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mickittotheman · 4 days

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Hello can I ask for gallavich + 36 for the kisses prompt? Thank you 😄

Hello!!! Yes yes of course!

36. ...to give up control

Mickey didn't think the whole kiss thing would be a big deal.

Well, okay, scratch that. He’d known it would be a big deal. It had been a big deal. Had been a huge fucking deal and had left his heart racing and his lungs hitching and his lips tingling for hours afterwards, even through the chaos of getting shot in the fucking ass.

But it wasn’t like– it wasn't some big thing. He just did it to prove a point, to prove he could, to get a one up on that creepy ass pedo hanging around Ian and taking him on dates and ordering him fucking room service.

Except now he hasn’t been able to get it out of his head since. And he hasn't seen Ian since. And he’s kinda driving himself fucking insane.

It wasn't even an actual proper fucking kiss. No tongue action, no biting, no hot and heavy groaning. Just their lips smashed together awkwardly in the driveway of that fuckwad’s house, Mickey’s brothers just yards away. If that had been enough to get Mickey this worked up, what the fuck will it be like when they kiss for real?

If they kiss for real.

They probably will.

Fuck.

Mickey gets all tangled up in himself, the way he always does when it comes to stupid shit like this, stuff that shouldn’t mean anything but actually means everything and could absolutely get him killed but actually makes him feel more alive than he’s ever felt. He’s jittery when he goes in for his shift– the first one he’s working since being shot (again). He jumps at the sound of the bell chiming above his head. Tenses as he sees Ian’s head whip around towards the door.

“Mick!”

Mickey makes some non-committal grunting sound and beelines towards the donut case.

For the first few hours, it's fine. Ian doesn't bring it up, doesn't even hint at it. He’s got way bigger shit going down with his family to deal with. The stupid kiss probably isn't even a blip on his radar.

They end up in the freezer like they always do. They can’t fuck with Mickey’s bullet wounds, but he gets Ian off with his hands and Ian gets him off with his mouth, and it’s not as good as fucking but it gets the job done.

After, as they’re both grinning and panting and getting their belts situated, Ian tries to kiss him.

When Mickey pushes him away, it’s more out of habit than anything. He flushes, feeling stupid as hell, but Ian’s already smiling sheepishly and pulling away.

“Sorry. Should probably brush my teeth or something, huh?”

Mickey shrugs at him. Gnaws at his lower lip. Feels his breath hitch as Ian’s gaze darts down to his mouth.

Ian turns away and heads back up front.

+++

It keeps happening. The second time Mickey pushes him away–( when Ian tries to give him a fucking goodbye kiss like they’re fucking boyfriend and girlfriend)– Ian goes all quiet and sullen and mopey.

The third time, he gets pissed.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

They’re in the freezer again. They’d only just stumbled in. Up until a second ago, Ian had been pressed up against him, hands groping every part of Mickey he could reach.

“What?” Mickey snaps, cheeks burning against the cold air, scowl firmly in place. He didn't even push him away this time! He made sure he didn’t, made damn well sure to keep his reflexes on lockdown, but he must have let some little twitch or flinch slip through the cracks because now Ian’s pulling back to glare at him.

“I am such an idiot,” Ian mutters. Mickey is inclined to agree. “I should have known better.”

Mickey bristles. “The fuck are you going on about now?”

“Oh please, you fucking know–”

Mickey gathers his wits and his guts and shuts him up with a kiss.

Ian tenses, then melts, lips softening under Mickey’s, bigass hands coming up to slide through Mickey’s hair.

Mickey’s breath hitches. He lets out this weird little noise. He pulls back.

Ian’s lips chase after his, and Mickey flinches, and just like that Ian’s tense again. “Stop doing that–”

“I’m not fucking flinching like a little bitch on purpose–”

“Not that,” Ian scoffs. He tightens his fingers in Mickey’s hair when Mickey tries to pull away. “Stop kissing me just to prove a fucking point!”

“I thought you wanted me to kiss you–”

“I want you to want to kiss me! I want it to mean something! Instead you’re just using it to– to– to try and fucking gain control–”

“Jesus fucking christ, Ian, stop being such a girl!”

Ian huffs and pulls away, and he’s right, he is an idiot, because how can he not fucking get it?

“It’s not– I’m not–” Mickey cuts off with a low growl. Scrubs hard at his mouth, trying to force the words out, because he knows he can barely fucking offer Ian anything but he’s gotta at least give him something. “When I– When I kiss you, or whatever,” Mickey starts again, skin hot and face flushed and every bone in his body protesting, “I’m not tryna fucking control you.”

There’s more he could say. Like how every time he kisses Ian he’s giving up the meager amount of control he has, how that fucking scares him and exhilarates him and maybe that makes him a pussy but its the fucking truth, how he’s trying, really fucking trying, and he needs Ian to see that.

He doesn't say any of that shit. But he thinks Ian gets it anyways.

Ian stares at him for a long moment with that weirdass intense look he sometimes gets in his eyes. “So you do want to kiss me?”

Mickey rolls his eyes and tries not to squirm. “The fuck do you think?”

“And you want me to kiss you?”

Mickey shrugs. Nods, just once, the movement sharp and short and jerky.

Ian squints at him for another eternity before taking a deep breath. He brings his hands up slow, works his fingers into Mickey’s hair again, and when he leans in Mickey still flinches except this time Ian doesn’t stop. He seals their lips together, steady and sure, and doesn’t give Mickey more than a split second to adjust before darting his tongue out.

Mickey gasps, just a bit. It’s enough to give Ian the leeway he needs to work Mickey’s mouth open further.

Holy fuck.

Mickey gets his hands on Ian’s hips to wrench him closer. Ian retaliates by yanking on Mickey’s hair, tugging until Mickey’s head is angled just right, and Mickey has to pull back enough to suck in a sharp breath.

“Fuck, Mickey,” Ian hums. “You taste so fucking good.”

Mickey sincerely fucking doubts that– knows for a fact that his mouth tastes like cigarettes and burnt coffee and the chocolate bar he scarfed down earlier– but then Ian bites down hard on Mickey’s lower lip and Mickey loses his train of thought.

And maybe kissing ain’t such a big fucking deal afterall. And maybe, just maybe, it’s a huge fucking deal.

send me a number~

#prompt games #gallavich #my scribblings #i am so sorry this took so long i hope it was worth the wait!

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scarlettsandmaroons · 1 year

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she doesn't think of me | n. romanoff

about me | series masterlist | natasha romanoff masterlist

pairing: professor!natasha romanoff x collegestudent!reader

chapter two | chapter three: midnights like this

chapter summary: your professor is targeting you and neither you or your bestfriend are having it. she however, doesn't seem to care about you at all.

warnings: natasha is mean.

a/n: this was rushed, i'm sorry! should've posted this last night, but i was so busy i just decided to squeeze writing this chapter into my schedule. it's really short too, rest assured, the next one will be better!

you were on natasha romanoff's radar. and you want so badly to get out of it.

"oh i'm sure she'll soften up! mrs. romanoff is nice!" billy insisted, but you carried on basically dragging yourself into yet another dreadful hour with mrs. romanoff.

"it's been three months, billy! i don't know what to do," you threw your arms up and then caressed your face with your hands, wanting so deeply to cry into it.

the two months being mrs. romanoff's favorite student hasn't exactly been the easiest. after handing off a couple of late assignments, which you had stacks and stacks of from her, you were surprised she hadn't pulled some strings to suspend you.

she would very often tear your paper in front of you. she would call you into her office just so you can watch her tear the last 15 hours you spent in pieces before throwing it away. she never lets you off of class without calling you at least 3 times. never leaving out some commentary after you answer that would make you embarrassed to the core. she pointed out your shortcomings in class. she made sure to always always let everyone know what and when you're doing wrong. and after all that humiliation, what aggravates you is how she doesn't, at all, acknowledges your existence outside of class. you would pass her by the halls, you would see her near the gate, never once would she make eye contact, or even look in your direction. she wouldn't even do so much as breath in your direction!

to her, it's nothing.

"do you want me to talk to her?" billy asked. she's been the subject of almost all your conversations with billy. and he has so patiently listen to your every rant about her.

"how would you even," you were hopeless. you would leave, but you're already too far into it. she had humiliated you way too much to back out now. you didn't go through months of torture just to leave. to her, you're not even relevant. you're just another student who couldn't withstand her. leaving would hurt your pride more.

so you straightened your back, and marched like someone truly eager to learn. "i'm sick of her nonsense. i'll show her what i'm made of."

you certainly didn't show her what you were made of when as soon as your name rolled off her tongue with strength and almost anger, you folded. you curved. you balled. whatever one might call it. you caved. you gave in. all sense of even an ounce of bravery was washed away by trembling fear. intimidation. you'd come to learn of that feeling the very first time you met her, it still surprises you how you've yet to get accustomed to it.

you stood up, slowly. here it comes. you know it’s coming. you have a visual bulleted list of everything you could’ve possibly done, everything you have done that she has yet to shame you for. just yesterday, you bumped into her in the hall. literally, bump into her. the moment you felt the impact of her shoulder against yours, you made sure to avoid her eyes at all cost. you walked away like your life depended on it. you weren’t going to be subjected under one of her condescending gazes again which sheer sharpness of will have you begging for her forgiveness in seconds. you didn’t acknowledge her, or that it happened, not out of pride, but out of fear. she was already scary enough, and until yesterday, you hadn’t really done much to piss her off.

before that however... you've done a few. for example, in class a few days ago. you know she saw you. you hadn’t slept in so long that day, you couldn’t keep your eyes open. billy was there to offer you his car to sleep on the moment you got off mrs. romanoff’s class. he fixed the back seat; set up his air bed and everything. that was the best sleep you had in days. the only sleep you had in days. you were surprised mrs. romanoff had yet to give you shit for that though. especially, when you’ve made eye contact with her the moment you woke up.

somewhere last week, you also handed a late assignment. the very first one she hadn’t called you to watch her tear off and throw away. you also have an overdue paper you hadn’t even got the privilege of a free time to start doing. and you’re sure she hated the heels you wore two days ago from the judgmental look she shot your way after getting a glimpse of the maroon stilettos.

mrs. romanoff is like a ticking timebomb. one that could go off over something so obvious yet unforeseen you’d hate yourself for not thinking of. that’s what created your visual bulleted list of everything you had done for her to humiliate you, everything that she might embarrass you for, everything that you can choose from as to why she must hate you that very moment. it helps to have a list. to be able to predict what’s making her mad again. what about you today infuriates her? it’s like a game.

today, you’re guessing one of those three. of course you had done more. some you know, some you hadn’t realized she hates you for doing, some you don’t even realize you did.

she stood up and crossed her arms. you were so far from her; so many people in between. yet the way she stared at you made you feel like it was just the two of you. not in a good way. in fact, in the worst way. it’s like being left alone with a beast.

