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faetima · 9 months ago

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𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞. .

. . one day you receive an odd text from an unknown number. you try blocking the number, but it doesn’t work.

oh well, it’s probably just someone pranking you.

right?

// tws ; lil bit of cursing, stalking ; gn reader ; modern au, yandere au

a/n: sorry for the weird formatting!! tumblr wouldn't let me format it correctly :(

also sorry for the random bigger text, it keeps changing random letters and numbers to be bigger for some reason??

𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧.

aconties — symbolize hatred and that you should be cautious.

aconite - veil

always forever - cults

jealous girl - lana del rey

suki suki daisuki - jun togawa

yes or yes - twice

saccharine - jazmin bean

stalker’s tango - autoheart

an unhealthy obsession - tbrso

candy coated suicide - night club

i wanna be your boyfriend - hot freaks

i’m a slave 4 u - jazmin bean

the red means i love you - madds buckley

body - mother mother

red lights - bang chan, hyunjin

playlist <3

𝟭.‎‎‎‎‎

‎‎‎unknown number has started a chat !

18:12 december 12th, 2024

unknown number

hello, my aconite. :)

you

who is this?

unknown number

oh, dont worry about that.

youll know very soon, my beloved aconite. <3

read 18:20

you have blocked unknown number !

…

your block was unsuccessful ! please try again later .

𝟮.

‎‎‎unknown number has started a chat !

13:27 december 13th, 2024

unknown number

hello, my aconite!

how was your day today?

sent 13:27

unknown number

hello?

sent 16:43

unknown number

please reply. i know youre online, aconite.

you

please stop

who is this??

unknown number

i told you before !

haha, my aconite is so silly. never remembers anything.

like your math homework yesterday, hm? completely forgot to do it!

so cute.<3

read 17:38

you have blocked unknown number !

…

your block was unsuccessful ! please try again later .

𝟯.

‎‎‎unknown number has started a chat !

12:12 december 14th, 2024

unknown number

who is that boy?

you

unknown number

the one sitting across from you.

he keeps looking at you.

he keeps touching you. its pissing me off.

who is he?

you

he’s my friend

unknown number

sure.

well see how long that lasts. :)

read 12:48

you looked up from your phone, glancing towards bennett, and then around the small cafeteria which was packed with people, a shiver running down your spine.

whoever was texting you was here, and they were watching you.

𝟰.

‎‎‎unknown number has started a chat !

12:58 december 17th, 2024

unknown number

my beloved aconite, arent you supposed to be in class rigjt now?

right ***

ignore that.

and, most importantly, arent you supposed to be paying attention?

come on darling, on your phone in the one class i so happen to be in?

you can do this in chemistry or something. dont do it just when i so happen to be near you. i know for a fact you dont do this in any other class.

anyways, see you later ❤️❤️

read 13:02

𝟱.

you have started a chat !

09:27 december 18th, 2024

you

BENNETT

HELP KE

benny

Huh? Wht happened? R u ok?

you

THERE’S THIS GHY

OR GIRL I DON’T KNOW

AND I THINK HE’S STALKING ME OR SOMETHING

benny

Huh?? Wdym?

you

OKAY I DON’T KNOW IF HE’S STALKING ME

BUT HE’S GIVING ME REALLY FREAKY VIBES

HE KEEPS TEXTING ME

AND HE SAW ME TALKING TO YOU

AND THEN HE ASKED ABT THAT

AND HE WAS LIKE “HE WON’T BE YOUR FRIEND FOR LONG 🙂”

AND AND AND

APPARENTLY HE’S IN MY MATH CLASS???

AND HE SAW ME ON MY PHONE

JND TEHN HE TEXTED ME AND SCOLED ME

HELP WHAT DO I DO

benny

Just block him

you

I TRIED

IT’S NOT WORKING??

benny

Well I dont think u can do anything abt it besides that

Bc u dont hv any proof that he has any malicious intent

So uhm maybe just ignore him

Maybe hes just trolling u

you

yeah

maybe

read 10:01

you let out a sigh, putting your phone face down and burying your face in your arms.

what could you even do at this point? you didn’t have any proof they had any bad intent, and you couldn’t block them.

this whole situation was starting to freak you out. it didn’t help that you were pretty emotional and easily scared.

maybe you should look on the positive side. hey, someone finally has a crush on you!

you swallowed hard, breathing rapidly, heart racing. you buried your face deeper in your arms, scared of what was to come from this whole situation.

𝟲.

you exhaled shakily, a small fog appearing from it. you were shivering, the outside cold pinpricking your skin like tiny needles.

choosing fashion over warmth probably hadn’t been a good idea, but who cared? you liked dressing up. it was worth sacrificing your comfort for something you enjoyed! plus you would’ve been cold either way. it would be heated enough in the classroom anyway.

at least you hoped it would be.

you walked at moderately fast pace to your school, putting in your earbuds. you scrolled down your playlist on spotify, finally finding the song you had been craving to listen to. you clicked the play button on it, refraining from humming along to it.

you found yourself repeatedly glancing behind yourself, even though each time you looked no one was there. every time there was even the slightest of rustling able to penetrate through the sound of the music you were listening to, you’d jump, paranoid.

ever since you had received the first message, you had been on edge, and for good reason. this whole situation was extremely different from what you experienced in your day to day life.

before this, you hadn’t even known of anyone liking you romantically. it wasn’t that everyone hated you or something, you were just pretty shy, which led others to socialize with and notice you less.

a lot less.

it was a bit disappointing, but at least you had a few friends.

you had been lost in your train of thought too long. as you walked forward mindlessly, you hadn’t noticed a figure also walking in front of you.

you crashed into the person and staggered a little before regaining your balance.

luckily the person didn’t fall or anything, but instead stood rigid like a stone wall.

you gasped out a few apologizes, repeatedly saying “sorry”.

but you immediately shut up when the person turned around and when electric purple eyes met your own.

you swallowed hard, freezing as the person scowled at you.

𝟳.

“watch where you’re going,” the person muttered, still scowling at you. her loosely braided hair—a shade of bright purple, similar to that of an aconite, with some lighter purple highlights within it—fell down the front of her shoulder, and she pushed it back. the motion itself was filled with pure elegance and grace.

”i- uhm, sorry,” you mumbled, your neck getting hotter as you lowered your head a little in shame.

the girl rolled her eyes.

even that was full of daintiness and fluidity.

she sighed the slightest bit, seeming to soften a little.

”it’s fine, i guess. just watch where you’re going in the future.”

she mumbled those words quickly before turning and walking away briskly, pulling out her phone and rapidly texting someone whilst walking.

the sharp clicking of her heels was the only thing heard in the crisp and cold morning air.

suddenly, your phone buzzed. you took it out, hands trembling the tiniest bit.

‎‎‎unknown number has started a chat !

07:54 december 19th, 2024

unknown number

where are you?

youre in class by this time.

read 07:54

unknown number

answer me.

read 08:01

unknown number

stop fucking leaving me on read.

read 08:04

you have blocked unknown number !

…

your block was successful !

𝟴.

22:39 december 20th, 2024

unknown number

youre going to regret this so, so much my pretty aconite.

im going to pick all your petals off.

one

one. <3

your message was not able to be sent ! you may have been blocked by the recipient . if not, please try again later . if the problem persists, please contact customer support .

𝟵.

a few days had passed since you had blocked the number.

now you sat in class, chin placed in the palm of your arm. you felt eerily drowsy, but knew it was just because of how bored you were. the teacher droned on and on about some sort of math formula. you didn’t bother listening, knowing it would only make your head hurt if you tried to understand what was going on.

you were snapped out of your sleepy daze when the teacher said something about a “group project”. she said there would be groups of three or four, and that groups would be predetermined, but you could request to be put in a group with someone else.

the person sitting in front of you passed you the slip to request to be put into a group with someone.

you passed it to the person behind you after realizing what the slip was for.

you just had to be assigned a group project in the class you had no friends in. it could’ve been in literally any other class, but no, instead it was in the class where you barley knew anyone.

you didn’t put anyone on the slip because you barley knew anyone in the class, and the people you knew probably were already going to put someone else on the paper.

you put your head down in your arms, closing your eyes, listening to the erratic chatter around you.

what you didn’t notice was that, on the slip, someone had already put your name down alongside theirs.

𝟭𝟬.

you sighed softly, finally done with school for the day. you opened the door to your house, and were hit by the strong and unmistakable aroma of your favorite meal.

you stepped into your house, closing the door quietly and setting your backpack down. you greeted your mom, who greeted you back. she stood in the kitchen, cooking your favorite meal.

”can you go to the store for me? i need salt for this, but we ran out,” your mom stated, gesturing towards what she was cooking.

you nodded silently, turning to leave. you opened the door, closed it, and started walking to the store.

upon entering, you couldn’t help but notice how empty it was. usually there were at least a few other people, but right now you could only spot around four.

you walked around the store but, even after ten minutes of sauntering around, couldn’t find the salt for some reason. maybe you were going blind or something.

you decided to ask an employee, timidly walking up to one and tapping him on the shoulder.

he turned around, bright purple eyes meeting your own. a scowl, which didn’t quite seem to fit him, adorned his pretty face. his hair was a dull shade of purple, and light wispy bangs fell on his forehead. his skin was extremely clear and pale like porcelain, and looked as if it could shatter any second. the resemblance to a doll he bore was uncanny.

”what?” he snapped, glaring at you through his bangs.

”uhm, sorry to bother you, but, uh, do you.. do you know where the salt is?” you asked, fidgeting a little with your fingers.

he let out a long, deep sigh.

”yes. follow me,” he muttered, already walking towards the isle.

you followed in suit.

𝟭𝟭.

tentatively, you looked up from your hands to see who was in your group.

the first person you laid your eyes upon was a girl with light blue hair tied into an elegant and sleek ponytail with a black ribbon with golden streaks. she had a small beauty mark under one of her eyes, which were a pale shade of blue, matching her hair.

sitting beside her was a guy who was a bit taller than her. he had green eyes and messy honey-yellow hair that was tied into a ponytail with a scarlet red ribbon.

you moved your gaze to the last person.

he seemed oddly familiar, like you had seen him somewhere before. you couldn’t quite remember where though, maybe at park or store?

he had feathery bangs which fell down his forehead in a almost perfect matter. his hair itself seemed to be styled in a jellyfish cut of sorts, and was a dim shade of lavender. his eyes matched the color of his hair, and were narrowed to form a scowl on his pretty face. his skin was eerily pale, almost like porcelain.

the boy who you were just looking at let out what seemed to be an annoyed sigh, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes at something.

the blonde boy spoke up first.

”so, uhm.. hi. i’m thoma.”

following in suit, you all said your names after him.

thoma spoke again.

”do you guys have a phone number or something we can use to contact each other with for the project? i already have ayaka’s, so i just need you boths’.”

scaramouche shook his head.

”i don’t have access to my phone right now,” he muttered, still scowling

”oh.”

”we, uhm, we can use instagram or something to message each other?” you said, the slightest hint of nervousness lacing your voice.

”sure,” ayaka said.

scaramouche and thoma nodded in agreement.

you all wrote down your usernames on a piece of paper.

once you got home, you took out your phone, typing all their usernames into the search bar and following them one by one. after doing so, you added them all to a group chat.

𝟭𝟮.

you have started a chat !

18:12 december 27th, 2024

you

@.lookingforthoma

Hello.

@.hidingfromayaka

🤑

@.flowers4sc4ra

hi. ig.

@.hidingfromayaka

LMAOO WHY IS UR USERNAME THAT

UR ALWAYS SO EMO BUT NOW

”FLOWERS4SC4RA”

LMOA LMOA

@.flowers4sc4ra

shut the fuck up.

you

pls stop

@.flowers4sc4ra

sorry. ig.

@.hidingfromayaka

OMFG

HE KIST

USYT

JUST

SAID SORRY

TO U

SHEJSHWJAHAAKAKWK

you

okay anyway

there’s two parts on the project

i was thinking we could split up into teams of two and then each do one part or smth?

idk man 😭😭

@.lookingforthoma

That sounds good.

@.flowers4sc4ra

ok.

@.hidingfromayaka

i call dibs on working with ayaka 😛😛

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𝟭𝟯.

you stood in front of his house’s door, rocking back onto your heels and then up onto your toes, nervous. you clutched the bag you were holding—of which was filled with notebooks and various school supplies.

you were anxious, waiting for scaramouche to answer the door. it had only been a minute, but to you it felt like ten.

you couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen. you didn’t know why or how or when or where, just that you had a bad gut feeling.

but you shook it off, knowing you had to work on the project.

all of the sudden the door opened, slamming against the wall in a violent manner, making you flinch a little, torn out of your thoughts.

you glanced at the doorway, laying your eyes on the indigo-haired boy.

”uhm, hi,” you mumbled, swallowing nervously.

”hi,” he replied, voice and face blank; devoid of any emotion, “uh, d’you wanna come in?”

you uttered a small okay, walking inside after he shuffled a little to the side.

“we can work in the living room, i guess.”

you nodded silently, following scaramouche as he walked to the living room.

upon arriving, you placed your bag—which you had been clutching so hard your knuckles had turned white—down. you both sat down on the ground, and, after taking your things out, started working on the project.

scaramouche was sitting slightly behind you, doing his part of the project. once every few minutes, he would lean his head over your shoulder—face almost touching it—in order to see what progress you had made.

your heart beat much, much faster every time he did it, face getting hot.

and of course that didn’t go unnoticed by scaramouche.

around an hour after working on the project, you asked scaramouche where the bathroom was.

