating your daughter is going to make you love me again, be healthy and better again— so fucking be it.”

“[Y/n]...”

“Miguel, you want Gabriella back and I’m telling you I’m willing to give her to you.” You sucked in a deep breath, trying to maintain the steadiness in your voice. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“That isn’t what I want.” He answered.

“Don’t lie to me right now, Miguel,” You hissed. “You've been pushing me away, shutting me out for a year now. Ever since she died, you haven’t been the same and I’m offering you the chance to see her again.”

“Stop,” Miguel snapped at you, the sharp edge of his canines gleaming under the kitchen lights. “We had a good day. Why are you trying to ruin it by bringing this up?”

“Ruin it?” You placed a hand over your heart, a faux gasp of disbelief leaving your lips. “I’m ruining your day?”

“You’re not, I just…” Miguel slinked back from you. “I think we’d better off talking about this later.”

“But when is later good for you, Miguel? When I asked you about her universe, you always said you’d tell me later. When you would leave to go see her, not returning for hours or even days, my questions about where you were or how long you would be there were met with an “I’ll tell you later.” When Gabriella died, I asked you how you said ‘later.’ When our counselor asked how you were feeling, and what you were doing to cope, you said that you needed time to grieve now and let me in later. Later has been months, Miguel,” You exhaled shakily, wiping your rebel tears away with the back of your hand.

You looked up to Miguel, your heart aching at the sight of his frown. “I can’t wait any later, Miguel, I can’t. I’ve been trying to wait on you, I’ve given you space, I’ve given you time to grieve, I’ve given you everything that I have and try to be. Except for one thing. A baby. If giving you a baby will make you love me again, so be it. Let’s not wait for later. Let’s do it right now. Let’s have a baby.”

Miguel hesitated to answer, unsure how to proceed through such murky waters.

“You almost left me for Gabriella because I wouldn’t give you a child. You almost died when she died. And, I’ve stayed by your side through this entire time, supporting you, giving you space,” You reached out to grab at Miguel’s shirt, the fabric wrinkling by your grip. “The last thing I can offer you is to have a baby because I just want to make you happy again. I just want my husband back.”

Miguel’s arms wrapped around your body, holding you close with a tight embrace. You breathed in his scent, the familiar aromas of patchouli and cedar seeping into every fiber of your being, calming your mind and breaths. You relaxed into him; his arms had always been your sanctuary.

“I hate it when you cry, amorcito,” Miguel pressed his nose to the crown of your head, burying his face into your hair. He breathed in your scent, his muscles tensing all around you. It was as if he was scared you were going to disappear from his arms.

“I’m so sorry,” His voice wavered. “I’m so sorry I made you feel like this. I never meant to do this to you— I just didn’t know what to do, what to feel.”

“Miguel,” His name left your lips like a whispered prayer. You craned your neck back to peer up at him, his glossy ruby eyes meeting you.

“Let me speak, mi alma, it’s my turn.” The walls around Miguel’s heart and mind came crashing down, his face contorting into an expression of pain and sorrow. You reached up to cradle the underside of his ear, your thumb passing gently over his jawline in long, soothing strokes.

“I owe you so many apologies. I’ve been such a terrible husband, such a terrible person. Instead of pushing you away, I should have held you closer;” Miguel announced. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering against your skin. “I never meant to make you feel unwanted or unloved. I love you so much, amorcito. Más que nada en el universo.”

“I don’t want you to ever feel like you have to give up any aspect of your life for me. I know having kids isn’t something you want, and I’m so sorry I made you feel that the only way I’d stay with you is by having a baby,” Miguel continued. “ I became so obsessed with the feeling of being unconditionally loved, unconditionally wanted, that I forgot that I already had someone in my life who already did so. You’re the only important thing in my life. You’re the only one I love and care for. And I promise to never take you for granted, I promise to do better for you.”

Miguel’s promise was spoken through a few whimpers, his eyes brimming with tears. You continued to stroke Miguel’s cheek, reaching up to him by the tips of your toes to press a chaste kiss to his lips. Miguel chased after the loving sensation, dipping his head to capture your lips in a passionate kiss.

He whimpered against your lips, the kiss salty and sloppy from your tears mixing. The pain in your heart slowly seeped away, being replaced by the intense rush of love you still held for him.

“Miguel,” The sound of his name elicited another tremble from him, his tears slowing. You kissed his cheeks, kissing away his tears and grief. “Te quiero también.”

Miguel clung to you harder, your head returning to its restful spot on his chest. You two stood there for a lifetime, holding onto the torn fabrics of your marriage.

There was still so much for you two to discuss, so many thoughts and emotions to reveal. Yet, at least, you were able to acknowledge the mistakes in your relationship and take the first leap to rebuilding your marriage. And, this time, you’d be able to do it together.

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zenia62 · 29 days ago

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Guys, I’m sorry but I’ll be inactive for a few days from now 😔 I’m still in big shock like crazy. That was a new phone btw I just got it on my bday. Long story short if y’all interested; Basically I went to the national library to take pictures of Daendels book but on the lift this sus dude was too close to me n I didn’t realize that he was stealing my phone I thought he was abt to harassed me or smth but I was wrong 😭 The security is not helpful at all they saw the guy but didn’t stop him cus there is no report of missing phone when they saw him. I was like??? Better be careful than like this. Dude it took the ppl in the 14th floor (The floor I’m at) 5 minutes to report. By the time the security came the guy ran away already. My father already blocked all of my emails n blocked my number on that phone so it should be save for now. Lesson learned; I’m not going back there again no matter what I’ll just work on whatever I have taken 2 years ago. Indonesia was never a safe place guys be real w me 🫠 We are mostly filled w uneducated ppl that steals for life n those here who planned to go to national library, be very careful w your phone n stuffs just hold them in your hand all the time. In my defense, the lift was so fucking small so everyone was cramped together. Maybe they should improve their public place instead of corrupting shit 💩 I’m planning to move to other country after I finish college so yeah. I’m NOT going to miss this country at all. Anyways, thank you for hearing me rant abt the situation, sorry for the bad words n stay safe everyone 🌙