“you’re failing my class.”

you weren’t in high school anymore. that much was clear when she announced it to the whole class where a high school teacher would never go so far as too doing. but the line between high school and college became a blur when what were a few snickers became a full blown laughter of which mrs. romanoff only basked in. you wouldn’t be surprised be there was some kind of pride in her as the class erupted in laughter over her embarrassing you.

that was very on-brand of her. but it hurt you nonetheless. your heart dropped continuously until you can feel a dragging weight on your chest. to even make it out of the classroom was such a challenge as you could barely carry the weight that pulled at your heart. you held in your tears as you walked down the hall. you needed billy. it was an hour before lunch, billy’s in mr. barton’s class but you texted him nonetheless.

‘sos’, you sent him.

it was barely ten minutes later. by then, you were already sitting on a bench just outside of your campus building when he came running to see you forcing everything in until he was able to sit beside you and pull you to him. “i got you, y/n.” he says as he held your head against the crook of his neck where you just exploded in tears. you cried heavily against his shoulder; the three month worth of pent up frustration over your studies finally breaking free from your system. “let it all out.” he whispers while a hand rubs over your back and the other plays with your hair.

muffled words escape from your lips; complete incoherent. billy pulls you off of him, holding your shoulders and taking a good look at your face; red nose, eyes, and lips, all puffy and plump from crying, snot on your nose, tear stained cheeks, and wet eyes. he hadn’t seen you cry like this since you failed math in junior high.

“okay, now tell me. what’s wrong?”

you sniffled hard before running the back of your hand against your nose. you were looking past his shoulder as tears continue to pour from your eyes. “i failed english…” you cried.

“what?! but you’re an english lit girlie!” he says. “remember? and i’m a math wizard. how can you possibly fail english?!”

that made you cry much harder, pushing through the arms that held your shoulders so you can return to your place with your head against the crook of his neck. crying all the much more. “mrs. romanoff failed me…” you cried, lifting your head slightly so your words doesn’t come muffled. “but she tore off my homework! she refused to accept anything i submit her—"

“okay, that’s it.” billy stood up rather abruptly, holding you by the hand and marching off back to the campus.

you sniffled, trying to clear your sinuses. “what are you doing…?” you ask. he was holding so tightly on your hand, you could barely feel it as he drags you through the hallways and straight into mrs. romanoff’s office.

you weren’t able to stop him—you didn’t even know what he was going to do! and by the time everything was finished processing in your mind, billy had already started yelling at your professor who only watches intently from behind her desk. “how could you fail my friend!” he yells at her.

you were taken aback. you didn’t know what to do. you’re already in here, he already yelled at her, knowing mrs. romanoff, you both would suffer the same consequences as if you would have stopped him.

“goodmorning to you too, mr. maximoff.”

her chin was resting on the back of her hand. she was looking at him so intently, as if she was interested in everything he has to say—as if she’ll hear him out. you were getting the strongest sense of déjà vu. you’ve been here before. you knew how this was going to end. you knew how much this would amuse her. you knew because this happened to you.

“y/n doesn’t deserve that.”

you can hear it in billy’s voice. he was infuriated. he hated her perhaps maybe more than you did. it’s always been this way—the two of you. he’s always been the man who protected you; who shielded you; who fought for you. and you were always there holding his hand as he does so, ready to back him up.

“how come?”

but with mrs. romanoff, against mrs. romanoff, it was different. her eyes were trained on him and him only. she did nothing to acknowledge your presence—you wouldn’t even be too surprised if she hadn’t realized you were here. but from the slightest chance that she might be watching you, from the slightest chance that your hand holding billy’s were caught from her peripheral, you slowly withdrew your hand, and took just the smallest step away from him so your skin doesn’t touch.

you know billy noticed this but he seemed to not have given it much thought. he was in here fighting for you knowing full-well he’s risking his future, and yours, in this university. you holding each other’s hand and being mistaken as a couple is not going to help your case. you deserve to be here. and you don’t deserve what you were given. and billy knows that. the last thing you want is for mrs. romanoff to further disregard your efforts, or any of the very little chance you have of winning this because she thought billy’s only doing this because you’re “his girlfriend”.

“she was the best in our grade!”

“i think you mistake this university for a small-town public school in west view,” she fixed her posture, straightening up when she pushes her chair further into the table and her hands rest on her desk.

“she doesn’t deserve this, and you know that! she worked day and night for your subject,” billy insists.

“i fear for her future if that’s the best her entire day’s work is worth for.”

you shrunk. you slowly hid behind billy though you were aware they both noticed. you wanted to cry. to scream into a pillow. she belittled you. and she did so without even acknowledging you at all, your presence to her was nothing. if you couldn’t see the way you hand was trembling, you would think you were invisible. from the way they were talking about you, to the way they were exchanging arguments as if you weren’t there. the very sole reason they’re even arguing, they almost pretend to not be here at all.

“that’s unfair. maybe you’d see how it’s worth if you’d even take the time to look at what she gives you before throwing it off.”

“why would i even give time for an output worth nothing more than what i throw in my trash can?”

“you are unfair! you give her all these work—,” billy’s voice raised to an extent you’ve never heard of, and even you were almost scared, but of course, mrs. romanoff wasn’t even fazed, if anything, she seemed to be getting bored of this whole thing.

her hooded eyelids dropped halfway, and her eyebrows tightened by the smallest bit. her patience was growing thin. and from the way her jaw clenched, you knew she was over it.

“and you are being disrespectful, mr. maximoff.” she said sternly.

“you’re biased. you humiliate her in class, you embarrass her, you pick on her. i don’t see you doing that to others. at least not to the same extent you do her. you’re wearing her off!”

by then you knew this shouldn’t go any further. he was blatantly disrespecting a professor, who as much as you hate, shouldn’t be disrespected by a student. at least, not to the extent billy was going for.

“and you, come in here accusing me; questioning me, a professor, with absolutely no regard for the inconsistencies and rather meritless of your argument.”

“i demand to see your grading sheet, because i assure you, you are making a mistake.”

mrs. romanoff abruptly stood up, placing both hands on the surface of her desk as she leaned towards it with anger painted across her features. “and i demand!... mr. maximoff,” her voice raised, and something about it, the coldness, the sharpness, the loudness, the entirety of it, almost made you cry. you were scared, your rapid heartbeat was evidence of that. “…that you leave. you have exhausted my patience. and i assure you, you will have no office of mine to barge into, or a university to attend if you further push your luck which i guarantee you is not more than what you’d have when you’re standing on very thin ice.”

“you wouldn’t…”

you put a hand on his shoulder. he was really pushing it. and mrs. romanoff wasn’t someone who you should be pushing it with. mrs. romanoff follows through. that much is evident as she consistently tore off your paper, without fail, every time you submit it.

“oh i’m sure you wouldn’t love to see me try.”

billy gave into her warning, but more so into you. you tolerated him—this, to a certain extent, especially since he was only fighting for you. but there’s a line, and with mrs. romanoff, it’s not something you should ever dare cross. billy listened to your implied warning too. he always listened to you. so with a scoff, he took your hand and prepared to leave, but as he was approaching the door, you pulled your hand from him to look at mrs. romanoff who, for the first time since you came in, finally was looking at you.

“are you going to continue being like this?” you asked. you weren’t as mean as billy was. you weren’t demanding. you were just sad. hopeless, almost.

“being what, miss y/n?”

“unreasonable.” you whispered but you know she heard you.

“if you see a reason for me not to be, then i wouldn’t.”

“don’t you think about how that might affect my future?” your voice was soft, kind.

“oh, i don’t think about you at all.”

her voice wasn’t. she was cold, almost proud; condescending.

a feeling inside you brewed. something about her eyes. how delicate they are. how enchanting. it couldn’t possibly belong to what a wretched-hearted woman she seems to be. she’s inviting, enticing. something about her pulls you in. intrigues you. now more than ever. now since ever.

you want to break mrs. romanoff. you want to see who she really is. not for revenge, not to hold it against her. simply because you’re curious. you’re aching to see mrs. romanoff—natasha. she couldn’t possibly just be that. mean.

she is not just that.

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glaciertea · 15 days

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Masterlist here

Tales the Songs Weave

Chapter 13: Every Time I Look into Your Eyes, I See It...

Word count: 4.9K

Miguel was always in his element. Handling anomalies, keeping the other spiders from straying off a beaten path, and having everything follow on that continuous track.

His operation of guarding the multiverse was priority number one.

However, that has slipped off the radar by a notch or two.

Now it was you.

You managed to wiggle your way to the top spots, and he would turn a slight blind eye to his work. You just happened to be as important to him.

You were the undisturbed composure he didn't know he truly wanted. No matter how bad the day was going or has gone, you would be there with that gentle, patient smile. This domestic lifestyle you present and bless him with.

It still baffles him that you chose to be with him among all people. That a person who is the elation of life and a soothing paradise picked someone who is as grim and disparaging as him.

You were someone who loved him.

A sentiment he hasn't encountered in any capacity since Gabriella. He replays the moment he finally found the courage to ask you about how you drowsily revealed that you loved him.

Miguel lied on your couch, listening to the sounds of your humming and clanking from pots and utensils. His mind was floating back to that night. Those three little words clung to him, daring not to evacuate.

“You know, I've been thinking of getting a pet. Maybe a cat or a parakeet will make the place a bit more lively. Do you think you're more of a cat or bird person? Well, you strike me as a cat, but a bird could also suit you.”

He didn't catch anything that was said; he was still stuck on that confession.

Confused, you turned your attention to him when he didn't respond.

You eventually caught on that he was in an inattentive state, and you knew that once that mindset settled within him, you could only wait until he left the realm he succumbed himself to.

Piling his plate with risotto, you tip-toed by him and slid the food on the coffee table in front. You were cautious about not wanting to disturb him when, suddenly, his hand wrapped around yours.

His claws were drawn back, and those usual heavily bagged, fatigued red-brown eyes had an extra layer of passing curiosity. You stepped over until you were in front, pulling both hands in yours and loosely lacing your fingers in his.

“Did you mean it?” Miguel curled his down, fully interlocking them together.

“Did I mean what? Getting a pet companion?”

“No, no, when you said you…”

You blinked several times, staying hushed. Miguel veered his eyes away from yours but placed them back, wanting that gentleness.

“When you said you loved me, did you mean it? Or was it sleepiness? It must have been, right? I've been telling myself that the night you uttered that phrase, I couldn't stop thinking about it. Surely it was the tiredness; it had to be! My brain is convincing me that's the reason, but another part is saying that it's not–”

Thud.

Miguel stiffened at your display of affection. You moved his hands to your hips and yours to his shoulders.

Your comforting gaze melted away his spew instantly. Your nose rubbed against his—that beautiful smile he adored being blessed with seeing.

“Yes. I meant every word, Miguel. I know it's such a strong thing to say, but I feel that bond whenever I'm around you, mi Estrella. That love, that bliss, that safety, and so much more that you give. I always wonder to myself how I got so lucky to have someone like you in my life.”

Miguel gave a tilted smile. “That's what I should be saying about you. How did I get you?”

You both share a quick laugh, dwindling it faster than it began.

“Miguel, with all my heart, you mean everything to me, and if you also allow it, I want to be with you until the end of our olden days. Even when those marigolds and lavenders have bloomed, I will want to trek onward, finding more flowers just like them with you. Maybe even growing our own.”