”straight, then go left,” he said. he didn’t even glance up at you as he told you where to go, just continued writing on the notebook splayed out in front of him.

you got up, walking out of the living room and straight like he said.

only problem was you didn’t quite remember if he had said to go right or left after going straight.

you decided to go right, and came across a door. assuming it was the bathroom, you opened it.

you really wished you hadn’t after you saw what was inside.

𝟭𝟰.

after you had opened the door and seen what was inside, you really wished you hadn't.

inside there were hundreds and hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of photographs. they were plastered all over the walls, overlapping each other. they covered the ground, the walls, the ceiling, everything. the only things in the room besides that were a bed, a desk, and a computer monitor, which was lit up.

the bright screen blared at you, enticing you to come look.

the monitor displayed pictures of a house, probably running from security cameras or the like.

but it wasn't just any house, no.

it was your house.

your room.

your kitchen.

your living room.

your fucking house.

a wave of dizziness and nausea hit you. you felt sick to your stomach, leaning on the doorway for support.

then you heard something clattering behind you, falling to the floor.

you looked behind you, eyes wide.

scaramouche was standing there, frozen. he had dropped his phone to the ground, which had a photo of you working on the project opened on it.

”why the fuck are you in my room?” he burst out, almost yelling at you.

his room?

you became even more still than you were before, if that was even physically possible.

”y-you- your room?” you uttered, voice audibly shaking.

scaramouche just glared at you, hands fisted up.

then he took a step toward you.

you, in turn, stepped backwards.

the slightest rusting of paper was heard—presumably some of the photographs getting crushed underneath your feet.

he walked closer.

you backed away.

it was a vicious cycle which eventually ended when you bumped into a wall. some photographs fell down to the floor from the motion.

scaramouche cornered you in, staring at you with an unknown glint in his eyes.

it was a combination of everything you had made him fucking feel—obsession, anger, lovesickness, loathing.

he leaned in towards you, mouth almost touching your ear from how close he was. his hot breath fanned across your neck.

”well, since you’ve already seen everything, there’s no point in letting you leave now, hm? not when you’re right where i want you, my beloved aconite,” he whispered, pulling away. scaramouche grinned.

he stared at you with a mixture of emotions in his eyes, but the most prominent was limerence.

“you’re finally all mine. my aconite.”

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asratery · 2 years ago

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Miguel O’Hara x Spider-Man!Male Reader

You were a member of the spider society, rising quickly to be part of the small circle of Miguel’s most valued members due to your agility and strength even with your strong, tall stature. You and Miguel had a complicated relationship. At least on his end. The man was curious about your quiet nature and selfless behavior. You were a man of few words, being both a Spider-Man as well as hosting a symbiote from your world. You had a dedication to the cause that could compare with Miguel, even placing it over your physical health. Today, Miguel’s carelessness as well as your lack of self care would hit you like a truck.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

cw: masturbation (male), hand obsession, size diff (mentioned), sexual tension (?), sexual implications, use of y/n

Please give criticism 🙏 this is my first time writing as a whole so I’m so sorry if the format is weird and/or if the summary is ass. ALSO THIS IS REALLY LONG (imo) SO I APOLOGIZE. 😭 And pls tell me if i should make a part two. (edit: okay, i calculated and its 5.2K words lmao... my bad)

You don’t remember the last time you visited HQ or even your own dimension. You’d been traveling to various earths and hunting down located anomalies per Miguel’s order.

Your physical conditions were never a worry to you while on your expeditions, simply stitching up whatever injuries you endured before carrying on. Miguel would protest to this behavior of yours, requesting that you return back to HQ for proper medical attention, but you’d quickly dismiss his precautions, having Venom keep your injuries wrapped under it’s tar-like material to avoid bursting any stitches when you were busy tackling your objectives.

You rarely fully involved Venom in your missions. It never objected to your request to remain tucked away while you worked, understanding that you preferred to rely on your own strength to take down opponents.

Miguel sent you on a new array of missions about two weeks ago. They were rather easy for someone of your skill, though it did get annoying when one enemy turned into two, then three, and so on in just one mission. These hiccups never stunted your performance, but they didn’t fail to stress Miguel out. You didn’t fully understand why the man was so anxious whenever you’d go on your missions. He never showed the same worry for the other members of the Spider Society, so what was so different about you?

Miguel had been spending most of his days in his office since you left, his earpiece being filled with the sounds of battle as you took down anomalies on the other end. You preferred not to speak, but with Miguel’s insistence, you were forced to make some noise for him every so often to ease his nerves, whether it be a grunt or a hum. Depending on your mood, some days you’d find it to be overbearing and on better ones, you’d find it to be almost comforting.

‘What is wrong with me.’ Miguel thought to himself, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He’d been sitting in his office chair, clicking around on his keyboard as he watched your marker on the map traveling miles in minutes as you moved around a random Earth, searching for a rumored anomaly. Everything had been going well until he’d heard you breathing heavily on the other end as you stopped to rest for a moment, you raspy pants tickling his ear. He’d immediately dismissed Lyla as he felt his pants tighten at the noises you made, resting his hand over the forming tent in his suit. Fuck, he had to hear your voice. He needed to.

“Y/n? You alright?” Miguel spoke through the earpiece, trying to hide the shakiness in his voice. Y/n didn’t reply with words, opting to hum in acknowledgement. No, that wasn’t enough for Miguel. “Y/n?” Y/n groaned in annoyance at his insistence, but the noise was like heaven in Miguel’s ear. Much more than what he was requesting. “I’m fine.” Y/n replied curtly before continuing his search, his stationary marker starting to move on the map again.

Miguel’s mind was already wandering when he heard y/n groan, but hearing your voice after radio silence for days? He already had a fantasy forming in his head now. There were too many days where you’d hover over him as he briefed you on an upcoming mission, his mind muddled with ideas of you bending him over the table, ripping his suit open and just fucking him over the surface. “Y/n.” Miguel unintentionally groaned out as he pulled his pants down just enough to release his cock from its confines.

“Hm?” Y/n responded in an undertone, oblivious to the intentions behind Miguel’s voice. Miguel pressed a hand over his mouth. He didn’t mean to call your name aloud. “Y-You’re approaching the signal.” Miguel spoke quickly, his heart fluttering at his slip up. You hummed in acknowledgment, a bit confused on why he had to announce it since he equipped your wristwatch with a mini map, but you dismissed it. Miguel quickly muted his mic on the earpiece to avoid making the same mistake. He looked down at his semi, the cool air making it all the more sensitive.

He dipped one of his hands down, sliding his thumb over the slit of his cock as the other turned the volume up on his earpiece, listening to your heavy breathing as you swung through an abandoned city. “Fuck, please.” Miguel murmured under his breath, his eyes fluttering shut as he slid his hand down his length, imagining your larger, calloused hands in its place.

He had to lower the volume of his earpiece to near silence, the sound of the wind hitting your side of the mic disrupting his thoughts. Miguel lightly gripped his cock, sliding his hand back up to the tip, a bead of pre forming at the motion. Gods, he needed to just tell you, but he knew it wasn’t that simple. You were nearly ten years younger than him, being only 23 years old compared to his 30 years of age. You wouldn’t want someone as old as him, much less a man. You probably had women clinging to your arms in your world, and the thought evoked a flare of jealousy in his chest.

Fuck, what would you think of him if you saw him like this? Thrusting into his hand at just the sound of your voice and faraway fantasies.

You’d been making rounds around this damned city. The place was desolate but somehow a fellow spider managed to spot an anomaly when they accidentally entered in the wrong number in an attempt to portal to their own world. Your wristwatch was picking up on a thermal presence, yet you just couldn’t find it. ‘I swear, if it’s underground, I’m dragging Miguel here to take care of this, multiverse be damned.’ You thought to yourself as you swung between rusting skyscrapers.

Your thoughts were cut off by your watch beeping, detecting a thermal signal in close range. That’s weird. You’d already scoured this area. It must’ve moved in the time that you were on the other side of the city. Your eyes were focused on the watch too closely to notice another presence approaching your side. Another anomaly. Wonderful.

Your senses kicked off but it wasn’t as quick as this creature. You were already airborne before you were launched through the window of a skyscraper you were passing, a rib cracking under the pressure your left side endured. ‘Light work.’ You thought to yourself as you kicked up off the floor of the office level you landed in, planting your feet down before launching out the side you were thrown into. You swung your way up to the roof of the high rise, your eyes scanning the surrounding area for the anomaly.

A figure darted across the street below, prompting you to jump off. You never voiced it, but you always loved the adrenaline rush that came with hunting down anomalies. You were a bit surprised at the lack of noise on Miguel’s side of the earpiece, but the thought was quickly brushed aside as you broke your fall with your webs before running into the building the figure was seen entering, your watch leading the way. You ran down multiple sets of stairs, the rapping of the creatures claws along the tiled floor guiding you along.

You shot a web at the side of the creature from the top of the stairway before it could round a corner. You yanked it towards you, disregarding the fact that your feet lost contact with the floor as the two of you met in the middle, tumbling down the stairwell with your bulky arms wrapped around the damned thing. You were able to land a few punches against the hybrid’s feathered body before you were forced to focus on its talons sinking into the muscles of your thigh. You hissed in pain, forming claws on your own hands with Venom’s help before gripping its ankle with one hand and stabbing your claws into the scaled skin above it.

The fucking thing screeched and gods was it loud, nearly forcing Venom to recede back into you before it used its other clawed foot to hit your chest, slamming your back into the stairwell. You gritted your teeth in pain, a drip of blood dripping down your mask from the cut on your brow due to the previous fall. The creature rounded the corner immediately, disappearing from your sight. ‘Of course it’s smart.’ You thought to yourself begrudgingly, your muscles a bit tense from the mission you just pursued prior to entering this world. “Miguel.” You spoke into your mic. No response. No time to wait.

You quickly got to your feet before darting around the corner, suddenly realizing the setting. Of course it lured you to a fucking subway. You were quick on your feet, jumping down to the railway platform before darting down the tunnel, your sharp ears picking up on the sound of the creature’s claws scratching against the metal of the railing as it ran from you. You’d ran so far that you made it to another underground subway stop, spotting a new creature lingering in the area.

‘Here’s the second fucker.’ You thought to yourself as Venom reformed claws around your fingers. You jumped from the railway up to the tiled floor of the platform. The creature spotted you, quickly leaping at you as you returned the gesture. You noted the difference in strength in this one compared to the first anomaly you came across, easily overpowering this one. Just when you were about to sink your claws into its neck, you were launched off to the side, slamming into a solid wall behind you. Another rib cracked at the impact. Wonderful.

The first bastard was back. The two creatures stood side by side as you used the wall as support to rise to your feet. The two freaks of nature stalked around you before launching forward.

“Venom.” You growled out. It didn’t hesitate, enveloping your body in its black tar-like body. You immediately threw the stronger one back, sending it over the platform and onto the railway as you focused your attention on the weaker anomaly.

You were able to land a multitude of hits on this one, weakening it. Just when you were about to stab your claws into its chest, the stronger one recuperated, releasing a deafening scream that incapacitated you, forcing Venom to recede back inside you. The ground shook from the scream, the beams at the subway shaking as dust fell from the ceiling.

‘Fuck, I need to focus on that one or this rusty building is going down on all three of us.’

You were alone now, the scream forcing Venom to retreat. You made circles with the creature, the weaker of the two still recovering on the floor. You made the first move, webbing the feet of the anomaly to the floor before landing a kick straight in its chest.

The creature slammed against another beam. Fuck. Bad move. The ceiling shook again, an unsettling sound of creaking above them. The building was going to collapse at this rate. You needed to keep these two down here while getting back to ground level so you wouldn’t get stuck or worse, killed under the rubble.

“Miguel.” Silence. What the fuck was he doing right now? Just when you were about to approach the now weakened anomaly, you felt the muscle in your thigh tense. You dropped one knee, accidentally slamming it against the tiled floor. You gritted your teeth, the muscle cramping from overworking yourself. Miguel had warned you, and now you were experiencing the outcome. In the midst of Venom attempting to reform around you, you were tackled from behind. The second one was back up.

You swung your now clawed fingers back, moving to plunge your hand into the chest of this anomaly. You were cut short as the other let out another ear-piercing screech, forcing Venom to retreat yet again. The entire bottom level shook now. ‘This building’s going down.’ You thought to yourself. “Miguel,” you shouted into the earpiece, “I need backup, I’m under the apartment buildi—,” your words were cut short as the infrastructure gave out, sending you into darkness.

Miguel was in the midst of cleaning himself up when he heard the low sound of a rumble on the other side of his earpiece. He immediately raised the volume on his earpiece. ‘Shit, shit shit,’ he though to himself, ‘I wasn’t paying attention.’ “Y/n, what’s your status?” Miguel quickly spoke into the mic, turning Lyla back on. Lyla’s hologram reappeared, about to crack a joke before noticing Miguel’s panicked expression as he looked at his monitors, rapidly typing on the keyboard. “Shit—Lyla, call Jess and Hobie to HQ now,” he said quickly before shouting into the earpiece, “Y/n, give me a status update!” Silence. A deadly silence that was interrupted a few minutes later by the sound of a weak wheeze. Y/n.