#daendels #news #rant post #vent post #indonesia

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ghostofskywalker · 2 years ago

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Bestieeeeee hi!! I’m sorry your semester’s been so rough 😔 sending all the love in the world your way, and I hope you have the best time ever with your writing!! ❤️❤️❤️

Could I request a Poe fic, maybe where it’s his or the reader’s first time seeing snow? Or maybe just a picnic in some nice weather, to celebrate spring FINALLY arriving lol. Whatever you’re feeling! 💗💗

thank you! i'm just trying to remember that it'll be over in a few weeks, and then summer will be here!

words: 660

summary: poe surprises you with a picnic.

poe dameron masterlist

Spring Surprises

“Can I take this blindfold off now?” You had been wearing it for a concerningly long time, and the fact that Poe had just shown up at your quarters and practically demanded that you follow him was already a little concerning. When you left the base building and he handed you a blindfold, that confusion and concern grew tenfold.

“No, we’re not there yet!” Poe said. His tone was exasperated, but to his credit, you had basically just been asking him the same few questions the entire time. When you were flying your X-Wing against a battalion of First Order fighters you trusted your best friend with your life, right now you were a little worried about what was about to happen.

Although, given recent events, you weren’t sure if “best friend” was the correct title for Poe at this point. After a night of drinking and revelry with the other rebels had gotten out of hand, the two of you had shared a kiss in the hallway outside of your quarters, and you hadn’t really gotten the chance to discuss it yet. The feeling of his lips against yours was still so fresh in your mind, and you desperately wanted to know how he felt about you (and if things would be moving further) but you also didn’t want to be rejected. And honestly, being led through the woods outside the base with a blindfold over your eyes felt a little bit like all the rejection you needed. If he was going to tell you that he didn’t feel the same way, a simple message to your datapad would have sufficed.

The weather was nice at least. You could feel the sunlight on your skin and a soft breeze rustled through the area, running over your skin in a pleasing manner. You could hear the birds chirping and the sound of a nearby creek running, and decided that even if this day turned out to be terrible, at least the weather was nice. It had been too cold recently, and it hadn’t helped that you had recently gotten back from a mission on Hoth, so anything was nice compared to that climate.

After what felt like forever, you heard Poe tell you to stop and take the blindfold off. It took a few moments for your eyes to adjust to the light, and you almost couldn’t believe what you saw.

Laid out among a patch of lush grass, was a blue and white blanket, and the biggest basket you had ever seen in your life was laying on top of it. “What is all this?” you asked quietly, turning to Poe.

“I wanted to take you someplace nice for our first date,” he said bashfully. “But unfortunately we’re kind of stuck in a galactic war right now, so a full vacation was out of the question. The general helped me set this up though, and neither of us have to report to any kind of duty today.”

You were almost lost for words, but one of the things he said stuck out in your mind. “Our first date?”

“Yeah,” he responded. “Did you not want to-”

“No!” you said, cutting him off. “Poe, I like you more than anyone else here, and I definitely want to be on a date with you, I just thought you didn’t feel the same way when you didn’t say anything to me after the kiss.”

“I wanted to say something, but I also wanted to surprise you,” he said, reaching down to take your hand.

You leaned in close to place a kiss on his cheek before walking over to the blanket and sitting down. “I think you’ve successfully accomplished that, flyboy. Now, are you going to join me or am I going to sit here and enjoy this weather all by myself?”

The smile on his face grew even more as he sat down, and you never wanted this moment to end.

- the end -

#2023 spring ficlets 🐝#poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x you #poe dameron fanfiction #poe dameron x gender neutral reader #star wars fanfiction #star wars x reader

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wqxianvents · 11 months ago

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// CONTAINS COMMENTARY AND PICTURES OF TEARS OF THEMIS NEW EVENT: “ENDURING LIGHT.”

This is only the Prologue section I talk about in this one, aha and I ALRWDY HAVE SM TO TALK ABTR

first of all, another group event of course, you love to see it and they’re being dorks but in a cooler way already 💃 also btw happy new year!! hope it’s been treating y’all well already :]<3

okay so i’m going into this event basically being sus of everyone at this point LMAO, i don’t even trust our boys tbh - anything could happen and i’m excited! everytime there’s a big event i always am like “ugh… not another one i have to drain energy into and it isn’t even that interesting” (respectfully). like the last one on the train? i didn’t really care much about it, the only things that interested me were nxx being all up on eachother (exaggerating)

basically i prepare myself to be disappointed, which might sound messed up but tbh the events have only been hittin recently (for me) because of the fact that they’re not having nxx be at eachother’s throats lol. (not saying the past ones weren’t good though and that none of the recent ones were a miss bc again, i didnt fully enjoy the train event)

this one already had me though 😭 got me gagged, the ui is so fucking cool - the card system?? the OUTFITS make me wanna CHOMP my phone (esp luke’s… smth- smth abt it is just. hm, delectable). also baby davis always appearing is so cute his little “hello, miss… uh, i mean, little boss!” LMAO that is my son!!!

ANYGAYS we always have to start off with Marius talking about something going on ‘round town, intended to invite his lovely lady but of course the boys have to interrupt and say hey, where is our invitation??? 🤗 you love to see it

jxjddh “i didn’t ask you guys” LMFAO HE IS SO DONEEE - artem, vyn: “oh really? let me hit you with this comeback. give me my invitation.”, like why are they so angy ARENT YALL RICH? GET YOUR OWN INVITATION 😭😭 i just adore the difference here though like, luke is the one purely excited here and not just “oh, aha, trying to get alone with rosa? how about: no.” but vyn is like 😭 “okay, shit, thanks for the invitation, marius.”