“I-I…” Without fail, you made him speechless.

“And I will say this, I love you so much, truly, but you don't have to say it back if you're not comfortable. It is a terrifying yet amazing thing, so I understand if you don't. But I do know that what you've shown me and continue to do is enough for me.”

You moved your forehead and replaced it with your lips, grasping onto this for as long as you possibly could before moving away.

He could only gawk. Not a single sound left him, but you didn't mind.

“I love you, mi Estrella. Don't ever forget that.” You whispered and gave one more kiss to his lips. “Now, let's eat this risotto before it gets- Miguel!”

The next thing you knew, your back was on the sofa cushions. Miguel, with no hesitation, hungrily snatched off your pants and tore your white shirt to pieces.

“I think I'm craving something else. Something sweeter, something that brings sensations in more ways than she can count, mi Luna.” His hot breath pricked shudders from your head to your toes.

That night, you learned that it was possible for a couch and wooden floors to squeak and creak when exerted with too much pressure.

That, and you had downstairs neighbors to apologize to.

A complacent grin snuck its way on Miguel as he remembered every scream and cry of his name from your pretty little lips.

Shaking his head clear from those heavenly thoughts, he trailed his mind, wondering what the other yous were like in the multiverse. Was each one as sweet and compassionate as you? Silly and full of that lively energy?

Did they love him just as much as this one did? He would check on that soon enough.

Glancing over to check the time, he realized his 'mandatory break’ (a break he rarely even acknowledged until you) was creeping up.

“I can take it now.”

He leapt off the platform and strided towards the exit of his office, debating whether he should surprise you at work. Would you enjoy that? You've dropped hints that you fancied when he makes random visits and how it brightens up your day.

He could make the trip and back before anyone noticed.

Passing by the many caged anomalies that've been accumulated, it was distressing how many have started appearing more frequently, but he calculated it up to a new wave of spiders being made within the multiverse, especially with the new rounds of drafted ones.

Stepping fully out of his domain, he didn’t take into account how crowded it was today. He had to be creative with stealthy sneaking out, but he would make it work. Determining which route to ensue, he made a sharp left, recalling that there were back rooms located behind a sector where the cameras were scarce so that anyone with vital awareness could know their locations.

And he was the one to have that necessary information.

Avoiding all sorts of traffic and calls for his attention, he took a quick glance behind, ready to disappear into the next section, when two certain voices made their unwelcoming appearance.

“So I finished that book you wanted me to read. I did skim through towards the end because it got too intense, and that’s saying a lot.”

“The intense parts are the ones that speak the most truth and show the true nature behind it all, Gwendy. It’s good to have the requisite facts; you don’t want Big Brother to know all that goes on behind. And speak of the main man himself.”

Miguel came to a halt, an immediate scowl on his face as Hobie placed his hands in his vest pockets and Gwen folded her arms.

“What are you two doing in this area?” He hissed at them, gaining no reaction from Hobie but an eye-roll from Gwen.

“If it’s allowed to the public, then there is nothing stopping us from exploring what goes on deep in this establishment.” Hobie retorted.

“This place is off-limits.”

“Since when?” Gwen raised her brow in a quizzical manner.

“Since now.” Miguel snapped back.

"Nah, mate, being a bit dodgy with that.” The Camden punk leaned against a nearby wall, entrapping Miguel from moving forward. “Where you headed in such a rush?”

“Don’t worry about it. Don’t you two have anything important to tend to?” Miguel casually side-stepped towards the walkway, eyeing his escape.

“Aren’t you the main one to, you know, give out the tasks at hand?” Gwen blocked him as well, unknowingly making Miguel’s left eye twitch. He was fighting everything in his power from violently raving.

“Yes, but right now I’m on my break, so you can communicate with either Lyla or Jess.”

“You take breaks? Well, from how Jess complains, I think you indulge in one too many.” Gwen mumbled under her breath, making Miguel give a hostile leer at the disinterested teen.

Didn’t he resolve that issue with Jess? All the reports were caught up, and most of the anomaly tracking was redirected to him 95 percent of the time. There was no reason for her to still be dissatisfied after all that they'd caught up on. He mentally pinned it so they could discuss what could be the problem now.

“Look, go find something to keep yourself busy, or just stay out of the way.”

“We weren't in the way. We just happened to stroll out of the same place you are going, so shouldn't it be the other way around?” Hobie probed at his ‘leader,’ gaining a balled-up fist from him.

“Hobie.” Gwen elbowed him, shooting a grave look. A warning to quit while he was ahead.

“I’m just curious why he’s attacking us for just scouting the building he enforces us to know. Ya know what I mean? If it were off limits, wouldn’t there have been a sign up to direct us away from this particular area?” He poked the lion in his absurd, pseudo-dependent den, not caring about the aftermath that could potentially follow.

“If I said it’s off limits, it’s off limits. End. Of. Discussion.”

“Hobie, please.” Gwen’s voice increased, only to fall flat.

“Why so sudden is what gets me. Just because you think you’re the ‘big boss,’ you believe that you can switch and swindle the rules around whenever they're applicable to you. So what are you trying to hide?”

WHAM.

Gwen flinched and silently sighed out as Miguel’s curled fist slammed against one of the support beams, leaving an indent on it. His breathing was uneven as he calmed himself.

“In. Out. In. Out…”

Gwen's face creased, and Hobie was stolid, though marginally baffled at the display in front. Miguel was crossed. His dreary eyes glazed over as he removed his fist to his side, still inhaling and exhaling sporadically.

“Can we leave? Please?” Gwen nudged Hobie, making him bow his head.

“Yeah.”

And with that, they pivoted forward into the depths of the HQ, leaving the internally exhausted, battered man to himself.

“Was that really necessary?” Gwen furtively murmured to her friend.

“Yes. There’s something going on, whether he knows it or not. Only time will tell. I’m just giving it a kickstart.”

She could only groan at her instigator of a ‘mate’ and began to swing away, with him close behind.

He couldn’t understand why they couldn't leave him alone. Why couldn’t he just do the things they do on a daily basis? Why couldn’t he leave this hellhole of a life and go to someone who wants to participate in normal activities such as listening to records from decades ago or eating cheesy pizza while watching a cheesy film?

Why is that too much to ask for? Was it too much to ask?

Not seeking to remain any longer or allow that punk to get under his skin anymore than he already has, he headed towards the secret doorway, even more primed to spend the entirety of his break with you.

You bustled back and forth, arranging new clothing and novelty goodies all over the shop. It’s been extra busy, and it’s been taking a toll on your body.

Ever since Jax and Freya, your other two co-workers, decided to simultaneously take a week and a half off, you had to pick up the extra hours to fulfill their duties.

“I swear they are fucking on the side, because this is ridiculous! Whatever you stack up is coming right out of their paycheck.” Ronnie nearly slammed a box of fragile ornaments on the counter before you rapidly caught her. “This is what happens when you hire lazy ass part-timers!”

“Ronnie! I’m upset too, but don’t take it out on the items, please.” You removed the package from her shaky hands into your still ones.

“Ronnie nearly breaking something? Sounds on par with her.”

Whipping your heads toward the voice. Miguel waved at the two, causing you to nearly drop the box on your foot until Ronnie took it back.

“Oh haha. You think you’re so funny. Where have you been these last few days? We could use the extra hands, you fuckfa-”

“Ronnie! Go in the back and take a breather; I can handle the register for a bit.”

You patted the counter to alert her to leave the knickknacks, which she happily followed. Without saying another word, she stomped to her office and closed the door behind.

“I have never seen her that cynical and furious.” Miguel leaned against the wooden surface, planting a kiss on your forehead. “And why are you working again today? Aren't Thursdays your off days?”

“Two other employees dipped on us at the exact same time, and it’s been crazy busy, so the stress has been catching up to both of us.”

Miguel peered into your eyes and noticed how weary and depleted you were. You only told him that work had more customers than usual, and you would leave it there.

It did make more sense now that he had context, as you were too tired to hang out or even stay on the phone because you would randomly pass out during the middle of a sentence.

“Ay Luna mía, ¿por qué no me dijiste que te estabas agobiando así? I would’ve come by and helped you relax these past few days. That explains why you told me not to come last night.” Miguel brushed your hair with his palms, making you shake your head.

“I didn't want you worrying. You already deal with so much; I don’t want you piling on more things, especially revolving around me.”

“Oye, no, no. You deserve to be worried about. I’m not going to have mi Luna beat and tire herself down. We can only have one of us doing that.” You and Miguel snorted at that before laying your foreheads on one another.

“I don’t want you doing that either, mi Estrella.” Your thumb caressed his sharp jawline.

Miguel planted a kiss on it. “Let me treat you, mi corazón.”

There was no hesitation in that. He peeled his shades off and set them on the table. You timidly tilted your head, holding that adorable confusion that nearly broke him.

“Treat me? No, you have to treat you! You go through more than me.”

“I’ve already made up my mind. This Saturday night, I’m taking you on a proper date. We haven’t really had one since the garden, so let me tend to you. Allow me to spoil one of the very few things that brightens up my life and sky.”

Now it was your turn to be left speechless. “But, but, I can’t leave Ronnie by herself.”

“If you don’t say yes to that date, I will take it for you!” Ronnie pulled her dull ginger hair into a messy bun, accentuating her gray, baggy eyes and square face.

“Besides, I’m closing the shop up early to go clubbing that day anyway. You can’t be the only one with eye candy all over you. So go.” She cheekily wiggled her eyebrows; that smug grin sat too comfortably on her face.

Miguel sauntered behind the counter and carefully squished your cheeks together.

“Por favor, mi corazón, permíteme hacer esto por ti. Por esta única noche. Déjame tratar mi cautivadora y brillante Luna."

“I-I took French…” You were greatly bashful.

“Just say yes, my girl!” Ronnie smacked a bare display model.

“Si, mi Estrella.” Your voice was hushed, but enough to be heard by him.

Two more broke on the floor.

His lips found yours for a brief second, until a rubber band was launched between you two.

“¡Oye! Sé que eres mezquino, ¡pero vamos!” Miguel growled at the owner, only receiving her tongue sticking out.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. No snogging in my store! If I can’t do it, neither can you two, so break it up. So nasty!”

Ronnie and Miguel went back and forth as you rubbed your lips with a coy smile dancing across them. Your brain was in space as you gleamed upon the one you were deeply in love with. He would always surround you in the galaxy, no matter what. That you were so lucky to have him.

That you two were lucky to have each other.

You regained your bearings when Ronnie began threatening Miguel over something nonsensical. You ended up separating the two when Ronnie plucked the undraped dress-form mannequin, nearly whacking him with it, as Miguel’s feet were planted proudly, ready for the strike.

You humorously scold the two, bossing Ronnie to take her break early.

“Fine! Not because you told me too.” She gathered her windbreaker and purse from behind the register.

“And no fucking in my store!” She snapped her fingers before darting fully when she was halfway out of the building.

Appalled by that declaration, Miguel shouted, and you eyed the register, intrigued if it could knock you out in one fell swoop.