“Fuck, y/n, what’s your status?” Miguel spoke quickly into his earpiece as he connected the audio to a walkie-talkie. Jessica entered Miguel’s office, Hobie following a few feet behind her. You couldn’t get a word out, a piece of rubble pressing against your torso, cutting your breaths short. Another weak wheeze, this time coming from the walkie. Jessica froze at the noise before quickly swinging up to Miguel’s platform. “Who is that? Is that—Don’t tell me that’s y/n.” She said quickly. Hobie was already analyzing the holographic map on Miguel’s desk, typing the coordinates for your marker into his wristwatch before creating a portal. “Let’s go.”

You let out another weak wheeze, groaning in pain when the rubble shifted. Your right ankle was stinging, likely sprained, and your knee cap fractured from it hitting the tiled floor prior to the collapse. Your side felt wet and the rebar poking out of a chunk of concrete next to you easily explained why. The screech from the anomaly must’ve ruptured an eardrum, since you could feel the ticklish trickle of blood leaking out of your ear. Your earpiece was knocked out, hidden somewhere in the rubble that pinned you down as you heard the distant sound of Miguel’s panicked voice coming from it. ‘Wonderful timing, boss.’ You thought to yourself as you let out a pained coughed, your throat coated in dust. Your vision started to fade in the midst of you trying to count how many fractures your ribs incurred.

The trio wasn't enough to get you out of the rubble, having to call over a dozen other spider people to aid in the search for you. The only thing keeping Miguel’s hopes up was the presence of a pulse that your wristwatch was picking up, Lyla closely monitoring it for any changes as per Miguel’s orders. He could feel his heart cracking at the edges at the sight of a few spider people gently pulling your unconscious body from under the rubble. They immediately applied pressure to your side due to a large gash from a piece of rebar as Miguel quickly opened a portal back to HQ, rushing you to the medical wing of the building.

Your eyes were hazy when you opened them, taking a few moments to adjust to the bright hospital lights, though the dizziness stayed. You reached a hand up to the nasal cannula, taking note of the tug from the IV in your arm. An IV. A cannula. Bright lights. You hated hospitals with a passion. You shot up in the bed, your body wracked with pain from both a terrible concussion as well as the broken ribs. Strong hands firmly gripped your shoulders, gently guiding you to lay back down on the bed as a soothing voice murmured to you, though you couldn't make out the words. You complied, reluctantly, though majorly because you didn't have the strength to protest.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you focused on a breathing technique to try and ease some of the pain from your array of broken and fractured ribs, though the pain was still agonizing even when you inhaled. Thank god for your pain tolerance, or this could be a lot more unbearable than it already is. You could faintly hear Miguel's unintelligible voice, but he kept a low tone to accomodate your ruptured eardrum. You felt soft fingers stroking the top of your left hand. Jess. She was on your left, Miguel on your right. You could feel a weight on your left leg. Pavitr. Gods, the boy looked up to you like you were an older brother to him. You couldn't imagine how stressed he must be to see you in this state.

You opened your eyes again after about ten minutes, slowly blinking as you let your eyes adjust to the harsh lighting above you. After you finally gained a good enough level of clarity, your sharp eyes began darting around the room, grabbing every little detail you could pick up without tilting your concussed head. You made eye contact with Jessica, who was tracing soft patterns into your forearm as she looked at you, a soft look in her eyes. She was like an older sister to you in a way, and even though you never acknowledged this, she knew.

Your eyes shifted over to Pavitr, who was sat in a chair closer to the end of the bed, practically hugging the lower half of your left leg. You had a brace around your right ankle and could feel the tight gauze wrapped around your thigh, hidden under the blankets. Your abdomen felt very snug, being tightly wrapped in gauze as well due to what you assumed was that wet feeling on your side from when you were under the rubble. The cut on your brow had a stitch and your lip was busted.

You could feel the tickle of Miguels breath against your upper arm, but you never looked over at him. His left hand was gripping your thick tricep like a lifeline while his right remained intertwined with yours. You refused to look at the man, and rightfully so. Had he been paying attention instead of getting distracted by god knows what, you wouldn't be in this uncomfortable situation. "Summary?" You asked Jessica in a raspy voice, your eyes were half-lidded as they focused on Pavitr's sleeping figure.

Miguel answered for Jessica. It ticked you off. You didn't want to hear his voice right now. "Sprained ankle, laceration in your right side, two fractured ribs, three broken, grade three concussion, gash in your right thigh, fractured knee cap, and a few cuts and bruises," Miguel replied quickly, "your lung collapsed, so you had a chest tube in but it was removed yesterday morning." You had a question on the tip of your tongue, but you knew Miguel would answer it before Jess could. "You've been out for six days." Miguel murmured, unknowingly answering said question. "We were worried sick." Bullshit. You had to resist the urge to say it aloud. This wouldn't have happened had he been paying attention and heard at least one of your three call outs.

Jess could see the anger flickering in your narrowed eyes as you focused on Pavitr again in an attempt to calm your nerves. She could feel your fingers twitching against her hand as you took quiet breaths. She was sure Miguel could feel the motions in your fingers too, since the man had his hand tightly threaded with yours. You didn’t have energy to be angry right now. You could feel a wave of exhaustion coming over you, making your eyelids heavier than they already were. You succumbed to the feeling, your eyes slowly shutting.

‘He didn’t even look at me.’ Was a repetitive thought in Miguel’s head over the next few weeks. He took notice in that behavior. How could he not? He didn’t blame you, but it didn’t stop him from feeling a flicker of jealousy when he saw you and your goddamn face on the cameras and how you looked at all the spider people who visited you with kindness. You even gave little smiles to a few with that pretty face of yours—Fuck, he needed to talk about that.

Miguel didn’t get too many chances to visit you throughout the weeks and when he did manage to, you were already asleep by the time he got there. He’d pull a chair next to your bed, staring at you in ways he didn’t could only dream of compared to when you were awake. He'd spend a few hours every other night just… analyzing you. Counting every vein that traveled up your forearm, staring at the thick lashes on your lower waterline, the broad chest that peeked out of your hospital shirt—Gods, how could you be equal parts pretty and handsome?

Tonight was the same routine, Miguel had snuck into the medical wing way past visiting hours, slinking into your hospital room. He stood in the doorway, listening to the quiet whistling sound your nose made when you inhaled as confirmation that you were asleep. He stepped in, sliding the door shut behind him before grabbing a chair at the entry, picking it up and gently setting it on the floor at your bedside.

He took a seat before pulling a small metal object from his pocket. A nail clipper. Miguel had noticed that your nails had gained a bit of length, not much, but enough for him to notice. Definitely not because he wanted a reason to touch your hands. He carefully sat himself on the edge of your hospital bed before gently lifting your hand that still had an IV in it.

The horny bastard nearly moaned at how heavy your hand felt in his. How were you so strong? You barely had free time to work out with how often you were hunting anomalies and there was no way chasing those guys alone would be enough, right? He carefully set your hand on his thigh, the warmth emitting from you causing a smile to spread across his face. Gods, this felt wrong.

The room was silent besides the occasional clicking noise of the nail clipper as he worked through your first hand, making sure to carefully round the edges of your nails. Your hands were so nice, saliva pooling in Miguel’s mouth that he had to swallow down as he ran the pads of his fingers over every vein that traveled up the top of your hand. His mind was wandering and god your fingers were thick. The thoughts came before he could stop them, imagining you sliding your heavy digits into his mouth, coating them in his saliva before sliding them inside him one by one—

Miguel leaned over you, gently lifting your untreated hand to rest in his before he began repeating the same ministrations he gave to the first. The closer proximity made the scent of you in his nose even stronger. Your musk was a bit of everything: comforting, arousing, warm, familiar. If he could have it as a cologne, he would. ‘Fuck, is something wrong with me?’ Miguel thought to himself as he leaned towards you, his nose inching closer to the pulse in your neck.

He couldn’t help himself, gently laying your hand back in its original position before dipping down, pressing his nose against the delicate skin of your neck. ‘Something’s wrong with me.’ He inhaled deeply, having to suppress a moan in his throat at the smell of you. He planted his hands next to your hips. Oh my god, speaking of which, your hips just seemed to move so fluidly with you when you walked. It wasn’t like you were just blatantly swaying them, but Miguel noticed the way they seemed to rise and lower in sync with your bulky thighs as you moved around his office.

‘You’re tempting me on purpose, you have to be.’ Miguel thought to himself as he indulged further, letting the tip of his cold nose press against the side of your throat as he breathed you in. ‘I’ve never acted like this about anyone in my life before. Why’re you so easy to obsess over?’ Miguel found himself watching the medical wing’s security cameras in his time, watching as you walked in the hall with Jess, using the wall as a slight support. You looked like a leviathan in the hallway, your tall, broad stature taking up a large portion of the hall and dwarfing Jessica. You had no idea how arousing just the sight of you was.

Miguel’s thoughts were cut off by the feeling of your firm, calloused hands wrapping around his waist, spreading your warmth to those areas. Miguel nearly choked on his breath, absolutely refusing to meet your gaze right now. He couldn’t look you in the eyes. God no. You just caught him in the fucking act.

Miguel kept his head tucked under your chin, a warm feeling coiling in his gut at the realization that your hands wrapped nearly entirely around his waist. How the hell was that even possible? The man was 6’9 yet you managed to make him feel small. How were you even possible? Oh my god, he couldn’t even imagine the view you’d get if you were to wrap those hands around his waist, keeping him in place as you pounded into hi—

“Miguel.”

You felt your hand twitch at the feeling of something cold brushing against your neck. A nurse? Or maybe just a nip of the cold breeze that carried throughout the wing? Nope. ‘Y/n.’ You weren’t thinking that. Why would you repeat your own name? Oh right, you aren’t alone in your body. ‘Venom?’ There was a moment of silence in your conscious. ‘That… man is here again. The human. The weird one.’ ‘Miguel?’ A beat of silence yet again. Venom didn’t like saying the man’s name, preferring to lightheartedly insult him when describing him. You’d always brushed off Venom’s insistence that Miguel had a thing for you. ‘He’s touching you. Again.’ It’s voice was a hiss. ‘What?’

You woke up before you could get a response, your eyes quickly adjusting to the dark room, Miguel’s sturdy figure illuminated by the moonlight peeking into the room. You could feel him twitch and his breath catch when you wrapped your hands around his noticeably narrow waist. Why you chose his waist, you didn’t know, the motion being almost instinctual. You could tell he didn’t want to look at you. How could he, when you just caught him practically burying his face into your neck? You had to break the silence, as much as you hated speaking.

“Miguel.”

Silence in response to your husky voice. You slid your hands up his waist, gripping the sides of his chest before pulling him away, taking note of how your thumbs pressed into the plump edges of his pecs. Miguel’s eyes were trained on your neck as his hands rested against the large muscle of your shoulders. His face was red. So red. This wasn’t Miguel. This didn’t look like the man who so easily scolded others and had a resting bitch face for hours on end. Or at least it didn’t look like it.

“Miguel.”

Your voice was a lot firmer this time, catching Miguel’s full attention as he slowly looked up at you, an innocent look in his eyes. Who was this? Surely this wasn’t the leader of the Spider Society in your hospital room. Who was this little minx that slinked into your room while you were unconscious? “Explain yourself.” You wanted to say more, but the soreness of your throat said otherwise. “I-I was cutting your nails.” Miguel’s voice was shaky. You never heard the man like this before. “And?” You asked inquisitively. He was silent, his eyes darting between each of your sharper ones. “And I was… checking your pulse…?” Miguel’s voice was nearly silent now, an obvious hesitation in his voice.

“You’re a wonderful liar, boss.” You stared him down, your piercing gaze practically demanding an answer. “I was smelling you.” He whispered it so quietly, you almost didn’t pick it up with your still recovering eardrum. “Why?” “Because… because I missed you.” Miguel’s voice was a murmur. Missed you? Why the hell did he miss you? “You wouldn’t miss me if you had been paying attention.” You had to address the elephant in the room.

“Y/n—” “No. Explain to me. Because I called out to you thrice and I got zero response.” Not now, not yet. Miguel wanted this conversation to wait till you were fully recovered. His eyes darted to the door he came in through, but you quickly caught on, sliding your hands down to his waist again and tightening your grip. Oh fuck, Miguel had to suppress a whimper at the feeling. “I-I was busy with Lyla and—” “It’s an earpiece. You would’ve heard me. Meaning you either removed it or muted it. Explain why.” “Y/n, please, you should really just—” “What were you doing that was so important?”

Miguel’s mind was reeling. A part of him wanted to run from this conversation but the other was loving the sound of your voice and the feel of your firm grip on his waist. “Y-You should just go back to be—” “Shut up.” Gods, you had an authority in your voice that silenced him immediately. The feeling of your firm finger wrapped around his waist had him tensing his arms, pleading with his body to send the rushing heat elsewhere.

“Miguel. I will tell Lyla to pull up the cameras in your office myself. Or I’ll send Venom to.”

There was no running from this. No way in hell. “I-I was touching myself.” There. It was out now. He said it. Were you happy? Who knows, cause Miguel screwed his eyes shut the moment he said it. “Touching yourself…” Your voice was lower, and had a hint of anger and confusion in it. “Yes.” Miguel practically gasped out the word, his face flaming in his embarrassment. He’d rather just tell the man then have him watch it himself on the cameras. “You expect me to believe that? That you were touching yourself? We were talking and then suddenly you went radio si—…Miguel.” Fuck, fuck, fuck. You connected the dots. Miguel wanted to crawl into a hole.