ARTEM MINDING HIS OWN BUSINESS BY HIS COMPUTER AND DECIDING TO INSERT HIMSELF INTO THE CONVERSATIONNN. they’re silly billies.

of course we needed our typical marluke banner 🥺

“Without us, who would you team up with?” did he just call marius friendless or can i also mix that with delulu poly nxx and add a hint of, “bitch who else are you planning to invite? we are RIGHT here” LMFAO

“Luke, are things at work slow lately?” 😭😭😭 i have tears in my eyes u were gonna invite him anyway shut up

i want a group event where the guys don’t butt in just to see if marius invites them anyway HAAHSJS like he just has the stuff ready for the boys just in case they butt in again, but one time they don’t and he’s just confused 😭

kicking my feet, he loves them all dearly. they’re my babies, my lil ol family!!

ANYWAYS… we’re here. Li Hotel 🤨 && again, the wayyy i was entranced with everything omg obsessed obsessed. BY THE WAY i already suspect that the letter-friend is reporter pearce 🤨🤨 don’t ask me for proper reasoning besides the fact that they reveal the letter-friend is a guy LMAO

&& shares the same life goal (wanting to travel around the world) as little boss 😔💜 but who knows…

alright last two things ✨ nxx boys lowkey teasing rosa by being in character HAHAHDJ (NOT ME POSTING THE WEONG PICTURE AND MAKING MYSELF SAD)

same, rosa, same 😭 (and the invitation card?? zoo wee mama- the way that marius was the only one who kept his eyes on rosa thoughhj hejeejnffk GRRR. okay sorry. NAUR and the luke stare 😔 marluke strikes my heart once again!!! WHY IS VYN ALL THE WAY UP THERE BTW)

anyways. last but not least, this isn’t technically apart of the prologue but it’s when Davis takes you on a little tour as always to show you the event and there is one part where you can have discussions with the boys. you click on luke by default but the first conversation option you have, he talks about this:

&& this actually made me tear up pretty bad 😭 then i had a whiplash and went “OHH THE FUCKING CARD” LMFAOO,, LIKE WHY WOULD HYV DO THIS TO ME 😞 i love the parallels luke always has with his au cards though ugh, makes me depressed in the right way(??)

like his birthday card (the name is itching my brain, i can’t remember) and in his bday event there was a mirror and sword (i believe) that appeared 😔 now this… sobbing throwing up, do NOT TOUCH ME

ARE YOU TELLING ME HE ACTUALLY DIES IN THE CARD STOOFPFPFDB??? THAT HE DOESN’T SAY HE LOVES HER? WHAT IS THIS. punching the floor. DO THEY ALL DIE? I THOUGHT ARTEM AT LEAST LIVES…. AM I MIXING UP CARDS…. see what this event is doing to me already 😔

ojay. i’m done here, had to write the thoughts out brrr, imma go finish reading the event now 🌚 toodles (unless u can read the vyn spoiler below)

HUGE CARD SPOILERS BELOW: VYN [MEDIEVAL SUSPENSE]

OHHbajdhd and adding on why I’m not trusting anyone - even our boys - in this event is because this event reminds me too much of a card that Vyn has. A group of folks in this card are acting and Vyn’s character ended up being the killer. I won’t leave my thoughts on the card but this is why I’m sus of everyone 😔

#tears of themis #tot #tears of themis spoilers #!tot events #pookie bears i love them dearly #also these cards… i was like… im not gonna pull but holy fuck rosa is so FINE in all of them #the GRIP this woman has on me #it should have been ME in those cards 😡#anygays #having high hopes for this event fjfjd it is so cool already love the concept #gives me war flashbacks to vyn’s card though 😔 pls… hyv have mercy thankies #i think i am mixing the cards up with the train event though and now i’m scared that these cards do not actually have happy endings 😭😭 NOOO

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phoenix-downer · 1 year ago

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I Really Could Stay Chapter 2

I Really Could Stay: ~1250 words. Kairi finds out Sora won't be home in time for Christmas and wonders about their future together.

Story Info: Sora/Kairi. Set Post-Canon. Alternating POVs. Established Relationship. Light Angst, Romance, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Healing, Christmas.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

No matter the time of year, the Mysterious Tower always felt eerie and spooky. The sky was a miasma of multicolored gasses and the grass outside was unnaturally vibrant. It never withered and wasn’t covered in a blanket of snow the way Twilight Town currently was. If Kairi didn’t know today’s date, she would’ve thought it was the middle of summer. This place never changed.

After hitting her pauldron to make her Keyblade armor disappear, she dutifully climbed up the winding spiral staircase of the tower. The halls were empty except for Donald and Goofy, but she knew Master Yen Sid was well aware of her arrival. Time to report to him that her latest mission had been a success.

She found him seated at his desk at the top of the tower as per usual. He was very pleased by her news, but his news for her was not so pleasing.

“Sora isn’t back yet?” She couldn’t help the disappointment in her voice. It was December 23rd already, and she’d rushed back from her mission in the hopes of surprising him and going home together. He was supposed to be finished. Had something happened?

“My apologies, Kairi,” Master Yen Sid said, and to his credit, he did sound sorry. “Something of the utmost importance came up, and I had to send him and Riku on another mission. I don’t expect them back until the day after Christmas.”

“I see.” Well, there was no point waiting around the Mysterious Tower for them then. Donald and Goofy were still here, so she’d ask them to give her a ride home. That seemed less lonely than taking the Lanes Between by herself. And at least she could spend Christmas with her parents if not her boyfriend.

As she walked down the stairs, she pulled out her Gummiphone and sent Sora a quick text.

Hey, sorry you got sent on another mission 🙁

His response was fast. You’re sorry? I should be the one apologizing. Sorry I hadn’t yet, Riku and I just landed a little while ago

Not your fault this happened 😔

What if I told Master Yen Sid no one of these days?