“Ay coño, I swear she is like a more vulgar version of Peter!” Miguel grumbled and rubbed his temples in a discontented way.

“Maybe I should meet Peter. Balance each other out.”

He scoffed at that. “And have you succumbed to that faith? No way, mi Luna, you are not suffering more than you already are.”

You blew a raspberry at him and knocked your hips into his.

“I could handle one at a time, just not in the same vicinity.” You examined the fine figures after releasing them from their boxy prison.

“Now that I’ve witnessed Ronnie’s… tumultuous tendencies and principles, I wouldn't have them in the same proximity.” You and Miguel winced simultaneously.

You bantered back and forth, Miguel periodically slipping into the back when you had to handle a customer, appreciating the hoarded collections accumulated over the decades. Though he would get an occasional distraction when a shopper would flirt or chat with him, only to struggle when they were faced with an agitated frown or an empty glare and darkly tinted sunglasses.

When confronted or questioned about that ‘daunting, behemoth of a man’ in the back, you defended him by stating he isn’t much of a people person, and he prefers to be by himself. The few shrugged it off, refusing to go deeper, but one or two jostled, nearly causing a commotion, only to scurry when Miguel spooked them away.

How thankful you were for him.

“My break is nearly up; as much as I don’t want to leave, I have to before Jess comes at me.” Miguel checked his watch and tutted in resentment. “Will you be okay, mi corazón?”

Sprawling your arms, you dangle them off the edge of the counter.

“Nothing I can’t manage. I’ve been doing this for almost four years and I have the bat, remember? And besides, Ronnie will be back soon, so yes, I will survive!” You copied along to the song blasting overhead, tossing one arm in the air, and receiving a chesty laugh from him.

“Fair. That is fair, mi corazón.” He lifted both of your hands near his lips, grazing against them. “Saturday. I will pick you up around seven, and I will use the door.”

“Oh, you’re going to use the door? This is how I know it’ll be very romantic.” You both beamed and moved into your affectionate stance. “I’m excited to know what you’ll have up your sleeves, or should I say suit?”

Miguel stole a kiss from your lips, triggering you to mildly quake your head back and forth on his forehead, getting him to grin even harder. “Mi Estrella, I love you so dearly. You be safe, okay?”

“You know I will, mi Luna. Now, tomorrow I’ll text you the details on what to expect without going too much into detail, got it?”

“Sir, yes, sir.” You saluted, earning a grunt from the spider.

“Mm–right. Saturday at seven, I’ll talk to you soon. Te adoro, mi Luna.”

And with a wave and a blow of a kiss, Miguel was traversing back to his wretched domain. The spot where he isn’t warmly welcomed. Only dreaded or inwardly and outwardly met with snide remarks. Harassed constantly for tediously, miniscule activities.

He already missed you.

Friday managed to approach faster than he expected, as monitors surrounded him as he requested (mostly demanded) Lyla to search for fancy restaurants or romantic spots.

“Okay, this restaurant has four stars and serves Mediterr-"

“Too low! Higher, Lyla, she deserves only the best!” Miguel distraughtly swiped one screen away to the next.

“I found over fifty places, and you turned down each and everyone! I’m done, Miguel!”

“Maybe if you found better picks, I wouldn’t have to do that.” He snarked back at the A.I. companion.

She gave a dismissive scoff and tossed the tiny screens around her in an animated trash can.

“You know what? I am done with this. Good luck, boss. You are definitely going to need it.”

“Wait, where are you going?!” Miguel drove his talons down into a screen, creating spider-web cracks in it.

“All the luck!” She finger-gunned at her creator and blipped away back into her cyberhome.

Miguel hardened for several seconds and launched the screen he was holding at another one. It was nearly midnight, and for the past hour and a half, he scrambled to locate the perfect destination for the upcoming date.

And so far, luck has refused to be on his side.

Unleashing a cultivating yell, footsteps caught the rest in his throat.

“You know, I really have to stop coming in when something is going down with you. Or maybe it’s a sign that I have to be in here when you’re distressed in a high capacity.” Peter flung himself up to Miguel and scanned the iridescent PC displays.

Various restaurants, dinner cruises, and wineries with high ratings were showcased throughout. “Ah, doing something intimate with her. That’s why your suit is all up in a bunch. When’s the date?”

“Tomorrow, and I still haven’t found the right one for her.” Miguel mumbled behind his clawed hands.

“She doesn’t strike me as one who cares for lavish things. She definitely gives off those down-to-earth vibes, that no matter where you take her, she’ll be fine with it as long as you’re together.”

“But that’s why she should only get the best. She does so much and–wait. What did you just say?” Miguel whirled his neck in Peter’s direction. He didn’t discern himself from Miguel’s wary eyes as his brown eyes continued staring ahead.

“She wouldn’t care where you brought her. You all of the spiders should know, even with or without spidey senses.” He scrolled down some, clicking random tabs.

“And how would you know that?” Miguel’s fangs bared as his claws uncomfortably sank in and out.

Peter slumped his head, wishing Mayday was here to help with this blowout. “I accidentally met her at the job she works at.”

Miguel’s jaw dropped before his face twisted in outrage. “¡¿Por qué estabas en su trabajo?! ¡¿Estás acechando a mi paraeja?!”

He shriveled at his leader's vexing response. “No, I'm not stalking your girlfriend. Every time you would bring in those boxes with the goobers, I would always catch the name on them. So, I decided to go check it out. That's how I saw her. Now here, let me help you find something.”

That didn't sway Miguel's seething mood at all, as Peter sulked back from the monitors. He then tried to deliberately pull his puppy-dog eyes on the scorching, taut red ones before him, but that changed nothing.

Without even needing to utter a single phrase, Peter took the hint.

“Fine, the full story. Look, you live in the future, and where I'm from, antique shops are common. During my break today, I moseyed on down, curious if any items we had were considered ‘ancient’ here, right?”

Miguel crossed his arms, his brow jutting up, suggesting Peter keep talking.

“And as I was there peeking, I saw her in the back labeling, and then something in my brain went off! I remembered this girl, and I couldn't figure out why.”

He knocked on the side of his head. “I had to jog my memory on why she was so familiar when, I guess, she caught me staring and asked if everything was okay. I mean, everything was okay; I told her I was just browsing; I didn't want to come off as the weird guy–”

“Get to the point, Peter!” Miguel pounded his work desk after each word.

“Hold on! I'm getting there! So, after that, she gave a thumbs-up, and that's when it came all rushing back. I recalled her picture icon from your messages! She seemed shocked at first, and we awkwardly shuffled to the front. I still don't know how we exactly ended up there, but, yadda yadda, things in-between, I dropped your name, and she caught on to who I was!”

Peter's arms were outstretched after performing a one-man show replicating the events he experienced earlier. Miguel's shoulders collapse as he is suddenly overfilled with lethargy. He pinched the bridge of his nose, Spanish trickling down faster than Peter could translate, as the fuzzy-robe-wearing spider fidgeted with a loose string.

“Ay, Peter, I pray you didn't harass her. Please tell me she had a pleasant time.”

“We did! And she loved Mayday! Also, I'm actually talked about outside of work? I knew you were secretly fond of me.” Peter lifted a leg, his eyes twinkling, and clasped his hands together.

Miguel's body twitched.

“You took May with you?”

“Sure did! And she played with her so much while we all talked. She seems to know a thing or two about kids—well, enough to keep them entertained.”

His mind raced to you cuddling May, her big smiles as you cooed and giggled with the baby. Your gentle hold, letting May look at the wonders that held so many memories as you would lightly bounce her on your hip, taking the time to give a story behind each trinket, acting it out in an engaging manner as May would squeal with delight at the cute, dramatized acting.

Then his mind meandered to his kids. That same enthusiasm you’ll share with them as you unveil the phenomenon behind the world's creations. From a plain, shiny stone to a prehistoric fossil or an old CD player to a turntable.

The smiles and giddy glee, the exhilarating hops, and the glinting awe they'll have with his red eyes.

A string lies snapped.

He tuned Peter back in, catching whatever he was rambling on in mid-sentence.

“And that Ronnie person—she reminds me of someone. I can't put a finger on who exactly, but man, she's a rambunctious individual. The amount of times we had to catch her from letting some non-PG things slip was astounding!”

Peter flailed his hands in exaggeration before being face-to-face with Miguel's withdrawn gaze. The usual fierce, no-nonsense commander appeared as a beaten and lost puppy.

Peter's nose flared, and he snatched up one of the monitors, typing away at the screen.

“Look, Miguel, you don't need to stress over this. She will still love you no matter what, you know.”

His ears perked at that. “She told you she loves me?”

“Yes! When I said the first syllable of your name, her face lit up as if millions of fireworks went off at once! She spoke fondly of you. Saying that there was this devotion that drifted whenever your name wormed its way into the conversation, words cannot describe. It was staggering to witness that glow whenever it happened! It reminds me of when Mary and I rekindle that flame.”

His lips quivered upward, then he shoved the screen in Miguel's face. “But, enough about that. If you're so keen on impressing her somehow more than before, then take a look at that.”

An unsure stare ran across Miguel, tearing away to look at what Peter had searched for.

A jazz lounge.

A lounge complete with multiple performances from singers and musicians, a sensual and inviting aura, comfy furniture, and savory cuisines. Just an overall quintessential venue.

It was perfect.

“From what I picked up, this seems to be up her alley. Take her there. I'm sure this would be a great time for you two. So no more worrying, please. I beg you! You over-thinker.”

“Peter, I don't know how to thank you."

“Thank me by going out and having fun.”

Another snapped string.

The spider companion nudged his shoulders with his as he viewed Miguel making reservations to it.

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This was going to be a night you would never forget.

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i have a question to cleanse your mind from that young royals hot mess on twitter. do you think norrix may in fact be real and if it is when do you think it became real? and if not do you think it might ever become real? my own view is they've not acted on anything right now and would say they're only very good friends if asked and are most likely even still hooking up with women but there are feelings much stronger than normal friends bc well it's crystal clear that it's not a normal friendship but a fair chunk deeper than that like a soul connection or something as an anon said the other day. but i don't know if they'll ever get up the courage to act on it. my projection clearly as we'll never really know how they feel if they don't act on it and go public but they come across like of two of my friends who so clearly care for each other in a non-platonic way and are joined at the hip every opportunity and are physically affectionate with one another but never did anything about it so far at least from what we all know anyway and only one has recently come out as not straight. though i guess even having that deep love even if it remains platonic is a special thing regardless. was wondering what your take on it is if you don't mind being public about that.

Okay, so here's the thing. I'm very hesitant to speculate in an open space about someone's sexuality where anyone can see it. (Sometimes I really wish Tumblr's search function didn't catch literally everything, but whatever). I don't know, I have really complicated feelings on the matter in general because I recognize things from my own life, but nothing is universal etc etc. And maybe I blur the lines on my blog a bit, but at the end of the day, the plausible deniability side, and the side that doesn't really know any of the people I post about, will lean towards these relationships not being real in the romantic sense.