“Explain it. Now.” Miguel was quick in his response. “Y-You were breathing, and every fucking piece of audio was picked up, and-and I felt this heat in me. And then you groaned and I just—I just…” Your grip tightened around his waist again and Miguel couldn’t help it, letting out a soft whimper at your touch. “You couldn’t help yourself.” You murmured. Miguel nodded his head in shame, opening his eyes again, though they remain focused on your neck again.

“Miguel.” His eyes snapped up to yours, an unmistakable heat in your husky voice. “Go lock the door.”

Miguel stood so quickly that the chair next to your bed nearly got knocked over.

So… are we feeling a part two? 😏 or was this ass? Cause I’ll stop rn. Lmao.

#miguel ohara x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #male reader #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x male reader #x male reader #miguel o'hara x male reader #sub miguel o'hara #dom male reader

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sparklecarehospital · 9 months ago

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I know you’re not working on any askblog things but will the sparklecare askblog ever return?

i've thought about this a lot, semi-recently. sorry for long post, i had a lot to say

see, the issue with asksparklecare is the fact it's supposed to "go along with canon events" and a lot of the time, the arcs will just abruptly end or change with no real connection between them. haunted was sort of my first attempt at putting a "story" on there, then again with the kissmas comic from 2021.

when i started cometcare for example, i wanted to take the generic "ask blog" format and turn it into a coherent, cohesive connecting story that just had interactive elements to make it engaging with readers as opposed to just making people ask the characters questions aimlessly. the main ask blog never really had that entirely, it was just sort of the classic 2010s-style ask blog, this is apparent in basically every arc on there.

it's stumped me quite a bit because now that i have this very different style of ask blog storytelling, the original ask blog feels weird to go back to and i don't feel the same passion or connection with it that i once did. it's a little bit frustrating. i tried to do an arc about the side patients but as you guys saw, i never even did it because i felt so out of touch with that old format of ask blog posts and i couldn't bring myself to work on it at all.

cometcare and darkermatters both have Stories to them, and each arc has a plot that is moved on by readers- even if i already have it written out, there are little things people can influence through the asks and it's a good way for introducing new characters or expanding on characters who we've already met. several times cometcare will return to specific characters to relay information or new details or exposition or something that their initial introduction didn't have.

it's a much more fun process for me to write actual stories in my AU blogs, instead of just....making the characters talk. and another thing- going alongside the main comic has problems, because sometimes there's information i can only reveal in the comic itself, and it's hard to keep up with it in general.

i enjoyed doing the kissmas comic because i got to do a "story" even if it wasn't interactive. i had fun repeating the concept on cometcare last december with help of the crew.

i'm sort of at a loss of what to do with the main ask blog at this point. as much as i miss doing stuff like that for main comic, i just don't find it FUN to do it that way anymore, i've become too attached to the storytelling aspects of my other ask blogs and it just doesn't feel the same exciting experience of watching people react to events and such.

if anyone has suggestions about what i should do with the main ask blog to solve this problem i'm open to hearing them, it would be nice to have some ideas because i'm really not sure what i want to do with it.

there was a time i had the idea of doing a backstory ask blog as an alternate main canon interactive story that followed similar mechanics as cometcare and darkermatters, but idk if everyone would be interested in that. that would probably be a separate thing if i ever did it.

thoughts, opinions, suggestions and ideas are all welcome in the replies or my inbox, i would love to have your guys' input since im making content you all would be engaging with after all

#answers #long post

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ettawritesnstudies · 11 months ago

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Hi Etta! Sorry if you already mentioned this, but where/how did you find your editors? (If you don't mind sharing)

Don't mind at all!

I know there are companies like Reedsy and the Writers Digest which have databases of editors, but that seemed really overwhelming. At the end of the day, the best way to get resources is to network (make friends, and hope their mutuals like you too).

Last year, I did an interview for Amanda Auler on Instagram and she boosted my account, so months later I ended up doing an interview for Addison Horner. He does editing for indie authors, so I asked him for a sample edit and liked it, but I wanted to get other points of comparison first, so I asked around and came up with a short list of editors. I contacted them, and when I had enough to compare, I ended up deciding I liked Addison best and drew up a contract with him. God moment that I found him so quickly.

But if I had to give this advice to someone else I'd recommend following these steps:

Read books in your genre. Read INDIE AUTHORS in your genre. Review their books. Follow them on social media. Be a friendly fan but don't make it weird.

Indie authors are one person publishing teams desperate for engagement and positive attention. They will thank you for your help and be willing to pay it forward when the time comes.

Once you have a handful of books you like that have similar vibes to your book, flip to the acknowledgements and find the editors name.

Google the editor, find their site, submit your inquiry, email works better than a form.

If you can't find the editor online, DM the indie author and ask "hey I really liked your book and it's a good comp title for my WIP. Who's your editor and what was your experience with them like? Do you mind pointing me their way?" Follow the author's advice. Repeat as needed.

(I've only ever received nice responses to this, don't be anxious. If they don't reply they're probably just busy, not annoyed).

When you contact editors, ask about their availability, rates, and be specific about what type of editing you need. Ask for a free sample edit. Mine were 250-2500 words.

Supply details about your WIP. Mine looked like this:

Title: Runaways

Genre: Middle Grade Portal Fantasy. I'm not labeling it as "Christian Fiction" as religion isn't a focus point of the story, but there are significant underlying Catholic themes.

Premise: When Cecelia goes missing one stormy Halloween night, her older sister, Hannah, must venture into the faerie courts to learn the truth about their past and bring her home. (Linked WIP Page with additional information)

Length: About 86,000 words, 180 pages (Times New Roman, 12pt, double spaced, standard 1in margins formatting). 21 chapters with an epilogue

Style: 3rd person limited, present tense. 3 POV characters: primarily Hannah at first, and then Cecelia and the third added later, alternating.

Status/Timeline/Availability: Currently with a 2nd round of beta readers, and I'll be getting feedback by March 31st. After editing the draft to reflect their feedback and doing my own line edits, I'll be looking for a line/copy edit around April/May or early summer.

Types of edits needed: As I understand, every editor uses "line" and "copy" edit slightly differently, but I'm looking for a combination of both styles if possible: checking for internal consistency, logical choreography, adequate descriptions, minor plot or worldbuilding errors, as well as language concerns like cutting crutch words, making sentence structure more dynamic, choosing the right verbs, etc. Developmental editing not needed. Waiting to do proofreading at the moment

When perusing at the editors site, look for credentials/certifications, their backlog of works, and testimonials

If you don't have enough options following this method, join some discord servers! I'm in a local NaNoWriMo group and a Catholic Writers Guild called Inkwells and Anvils which were both useful. I think there might be some writeblr ones as well. Find the critiques channel and send the same information there^^

Compare sample edits. Who respects your voice? Who supplied the most insightful comments? Do you vibe over email? Are they willing to do a stylesheet? Do they like your book? Can you set up a 15 minute zoom call to see if you vibe and discuss details?

Look at prices. My rate is $.015 a word but that's pretty cheap for the industry. Most of the rates I saw publicly were between $.02-.03/word for line editing.

Pray/sleep on it

Once you pick your best option, set a date to send them the manuscript, sign contracts, and make payment.

Send a polite email to the other editors and say "I regret to say you're not quite the right fit for this book, but I appreciate all your time, help, and advice! I hope to work with you in the future" or something along those lines. Don't burn your bridges.

Celebrate!

This whole process took me a couple weeks, everyone was very punctual and professional and friendly. I ended up going with Addison not only because he was the cheapest but also because he made 3X the number of comments as any other writer, and his comments were specific and useful. He understood my characters immediately, I think in part because his writing style is similar to mine, based on his debut novel, Marrow and Soul. We're both Christians who like YA dark fantasy. It's a good match. He's still taking clients for later in the year if that's your vibes. I also worked with Amber Burdett and Sariah Solomon, who were both lovely.

I wish you the best of luck finding an editor who fits your story! I hope this was helpful and not overly long.

#etta rambles #writeblr #writeblr community #editing #professional editing

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8turning · 1 year ago

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hii! i was wondering if i could request haemin or kyungmin x gn!reader (established relationship) like them being protective over reader when someone keeps asking for their number or if they have a s/o :) it’s completely fine if you’re uncomfortable with this and don’t want to write it! thank you so much anyway <3

- 🐻‍❄️

hiii 🐻‍❄️ anon!! thank you for this request :]

⌕ . . . jangshinz — two versus one !

bf ! jangshinz (separately) x gn ! reader ★ fluff. established relationship. ★ scenario ★ warnings: food mentions. use of "babe" in haemin's section. weird stranger. let me know if i missed anything!

n. trying out a different format, hopefully its interesting to read :]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀〈 REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED ! 〉

some things in life are best enjoyed alone - finding the time to take on small tasks or a new hobby slowly dwindle away as you grow older, making those moments just that much more important.

that, at least, used to be the belief you guided yourself with. relishing in your alone time and making the most of the few hours - or even minutes - you were able to bask in. as of recent times, you've found your time spent alone to feel much more . . . lonely.

that was your intention, though, wasn't it? to free yourself of the pressure to maintain conversation and allow yourself time to recharge your social battery before you had to repeat the same process; it's felt different recently.

in the beginning of your relationship with your boyfriend, you failed to realize why you felt the way you did. but the more and more your usual lonesome weekends turned into morning breakfasts and evening movies, you realized you began to long for more moments with him.

the times you'd typically lay back and recount your day, you found yourself calling him to talk about it. the tingles you felt on your cheeks and the way your heartbeat picked up speed hearing your lover's laugh was all the more proof that maybe some things in life are best enjoyed with the company of someone you love.

you came to that realization slowly, and truthfully, your boyfriend found it cute how often you told him that you missed him or when you would send him a picture of something that brought back a memory of you two; he always did the same.

with the confirmation that your schedules lined up just enough for you two to meet at a nearby café in the afternoon, you found yourself hoping your eventful weekday would go by quicker, but not for the reason you used to wish for such.

days turned into hours, hours into minutes, then within seconds, you heard the bell chime from the cafe's entrance. you raise your head, knowing your boyfriend was close to the location from the constant updates he texted you.

the smile he sent you always gave you a different feeling than the one you'd see while video calling, you could see clearly as the corners of his eyes crinkle with joy as he approaches the table you had acquired for you both.

the café was serene, most people choosing to spend their weekends outside gave you and your boyfriend the benefit of relaxing in quiet, indoor spaces - most of the time, you preferred such anyways.

the minimal chatter of other café-goers and the sound of different drinks being brewed was enough to make your thirst all the more present. pushing away the thought, he sits in the chair across the table, the same handsome smile on his face that he greeted you with when you first met.

"sorry for being a bit late," he apologizes, and its then when you notice the slight pant in his voice. "last schedule ran a bit later than planned."

you shake your head, reassuring him that you're just glad to have this time with him. he smiles once more, leaning an elbows against the table and resting his chin in his palm as he looks at you.

"i'm glad to be here with you, too," he replies - the gaze he held with you was full of love and admiration. "do you want me to go order us something?"

you offer him a smile. "if it's not too much trouble for you," you say, tilting your head to the side as you watch him stand.

"it's never too much trouble if its for you," he says, stretching his long arms in front of him before making his way to the front counter, your order from previous meetings already engraved into his memory.

the bell chiming at the front door could be heard throughout the quaint café - pulling out your phone, you rest your forearms on the table while scrolling through various time-consuming apps as you wait for your lover to return.

though your attention was on your phone, the sound of approaching footsteps made you raise your head - the person in front of you wasn't your boyfriend, though. rather, they were a complete stranger to you.

"no-show date?" they ask, both hands buried into their zip-up jacket's pockets as they stood to the left of the chair across from you. "strange how that always happens to the most attractive people."

shaking your head quickly, you dismiss their claims. "not a no-show," you begin, but before you can elaborate that your boyfriend was just across the shop, the stranger interrupts you once more.

"so they just leave you here all alone, then?"

the persons assumptions made your skin begin to crawl, indirectly insulting your boyfriend's priorities as if they had any idea the ins and outs of your relationship - as if they were entitled to know.

you set your phone face-down on the table, leaning on your elbows as you spoke to them. "can you leave me alone?" you ask, tone coming off more stern rather than that of an inquiry. "why are you even talking to me anyway?"

"why are you replying?" they taunt, a distasteful grin growing on their face - your annoyance was entertaining to them.

from the other end of the shop, where your boyfriend was waiting patiently for your drinks to be made, his gaze falls back to the table he left you at. almost immediately, his eyes dart from the back of your head to the random person you seemed to be conversing with.

thinking nothing of it at first - maybe you just ran into an old friend - he continues to wait, but its only until you lean forward to talk to the stranger and the stranger smiles down at you that he feels his heart sink to his stomach.

there was something odd about the interaction, your previously relaxed demeanor was now tense as you continued to speak with the person. even when the barista called out his name, his eyes remained fixed on your table.

"sir?" someone calls out to him, quickly catching his attention long enough to grab the drinks and thank the worker - his steps felt heavy as he approached the table once more.

he was no lip reader, but as he made his way closer, he could make out some words - words that made his blood run cold.

"i'm just saying, i'd never leave you alone like this," the stranger says, their hands removing themselves from their pockets to lean against the table, holding their weight up by their palms. "why don't you let me take you out?"

his feet pick up pace just enough to reach the table before you could answer the person's question. knowing you'd brush the stranger away eases his mind, but the fact that this random person - who you obviously didn't know either - had the audacity to suggest such from you made him see red. within seconds, you can see your boyfriend standing beside you and staring down the uninvited person.

your belief that some things are best enjoyed alone was shattered once you met your boyfriend, but one belief that remained strong was its additional counterpart: three is definitely a crowd.