I know you wouldn’t. You have too big of a heart for helping people

There was a long pause, and then the … typing symbol popped up. I know. That’s why we’re in this mess

Hey, don’t you ever apologize for your big heart 😤

Sorry, gotta go. We’ll talk about this more later, I promise

Kairi sighed and slipped her phone into her pocket. Not even their text conversations were safe from interruptions. She found Donald and Goofy and joined them on the Gummi Ship. They were happy to give her a ride home, but now she was wondering if it would’ve been better to be alone with her thoughts.

“Gawrsh, Kairi, I’m sorry Sora ain’t back yet,” Goofy said, eyeing her sympathetically as Donald steered the ship through the stars.

“It’s okay,” she said as she worked on her latest project, a knitted red scarf for Sora. He complained about the cold when he was sent to wintry worlds, and she wanted to give him something that would help. The matching cap was already finished.

“Master Yen Sid is working him to the bone,” Donald muttered. “Sora’s gonna burn out at this rate.”

“Him and Riku both. Gawrsh, they’ve been on a whole lotta missions lately for a feller.”

“How do you guys balance personal time with work?” Kairi asked sadly. Sora was definitely struggling with it, and so was she. Each time they said goodbye was harder than the last. Her gut instinct was that this life just wasn’t sustainable long term. Something would have to change.

Goofy scratched his chin thoughtfully. “Well, it helps a lot that my son Maxie is grown. It was a lot harder when he was just a kid. His mom died when he was pretty young, so there was a lot of me stayin’ at home with him ‘til he was older.”

“I’m sorry for your loss,” Kairi said. No words could ever make up for a loss like that, but she still wanted to express her condolences.

Goofy smiled sadly. “Thank you, Kairi. My wife was a special lady, and I miss her a whole lot. But it doesn’t hurt so bad anymore, and Maxie and I still have each other.”

“I’m glad to hear that. Donald, what about you? How do you manage?”

“Daisy and I have a very clear arrangement,” Donald said.

Goofy put his hands over his mouth, but he couldn’t contain his chuckles. “Only after you missed one too many dates.”

Donald shot Goofy a glare. “When I’m home, we go on dates every day. When I’m gone, I send her letters at least once a week. And it helps that she’s got lots of stuff to do around the castle to help Queen Minnie.”

“I’m glad that works for you,” Kairi said. She and Sora texted each other all the time via Gummiphone and tried to talk on the phone every day. But it just wasn’t the same as being with him.

And now that they were older, she wondered what their future would be. They wanted to get married, but when? And if they had kids, she would be out of commission for at least a year per kid from the pregnancy, childbirth, and postpartum recovery alone. That meant she wouldn’t be able to go on any missions during that time. If Sora wasn’t around, she’d be like a sitting duck for any kidnapping attempts in the later stages of any pregnancies, too. And once the kids were born, it wasn’t like she could just dump them on her parents or Sora’s parents and go running off whenever she felt like it. Kids needed their mothers around.

There was no getting around it. Kids meant she’d be giving up her life of adventuring and Keyblade combat and all that entailed for good.

Was she ready for that? Would she ever be? She sure wasn’t right now, but she couldn’t help but worry about the future.

Say she was ready several years from now. A bleak future appeared in her mind, one where she was home alone with the kids, for months and years on end, because Sora had to constantly keep leaving to fight. What kind of life would that be? He’d have to give up everything too if he wanted to be a good dad.

What if he didn’t want that?

“What’s on your mind?” Goofy asked. “I can practically hear the wheels turnin’ from here.”

The knitting needles clacked together as she started a new row. “The future.”

Donald chuckled. “Now that’s a scary topic.”

“You’re thinkin’ about Sora, aren’t you?” Goofy said.

“Yeah. I miss him a lot when we’re separated like this. Especially over the holidays.”

“Well, maybe you can do somethin’ special together when he gets back. I know it doesn’t compare to him bein’ here on Christmas, but it’s the time you spend together that counts.”

“Yeah! This one time I was a day late for Daisy’s birthday. She wasn’t happy with me, but I made up for it with an extra special date.”

“An extra special date, huh?” Kairi set the knitting needles and partially-formed scarf down on her lap. “I could do that.”

The conversation turned to fun date ideas after that, and by the time they dropped her off, she was feeling slightly better. Still, what she wouldn’t give to have Sora home for good, safe and sound.

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aajjks · 1 year ago

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i tried not to make it long. i’m sorry. i was little hesitant to send it in but after the announcement, i figured why not? i was sad when i wrote it 💔😔

TC!dad!JK

you just nod your head and lay your head against jungkook’s chest. he tells you he’ll improve, he tells you that he missed you, he tells you he’ll never hurt you again, he tells you all of these things and promises and you’re not sure if they’re coming from an honest place or not.

you tried turning your prison into a happy home and it never works.

your mind can’t keep revamping yourself over and over. mentally, you’re tired. so, so tired. you’re not sure you’ll be the same after all of this because you aren’t happy. nothing makes you happy anymore.

when you hear your whining children and jungkook’s response to it, you chuckle. jawon is just playing with his toys, not really paying attention to the two of you but ayra and ji-eun clearly want your affection. they whine for you and just keep saying mama until you get them out.

maybe that’s why he got so harsh with you. you don’t know what his father did to his family but it’s clear he still has a grip on jungkook even in death. it’s probably why he refuses to leave this all behind. maybe it’s to prove that he could rule and conquer better than his father ever could. sure, it’s because he cares but with a father like his, you’re sure he just wants to prove his father wrong.

your eyes sadden when jungkook reveals what he did to him and his mother. you feel TERRIBLE for comparing jungkook to that monster when truly he’s nothing like that. his kids love him, the people adore him, his allies support and appreciate his leadership. he may not be the best partner but he tries.

you kind of feel ungrateful and start believing that you’re the problem. it is always you starting stuff and whenever he tries to finish it, you just keep going.

that’s why he blamed you because it really is all your fault.