That being said, I will gladly address this question from a more "fictionalized" viewpoint using things that have actually happened. It might be counter-intuitive to write like that, but it hasn't stopped me yet because I am not them, so it's default fiction.

In one of the things I'm writing that utilizes real-world timelines, I have them kind of getting together following the Spa 2023 gig when Lando goes back to Amsterdam and posts the photo to his Insta Story from Martin's balcony. All the feelings from the past year build up until they can't hold them back anymore.

The reason I think Spa (besides the fact that the aforementioned picture kills me), is that following it, and even the event itself really, Lando largely stops posting their meetups on his social media. Someone else brought to my attention that after New York and Canada, McLaren also largely stopped posting content of the two of them. As compared to Miami where there was plenty of content of Martin hanging around Lando's driver's room.

So New York/Canada happens with "Real Love." Then Spa happens with Lando and Max flying into the show and Lando going back to Amsterdam. Lando specifically realizes then that if he wants to avoid scrutiny and rumors and gossip as much as possible, he has to let the psycho girl rumors go wild while he flies under the radar with privacy and avoids advertising who he's with. Hence, a tangible lack of material from both him and McLaren for the rest of the season when Martin is present.

The ski trip is the exception because I think the ski trip is special. Especially because Martin was nowhere near France prior to it. Lando says, fuck it, for a brief moment and posts the photos he wants to post.

But then we have winter break and go back to both of them being very quiet when they're together. Martin gets to post the proof that they've been together while Lando keeps his profile meticulously bare of anyone but himself. The fact that Martin was back in Amsterdam for ~8 hours and posted 3-4 things says a lot. But he's quiet again, now that he's somewhere snowy while Lando's plans of Finland seemingly grow nearer.

They're not sure if they'll ever broadcast anything, but maybe they'll work back up to posting like they used to pre-New York where they were much more likely to show up on one of their Stories at the least.

So, in my world, yes it's happened, and this is why I think so.

In the real, tangible world, who knows. Whatever their relationship is clearly means a great deal to them both. If it's purely platonic, if there's a legitimate romantic element, or if they just sit there and pine for the next few years, I hope they're happy and content they have one another. Finding people you click with that quickly and genuinely is a special thing.

#this got long so i shoved it under a read-more #i am 100% all for unironically tin-hatting in DMs once we establish we're on the same page but it feels a little different in a public post #to speak matter of fact and concretely #ask #lando #martin #norrix #writing tag

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babeczka415 · 9 months

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My Forever

Everyone hears those love stories of finding your one true love when you're little but for most it doesn't happen. However for me that's exactly what happened. Our moms worked together at a nursing home and we spent so much time with each other. It was that once in a lifetime kind of friendship to love. By the time I was 10 we were inseparable and everyone knew it. However, that all changed one night.

He was spending the night over with my family as his mom had to work graveyard that month and there was a knock on the door in the middle of the night. We had fallen asleep on the couch watching a movie and were woken up to knocks on the door and red lights in the front yard.

In the six years I had known Jake, I had never seen him cry until that night. The police officers let him stay with us that night but we didn't fall back asleep.

I had seen him one more time since then at the funeral and he hugged me so tight. By the end of the funeral he didn't want to let go of my hand and I didn't want him too until the police and my parents pulled us apart.

He went into the system and while we tried to keep in touch with letters it eventually stopped when I turned 12 and my heart was broken.

When I finally turned 18 I spent 5 years looking for this man. My heart was still attached too with no luck. I had finally given up and tried to move on but no matter what no guy meant the same to me.

Until HIM and I started texting trying to find his sister who was kidnapped. I was instantly drawn to him and there was an instant trust like I had known him my whole life. After everything we had been through we had fallen in love and decided to finally meet in Duskwood.

My heart was pounding out of my chest as I walked into the park. He had told me where to meet him and when I went to the spot he was already there leaning against a tree. I couldn't miss him as he was wearing all black during the middle of the day. I finally caught a glimpse of his eyes as I walked in front of him and my heart I swear stopped. He must have also because he pulled his mask down.

Standing in front of me was Jake, my Jake. The man I fell in love with through texts, but also the same boy I fell in love with and was the reason I couldn't find love again.

Without even saying anything to him I run and jump into his arms and wrap my arms around his neck. I feel his arms around my waist and he holds me until he lets my feet hit the ground. He's staring into my honey golden eyes and me into his electric blue. I see his black hair fall down under his hood.

"Hi, Jake," I said with the biggest smile.

"Hi, my MC" he says with a smile back.

He always called MC growing up because he was the only one besides family to know my middle name abd while I started going by it when I turn 14 hearing him say it sends shivers down my spine.

I gently smack his chest "you have a lot of explaining to do mister. I looked for you for five years once I turned 18 and there was no trace of you" I say with a pouting face.

He leans in and kisses me "I will explain everything to you."

Jakes POV:

She hasn't missed a beat since seeing me. She's still that same playful, loving girl i fell in love with at the age of 13 and my heart never let go over.

I twist us so shes against the tree as Im holding her waist still. I know there's alot to catch up on with her.

"Just before i turn 18 i started getting in a lot of trouble with hacking. Nothing major at the time but enough to keep the police on my tail. I didn't reach out to you then back because I wanted to keep you safe." I sigh knowing these next words are going to be the hardest.

"I had contacted your dad the moment I could and he told me all about you. He knew the moment you turned 18 that you were going to be looking for me and to keep you safe from getting pulled into this life that I had to stay under your radar which is exactly what I did."

"You spoke to my dad but you couldn't reach out to let me know you were damn alive!? I thought you were dead Jake!" She yells.

I kiss her to keep her quite. When I finally pull away she looks shocked that I just did that.

"I know what you thought and I hated letting you think that after the promise I made you the night my world turned upside down. I had all plans on the day I turned 18 to enter back into your life MC. However with everything that was going on it wasn't the right choice to keep you safe."

"I think I'm more mad that my dad knew and didn't give me any hope" she says looking down at her feet.

Her looking away from my eyes has always been a sign she's upset, even as a child. It's one of the things I fell in love with. I lift her head to look into her eyes. "He did it to protect you. Honestly, as hard as it was not reaching out, it was always to keep you safe." I say as I pull her towards me.

"Jake, you're not allowed to disappear again from me. I don't care what you're about to say, I'm coming with you" she says sternly.

I know she's my forever and I want her safe but one thing I learned from her is she's stubborn and I can't stop her from doing what her heart wants.

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Mako runs past Azazel in the crowded streets, swiping his wallet and headed straight for the aquarium. Her white, matted, dirty hair makes her stick out in the crowd but she's small enough that most people don't even notice. She even knows to follow a family with kids her age into the aquarium before immediately splitting off and going towards the tanks where you can pet the sea life

'Let's get this over with.'

On today's job : Take out a specific mutant target in the middle of a busy street.

While it wasn't an unusual request, it didn't change the fact that he has always felt uncomfortable walking in crowds. Apart from the obvious reason, it came with its fair share of issues : Too many unfamiliar faces popping in at once then disappearing out of his field of vision. Too many different noises and voice pitches condensing into one incoherent gibberish. Too many smells of various degrees, from strong to mild, from nauseating to plain weird, making it the most confusing scent cocktail. None of these, however, were really the reason why he wanted to get this job done as quickly as possible and move on to some better place.

No, the main reason, and objectively worst part of it all, was that this had to be in Florida. The fabled trickster God's playground. The land where the press hunts for crimes that will inevitably become famous out of state.

If he was going to do this right, there could be no mistakes, and everything had to pass under the press' radars as the most mundane event of the day.

According to his investigation, his target at this time of the day was far ahead of the street he was striding through. He would do it swiftly, then switch his target's wallet with the 'fake' one in his back pocket to hide who truly 'unexpectedly passed away' today. It was an ordinary wallet with all things considered : It had an ID, emergency contact details, a medical insurance card, bills and change totaling 100$, ... The only notable detail about it is that it couldn't possibly be his own.

He made himself as unassuming as humanly possible in the crowd while some bystanders walked closeby, some skipped behind him, some just ran past like it wasn't 97°F, ... Children never seemed phased by this kind of weather until it was too late.

'If I'm not careful enough, I might accidentally step on a kid if most wander off from their parents like this one...'

Strangely enough, he felt... Lighter. Reflexively, he patted over the inside pocket of his jacket before moving to his pants'...

And realizing the fake wallet was gone.

He abruptly stopped on his tracks, causing an old lady to dump into him and nearly fall over if he hadn't caught her at the last second and brought her back to her feet. "Oh my! Thank you, Dear. But don't worry about little old me and go follow your daughter before she gets lost. She looked so excited to go to the aquarium ! She tripped a few times to catch up with you but always got up like a champ ! "

His mind momentarily found itself stuck on the daughter part of her sentence before suddenly understanding what actually went down a few seconds ago.

Being pickpocketed by a child should have been the least surprising thing to happen to him in Florida, yet here he was. Absolutely dumbfounded by the absurdity of the situation.

He found himself simply nodding to the old lady then left without a word. He reached the Florida Aquarium in less than 5 minutes after finally getting out of the busy street.

Seeing no trace of the strange white-haired girl, he walked past the big Devil Ray statue, got to the counter and paid the entrance fee with the money from his wallet. He went in and started looking around for the little thief.

'She hasn't been there for long so she couldn't have wandered off that far. Now, where would a small child go in such a big-...'

As if to answer, a map of the place suddenly faced him.

'... Of course.'

When he reached the aquarium's Petting Zoo, he took a quick look around, trying to spot any usual white hair among the young visitors until...

'There she is... At the corner of the tank with the most rays.'

She didn't seem to notice him when he finally approached her. "No use running, Missy. You don't look like some vicious hellion so I won't involve any kind of institution into this : From experience, these make a mountain out of a molehill and don't even get at the bottom of the issue at the end of the day." He said matter-of-factly. "I just want my wallet back."

#rp #marvel #xmen #friendly oc #thecertifiedass #Mako-child-of-the-sea #Azazel #Finding Mako #italic+ '...' = thoughts #Wearing a jacket at 97°F ? Typical devilman behavior #This was long but if you ever want to throw in another muse the stage is set for all the madness #Because if Loki ever comes he will truly go insane

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What is the best plotwist idea for jujutsu at the end of the work? 1.itadori reveals himself to be the villain. 2.nobara will hit the sukuna's soul. 3.sukuna stay good. 4.kenjaku merges with tengen. 2. do you think it's likely that if megumi came back again he wouldn't become a new suguru geto Why did he ''kill'' his teacher and sister Don't you think that if he really comes back he would be ''fine'' with everything he ''did''? I appreciate you answering my questions and thank you very much for always interacting with us.

The biggest plot twist would be everyone surviving 😂😭😭😭

1) that would be a plot twist alright but it would be bad, not least of which would be the Game of Thrones level disaster of a twistful ending because it would be "unpredictable". Bad, just bad. A good plot twist is still something that has a buildup in the story even if that buildup flies under the radar. Megumi turning bad/evil e.g. would be believable with how his story went. Yuji turning out to have been evil all the time not so much.