💭 001 : JUNG HAEMIN !

haemin was never one for confrontation - you've known that since you met him, so his sudden appearance next to you and eyes pointed in the direction of the stranger was a sight you weren't used to.

feigning obliviousness as to why this person was at the table, he spoke up. "who's this, babe?"

the sudden use of the pet name made you look up at him questioningly - haemin wasn't fond of using them in public, but knowing he's using one now to establish himself as your boyfriend makes your heart skip a beat.

"i'm not sure," you answer honestly, eyes shifting back to the person leaning on the other end of the table. upon hearing this, haemin continues with whatever act he was putting on, even though his skin was crawling from thinking they had tried to court you so openly.

"is there something i can help you with?" he asks with the most polite tone he could muster - you could see right through it, not to mention they way his stance was tense. the stranger simply looks between you and haemin, eyes flicking back and forth a few times before they let out a sigh, pushing themselves off of the table.

"not anymore," they spit, shoving their hands back into their pockets before turning and walking in the opposite direction. you didn't get a chance to make sure they were out of sight before haemin returns to his place across from you, setting your drink down in front of you with a soft smile on his face.

"thank you for saving me, babe," you tease in an attempt to brighten the atmosphere - you're grateful it worked. haemin's hand shoots to cover his mouth, his smile hiding behind it as he pokes his drink with his straw.

he shakes his head, lowering his hand to grab at his drink. "i barely did anything," haemin breaks eye contact with you as he takes a sip. "they barely put up a fight - could sense the jealousy in my eyes."

your brows furrow as his eyes meet his again. "you were jealous?"

you didn't realize?

haemin can manage his emotions well. with his tall build and stoic nature, it probably was difficult for others to read his emotion, hence your confusion and the strangers quick departure.

thinking back on how he probably looked to the random person, he cringes when he imagines himself seeming more fearful rather than threatening and the stranger leaving out of pity rather than panic. haemin lets out an embarrassed groan, both hands now leaving his cup to cover his face to hide his flushed cheeks.

"why're you hiding?" you giggle, leaning forward on the table and grabbing at his wrists softly, prying them away from his face. "you don't have to be embarrassed about anything, haem," you comfort, your thumbs sliding over his knuckles gently.

he drops his head onto his forearms, a soft pink dusting high on his cheekbones as he replays the situation over again in his head.

"if it makes you feel any better, i think what you did was really sweet."

although haemin would probably never admit it to you, hearing you say those words as you play with his fingers made butterflies swell in his chest.

💭 002 : CHO KYUNGMIN !

kyungmin - before thinking of any possible consequences - finds himself brushing past the stranger, seemingly ignoring their looming stance over the table as he passes you the drink you requested.

you watch his action with a confused tilt of your head - you're sure the stranger saw it, too. kyungmin continued as normal across from you, pretending there was not a physical barrier from beside him partially impairing his view of you.

he seemed so unbothered, you almost wanted to laugh. watching as the stranger pushes up from their spot, their eyes land on to the top of kyungmin's head - he paid them no mind, keeping his attention on you.

"did i order the right one?" he asks, eyebrows raising slightly at his inquiry.

"yes, thank you," you reply, knowing he knew your order by heart - he never got it wrong; the question was meant to deter the stranger. instead, they continue to hover your table, causing kyungmin to let out a self-soothing sigh, controlling his minimal patience before finally meeting the eyes of the person.

you watch your boyfriend's eyes flick up, the stranger looming over you both was quick to catch his gaze. "is there a reason you're here?" kyungmin says bluntly - his tone takes you by surprise, his usual shy and soft exterior replaced with one of straight-forwardness.

it seems the person picks up on the suddenly dense atmosphere, quickly shaking their head negatively and muttering a small "no" in reply to your lover, hands finding their way back into their pockets before they turn to take their leave.

it was almost humorous how quickly kyungmin's demeanor changed after that - finding your eyes and immediately the crease between his brows softened and his lips curled into a smile. "they weren't super pushy were they?" he asks, his tone apologetic as he tried to read your face for any discomfort.

"they weren't awful," you reply, breaking eye contact as your thumb rubs the side of your cup - your boyfriend knew you well enough to know you weren't being 100% open. ". . . but still not great," you finish, bringing your cup to your lips to try and ease the uncomfortable feeling settling in your chest.

"i'm sorry i wasn't here sooner," he apologizes, and before you're able to tell him he has nothing to apologize for, he continues. "i'll do what i can to make sure you aren't in that position again."

the feeling in your chest is quickly replaced with one of warmth - a genuine feeling of admiration for the boy who sat across from you with a gleeful smile and a sparkle in his eyes.

"thank you, min," and while kyungmin felt you had no reason to thank him - that it was expected of him to take care of you - he knows you'd insist he's worthy of being thanked. letting the argument die in his throat before he had the chance to say it, he offers you the softest smile he's ever worn.

"anything for you."

#8turn fluff #8turn fanfic #8turn writing #8turn x reader #haemin fluff #haemin fanfic #haemin writing #haemin x reader #kyungmin fluff #kyungmin fanfic #kyungmin writing #kyungmin x reader #.mine #.haemin #.kyungmin #.anon 🐻‍❄️

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doodling-doodle · 5 months ago

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Through The Eras (CH.8)

Okay. it was finally almost time for the MVA’s.

Wanderlust was exhausted but it was finally almost over, and he could collapse on his bed for twenty-four hours. His costume was ready, everyone had rehearsed, the sound checks were done, and props were ready. It was finally time, and he could relax a little.

So, now, he was just waiting… He just hadn’t seen Jack in over a week… He wanted to see Jack again…

Ugh. It would be fine. It was fine… Everything was fine.

(BEFORE READING! please note that I am posting this from my tablet rather than my laptop right now, so if formatting is off, and there’s not any italics or bolds where there normally would be, it will be fixed at a later date)

…

“Stress” was an understatement. Normally, he’d be fine with the MVA’s, because he loved them! But, he just found himself constantly out of time. He felt this weird sense of urgency in everything he did, needing to get it done as soon as possible so people wouldn’t be disappointed. He could handle it, he didn’t need people doubting him and his ability to run a show- he knew he could! He was going to prove it!

He woke up early today- well, even earlier then normal, he guessed- got coffee, made some to take to the building, he quickly ate a croissant that his mom told him to take before he left for the day, and he was off.

Today was… what was today- Oh yeah! The final rehearsals for Cygnus and Dahlia! Good, that meant this was… finally almost over. He had never said “Finally” when talking about award shows. He always loved it. But, he guessed that this was just his stress this time.

Okay, he needed to get a move on. Cygnus was here and he needed to make sure the crew could get the props on and off the stage, the sound checks were done, everything.

“Wanderlust, there you are.”

Oh. His father was already here.

“Father, hey!” He said, trying to sound normal as he turned to face him, flipping through his notebook, “Uh, I don’t see you on the schedule today…”

“I’ll try and get my own stuff done after everyone else is finished.”

Okay, at least it wouldn’t interfere much. But he wasn’t going to let the crew stay too late… Maybe he could do it alone, it might help if he did that anyway. Rebuild part of the bridge or whatever. His mom would appreciate it.

“Alright, well-”

“Ah, Wanderlust!”

He looked over, seeing Cygnus walking in with a smile on his face.

“Hey!” He said, putting his notebook away, “You ready? This is the final resersal before the MVA’s.”

“I’m ready.” Cygnus stopped as he got closer, bowing slightly to him, and to his father once he fully noticed him, “Sir.”

“Cygnus…” His father looked to be scowling at him. But Cygnus, ever the level-headed madman, just… smiled.

“Pleasure, sir. I look forward to seeing you and The Queen next week!” He said, turning back to Wanderlust, “Now, I believe the sound checks were today, correct?” He asked, walking away, which made Wanderlust walk with him.

“Yes! That and making sure that we can get the props on and off. Should be fine, but always good to triple check!” He replied.

“Agreed!”

He looked behind him, seeing that his father had walked off, then whispered, “Holy shit, your a quick thinker. What made you do that?”

“The look on your face.” Cygnus said, “Fear and annoyance. I know it, I used to do it myself with my mother.”

Night Swan…

“I’m really sorry…” He said, “Thank you for… pulling me out of there… shits been happening and… we’re not really on the best terms right now.”

“It happens.” He stopped, turning to him, “But you’ll likely make up. And your lucky for that.”

He looked down slightly, shaking his head, “Uh- that aside, are all your props in the backstage?”

“Yes, I got all of that last night.”

“Great! The crew will be here soon, and we can get everything done!”

This would be the second to last day before he got a week break before the actual event… He tried to get Jack invited as a guest. His father said no. But it was worth a try.

One day. One day, he’d make sure Jack would be at all of these events and shows, and nothing would stop that from happening. One day…

He also just wanted to see Jack again… He hoped he would get there tonight, but, with his father staying late, he likely couldn’t.

He’d deal with it. Tomorrow would be fine too, he guessed.

…

Jack hummed softly as he waited in his therapist’s office, scrolling his phone as he did. He hadn’t been waiting for long, but his therapist was a little late today… odd.

Ah well. Gave him some time to think about a few things on the lighter side of his mind.

Khole was adjusting to her new job well, Brezz hadn’t seen her around since. Sara was able to be here for the MVA’s, and Wander was about to get a well deserved break… He had two theory’s on what was going on with that. 1, Wander was trying to spend as much time doing prep as possible. Or, 2, he was throwing himself into work to take his mind of everything going on. Because the thing was, Wander wasn’t out of time. He had plenty of time, but, he got up earlier and earlier, and was now pretty much living off of nothing but coffee. He didn’t know why Wander felt like it was so urgent.

He was going to treat Wander once he got his break. In fact, Wander said he might be able to make it tonight!

He saw a text pop up from Wander, and he smiled softly.

“So. Your gonna laugh…”

Oh no…

“What happened?”

“Father. He’s here to rehearse, I’m not going to let the crew stay that late. I’ll be here until midnight.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry.”

Wait a sec…

“Hey, you don’t have to go in until tomorrow afternoon, right?”

“‘Have to’, no.”

“Stay over here for the night. I miss you :(“

There was a pause…

“Alright. I’ll likely be there at 12:30 or 1:00”

“Good! I’ll be on the roof, okay?”

“I’ll be there.”

He smiled softly, but he looked up at the door when his therapist walked in and he stood to greet her.

“Hey! How’s it going today?” She asked.

“Not bad, honestly. Been better, but it’s not horrible.”

“That’s progress, better then previous times.”

He chuckled softly, sitting back down as she sat across from him.

Okay… this would take his mind off Wander, but would put his mind on other things… whatever, it was fine, he needed to talk about it…

…

Wanderlust sent the crew home at about 10:30 that night, along with Cygnus, Eva Chase and Estrella. He stayed to do all the soundchecks with his father, but, at least he had all his props and his outfit already done. Which meant this would probably be his first and only rehearsal… he never liked it. This is what his father always did, which meant that there was little room for error on the day of the MVA’s. He always liked doing a second sound check, double checking the weight of the props, doing a final rehearsal to make sure the outfit wouldn’t get caught on anything. There was an order he liked to follow, and since this was the one he was in crage of, he thought that people would follow it. And everyone did, except for his father…

He was just tired. He’d probably stop being annoyed in the morning.

They were almost done anyway. Doing the lighting tests and making sure that the stage lifts were working now, then he could go…

“Is that all?” His father asked after the lifts were put back into place.

“Yep! Your done.” He replied, trying his best to smile, “I’m gonna head out. I’m spending the night with Jack.”

“Really?”

“Yeah! It’s like a week since I’ve seen him, so, I’m heading to his place.”

“Hmm…” His father looked confused, and a little judgmental, “Shouldn’t you be back tomorrow?”

“Afternoon, yes.”

“But you like getting things done early.”

“Well, if I’m honest, the crew needs a break and I need a bit more time to sleep in.” He chuckled softly, picking up his bag, “However, I do need to be here at 10:00 in the morning next Tuesday, and then the same for Wednesday. Everyone else besides the crew will be here at about 7:30 and it’s live at 8:00.”

His father nodded, and looked like he was about to say something, but he opened his portal and turned.

“I’ll be back tomorrow. Love you!” He called out before walking through the portal, which led to the roof next to Jack’s… he saw him on the roof with his guitar, playing mindlessly.

He smiled softly, and walked over, seeing Jack look up at him and smile brightly, setting his guitar down and running over to him.

“Hey!” Jack called out as he got up to him to hug him, “Where have you been, Wander?? Seilos, you- holy shit, you look like death.” He said when he pulled back.

He chuckled a little, “Yeah… Kinda feel like it.”

Jack smiled sadly, pulling him back to the edge of the roof, and he picked up his guitar again, “Tommorow is the last day, right? Before the actual MVA’s?” He asked.

“Yeah… I’m ready to sleep for hours, honestly.” Wanderlust replied, laying down and sighing, “It’s been rough… It’s almost over…”

“You deserve a break.” Jack said, playing his guitar again, “Just lay there for a bit, honestly. Take some silence.”

“Don’t stop playing…”

He heard Jack chuckle, but he did keep playing, switching melodies a few times as he did.