“you don’t have to live that life anymore. he’s gone and you’re a better father than he ever could be. i can’t sit here and lie about that. you didn’t let his words get to you and you became an amazing dad for your children. i’m sorry i said that. i didn’t know how much that would hurt you. i won’t say it again” you say as you pull away from jungkook who is reluctant to let you go. it feels cold without your embrace. “i…i have to go” you say and you just leave.

over the next few days, you’re awfully blue. nothing makes you happy anymore. sure, your kids mean the world to you but not even their smiles can bring a smile to your face. it’s like a cloud lingers over your head and follows you around.

you still tend to your duties and your kids but your wellbeing has been a concern for everyone in the palace. some people say it’s just the baby blues. some say you’re doing it for attention. some say you might be pregnant again. some say you’re just severely tired but many believe you’re in a deep depression.

when it gets back to jungkook, he was hurt to hear about it. he noticed it, sure but you normally push through. maybe too much has happened for you to be happy again.

he asks a maid where you were and they report that you’re in the royal garden. he instructs the nannies to take the kids somewhere so he could have some private time with you. he was going to do something special for you.

so there you were, sitting in the grass, and writing in a book. your hair is in a messy updo and you’re sporting glasses; you look like a little scholar.

here goes nothing, his attempt at making you happy again…

~🫧

You look so beautiful and peaceful like this. It’s like almost he doesn’t want to disturb you, but he knows that you’re going through something and you need him.

Just like he needs you.

Jungkook sighs and exhales, he slowly walks towards you, and you don’t even notice his presence because you’re so focused on your book. and he takes his time to notice your expressions, the way your eyebrows furrow and the way your nose scrunches from time to time.

You are the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen in his life.

“Yn? Sweetheart may I sit beside you?” he asks you. So you finally look at him, and you are surprised to see him. “I swear I won’t disturb you. Just wanted to spend some time with you.” he scratches the back of his neck awkwardly smiling.

When you finally granted the permission to sit beside you, he doesn’t waste any time, and now he is sitting right beside you.

He takes his time to notice the book in your hands, but it doesn’t interest him at all. “what are you reading about?” he looks at you smiling.

You tell him about the content of the book and he just nods along because he’s really not interested in the book but it’s good to see you talking to him without stuttering or thinking, or being even careful of what you say to him.

“Mhmm.. so I can tell that something is on your mind and you are not happy yn.” His eyes hold a concern look in them he doesn’t know how to go about it so he just said it.

“baby do you need to tell me what is bothering you so I can help you because it’s really hard for me to see you like this I can tell that you are really depressed.. I have noticed the way you don’t even smile around the children anymore… and that’s really serious.” he just wants to make you happy, but he doesn’t know how to because he’s always the reason behind your sadness.

“Yn..” you are nervous, he can tell. So he takes your hand, and he puts the book aside on the grass. he stares right into your eyes and caresses your hands. Trying to get you to calm down and relax.

“Look… tell me. I’m willing to fix it all for you. Just I need to know why you are so sad is it because of me? Or maybe you have fallen out of love with me and it’s a burden to be with me?” he whispers the last part because it is so scary to even hear these words come out out of his mouth.

He doesn’t want that to be at the case at all.

“you can tell me anything and I swear I won’t react the way I do and I’ll listen to you without any complaints.”

#ask: tc!jungkook #you shouldn’t be hesitate to send this in. This is your role-play. And this is my blog.#And no one’s opinion really matters except for yours and mine. And I know a lot of people are really enjoying this.#Also the announcement made me really sad too

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cooliofango · 3 years ago

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Destress

Art by BlueyCapsules on Twitter

Philip Guy x Reader

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Making one of my headcanons (specifically half of the last one on the list that I had posted before) into a oneshot! I’ll do the same with the one ther half~!

For extra info! Your job is an officer!

This is for you @miiwscc 😔💕

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It was late when you returned home. It wasn’t unusual, of course, but the exhausted look on your face concerned the short male you called your boyfriend. Your hair was a mess and your outfit was a bit disheveled. A hand was raised as you gently rubbed at the light circles under your eyes. The keys to your vehicle clanged as they were tossed onto your kitchen counter. You were a mess.

“(Y/N)..? Is everything alright?” Philip sat on the couch, already in his pajamas for the night. This consisted of one of your hoodies and sweatpants. On the back of the couch laid Ketchup, who slept soundly. He stood to meet you half way as you trudged forward. The look in your face already told him that it had been a bad day. Now it was a matter if you wanted to say anything about it or not.

So far, you had said nothing. At first, it had seemed like you were just going to walk past him to the couch. It was thought that was quickly dismissed when he felt your fingers gently wrap around his and gently tugged him along with you. The gentle touch pulled a warm blush to his cheeks as he closed his hand around yours. Even such a simple gesture as this one caused his heart to flutter. However, he wasn’t aware of the next actions you would take.

You had plopped down in the couch where he had used to sit and Phil had planned to sit next to you. Before he could, you tugged him forward towards you. A slight yelp of surprise left the short man as he was pulled in your direction and into your lap. The moment he realized the position you two were now in, his face turned beat red. He had now sat on your lap, legs straddling your hips. Philip was also a bit taller in this position. Not by much, of course- an inch at most.

“(Y-Y/N)? What are y-you..” Phil, flustered, intended to release a question as to what your intentions were in pulling him down. Not that he would mind whatever you wanted him in your lap for. It was just the suddenness that had surprised him, causing his heart to race against his rib cage. However, what had made his words trail off into silence was when your arms wrapped around his torso and your face buried into his shoulder.

You audibly inhaled and exhaled, relaxing against your lovable boyfriend. The sight of you relaxing just by holding him made him smile giddily. Just knowing that his presence eased your mind made him happy. Philip raised his arms to wrap around your shoulders to return the embrace and laid his head against yours. He could tell you really needed his comfort, which he planned to continue to provide.

The comfortable silence lingered for a while longer until you glanced up at him. The only way he knew that was because he felt your hair tickle his face from the movement. Phil lifted his head to look back down at you. You still looked exhausted as you did before, but you were a lot more relaxed than before. “ ‘m sorry if I scared you too much…” You murmured to him with furrowed brows.