Except you meant that Yuji is narratively the bad guy who just thought he was the good guy? Hmm... he already doesn't see himself as a good person anymore. His story will most likely come to an end with him regaining his sense of self. Him not doing that would be a plot twist again but like I said, a plot twist doesn't equal good writing.

2) Nobara hammering Sukuna's soul wouldn't exactly be a plot twist but something people expect and demand to see. With how long her supposed death has lasted, her surviving is going to be the plot twist now though.

3) Sukuna is... someone whose morals are far removed from that of a normal human. He sees strength as the ultimate might so if he were to turn good his personality would just cease to exist. Plot twist but again, not a good one. Sukuna being permanently subjugated by someone like Megumi though (as some kind of shikigami or a prisoner of his shadows) would fit the story more as a plot twist.

4) I can see that happen 100%. Might even be a contingency plan of Kenjaku, another way to cause chaos and to experience his experiments on his own brain. My thought was that he might try to fuse Sukuna into the merger after he was weakened enough.

5) it's hard to tell into which direction Gege will go with Megumi. It could go all over the place. Fact is, after the Bath, Sukuna's finger cracked, so he killed Tsumiki with Megumi's technique and since then Megumi hasn't come back with no further cracks on Sukuna appearing again.

So the killing of Tsumiki and of Gojo will most likely weigh heavily on Megumi, so much so that Yuji will have a hard time pulling him back up even if he reaches his soul. That will be the struggle that Megumi will face, dealing with his dead family and accepting their death done by his hands. (But Tsumiki had already effectively died the moment Yorozu woke up from her coma and Tsumiki's soul was already in contact with Megumi 70 chapters ago, so there is hope that he will come back from that abyss)

On the other hand, in Gege plot twist fashion, Megumi might just make his come back fully ready to fight, and or corrupted to the core. He might be so full rage and evil that he straight up takes Sukuna's place as the villain even, using him for his purposes as Sukuna used him.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #sukuna #fushiguro megumi #ask #meta

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x3kristax3 · 2 years

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My forever

In the six years I had known Jake, I had never seen him cry until that night. The police officers let him stay with us that night but we didn't fall back asleep.

He went into the system and while we tried to keep in touch with letters it eventually stopped when I turned 12 and my heart was broken.

Standing in front of me was Jake, my Jake. The man I fell in love with through texts, but also the same boy I fell in love with and was the reason I couldn't find love again.

"Hi, Jake," I said with the biggest smile.

"Hi, my MC" he says with a smile back.

He always called MC growing up because he was the only one besides family to know my middle name abd while I started going by it when I turn 14 hearing him say it sends shivers down my spine.

I gently smack his chest "you have a lot of explaining to do mister. I looked for you for five years once I turned 18 and there was no trace of you" I say with a pouting face.

He leans in and kisses me "I will explain everything to you."

Jakes POV:

She hasn't missed a beat since seeing me. She's still that same playful, loving girl i fell in love with at the age of 13 and my heart never let go over.

I twist us so shes against the tree as Im holding her waist still. I know there's alot to catch up on with her.

"You spoke to my dad but you couldn't reach out to let me know you were damn alive!? I thought you were dead Jake!" She yells.

I kiss her to keep her quite. When I finally pull away she looks shocked that I just did that.

"I think I'm more mad that my dad knew and didn't give me any hope" she says looking down at her feet.

"Jake, you're not allowed to disappear again from me. I don't care what you're about to say, I'm coming with you" she says sternly.

I know she's my forever and I want her safe but one thing I learned from her is she's stubborn and I can't stop her from doing what her heart wants.

#duskwood #duskwoodlover #duskwood fanfiction #writing #fanfic #mc x jake #everbyte duskwood #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood fandom #jake duskwood

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(CW: noncon, all types of abuse, revenge porn)

A rundown of my "when you looked at me I should have run" mindworld:

Everything happens as it does in canon up to Endgame, the only difference being Steve comes back to the present after returning the Infinity Stones (for no real reason other than me not liking that ending lol)

Beck's manipulation of Peter in Far From Home becomes more intimate, starts with questionably consensual sexual encounter stemming from the pub scene, and leads to Beck managing to capture Peter and keep him captive for some amount of time after Peter figured out Beck's faked heroics.

Peter's captivity is filled with psychological, sexual, emotional, and physical abuse. Beck employs his illusion tech to fracture Peter's sense of reality and psychologically torture him.

There's multiple false rescues, some involving Tony.

Beck also sometimes uses his illusion tech to make himself look and sound like Tony while being sexual with Peter because he picked up on Peter's attraction/feelings for Tony.

Peter's feelings about Beck are... complex. Beck's his abuser and captor but is also the only reliably real thing. After spending days isolated and tormented by illusions and trying to touch things that aren't there, having someone real he can touch and feel and smell is hard to turn away from.

Peter does manage to escape and calls Happy like in canon.

Beck and crew suddenly drop completely off the radar when Peter escapes, but Beck still has EDITH.

Peter gets really attached to Happy, basically psychologically imprints on him as "person who saved me and saw me at my most vulnerable and still helped me".

Happy's attached to Peter now too and is protective and helps Peter as much as he can to recover from his ordeal.

May and Happy's romantic relationship is kind of up in the air but they're close because of shared importance to Peter. May's referred to Peter as "our boy" in relation to Happy.

2012-style Avengers Tower is at play here and Peter ends up pretty much moving there (maybe because Beck and crew are still out there, I didn't really think on the "why" of it too much, he just ended up in Avengers Tower in my head).

Bucky dealt with similar abuse and the complex emotions that come with it (and the feeling of not being able to trust your mind) during his time as the Winter Soldier. What happened to Peter hasn't been shared with anyone but Bucky is able to take an educated guess and brings it up with Peter. Bucky and Peter become close from their shared experiences.

Nothing is outright said to Steve but he knows what Bucky went through and is able to deduce what made Bucky and Peter have such a connection.

I really get fandomy here and bring in the trope of Tony (and Natasha but I don't have a clear view of her place in this) coming back to life because of Infinity Stone shenanigans.

So Tony comes back to things feeling very off. Happy's among the first people to be allowed to know Tony's back and to see him but he is weirdly suspicious about it all, even for Happy, but he is eventually convinced.

Happy is very concerned about how Peter will take the news. He fills Tony in on a redacted version of what happened with Beck (old Stark employee with illusion tech and now has EDITH, leaves out the full nature of what Beck did to Peter, but makes it clear Peter has a shaky grasp of reality that is getting better but is still a thing.)

Peter is eventually told and brought to see Tony by Happy (whose presence helps assure Peter that everything is real.)

Tony moves back into Avengers Tower and it's... somewhat stable. He has an easier time growing accustomed to Bucky's presence than being around Steve again now that the universe isn't in immediate danger.

And that's basically where the firm canon of the mindworld ends. After this, the story can go various ways, it's the starting point for me to explore things.

A usual next step that's often included is Tony working on tracking Beck down, Beck noticing and breaking his radio silence to warn Tony off, Tony not listening, and Beck sending compromising pictures of Peter to everyone at Peter's school as punishment, which is when everything comes to light and gets revealed to Tony.

#when you looked at me i should have run #spiderio #starker #happy & peter #bucky & peter #peter parker #quentin beck #tony stark #bucky barnes #marvel #mcu #pro fiction safe

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banananutsmuthie · 2 years

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Congratulations on your writer anniversary!

Would you rather: See Weki Meki blow up in Korea with their remaining comebacks but they disband after their contracts expire? Or keep the group for another 5 years with their steady growth they have now?

What’s your favorite work you’ve written? What’s the most difficult to write?

What are some of your favorite works now? Any favorite writers at the woment?

I really like this picture of Yoojung :)

Assuming normal contract length of 7 years, it would mean they have 2 years left. I think it'd be better to get 5 more years out of them if its guaranteed in that situation.

I would probably say YouWeMe Part 9 was my favorite to write. It's not the hooniest, nor is it popular. It's not even my best work and it's not even reader insert, but what I loved is finally piecing all the foreshadowing and events of the previous parts of YouWeMe together and revealing everything to the reader from the perspective of Yoojung. YouWeMe was my pet project and seeing readers send asks after every part released got me excited with the thought of, "Oh man, you thought the red notebook was the plot twist, wait until the real plot twist drops!"

For most difficult to write, I'd probably say Fairytale was very draining because of the amount of research I had to do for the medieval vernacular. Like no cap, I googled the etymology of a lot those words and made sure it was at least within that medieval time period, words like "Ræd, and "Badde". Then there was the research into things like what I would find in a dungeon, and which fairytales I could use as a template for the story. I even spent a lot of time on the descriptions of all the members, trying to liken real-world event that happened to them in ways that would fit in the story. For example, Wendy's real-life injury portrayed in the story as "forgetting to drop the drawbridge for her", or Irene's controversy with her stylists. It was so much work that by the time I got to the smut part, I was already pretty drained.

As for the last question, there are A LOT of excellent writers and a lot of extremely well-written fics. Many of them you probably already know. So instead, I wanna shed a spotlight on some writers and fics that fly under the radar/aren't as active, because they absolutely deserve the praise and accolades as well.

@themanthemyththeverite - Anytime I read any of Verite's work, I'm always in awe of his prose, no word is wasted in his storytelling. Legitimately one of the best. Probably the one writer where I read his work and think, "God damn, I wish I could write like that." That is not hyperbole. Hope you're doing well, good sir!

@sorrowedgazed has two of my favorite angst fics with time machine (ft Minju) and this is how you fall in love (ft. Chaewon). They tug at the heart strings in ways that I never expected on this platform.

@cataboliac - I spoke with him recently even though he hasn't been active; he's legitimately one of my favorite people on the platform and an overall likable dude. I'm not usually a fan of AU and know nothing about WJSN, but super hero Yeoreum in Super Yummers: Chapter 1 had me immersed in the story from the first paragraph. It's been over nine months since it released and I still think about it to this day.