Wanderlust must have not noticed, but he guessed he started tapping his leg to a beat, and Jack followed it.

If he was honest… it wasn’t just schedules in his notebook that he was writing… he kept writing lyrics. He wrote that “Slander song” that Jack encouraged him to write about his father. And he had a beat stuck in his head that he kept hearing when he wrote more lyrics. Jack just made it real. He kept looping it, and he was looking down at him, almost waiting for him to start singing what was in his head… so he did.

“Every time we lie awake. After every hit we take. Every feeling that I get. But I haven’t missed you yet…”

He started tapping his leg again, to a different beat to go with the guitar.

“Everyone that’s kept awake. By every silent scream we make. All the feelings that I get. But I still don’t miss you yet…”

He sat back up, and saw Jack’s smiling face as he waited for more.

“Only when I stop to think about it…” He held his finger up to signal Jack to stop, which he did, now looking giddy, grinning wider.

He started lightly banging his fist on the roof to a different beat for the chorus, with a few before it. He imagined that as drums more then anything. He kept tapping it.

“I.” Tap tap, “Hate.” Tap tap “Everything about you! Why.” Tap tap “Do I. Love you?”

Jack picked up on the beat, and he started doing it once he started repeating it.

“I.” Two quick strums on the guitar, “Hate.” And again, “Everything about you! Why.” Again, “Do I love you?!”

He started tapping the original beat again, and Jack quickly went back to it, grinning from ear to ear. He was enjoying this more then Wanderlust was.

“Every time we lie awake… After every hit we take. Every feeling that I get. But I haven’t missed you yet… only when I stop to think about it…”

Jack was already ready to repeat the beat again, tapping on his guitar to the beat that Wanderlust did before the chorus the first time, and they both sang it this time.

“I! Hate! Everything about you! Why! Do I! Love you?! I! Hate! Everything about you! Why do I love you?!”

He did a slightly slower beat this time.

“Only when I stop to think about you. I know… Only when you stop to think about me. Do you know…?”

He did the original beat again, four times, then the chorus beat again, and Jack went right back to it.

“I! Hate! Everything about you! Why! Do I! Love you?!”

Then a different one.

“You! Hate! Everything about me! Why! Do you! Love me?!”

Jack looked a little shocked, but kept going as long as Wanderlust went.

“I! Hate! You! Hate! I! Hate! That you love me!”

And one final time.

“I! Hate! Everything about you! Why! Do I! Love you?!” He singaled to Jack to stop again, smiling a little now.

“I fucking love it!” Jack said, setting his guitar down, “We have to get more instruments on that, holy shit!”

He chuckled softly, “Yeah… I want to, but, honestly, Jack… I want to go to sleep.” He said, standing… trying to, he actually stumbled a bit.

“Woah, woah.” Jack said, jumping up to hold onto him, “You okay?”

“Yeah… Yeah I just…” He rubbed his face softly, “I think…”

He tried to finish his sentence, shaking his head softly and trying to open his eyes again, “Need to lay down is all…”

He heard something from Jack, but for some reason he couldn’t hear it fully. What happened to his hearing, why didn’t he-...

…

Jack hummed to the quiet music he had playing as he was cooking lunch, which was actually some of Wander’s old songs. After Wander had passed out last night, he carried him down to the guest room in his apartment, and at least got his shoes off before getting him in bed. He put a set of PJ’s Wander had left next to the bed, and he hoped that Wander would sleep in. But, if he had to, he’d wake him up so he could get to the venue on time.

He hadn’t really seen Wander since the rehearsals started. He wasn’t expecting to see Wander, a man who was normally very put together for the sake of his public appearance, a bit of a frazzled mess. He would normally always have at least a small braid for his crown, have at least some makeup on, be at least somewhat dressed up.

Instead… He saw Wander with his hair curled and frizzy, as if it hadn’t been washed in a while, and his normal crown was traded for a shorter, smaller one that was clipped to his hair. He was wearing a loose, cropped hoodie and sweatpants- granted he still looked really good, still stunning even- and didn’t have any makeup at all, which meant that you could see the dark circles under his eyes from the lack of sleep. Call him extreme, but he’d even go as far as to say Wander dropped some weight, and it did not look good. It wasn’t a lot, but he noticed it… because he noticed everything about Wander.

Yes, he was obsessive. It wasn’t the best thing.

Khloe kept saying that he needed to just go through with his plan to ask Wander out, because he had one, and he had an entire fucking script for himself. But he wanted to wait until Wander was done with all the prep… which he guessed was today, or tomorrow, really… Fuck.

He needed to do it… otherwise Khloe was going to set them up, and that was going to be a fate worse then Night Swan.

He snapped from his thoughts when he heard a door open, and he looked over to see Wander rubbing his face and yawning.

“Morning, sunshine.” He said, smirking, “How you feelin?”

“Uhh…” Wander blinked, looking up at him, “What… happened last night…?” he asked as he sat down at the counter.

“You passed out.” Jack replied, “I had to carry you down here.”

“Sorry…”

“I’m more worried about you.” He leaned on the counter, “You’ve been overworking yourself.”

“I…” He played with the hem of his sleeve, which made Jack realize that he had actually changed, “I just wanted to forget everything, okay…? I threw myself into work so I could just focus on something other then… him.”

Jack nodded, “I get it. But… look at you, your a wreak. And you just slept for over twelve hours.”

“It’s one already?!” He tried to get up, but Jack held him down.

“I made a call.” He said, “You have until three. So, I’ll get some food in you, you take a shower, wash your hair- all of that. Just get yourself fixed up for the next two hours, then you run off.”

Wander blinked, “Who did you call?”

“I called both the crew and The Traveler. The crew were a lot happier to let you have an extra couple hours.”

Wander nodded, sighing softly as he relaxed back into his seat, “What are you cooking?”

“Making breakfast for lunch!”

“You didn’t have breakfast?”

“No, I did. But you didn’t.” He smiled, “Wanted you to still have it.”

“You didn’t… have to do that…”

“Eh, I know you haven’t been eating well, so.”

“Oh, Seilos damn it.”

“I started learning your tells, you can’t hide from me anymore.”

Wander cackled, shaking his head, “Jokes on you, I can read you too!”

“Oh I know. This is where it gets good.” He turned back to what he was cooking, trying to not burn anything… But man, Wander’s laugh was an instant serotonin boost, and such a distraction… damn it.

He stopped by the hotel after they ate and Wander was showering to get him clean clothes… and realized the box was still in front of Wander’s door… which meant he never realized, likely only portaling to be quicker.

He wasn’t snooping by any means, he just wanted to find something decent for Wander to wear… but he noticed the vanity, and pictures that were tucked into the frame of the mirror. He saw quite a few pictures that he and Wander took together, some that went on Wander’s Danceagram after the fact, and a few notes.

He would regret it later… but, he decided to take a closer look. Some of them were in different handwriting, and he immediately recognized Wander’s… and his own?

“Thanks, Starboy.”

That was the note he left Wander with the necklace. The necklace that Wander still wore almost every day.

There were a few other notes, most of which were Wander’s own reminders.

“6:30 arrival, props. Final day before break!”

He planned to get there at six in the morning…? Selios, no wonder he was fucking exchusted. That had to have been every morning…

There was a few from Si’ha, and he could tell from the cursive.

“Your doing great, darling! I’m proud of you.”

He’d be lying if he said that he actually hadn’t gotten a few from her from his stays at the palace… He was pretty sure this was more like what a mother should be like… It made him wish- no, he didn’t wish anything more from that woman. His therapist had said that he couldn’t keep wishing that he had things from a woman who would never even consider it. To not wish he had things from the people that hurt him. So he wouldn’t.

Okay, he needed to go and get back to his place… he knew it was today or never.

He placed the clothes on Wander’s bed, walking back out to the kitchen to wait for him.

“Did you break into my room?” Wander asked when he walked out, and he smiled as he stood.

“Is it breaking in when you give me the key?”

“Well… okay, fair point.”

He chuckled, quickly looking at how the clothes fit Wander’s body… it was a crop top and sweatpants- not something he really chose knowingly, he just thought it would look cute!... and it did.

“Okay… this is the final day, then I’m free until Wednesday…” He sighed, “Then I think you and I have some catching up to do.” He smiled, fully turning to Jack as he picked up his bag.

“Well…”

He couldn’t back out, he had to do it.

“Hm?”

“There’s a new restaurant that opened downtown…”

Keep talking, keep fucking talking.

“... if your up for it, we could… go to dinner one night…?”

Okay, he didn’t fumble it. He figured that, if he said something at least a little different then normal, saying go to dinner, versus, go get dinner… subtle, but, it made a difference in his head…

He watched Wander’s face for something, anything, to say how he was feeling.

It was a flash- literally less then a second- of shock and his eyes going wide, before a bright smile.

“Yeah, I’d love to! Can we do… Tuesday?”

“Yeah, that sounds great!” Holy shit. “You wanna do, like, 6:00 or something?”

“Yeah, that’s good!”

Holy shit.

“But, as much as I would love that tonight…” Wander said, “I do have to go.”

“Yeah…” He sighed, “Goodluck, okay?”

“Thanks.” He smiled softly, “I’ll see ya soon!”

“See ya!”

He watched Wander throw open a portal, and he ran through before it closed, and he threw himself onto the couch, head in hands.

“H-Holy fucking shit…” He huffed out a chuckle, hands shaking as he reached for his phone to text Khloe.

“I did it”

“What’s ‘it’?”

“I asked him out”

“OH

And??”

“He fucking said yes.”

He could have just broke down in tears… But now he had to plan the rest of it…

He had to figure out how to actually ask Wander if he’d… be his.

There was only two ways it would go, and he could only hope for the better option.

#jack rose jd #wanderlust jd #the traveler jd #jd cygnus #eva chase just dance #dahlia jd #just dance 2023 #just dance 2024 #Through The Eras JD

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moth-monarch · 11 months ago

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Ummm as long as I’m not being annoying maybe a fic of Dark Shadow interacting with principal nezu? Because neither of them are human and have been treated “less than” humans. If you don’t want to write nezu could you do kurogiri instead with the same premise? Because they are both seen as “monsters” and look so similar. (Again sorry for bothering you)

AAHHH! thank you so much for the ask! I will do my best but I've never written any kind of fanfic/one-shot down [for this fandom] so it might be formatted a bit weird! also, you're not bothering me or being annoying! I love being interacted with and writing stuff for characters I would otherwise rarely write for! I will do my best with this! thank you so much for the ask! I am really sorry this took so long [sorry about the long preamble]

it had been just like any other day for tokoyami. waking up to dark shadow screaming in his ear. going to school. barely surviving class. going back to the dorms to drop off their stuff. going home. getting kidnapped.

when tokoyami & dark shadow realized they were not where they were a second ago, all their hero training came flooding back to them and they started fighting. aimlessly, but fighting none the less

tokoyami fought as hard as they could but all his efforts were in vain. the person he was fighting was seemingly immune to his attacks.

tokoyami and dark shadow paused. the pair shared a glance. taking a moment to observe their surroundings.

a closed-off, damp, room with minimal lighting. in the center of the room floated? stood? a purple, smoke-like figure which dark shadow and tokoyami realized was one of the main members of the league of villians.

dark shadow quickly continued to attack, only to be restrained by fumikage. the three stared at each other for a long time. that was until principle nezu walked into the room, confusing dark shadow and tokoyami.

nezu explained in his far too cheerful voice that he had thought the four of them getting together to discuss the unfair treatment and discrimination they face as the result of not being what most people would think to be human.

the four quickly became engrossed in the other's stories and experiences. dark shadow taking change when the chat came to tokoyami, fumikage only injecting a few times throughout dark shadows' story.

the talk lasted much, much longer than any of the other participants had expected. when fumikge felt his phone buzz in their pocket, they saw five missed messages from his mother, three from hawks, and several from various of fumikages' classmates.

tokoyami brought this up and politely excused themself from the discussion. when he tried to get up and leave. he instead walked through a warp gate courtesy of kurogiri.

warped right back to where he had been. tokoyami quickly replied to all those who had texted him. apologizing to hawks for not being able to get KFC with him later, leaving his classmates in their class group chat on read, and explaining to his mother that he had gotten caught up talking to a friend and didn't feel his phone vibrate but that they would be home within the hour.

being a man of their word fumikage hurried home and made it just in time for dinner.

again, thank you so much for the ask! I am so sorry if this was not what you were looking for and that this took so long! until I find a tag for my textposts or any of my posts that aren't reblogs, I still need help finding that tag!