One of Phil’s hands raised to rest on the back of your head, beginning to comb through your hair. “You don’t have to apologize, (Y/N).. It didn’t really scare me as much as it caught me off guard.” He released an anxious chuckle that faded off as he felt you lean into his touch. “I’m guessing today was stressful?”

The moment he asked the question, you released an irritated groan and rested against his shoulder once again. He continued to gently comb his fingers through your hair as you began to speak on your troubles from the long day. Apparently you had to deal with the aftermath a hit and run on the far side of town. This included examining the evidence for the court case and making a file report of the entire incident. However, you had found out that one of your coworkers had been stealing the evidence and you had to go through the long process of reporting that, making a file report for your coworker’s theft, and recover the evidence that was stolen.

It was a lot, to say the least. Phil clearly understood why you were stressed- he would be stressed too! He frowned softly to himself as he gently massaged your scalp. You released a sigh of content. “I’m just glad to be home…” You hugged him a bit tighter as you said this. “I love you…” You murmured. Phil gently bit his lip as the butterflies in his stomach swarmed within him. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your temple, causing you to smile lovingly at the feeling. “I love you too.”

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My first Phil oneshot of the day finally done~! Time to write another ✍️

#oneshots #requests open #reader insert #blueycapsules #blueycapsules x reader #blueycapsules oneshot #blueycapsules oneshots #one shot #oneshot #reader inserts #blueycapsules philip guy #blueycapsules phil #phil guy x reader #philip guy x reader

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latenightdislyte · 2 years ago

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Hi! Could you do a Falken x reader fic where the reader is recovering from some injuries but refuses to sit still for too long so Falken has to keep an eye on them to get them to recover properly? I too am obsessed with this man and I’m sad that there aren’t a lot of fics about him. 😔

I apologize if this sounded weird or doesn’t make sense, this is my first time requesting a fic and couldn’t figure out a good prompt to give. Love your fics btw!😁

Buh, I had a page and a half written for this and my brain tried to say 'but what if we did this instead' like, no brain I've already rewritten this once, we're sticking with this, fuck off with your shenanigans. I'll have to work on writing for Falken more so sorry if he seems ooc.

I'm glad that I'm the first person you've made a request to. It makes me happy! This was a good prompt and I think Falken fits it perfectly. Thank you for the support! <3

Anyway hope you enjoy!

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Working for the Esper Union always had its risks, especially for those who weren’t espers. Some of us in the offices worked with some sensitive paperwork and reports making us targets for those wanting information, like the Shadow Decree. I myself had never had a problem with anything or anyone. Until recently, that is. I was only supposed to be working a five hour shift that day, but was asked to stay and make it a nine hour. With the shift extension, I was required to take a lunch break at the time I was originally supposed to get off, not knowing that I had some… company waiting for me.

The Shadow Decree had been tipped off to the times certain people were supposed to be off work and waited to follow them a safe distance away from the Union HQ before attacking. Unknown to them, I was just going to lunch and still had a specific device on me. One that allowed me to contact certain members of the Union regarding paperwork and questions.

I had already been messed up pretty bad by the time I remembered that I had it. Thankfully it hadn’t been broken and I quickly used it to tell them what was going on before it had been snatched out of my hands. Not too long after my device had been taken from me, Commander Falken and a couple Union Ops Chiefs had arrived and quickly took care of the Decree members with only a couple of them getting away. Falken had taken me to the med bay himself while the Ops Chiefs stayed behind to clean up the mess and make sure there wasn’t anyone lingering about.

That leaves me in the state I’m currently in. I had received some bad injuries here and there, but the main ones were a large gash on my leg and a spot on my head where I had been hit hard. The whole incident happened three or four days ago and they didn’t hurt that bad anymore, only on occasion when I step or turn wrong with that specific leg or swing my head too fast. I figured that, as long as I was careful, I could be at work. Wouldn’t want to get too behind on reports and paperwork and I felt bad that they might have shoved all of my work on someone else.

I made my way to my desk, ignoring the slight burning coming from my leg injury. No one seemed concerned about my condition, they just welcomed me back glad that I was ok. As long as I didn’t run into a certain someone I should be able to get through the work day with no problem. I didn’t need him worrying about me while he had plenty of work to do himself after all. He has a tendency to fret too much.

I stretched my injured leg out in front of me after sitting down, situating a small trash can under it to prop it up, and began to work. I was right about the build up of work and am glad I chose to come in today, anymore and I would have to put in overtime while skipping some breaks to catch up. First things first, I needed to get the paperwork organized and make sure it was all in order from when it was placed here.

Short time skip

I hadn’t been working for too long when I felt my stomach rumble. I’ll admit, I didn’t eat much for breakfast, coffee makes me feel full for some reason. Pushing my chair back, I stood and stretched before making a b-line to the lounge. There was always someone who brought snacks for everyone and if something wasn’t to my taste I could just hit up the vending machine.

Entering the lounge, I froze. Great, of course he was here at this time. Falken stood looking out the window as usual, it was something you could find him doing quite often. A favorite pastime of his. Maybe I could get past him without him noticing me. Last time I got the least bit hurt around him he wouldn’t leave me alone ‘til I let him tend to it. It was a cardstock cut. A little over the top if you ask me. Seeing as how he knew about my current state, he would undoubtedly be on my case about being here today, especially after insisting that I stay home ‘til I was better.