#asks #general ask

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autumatically · 2 years

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let's talk about my system history! this is gonna be a deep dive chronicling everything i know, so strap in:

the story starts ten years ago, back in high school. (possibly earlier?) one day i was in my dorm room and all of a sudden i just... Woke Up. like i had been sleepwalking for weeks, doing all of my schoolwork on autopilot – but suddenly i was awake and aware of my surroundings.

i tried *desperately* to cling to this sense of awareness, but it didn't last long, maybe 5-10 minutes. then i slipped back "asleep" for weeks, sometimes months at a time, only to "awake" at random intervals. all the while, my life seemed like it was living itself without me.

i was confused and distressed. whenever i was awake i would try to tell the nearest person what was going on – but they didn't understand what i was talking about, and i didn't have the words to describe what was happening. well, i have the words now: it's dissociation.

if you don't know what dissociation is... it's like when you're putting away the dishes, and you get into a rhythm, and suddenly the dishes are done and you barely remember doing them. that's great when it's the dishes – but not so great when it's ten whole years of your life.

and it never got better! i left high school and it continued all through college, all through my parents' divorce, all the way through working full time to care for my mom. my dissociation hasn't ceased. i'm still stuck on autopilot... that's me, Autumn. (hence the name.)

my role started out simple: to be a heuristic. my job was to pick the least difficult option so that we could get to safety and collapse. because these ten years were so stressful, so high-velocity, and so exhausting, that building a shell for this role was a necessary evil.

i learned how to handle class/work related stress by doing the bare minimum to pass under the radar. i learned to handle people related stress by fawning, giving them everything they wanted until they went away. then i would collapse on the bed to recover… and that was my life!

the "random" times that i would wake up from dissocation were never random at all; they were ONLY during times that i was recovering, collapsed on the bed, away from all that stress. a moment of respite just long enough to peek out and say, is it safe now? is the stress over?

so if i'm the Autopilot that helps us get to safety... then when i wake up, i am in Manual control of myself. this makes two of us: Autopilot Sky (Autumn), and Manual Sky (who still doesn't have a name). and for a while, we thought it was just the two of us.

eventually the span of time between "waking up" got longer and longer, as i needed to take on more adult responsibilities – and fawn for my mom. i became more of my own person apart from Manual, finding my own joy and identity... taking up more time and space in our system.

and then one day Manual woke up next to my partner. it was the original Saturgay, January 2, 2021... the day we refer to as our anniversary. i was finally away from my mom and work, in a place comfortable enough to slip out of dissociation for the first time in years.

Manual was never awake for more than five minutes at a time since *high school.* so imagine with me, if you will, a little sheltered christian child who one day wakes up with a trans woman for a partner. the sheer shock of suddenly being in these circumstances...

...both for me, and for my partner, who listened to our story with such love and tenderness as i've never seen in my life. we really earned each others' trust that day. even Manual, who decided that day to trust my instincts, that i'm making good choices for us.

the next few months were some of the hardest i've ever lived, so hard that it maxed out me and Manual's combined efforts. when we would collapse on the bed with our partner... sometimes neither me *nor* manual were there.

it was like we would dissociate even harder into an exhausted state of anxious spiralling, unlike anything we've ever experienced. we called it Empty, because if Autopilot and Manual aren't driving, then who's in the pilot's seat?

those few awful months finally came to a close; my mom moved out, and my partner moved in. in the wake of mom's departure, i felt it was my responsibility to take care of the house... and work full time, and do all the driving, and *everything else.* i was stuck in "go mode"!

so i took on all of the work that my partner and i should have shared, even discouraged her from helping. until i once again worked myself to exhaustion, to an Empty state. and this time, Empty knew that something was *very wrong.* so it screamed, and gave itself a name: Ghost.

"things are supposed to be safe now!! why am i still working myself to the bone?? this is NOT OKAY!!!!!" and ghost was right. but my mistake, as well as its assertion, opened pandora's box: we're now plural, possibly DID – and we can't go back.

ghost didn't just suddenly exist that day, though. it was always there, every time i would fawn and it hurt us, every time doing the bare minimum cost us something important. ghost was a box of that i put all my pain in, and it came spilling out when we were at our lowest.

(celeste fans may think of ghost as the badeline to my madeline)

so now there's a bunch of us! and i can't just hog center stage anymore; we all have to have our input on this life. manual has to help me make decisions beyond just "lesser of two evils" heuristics, and ghost has to tell me when i'm overdoing it and we're in pain.

and more than just helping me... manual needs to be caught up to speed on who we are now, and ghost needs to find its own identity beyond just our pain. we all deserve time to come into our own. i've had ten years running this ship and taking up all our system resources!

...and in the process of finding ourselves, we've found a *fourth:* Rose, who seems to be our traumatized inner child of sorts? she's hit the hardest by our ADHD and anxiety, but she's a fierce friend with her own identity and desires separate from ours.

hopefully we can find room for all of us in this weird little family. but this is why we're making twitters and system bios; i want us to have our own spaces to exist, to be free, to be ourselves. for trusted friends to see us, to get to know us.

so far we've learned to love ourselves and support each other, but now i want to take the next step and give them the support i get back from friends, from dreams, from agency, from *living.* identity is a wonderful gift, and i want all of us to experience it.

we may only have one body, but through the magic of the internet, we can have multiple accounts! 💖

#plural

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namelesschurch · 10 months

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Weekly update:

Lev: Lev's back. Honestly, that's the biggest thing for me. She hasn't told me much about what happened. She says she got caught in some sort of VR world with a slightly reasonable megalomaniac? When I asked her about that, she just said "no one died" and then also proceeded to try and reassure me that there was no risk of dying for her - cause of Rook - who was this spellcaster that Lev mentioned earlier before she went on that month-long mess. I think I bawled half the time and yelled at her for the other half.

And now the idiot is picking fight with gangs. Gangs with guns. I can't. I can't lose her. I need to figure out how to distract her in someway. Maybe I should reintroduce her to Crow - her once guardian a timeline ago - at the very least, I can tell Crow that Lev wants to be a vigilante, cause she has massive opinions about that and kids. It's a low blow, but I will not lose her again. She'll either be strong enough to overpower everything that's out there or stay put until she is ready.

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Mads: So. Mads became a god. Of second chances apparently. And I also made a stupid mistake assuming that Mads would be accepted like Kris is. Needless to say, I was forced to reveal some things about Chi and myself to remedy it. But I don't regret it. I have a bad feeling that if I had gone with my original plan and waited... well, it wouldn't have been good for Mads.

Hopefully, he won't make the connection. I really am the most pathetic goddess apparent, and Chi is unfortunately dragged into my mess by virtue of being her.

I am concerned as to the sort of mannequin-like state when the World Boundary had thoroughly suppressed him. Is that his vessel? Like I've heard that angels were created - and that for them to exist in the mortal world, they require something of Malkuth - of the physical realm - a vessel to exist in. Well, this is assuming the angel he is and the angels I know are similar. But why is he afraid of other mannequin / puppet-like things then?

Kris: He's gone exploring into Chi's Dream World and will have an update when he's done. I hope it's a good distraction for him at any rate. And...I am curious as to why Chi is connected to that world.

...especially if it is that dream world I am thinking about - the one that Lev always chided me on wasting skill points on. How did it end up turning into a game?

Crowley: I'm glad to see that seaweed hell hasn't eaten her. What is a little ominous is her reply tags to my enormous crab MTG post. I hope this is just her "the horrors are normal everyday things" sorta humor - and not y'know having an island-size crab that needed dealing with.

Erna: She's probably the one I'm most worried about. I don't think I can stop it either. Like Lev said, if she's the only one who has not been called... she'll likely accept the Calling willingly next time it happens.

bookkeeperofthescions: Will need to ask in the next week if she needs help with anything. It sounds like almost all of the Scions are down and likely in need of life-sustaining treatment - both soul and body-wise. I might not be able to teleport stuff myself, but the BC's can at least transport things - even if they tend to eat the stuff they transport.

Yugi / Seto / Mokuba / Joey / Rook? : Seems like the card game squad has come back safe and sound - Lev did say that. I am admittedly a little bit worried about Joey given his inactivity, though I'm fairly sure if anything did happen to him, Yugi or Lev would've mentioned it, right? Like I keep telling myself that if the events that happened to them were incredibly dangerous, I feel like one of them would've mentioned it - and then I remember Yugi has a talent for understatement, and Lev's opinion of danger is that it probably has to be city-ending for it be on her radar.

Nata: It seems she went back to Seattle after the damage from the alien? person. Was it the right thing to go "no I will not bring them back?" I can't really say. I know that if Lev disappeared, I would do all I can to bring her back - I did do all I can, limited as it was. But for random people I don't know, I probably wouldn't. Life and Death and Reincarnation have its place - messing with those things probably created the term "playing god."

Lark: Seems to be going to school, I guess? He obviously doesn't like it. Should also keep in mind to refer to him as a witch and not wizard - he's made clear the difference in societal context. Might be some personal context to, given how vehement he is about the subject.

holyhappyhour: Have not seen a response from Le after her comment on the moon. Hopefully, this is just her doing her periods of inactivity thing. Not everyone treats social media as their journal after all. And not someone as cagey as her.

Wayne Enterprises: I do not know what they are playing at. Inviting me to a dinner I do not have the qualifications to be part of - and then inviting me to a partnership that honestly seems fair on paper for the vertical farming project seems almost too good to be true. All I can think of is that I somehow hit some sort of alarm when I started asking about developing caves in the area - an alarm that's present in pro-company, the water is now poison, Gotham. Are they worried about me doing something - or are they already doing something in the caves? I don't have the connections to go blindly investigating - maybe this partnership could be a bribe even. But that's less likely. There's a lot of stuff a multibillion dollar corporation could do to make my life - a millionaire - and my company miserable. They don't need to cater to me.

plushwave: It is hard to tell how much it is Rose's very bad sense of humor coming out or if she's actually being serious. Also interested in the set-up of her world as mentioned by her comments of "Qin." I have also learned that completely different cultures and countries prevents direct comparison of cultures and countries - like you'd think this is a given, but it's a lot harder to actually put into practice when half the stuff it sounds like should be common culture. Or at least that's what I think. Anyway, cares a lot for Aloisia clearly.

enqueter: enqueter. Because I don't think I've seen any mention of name on enqueter's posts. Has some sort of genetic-related powers going on utilizing ADAM and what's called Plasmid. enqueter is a private eye that deals with ADAM-related stuff enough to be a sorta expert on the subject - has a related ADAM power called electrobolt?Not much information as of late. Will keep any eye on.

#penofdamocles #malleablepersonage #plushwave #enqueter #millenniumdueled #creepy-crowleys #witchofthescions #holyhappyhour #7wolfmoon #bookkeeperofthescions #hulizi #blueeyesking #redeyesandchilifries

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survivor-trinidad-and-tobago · 11 months

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Episode 2: "I want off this tribe right now. Put me somewhere else please god."—Raffy

In this round: Soca wins yet another challenge; Kaylee is medically evacuated (#KayleeWasPushed), leaving her boyfriend Tony behind on the island; four heroes step up to negotiate for a challenge win or an Extra Vote (and in the end, Soca winds up with both); Champ is outvoted when Soca adopts a dog; and some of Zee's lies come to light.

Soca Confessionals

Champ

Haven’t been super active so of course I’m nervous! Feel like I’m definitely lower on the total pole but also chatting enough to be safe a few rounds! I never wanted to seem like a big threatening player right off the bat so at least I’m under the radar! I feel like Zee and Eman are definitely the most well connected! Alex and Steven seem close! I love love love Alex omg I want him to be my number one so bad but I know I’m not his number one. I like everyone so far and feel like if we did go to tribal Nick would most likely be the first one voted off due to his inactivity. Now that I’m home I’ll be able to be much more active and build stronger connections to everyone. I feel good about our tribe keeping our numbers and once swap happens hopefully we have numbers to take out the other tribe

Eman

I was going to be a goat or a GOAT. Instead I'm a mama hen? Here's what's going on and what's on my mind.

1) I am currently closest with Zee and Champ and would die for either of them. Zee reminds me a lot of a young me and I just want to puff her up until she has all the self-confidence I never had at that age and she can fly on her own. Champ is just plain awesome and I trust her - and know her through mutual friends.