~moth☆

#mha #bnha #fumikage tokoyami #tokoyami #dark shadow #headcannons #mha scenario #i still need help finding a tag

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thebardisabird · 2 years ago

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i will literally do the griddy if you write anything slightly osototo

HIT THAT MF GRIDDY THEN

(also sorry about the weird format, i’m on mobile atm & am not home)

The noise level at Chibita's oden cart could have been labeled as a disturbance of the peace had Chibita thankfully not placed his establishment outside of the neighborhood. Osomatsu, who was already three beers deep had of course taken his usual boisterous approach of fawning and flattery with Totoko, who had decided to join him strictly with the premise that he was paying of course. But even after his fanboying and praises, at some point, and maybe it was just the beers finally living up to its name of liquid courage - Osomatsu decided that he would ask Totoko for her honesty in a question that he'd thought about for a while now. "Do you actually ever plan on getting married one day, Totoko-chan? Isn't that just some bullshit to tie you down?" he murmured, poking a piece of konnyaku. She scoffed, "Please, I'd only be in it for the wealth anyway. Love is really what's bullshit." Osomatsu laughed to himself while he watched her pour another beer for herself, "Wow, you really are just as shitty as me." Immediately rage seethed through Totoko, and her hand curled around the beer bottle threateningly, "Don't insult me, you stupid, braindead NEET." He tilted his head to lean on his hand now, his opposite hand swaying his glass of beer from side to side, "Ehhh? But I'm only telling you the truth - we think a lot alike. Who needs love when I could have the shit I really want in a woman - money and a stupid hot body." Totoko swore she would have punched him square in the face if it didn't mean spilling her drink at the same time. She instead turned her head at his grotesque words, "Hmph. You're annoying when you're honest, Osomatsu-kun." He chuckled at that and took another swig. Pleasant exhales simmered down to a thoughtful hum, "Ahh, but at least I mean it when I say it." That caught her attention. With some confusion clearly in her expression he continued, “You know you don’t mean that shit. You want love and chemistry and to be happy whatever whatever, and sure if the money’s there it’s a plus,” he exentuated that last word with a verbal shrug before he popped a boiled egg into his mouth, “But you want something real. Someone real. I may be stupid, but even I can see that.”

Osomatsu munched on the bits of oden he picked at, effectively stunning Totoko to silence. Rarely was Osomatsu ever this honest, yet she knew he only reserved it for when he was being purely genuine. Still, it shook her that he could see right through her so easily. She absorbed his words, realizing that her stints in trying to procure a husband strictly for monetary gain never ended well. It was always she asked for too much or she smelled like fish or worse - they played her at her own game, using her for optics to the point where it felt like a contractual agreement. None of those things felt good to her.

She watched the eldest of the sextuplets as he simply kept eating and drinking, as though he hadn’t just verbally told her about herself. This same idiot who, even though he and his brothers basically worshipped the ground she walked on, had no problem being blunt with her when he felt it called for it. Something most people never wanted to do, lest they fall out of her good graces or worse: piss her off. But Osomatsu didn’t fear her. Never judged her. Supported her without question. Maybe he even…actually could love…

Totoko stood up. The noise startled Osomatsu at first until he realized she was leaving, “Haaa? Where you going, Totoko-chan?” he slurred, eyes following her movements. Something inside her stirred…but she felt she needed some time first. Maybe the beer was starting to affect her - maybe it was something else. Either way, she needed to be alone and think on what this feeling in her chest was.

“Home, for now” she replied flatly. The eldest groans of disappointment sounded behind her, but she lent him a small smile as a consolation, “Let’s come back here soon together, okay?”

Osomatsu’s normal grin doubled in size, eyes shining like headlights, “You got it! I’ll always say yes for beers with you, Totoko-chan!” She rolled her eyes and turned on her heel towards home, “Yeah, yeah…goodnight, Osomatsu-kun.”

Cheesy grin melting into his tone he drunkenly waved her off, “Bye bye, love youuuu Totoko-chaaaaan.” Misjudging whether or not she was within earshot, Osomatsu turned to Chibita, his voice sobered and absolute when he said, “That woman’s gonna be my wife one day.”

Totoko smiled inwardly at that.

#asks #ososan #osomatsu san #osomatsu #osomatsu matsuno #totoko yowai #yowai totoko #osototo #I’ve always headcanoned that they’d get together cause they are both the same kind of shitty in a lot of ways lol #if she didn’t get with nyaa that is cause I also love those two together c:#drabble

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gmmtv-bl-tournament-but-evil · 1 year ago

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Anonymous asked:

(Sorry for the weird format, I saved the reply as a draft and for some reason it wouldn't let me edit anymore 😭)

HOHOHOHO this is the directedness I'm looking for! I love that you're just like "Nah, don't get it twisted, JoongDunk and ForceBook SUCK but maybe if they weren't cast in a total disaster of a show they would suck less". And I think you're right about that last part too!

I've seen some terrible BLs over the last couple of years and it's happened more than once that even if I thought a pairing of actors was atrocious in something, as soon as they got a better script, they seemed to miraculously improve! (cough-Ai Long Nhai-cough... never forgive, never forget you took MikeToptap from me you cruel gods)

#asks #anonymous

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locallyconfusednightowl · 2 years ago

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I couldn't help but think of a fun scenario to write while reading this! So, here!

Hammerspace

Cw: mild cursing

"*sigh* Could you at least loosen this thing? My nose itches like hell." I stare at the back of the cloaked figure. He then mutters something I couldn't hear before angrily turning to face me.

"Shut it, lamp bitch!" He angrily throws the bag towards my feet. I try to stifle my laughter at the villains behaviour. He pinches his bridge while exhaling. "Explain." He glares at me.

Putting on my best innocent face, I reply "Explain what , sir?" Oh, he did not like that. I can see his eyes and hands twitch.

"Just tell me how the hell do you use this... this thing!" He stomps on the bag for spitefully before noticing the smug grin plastered across my face. "What's so funny? C'mon, spit it out, 'Genie'."

"Why, it's you,silly!" I place heavy emphasis on the last word, watching him twitch and tremble before continuing. "Of course the bag won't work, you didn't recite the incantation!" The villain noticeably perks up hearing my words.

"Oh, pray tell, what is the incantation, 'Genie'?" I roll my eyes at his horrible attempt to be civilised. Then, an idea pops into my head. Let's have some fun.

"Well, if you really must know, its... its..." His face sours. "My memory is failing me, I'm so very sorry." I put on an apologetic look and tone. "Say, if you want to know the incantation, could you perhaps first jog my memory?" His eyes squints for a moment before relaxing.

"Sure. Not like you can do anything while tied up like that." Oh, really? Just you wait. He steps away from the window of his lair and stands directly in front of me.

"By chance, could you remind me? The cow goes moo, the shee-" He quickly cuts me off wondering where this is going.

"Just tell me if it makes sense." He nods in agreement "So the cow goes moo, the sheep goes baa and the horse goes neigh." He nods again

"What does the cat go?"

"It goes meow." He answers quickly.

"andtheidiotgoeswhat"

"What?"

...

"You piece of shi-"

"Alright, enough games." He already stepped close enough during the joke. I breathe in and out. He begins stomping towards me but his steps slow down. Not just him, everything slows down. I manage to pinch and tear the rope around my wrists with my nails. I sit him down in the chair before tying him up with said rope. I take another deep breath. Everything goes back to normal.

He looks at me and his surroundings, before getting up... he fell on the ground... and the chair is pinning him down. "E-explain this!" He attempts to save whatever shred of dignity he had left. I sit cross-legged in front of him, lift his chin and force him to look at me. "What is there to explain? You didn't notice what I was doing, I took advantage of it, and now you lose."

He struggles around, trying to get out. "Just... how did you do this?" Already giving up? He's already panting and wheezing too.

"Fine, since I'm such a nice guy, I'll let you in on a secret." I grip his chin harshly and glare into his eyes. "The bag is useless, not when I can just... stop time." His eyes widen, in fear or awe? It's hard to tell.

I stand up swiftly, startling him in the process. "I expect you to keep this a secret, okay?" I smile before continuing. "If you don't, no one will notice you disappearing." I happily skip to the exit from the villain's lair.

"Why are... you keeping me alive?" I can hear the fear in that voice.

"Simple. You're fun!"

Well, that's it. Hope you enjoyed! Sorry if it looks weird. I have no idea about formatting, this is my first time posting and I'm using mobile.

Bye bye!

You are a super hero named “Hammerspace” due to your ability to seemingly pull objects of any size out of a magic bag. In actuality, you stop time and just grab stuff from your surroundings. You were captured by your nemesis and he is super confused as to why the bag won’t work when he uses it.

#writeblr

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callipraxia · 1 year ago

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headcanons from mania🔥🔥 (take two because tumblr sucks ass)

- you wear granny glasses

- you live in a really nice house with a fireplace and a stack of firewood always next to it and a bunch of blankets

- you like hot cocoa

- your job is like. Corporate. but also cool. not exactly a dream artistic job but the closest you’ve got and you like it a lot and takes up a lot of your time. Also seasonal. But that’s basically canon. I’ll never figure it out

- you have like. A Lot of books on one hugeeeeee shelf. you’d invest in a library like room if you had the space but you don’t so it’s alllll on one shelf

- you have a warm palette like wardrobe. millennial fashion sense but not necessarily millennial yourself

- you’re like. Fourty (I’m sorry if this is egregiously wrong)

- infodumping queen literally Everywhere. no restraint

- blogs from their bed with a patterned blanket over your leg, a cat next to you, and your busted laptop on said lap (got the laptop fact from your comment on burn fast burn bright a superrrrrr long time ago, but I do remember it. top ten comment ever FR!!!)

- your fic notebooks are full of notes and lore we’ll never see in your fics/universes and I would probably kill people to get my hands on it and read it all with fresh eyes

- we’ve never gotten your pronouns or gender . that is 100% valid but I’ve Wondered. I’m thinking a she/they, but I stick to they/them to be safe, I hope that isn’t too presumptuous of me

- not exactly a hc but wherever the name calli came from. is that your real name or a Username thing. I remember tentatively using it a Long Time Ago, and it just caught on. am I responsible for that. I don’t know and I’m too scared to find out. Tell Me though

I did not reread this but yeah. you don’t have to respond to everything but now that it’s been prompted I’m Thinking About it. also hi. I’m glad you’re okay!!! soooo much stuff has changed but I’m so glad you’re still here no matter how sappy or weird that sounds. A good luck on ur school year fic!!! :)

Sorry for the late reply; I’ve been sick as a dog, among other issues. On the mend now, though, so….

you wear granny glasses

Not really, at least based on the results I got when I googled “granny glasses.” They are sort of soft-cornerned rectangles in dark brown plastic, with just the faintest hint of a proto-cat’s-eye on the top corners.

you live in a really nice house with a fireplace and a stack of firewood always next to it and a bunch of blankets

It’s not a particularly nice house, but we do have a wood-burning stove for heat in the living room, and we definitely have a lot of blankets. Think of the residential portions of the Mystery Shack, without any of the big interesting rooms and all on one floor, and you'll probably have a good idea what it looks like. The 70s made a more lasting impression on the decor here than the 80s did, though.

you like hot cocoa

This is accurate.

your job is like. Corporate. but also cool. not exactly a dream artistic job but the closest you’ve got and you like it a lot and takes up a lot of your time. Also seasonal. But that’s basically canon. I’ll never figure it out

Basically, if it involves school tests, I’m your girl, and I therefore work insane hours from February to June and then assignments are more sporadic for the rest of the year. As for whether or not I like it...It’s unexciting, but that’s what I was looking for in a job, and I wouldn’t say I dislike it. I get to work from home (very important now that my grandmother can’t stay by herself for long periods anymore), and my work days take the form of “someone writes a list of tasks, will leave me alone while I work on it, and will give me a reward for ticking all the boxes in a timely fashion.” I’ve always liked that format, with results ranging from “I was good at being a student, so much so that I actually enjoyed taking standardized tests” to “also Gardenscapes and Letter Soup, between them, ate my life over Christmas this year, while I was too sick to read and needed something to fill the hours until it got late enough to decently take the PM cough syrup and go to sleep.” It produces a mental state that’s (relatively) focused but also fairly unemotional, which is a nice break from even the pleasanter forms of ADHD brain-chaos. Sometimes the flurry of ideas is a lot of fun, but sometimes you just want a rest, you know?

you have like. A Lot of books on one hugeeeeee shelf. you’d invest in a library like room if you had the space but you don’t so it’s alllll on one shelf

I wish it would still fit in one shelf, even after creating three rows of books per shelf, but alas – about ten years ago, I discovered the joy of the Friends of the Library sale and it’s Fill-A-Bag Sunday. Cram as many books as you can manage into a paper bag and pay ten dollars for the lot. Suffice it to say I have a lot more books than I would otherwise. My bedroom no longer has anything even vaguely resembling “wall space,” and I’ve spilled over into the living room and the General Storage Room...it’s not quite as bad as it sounds, since these rooms are all very small, but it really has gotten a bit silly no matter how I slice it.

you have a warm palette like wardrobe. millennial fashion sense but not necessarily millennial yourself

Based on what I got from the Google - I can work with millennial tops, the alleged millennial trousers are a hard ‘no’ for me. I much prefer gen Z’s adoption of wide-legged trousers, both because I think I look better in them and because I find them much, much more comfortable, at least as long as the waist is fitted.

As for color palettes...I think my thing is more ‘bright’ or ‘saturated’ than warm or cool? It should not really work for someone as fair-cool as me (I have trouble finding foundation colors to match sometimes), but I think I look as good in orange and red as I do in turquoise and rose. My one thing is, I can pull off light shades of blue or yellow, but they have to be pretty saturated, if that makes any sense. Anything too grey-looking or faded/washed out-looking or dusty-looking just...doesn’t work. At all. At least in my opinion, and “is this reasonably comfortable?” and “do I think this looks nice?” are my main/often only considerations when it comes to all things sartorial.

you’re like. Fourty (I’m sorry if this is egregiously wrong)

Eh, 33, 40, same difference. Or at least less than a decade’s worth of difference, anyway ;)

infodumping queen literally Everywhere. no restraint

This is accurate and I wear that crown with pride, though I do understand why people can get annoyed when I get too close to speaking in five-paragraph essays, lol.

blogs from their bed with a patterned blanket over your leg, a cat next to you, and your busted laptop on said lap (got the laptop fact from your comment on burn fast burn bright a superrrrrr long time ago, but I do remember it. top ten comment ever FR!!!)