I quietly made my way to the fridge, not wanting to draw his attention to myself. I’ll leave him to his thoughts. “I had heard you had come in today, though I was hoping they were mistaken.” Damn it. I turned to the slim man still facing the window, my eyes meeting his through the reflection. “Commander Falken, I’m fine. Really. I just take care of paper and computer work, not much else.” He turned, stepping a foot back to face me. “It’s the stress and exertion of energy that is the problem, energy your body needs to heal itself. You’d be better much sooner if you were at home resting.” I turned back to the fridge and finally saw something that caught my attention. “I already have plenty of work piled up from just, what, three or four days? I can get caught up today and maybe take tomorrow off. I can come in every other day. How’s that?” I turned back to him, snack in hand, just in time to see him shake his head, eyes closed. “Unacceptable. Come on. Time to go.” “What? Falken, come on, I’m fine. Just let me- Ow!”I hissed and jerked away. He had made his way over to me and pressed my side, pain spiking from a forgotten wound right under my rib cage. “Well yeah it’s gonna hurt when ya do that. Ow, damn.” He stepped to the side and gestured for me to go. I sighed.

Falken followed me to my desk, where I closed down the computer and gathered the less confidential papers to take with me. “Follow me for a moment, I’d like to swing by my office and grab a couple of things.” I was confused, why would he want me to go with him. He just wanted me to go home and rest right? “Uh, ok.” We went to his office and he went through some papers and leaned over his desk, clicking a couple of things on his computer before straightening up and stretching his arms in front of him.

He grabbed a shoulder bag from a hanger on the wall. “Alright, sorry about that. Let’s go.” “Wait. What are you doing?” He stopped and blinked at me, tilting his head. “Well I’m taking you home. I’d like to make sure you’re actually resting and are properly taken care of so I’ll be accompanying you.” Heat engulfed my face and I froze. Falken was… what? Shit. It was a struggle enough to keep my composer from the sight of him at work. Now he’s gonna be with me at home. Hoo boi.

The whole walk Falken silently stayed close to my side, every now and then getting a notification and typing away on his device. I walked mindlessly, trying not to think about the situation or the pain building up in my leg. My head also started to become just a bit woozy, I’d been standing too long at this point. I hadn’t realized where we were going until I had stepped through the door. That’s when it hit me. This wasn’t my place.

“Falken? I thought we were going to my place.” He turned back to me. “Hm? Ah, apologies. I forgot to mention that. Why don’t you come sit on the couch, I’ll get you some tea.” “I- sure, I guess.” Did he just change the subject on me. Whatever, I’m already here. I made my way to the living room and sat down, resting my head in my hands for a moment. “What kind of tea do you prefer: lavender chamomile, earl grey, green tea, peppermint, oh, I just got this new blueberry hibiscus herbal tea.” Without thinking I got up, a slight burn blooming from the injury, and made my way to where his voice was coming from, leading me to the kitchen. I went over to see what all he had. “What are you doing?” “Huh?” “Go lay down on the couch, I’ll get you some tea and something to eat. You need to stay off that leg and rest your head.” He shooed me away. “Now go.” I squinted at him. “Green tea or lavender chamomile sounds good.”

I sat on the couch again this time laying along it. Falken entered not too long after with two mugs, placing one on the coffee table in front of me and the other on a stand between the couch and a chair. He left momentarily, returning with the bag he had brought with him, pulling out a laptop and making himself comfortable in the chair. “Thank you, Falken.” “You’re welcome, I hope you like it. You should get some sleep after you’ve finished, your wounds will heal faster.”

I drank the tea while scrolling around on my phone, nothing really catching my interest. Setting the now empty mug down I stared at the ceiling, mind wandering aimlessly. Until a melody played in my head. I knew instantly what it was and I smiled, no better way to pass the time than by watching movies. I searched through my movie app and quickly found it. Alice in Wonderland, the live action from many years ago. Making myself comfy, I started the movie, keeping the volume low so as to not bother Falken.

I was about twenty minutes in when he spoke up, I think just realizing that I was watching something. “What are you doing? You should be trying to sleep.” “I just wanted to watch a movie, the song kept playing in my head and wouldn’t leave me alone. Besides, I’ll probably fall asleep while watching this anyway, so...” He sighed. “Fine, but just this one. Then you’ll get some sleep. Alright?” “Mhm!” I started the movie again smiling as it played, unaware of Falken glancing at me from his laptop with a small smile forming under the face mask he wore.

Within thirty minutes I was almost completely out, the movie still playing as my phone fell from my hands. The thunk it made woke me slightly, but I didn’t bother to pick it up. Instead opting to continue laying there and going back to sleep. I could hear movement from Falken, footsteps approaching the couch. The rustling of fabric giving away him crouching next to me, picking up my phone and placing it on the table. A gentle touch caressed my cheek, thumb stroking my cheekbone, before tucking some hair behind my ear. Then the lightest feeling brushed against my forehead and the scent of his cologne invaded my senses, my heart now pounding in my chest.

I smiled and snuggled into the blanket I had pulled from the back of the couch, hoping that he would just brush it off as me moving in my sleep. Finally beginning to drift off, I hoped I would remember this moment when I woke up.

#dislyte x reader #dislyte #dislyte fanfiction #dislyte writing #sfw #falken #dislyte falken #falken x reader

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gerrydelano · 4 years ago

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lonely depot ask dump! i’m also putting the old ones in here to keep it contained and in one place + say thank you as it’s due without spamming the situation any more. if you sent me an ask about it and i didn’t respond, it’s in here!

i’m trying to take it easy this weekend and not dwell on it, i’m gonna put my laptop away after i get this squared, i took a good painkiller and i’m super sleepy so pbthth gonna just. rest. because i sure didn’t sit yesterday at all at work.

some of the new ones i got a little tangential oops sorry jHBKNM i’m just! keeping this all in this post from now on, is all.

starting with old ones in chrono order:

anon: Hey, I'm sorry so much shit has happened and been done to you. That sucks. I hope things improve soon, but until then we're here and we dont mind listening. I'm glad ren is there to support you.