This is pretty accurate. It’s either that setup with my laptop or that setup with my phone. Also, yay memorable comments!

your fic notebooks are full of notes and lore we’ll never see in your fics/universes and I would probably kill people to get my hands on it and read it all with fresh eyes

This might be the headcanon of yours that’s furthest off the mark! Most of the lore is both ultimately info-dumped into the story (or at least its footnotes) and is mostly kept all in my head. FWJB Parts I and II are the only things I ever wrote that had even a semblance of an outline.

we’ve never gotten your pronouns or gender . that is 100% valid but I’ve Wondered. I’m thinking a she/they, but I stick to they/them to be safe, I hope that isn’t too presumptuous of me

Oh, yeah, sorry about that – I’m a she/her. Not presumptuous of you at all.

not exactly a hc but wherever the name calli came from. is that your real name or a Username thing. I remember tentatively using it a Long Time Ago, and it just caught on. am I responsible for that. I don’t know and I’m too scared to find out. Tell Me though

I’m not sure if you were the very first to dub me Calli, but I do seem to recall you were at least an early adopter. You very well could have been the first. It’s just from the username, though, and the username is a result of me playing with word roots while half-asleep one night during the period where - despite how out of practice I was, and how terrible I've always been at coming up with usernames - I was starting to seriously consider making an AO3 account and actually writing the GF fics percolating in my brain…Long story still kinda long, I stuck a bit of this and a bit of that together, then swapped out some letters to make it flow smoothly/look like a word, and like a word I’d find aesthetically pleasing to look at.

also hi. I’m glad you’re okay!!! soooo much stuff has changed but I’m so glad you’re still here no matter how sappy or weird that sounds.

Aww, you’re sweet. Good to ‘see’ you, too, especially since Christmas gift cards mean I can probably finally read <i>Good Omens</i> at some point in the near future and thus comprehend that half of your fics!

#trivia #asks #thanks for the ask!

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violetsystems · 2 years ago

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I feel bad for blocking people but I’m also having a seriously horrific time in the real world job market right now. And not in the MTV sense. Really targeted mean social engineering from both the left and the right. I’m only ever on here or LinkedIn really so I’d rather be safe than sorry. I’m seeing these trends in job offers where people have quotes from German poets. That’s a terrible sign in context. The last interview I had for four jobs I never even applied for was with the city where both the offer and the rejection had similar formatting of poetry. Not even sure if it was real in hindsight. The police out here can impersonate anybody from an apartment renter to a real estate agent without a warrant. I’ve experienced this on and off over the years sadly. We live in the ghetto out here. Nothing stopping them from using bad poems as a signature line. Not that I’m hiding anything dead sober other than I’d like steadier employment. But the union activity out here has gone from liberating to radically oppressive. The last job reply I got was kind of salty from Chicago public schools. Submitted via easy apply on LinkedIn. Already got a rejection from them via messages so it felt weird to have to reapply on a weird link. Did the deep dive on the profile and found a Goethe quote which made it weirder. Also found some other stuff similar on TikTok I’ve never seen before. Like I said I barely surf social media outside of here and looking for jobs. I deactivated Instagram, Twitter and Facebook awhile ago and almost feel like you can’t get a job without it but whatever. That’s what I get for having decent cybersecurity skills nobody wants to employ. I do have like six resumes now at the county in the actual system. At least with those you know its in something government related so you pray there’s some oversight involved. You never know who is behind the keyboard elsewhere. Deeon dying is not a shock but sad. This is what djing is all about. Zero healthcare. Which is why I’d rather apply for real jobs rather than get catfished by some dj reality show. On here I’m just protecting myself so sorry if I nuked a side blog or something. One thing deeon always said that sticks with me. Block business, pussies. 🤷‍♀️

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saintmeghanmarkle · 2 years ago

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On the Thank You Note format...

On the Thank You Note format... As loath as I am to admit it (and am prepared for the downvoting), the typed up letter as a thank you note sent from the office using the titles isn't actually THAT weird for high ranking members of the BRF.For example, last summer before the Queen's death, apparently a little girl in the UK sent an invitation to Prince George for her 6th birthday party. (SO cute.) In a tweet now apparently deleted by the mother of the child (and she's made her tweets private as well), she related the contents of a note that clearly came from the Cambridge's office.Hello!, August 9, 2022, "Kate Middleton and Prince William 'immensely touched' by sweet gesture towards Prince George" [ Archive Link | Original Link ]My Google-Fu is defeating me on whether or not this was an image or just copy-and-paste text, but if you look at the wording? It's pretty similar."The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge have asked me to thank you for your letter, in which you invite Prince George to your 6th Birthday party. I am sorry that it took so long to reply." "Their Royal Highnesses were extremely grateful for your kind invitation. Having given careful consideration to the possibilities, however, I very much regret that Their Royal Highnesses reluctantly feel they have to decline. Nevertheless, I hope that you enjoyed your birthday." "The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge were immensely touched that you should take the trouble to write as you did to their son, Prince George. It really was most thoughtful of you and Their Royal Highnesses have asked me to send you their warmest thanks and best wishes."Clearly this is from their communications office and considering the phrase "have asked me to thank you", it was most likely written by a staff member.Also, these are the generic thank you notes that went out for William's birthday back in 2019. (This blog appears to be dedicated to writing to various Royal Families to get mail replies, which I personally think is an interesting hobby.)https://ift.tt/l0bXRu8, here's a thank you note for birthday wishes to Charlotte from last year:https://ift.tt/DyA2PeK like A-list celebrities and politicians - I wrote to the Reagan White House about Harp Seal hunting when I was a tween, and I've still got the reply letter somewhere, which is clearly fairly formulaic and stamped/auto-signed by Reagan - there are probably staff members on the Cambridge/Wales communication team whose job is to field correspondence like this. But the difference is that the Cambridge/Wales family are still working royals HQ'd in Kensington Palace, and the Sussexes are on a slow decline to irrelevance in Montecito. I seriously doubt the volume of correspondence to the Sussex office these days is more than a small fraction of the correspondence to the Wales office, so this level of formality to an American company was not strictly necessary.So while I eye-roll the continuous and excessive usage of their titles, am quite sure that the correspondence to the Cambridges/Wales outstrips theirs by an exponential amount, and, apparently, we have a new employee for which to set a countdown-to-departure clock, I think this isn't that heinous. It's the fact that they are reply like this as if they still live in KP and are working royals that is difficult to swallow, but the form is probably something Harry, at least, is accustomed to, and they may have directed their staff to look at past thank you notes from other senior royals to pattern their replies. Submitted June 09, 2023 at 10:17PM by Chasmosaur https://ift.tt/gbUAphY via /r/SaintMeghanMarkle

#SaintMeghanMarkle #harry and meghan #meghan markle #prince harry #sussexes #markled #archewell #megxit #duke and duchess of sussex #duchess of sussex #duke of sussex #IFTTT #reddit Chasmosaur June 09 #2023 at 10:17PM

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taiblogcomics · 2 years ago

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Parasocial Butterflies

Hey there, LAPD Toon Division. Here's the "I don't have a preamble for pony" spiel again. I used it last time, I'm using it this time, I'll probably use it next time! It's a convenient formular, and we both know the preamble is just for me to stall for time anyway. It's just for the formatting! Blog wouldn't look good if I just smacked down the cover and began without so much as a "how do you do?"

Speaking of, here's the cover:

Ah, it's Pipp! Covers like this are in short supply. There's little to dislike here. No small complaints, that's for sure. Anyways, the cover looks sparklier than it is. Like, it really looks like it'd have a glittery texture. It's convincing, that's all I'm saying. Well, that's as little as I have to say on this one. Sorry this section's so short~

So we open with Pipp doing a livestream. Hey, can I rant about the technology for a minute? Like, I get the technology jump. Last Airbender had a big technology jump between series. Heck, in real life, we went from first airplane to landing on the moon in 60 years! Smartphones and such are weird and incongruous for me, but that's not the issue.

My problem is, why would ponies develop technology that relies on touch when they have hooves? Why would technology develop into touchscreens and keyboards for hooved creatures? Call me spoiled by other people's world-building--or even FiM's own--but I feel like they shoulda thought that one through a bit more instead of just defaulting to what the audience would recognise.

Anyways, Pipp's signing off a livestream, and mentions that she wants to do her next update as a text post, since it might be easier to relay her thoughts in that form. Well, that much I can relate to! She spends a long time writing up the whole situation regarding Discord and posts it. It gets some large responses, as you might expect. Doing the numbers, as they say. Golly, if I got even a quarter of her views... But I digress. Pipp gets to thinking: if this true piece of news relayed in a text post did so well, maybe she should continue?

She calls up her mother, the queen whose name I still haven't caught, and asks for her opinion. See, she was thinking about writing about the day she found out she couldn't fly. Her mom is a bit taken aback, because that day was really hard for Pipp, and it's very personal. Pipp agrees it's a bit different from her usual content, but she thinks it's important. Her mom replies that she can do as she likes, she's a grown mare, but she'll always have a place at home to return to if this doesn't go a way she likes. It's all very sweet and supportive. Some good mom-ing!

So Pipp writes up her next post. We don't get to see any of it, of course. But as she hovers over the "post" button... she hesitates. Maybe she needs a few other opinions. Good thing she has a few other friends she can ask. First she swings by Sunny, who is geared up to pull her smoothie cart around. Sunny, however, confesses that she's a bit too distracted by the whole Discord situation to think about anything else, like pull her smoothie cart around. She suggests asking Hitch, since he always has a grounded view of reality. Pipp thanks her anyway and flies off.

Hitch, however, is a bit distracted by trying to guide a couple other ponies to hang a banner in the town square. So with his attention divided, his opinion is that it sounds a bit off-brand from her usual posts. She sadly flies away, murmuring that sometimes a brand can change. Pipp then drops in on Izzy, who's doing some crafting. Pipp mentions she's thinking of crafting a post, and Izzy thinks it's a "brave" idea to speak out about her horrible, embarassing day. It's technically a positive answer, but it's not quite what Pipp wanted to hear.

Pipp returns home and goes to her last resort: her sister, Zipp. She explains the whole deal, and Zip considers it. She understands the heavy implications and what Pipp is trying to do: show folks that it's okay to scared and vulnerable. But even Zipp has some reservations. See, Zipp's not worried about it being "off-brand" necessarily, but whether it's a good idea to open up that much at all. Her online self's supposed to be a persona, yeah? You don't want to open up too much about your private life, or you get the parasocial folks. She just doesn't want Pipp to get hurt. But Pipp's feeling a bit hurt by this response anyway.

But if she's hurt anyway... what's the harm now? So with a steely determination, she posts her draft about her worst day. And... time goes by. Pipp is kind of perplexed. Her post regarding Discord made a hundred-thousand views in about 5 minutes. This one's been up a week now and hasn't even cracked four digits. It's not doing the numbers. Frustrated with the lack of response, she decides maybe just deleting the post would be best. But just as she moves the cursor to the delete button (another invention I don't think would benefit hooves: the computer mouse), she gets a new item in her inbox. What timing!

It's an email from a little unicorn filly named Felicity. She just moved to Maretime Bay, and was scared she wouldn't be able to make friends. So she decides to make things up. She tells her new friends about her life in Bridlewood, but none of it is true. Not her status as a princess, not her skydiving hobby, not her friends of sphinx and dragon, not the trees being made of cotton candy. And inevitably, her new friends found out. Some other pony went visiting Bridlewood on a family vacation, and comes back and spills the beans on poor Felicity.

So Felicity loses her friends. They weren't just angry, they were hurt she hadn't been truthful. Making friends is hard, but making friends and then losing them is harder. But it's then, while alone, that she found Pipp's post online. And here we do get to see a bit of Pipp's post, describing how she felt when everypony found out she'd been faking being able to fly all that time. So Felicity realises she's not the only pony who's ever lied because they were scared they wouldn't be accepted. But she also learned that you can work past that, just as Pipp did by making that post.

The note ends with a thank you, as well as Felicity apologising to her friend group and being welcomed back. So Pipp decides not to delete the post after all, regardless of its small view count. Instead, she makes a video post about her text post. A bit recursive, but okay. Essentially, she relays the message she learned: that she's a multifaceted individual, and she shouldn't be afraid to show all sides of herself. The sad, lonely Pipp and the bubbly, dancing Pipp are all still Pipp. And being authentically Pipp is enough~

Well, this issue’s pretty all right. Pipp’s problem is a relatable one, especially in this modern age. Felicity’s story in particular is very sweet. It’s an all right lesson, though I think Zipp’s fear of parasocialism and maintaining a distance between folks online also has merit. Ultimately, you gotta decided where you draw the line for yourself, and that can be hard to convey in a 20-page comic about talking horses for kids.

Other than that, though, the main problem with the issue is this: like, aren’t they on a time crunch? Literally a week goes by in the span of this issue. Sure hope Discord didn’t decide to permanently destroy magic while Pipp was fretting about her online presence! It’s ultimately fine, and I like the decision to show other things are going on while the main story percolates. I appreciate the attempt at not front-loading the series with a huge story arc. But, like, if you’re not advancing the story, it feels a bit like you’re faffing about. At least Zipp’s sidestory last issue took place only over a single day and had her proactively looking for Discord in the meanwhile. Once again proving she’s the better sister~

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