thanks, man, i'll be okay! sometimes you just gotta bitch about it all at once when you get reminded haha. i want to try oversharing less on here in the future, i'm just a little shocked at the job thing right this minute, but i'll figure it out! i'm glad ren is here, too; would definitely be very lost without them. i appreciate the kindness, thank you 🧡

anon: I’m really sorry if this is intruding but just. *virtual hugs*

no worries! hugging you back like we are football bros who just won a big game

anon: Fuck him up Ron

will do 💪🤪

anon: so like idk what's going on w your boss but fuck them honestly

oh yeah this isn't going to end quietly

anon: damn, what a complete asshole that guy is. All the best of luck in dealing with that situation 😔

thank you, i'll be fine! my mom is angry so you know what that means :'-)

if there is any time to pull the dragon lady trope regarding my own mother it is now because Yeah. i can at least trust her to be thorough and so very angry and Not let it lie.

anon: Fuck 👏🏻 him 👏🏻 up 👏🏻 Ron! 👏🏻

i wish i hadn't asked him to clarify because it gave him a chance to cover his behind but mike even said it read to him as me being fired before we even spoke, so. when we talk on monday that'll be fun!!!! it's my mom he has to worry about LOL

AND NOW NEW ASKS

anon: Cheers dude rant all you want, fuck ya boss, hope it works out for you - also report that shit, depending on where ya at it can all be anonymous - Im so drunk btw please ignore me if you want 🥰 have a good dayy

this is so cute pbthhth thank you, it’s gonna be okay! one way or another. i don’t think i can do anything anonymously at this point here but i’m not handling this alone and something is going to get done at least, i’m sure. i hope you had a good night + are feeling okay today!

anon: i definitely understand how u feel. as a disabled person it really feels like jobs and school are just not made for us. i hope ur able to do something abt ur awful boss and im so sorry ur going through all this

yeah, you’re right, they’re not made for us. they’re made for abled people who can fit the capitalist mold better without as much “complaint” or effort. they literally were trying to act like i had to disclose my whole ass disability from the time of hiring like.

no? you realize that’s literally Not my obligation, specifically Because people will discriminate against that and find an excuse not to hire disabled people at all? i Shouldn’t do that? and yet tbh i did anyway? to be candid about my capabilities???? and? hello?

it’s all rigged it’s all jammed it’s all on purpose they have Practice bulldozing people they do it all the time they strategically word things and go to further lengths to silence and rob us than they would even have to in order to just make the workplace accessible it’s Literally Evil.

i’m sorry you’ve clearly faced this kind of thing, too, and i hope that you’re doing better/find better opportunities that treat you the way you deserve to be treated.

i’ll be fine! i think we’ll be able to do something, even if it’s just... getting to give him a piece of my mind lmao hearing my mom yell at him would be just dandy. telling him he’s a manipulative, lying c*cksleeve would be very satisfying but i’d wait till i had No Tie to the place first lmao.

anon: <3 I'm sorry your dealing with all this shit, *fuck* your boss and the gm and all this shit, best of luck on throwing them to the wolves like they deserve

<3 it’ll turn out alright somehow! but yeah honestly FUCK them both tbh i have no words at this point? not even anger, just. it’s a hell of a betrayal to be spoken about the way he wrote about me in that e-mail and i’m shocked he would turn on me so fast, and for nothing.

my mom has said some choice shit on fb messenger and it’s so funny like she wanted to fucking vague him (because he’s friends with us both on fb!!!! LOL) and literally make posts about going to the dept of labour and whatever and I had to tell her NO jhbKJNKJn but it’s like, just nice to see she has anger on my behalf ig. like

“Don't worry, we will go to EVERY agency necessary to fuck them up or close them down. I told [my sister].... she wants to go there. Even [boyfriend] said they are fucked up.”

my boss told me once that “some snobby girl” came in and was SO nasty to him when she was looking for me and i wasn’t there so she THREW a pile of coupons on the counter and stormed out and i’m like. what. that’s my sister? and i asked her about it and she was horrified like... that’s not how she behaves in fucking public. like. he’s a chronic liar even when it’s so pointless! there’s no need to lie!!!! about that! about my family? you don’t even know her? hello?

this is my fave tho from my mom’s one DM i have to share this it’s so fucking funnyjhbgfrkfnkenf

like... i dunno! i feel safe with people on my side for probably the first time in my life, enough that i can have a laugh about what’s going on. so i’m really okay. and i trust my mom to help me do something about it, so fingers crossed that the wolves eat pretty fucking well come next week lol.

again - pasting this from another deleted post - thank you guys for tolerating all those posts. i know that isn't what anyone is here for and i'll clean it up later/tomorrow, but the advice i've gotten has helped me immensely so i appreciate the opportunity to talk about it and figure out my next move with some help. i really can't do this kind of thing alone considering my history and health so like. it does mean a lot to get some perspective.

i’m leaving the bigger posts i made about it up (but putting under cuts too, to keep them small) just to preserve the timestamps for when i made them and any advice i might’ve received in the replies. archiving, etc.

so! i’m not going to let it go in terms of giving up, but i’m also not going to waste my weekend stressing over it. just gonna wait until monday to see what happens when we talk and go from there. because unlike this clown, i actually have some self control and keep my word! who knew how easy it was to just do that.

EDIT 8/24/2020:

anon: *hugs* what's happening to you is fucked up dude, you are absolutely valid in feeling the way you do, I hope your IRL friends with more legal knowledge give you the advice you need. Know that your internet fans are cheering you on!

thanks! i actually have no IRL friends save for ren who moved up here to live with me after a long internet friendship so i'm relying pretty much solely on internet pals and my mom kdjdkdjd the call did not go well because HR was actually like more or less nice (though she did say "i can promise you this is not a discriminatory company we always want to help" which was hilarious and so i had to say oh yeah i believe you, but these two chucklefucks don't seem to feel the same way about upholding those policies.) and so i might get screwed into quitting because she might actually try to get me the accommodation, even though now the issue is less me begging for that and more me reporting them for this treatment.

now i'm being asked to call HR again hm!

update: it went well enough that she told me to stay home for the week and she’s going to pay me for it so that’s very nice but who knows what’ll happen now. gonna end up consolidating all my posts and replies into one of the previous posts just to keep it all there i guess!

#lonely depot log #asks #anon #r.txt #ableism tw

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