2) I am in two alliances - which is very much not anything I expected, but here we are. Which means I have connections with all but three people on the tribe--Lexi, Nick, and Steven. Sadly, I would LIKE to be connected with Lexi, but have gotten nothing from her in the outreach. Steven and I are chatting and I feel good about it - and in fact I feel awkward not being allied with him, but I'm trying (given as I'm doing so much other organizing with the challenges) to let others call the shots on the alliances and since Steven hasn't been suggested, I don't have the social capital to push for it. So if you're reading this later, Steven, it's not hard feelings, it's just the way things played out. And Nick - god only knows. Is he even a tribe member?

3) I don't like that Chris was voted out on the other tribe - of course, who knows what was going on but the first thing I see is age, which makes me feel super nervous about how it's all going down and my own position. And also Zee said it was going to be Tanner, so . . . was she fed misinformation, was she feeding us misinformation, or did things go down differently between the summit and the vote.

4) No seriously, what do we do about Nick - do we put him into a key role and make him an easy sacrifice if we lose, or do we carry him in a sitout position (which would kill me quietly)?

Nick

Sat out the last challenge, all my teammates had my back. Technological difficulties aside, trying to get back into the GAME.

Zee

I am not a primadonna girl, but the primadonna girls think I am, and so I must perform. By this I mean, I woke up at 6:30am and saw that the delegation was locked in, and that apparently, at 3am I have to attend a finish the lyric challenge. I really wanted the TV screenshot, but both Nick and I were offline so at least they didn’t choose to sit me out. I hope we can pull off another win, but a part of me really wants to see where the tribal lines are right now. But then again, I still trust nobody, I don’t think anyone here is loyal to me, and I have no way to know if any info anyone gives me is true. I’m taking everything with so much salt that I’ve got sodium poisoning. I’m keeping a lot of information close to my chest, and we’ve got another excursion coming so my extra vote might come to light, but then again, maybe not. I doubt people would assume that I made up a disadvantage. Also, people are being quiet, almost too quiet. Sure most people are offline for most of my day, but even when they’re not, nobody seems to be talking to me. I’m in two alliances but we’ll see if those hold me through to the merge.

As far as advantages go, I found a DOGGGG. I want to name it Frikki, and I will if he becomes a just me dog. I think he'll become a tribal dog though, I think everyone has to vote. I also don't know what he does but even still he's so cute and I'm glad the callout was for a dog and not for falling off a cliff or something. Right now I've got a Transparency Advantage, and Colin's extra vote, and Frikki(which will forever be his name in my heart.), and I'm putting all my choices into a document so I can remember what was where when the merge comes, so that if it's the same, maybe I'll get lucky and know where to find advantages. Last night I suggested an idol hunt doc to Kaleigh, and she thought it was cool, and this morning I made two idol hunt documents with half fake info. I said that where I got my disadvantage was a Food Vendor Ticket, and I omitted the Nylon Pools bit. Kept the food stand where I found Frikki part though, because everyone knows about the dog anyway. I sent Kaleigh one info doc, and I sent Mother Hen another with some sweet message or another.

MH put some info into the document I sent them, about their hunt, and it seems like they went a route I haven't been, but annoyingly it doesn't tell me much, since they said they got "better bird info" or something along those lines. I'll probably have to do my due diligence along that route at some point in time, but it costs 5TT$ which I can only assume stands for 5 Tribal Tokens or some other fun name, and I don't think I have any tokens yet, so I'm going to stay away from paid options for now. But I'll have to double back that way sometime still. Now that I've got more info on my document, I'm going to go back and take new choices that could earn me tokens and stuff, and maybe I'll get some info from Kaleigh and MH about their hunts too.

Kaleigh just put some info into the document but again, I don’t trust it. It seems awfully incomplete, like it’s hard to imagine she just got NOTHING at all from her hunt, not even any information? At least when MH said they got nothing, they said they got better bird info or something. Tomorrow I think I’ll have to decide where to go after we figure out what happens with the dog, but I’m most interested in taking boat one and talking to people on the beach. That or going back to the food vendors, though I think maybe I’d need to pay for something there, so I should probably figure out how to get money first. Uncle Billy’s Beach necessities makes me think that maybe I can get something better to hike pirate’s bay, but who knows. Not me. Anyway you’ll prolly hear from me more after the challenge ends, so nervoussssss aaa. And Edgic came out? Wtf is ittttt. I must crack it. Like I’m studying the voynich manuscript, how hard could Edgic be? But yeah I kind of want to crack it so I might take a go at seeing who I think fits what vibe and going from there.

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Lexi

I’ve now mostly talked to everyone on my team. Kolby and I worked together on the Movie Quotes challenge and won, and the tribe as a whole ended up winning the challenge - I’m so relieved because at this point I have no idea how eliminating someone is going to play out!

Kaleigh

okay wow things ARE DEVELOPING! now i think my closest allies are zee still and also steven rly climbed the ranks! we body doubled the other night while we were researching our screenshots INDIVIDUALLY and we got to talking - he’s been doing these games for ELEVEN YEARS SO THAT’S COOL I GUESS.. I WAS LIKE I FIRST HEARD ABOUT IT LAST WEEK!! but we chatted on video which is like obvio0usly a quick way to build trust and now i’m like ok steven and i have talked a lot and we are good. everyone else… god i don’t know. i don’t KNOWWW! steven was actually v helpful bc he pointed out were on day like 3 or 4 or w/e and we have a long way to go and shit is gonna change quick when we gotta go to tribal. so that made me feel good that i don’t necessarily need to be like BUILDING ALLIANCES LEFT AND RIGHT!!! though i wish i was… or i wish other ppl were trying to build alliances w me. istg zee is gonna win this whole thing. i love her and can’t imagine voting her out ever (or even being able to GET the votes) but if we don’t… she’s gonna take home the win i swear. gosh look at me worrying about stuff weeks away! umm anyway i am glad our team won and uhh hopefully we keep winning forever. i swear zee might have the idol.

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Tony

The screenshot challenge PISSED ME OFF only because it took me waaaayyyy too long to guess a Supernatural clip. Eman invited me into an alliance with Alex, Kolby, and Zee! So far it’s going well and I’m feeling very supported by them. I think I made a name for myself in these last two challenges. Hopefully I can keep it up and make it the finale!

Alex

Ahhh I want to get out some pre-challenge thoughts cause I'm all nervous about being on the hero task now. I would have preferred someone else volunteer but given that it was only me and Eman who floated their names, it is what it is. If this is a superhero thing like I suddenly guessed it could be I might be in a little trouble, though. I would have liked to have worked with Champ on the song crew just to build that bond a little more versus already (officially!) being in an alliance with Eman but it didn't seem cool to try and assign a mystery task to Zee or Nick, especially with how sporadic Zee's gaming hours seem to be and how quiet Nick has been in the game so far. Nick is the only person I haven't at least introduced myself to, which I feel like I should do, but also, he hasn't reached out to me, and he feels like an easy potential first boot if it comes down to it.

Shit. Well that's certainly a twist. It's kinda hot, though. Like gnarly idea, AJ and Trin, if you came up with it. I guess it's a good thing I'm already working with Eman so we'll hopefully be able to have good talks about what to do. The fact that it's Colin and Tanner def gives me pause though after Zee said Colin made it sound like Tanner was gonna be the first Calypso boot, or at least that Colin was targeting him. So I don't know what changed over there.

Well, it pays to be a hero. We'll just see how long I stay one. THAT WAS SO TV SCRIPTED I'M SORRY BUT I DON'T REGRET IT LMAO. WHEN IN T&T. Okay, so I have to recalibrate my entire game so far after that Summit with Eman, Colin, and Tanner. If Colin was telling the truth about him and Zee, and Eman and I think he was, Zee is gaming wayyyy harder than we realized. She's super nice but I fell for her "I'm just here to have fun!" routine hard. I guess I'm glad she's in my corner for now but I definitely have to keep on my toes going forward because if she's playing like this on Day 3 who knows what she'll do come swap or merge. I'm working super well with Eman right now but we both know the other is gaming and I don't know if they've thought about what that means for us down the line but I have. They've admitted they play more heart than head, so maybe I can use that to my advantage if it comes to it. Wow, that does sound villainous. Maybe I am a little more cut-throat than I thought. I've never done an org before, though, but knowing myself I very may well end up playing more heart than head, too. The one question mark I have with them is their relationship with Tony. He's the one member of our five that I haven't really talked to, so I don't know how much they talked for him to feel comfortable becoming a member of our alliance, but that summit I think definitely tied us together pretty strongly for now.

Eman

I'm a facilitator, not a dictator (or so I hope). Which means that I am very glad to have gone to bed and woken up to discover that someone else (someones else) finished the assignments for the pop culture challenge, so I didn't have to be the one organizing everything two games in a row - I just started the process, because I can't stand chaos (I can't stand chaos, WTF am I doing playing the world's most chaotic game??).

Nick is still MIA and I STFG if we lose, I hope he gets the boot. Heck, I'm almost tempted to suggest we throw the challenge so that we can give him the boot, but throwing challenges never ends well, and so I shan't do so.

Meanwhile, Alex and I are here on the hero challenge, and I kinda think we're in a no-lose situation (but that's way too close to a no-win situation).

A) If we give up the point, it's not likely going to cost our team the win . . . but we get an advantage.

B) If we keep the point, we'll look like we did awesome in an incredibly difficult challenge (the heroes challenge, after all). I suggested to him that we make a show of really holding fast to whatever we want and then ultimately letting the other team have it so that we can not only not lose but also earn some good will come merge. He didn't push back, but he didn't exactly jump on the idea either . . .

Also, gotta figure out what to say to the rest of the tribe when it's over. Esp as the other tribe members will be going back to their tribe and we gotta keep stories straight because people WILL compare notes.

Also, can I just say that I really wanted to have the no-y-chromosome alliance going, but I'm actually getting better vibes from the unnamed alliance of five. I think I'm probably oversharing with people I trust, letting them into my thinking and gaming out the options with them . . . but I'm not good at dissembling, and better to win people on my side with honesty then have them KNOW that I'm thinking shit through and wonder what I'm keeping from them, right?

welp . . . yeah . . . um . . .

First of all - THIS IS WHY I DIDN'T WANT TO RUSH INTO ANY ALLIANCES.

Second of all - THIS IS WHAT I MEANT BY I WAS PROBABLY BEING TOO TRUSTING.

Third of all - THIS IS WHY YOU DON'T LIE. Concealing and keeping information is one thing, but out & out lying is only gonna come back to bite you.

**record scratch** You're probably wondering what the fuck I'm talking about. So lemme back up a bit. As we all remember from my previous confession, Alex & I were in the heroes challenge, which was basically a whole thing where we had to negotiate with the other team on who was going to walk away with the point and who was going to walk away with the advantage. Alex and I strategized and decided we didn't care . . . but we were going to make the other team work for it. And in working for us they gave us dirt. And that dirt wound up being that my confession about being too trusting was prescient. Because Zee is not trustworthy - and even though she's been trying to get close to me and really sucking up (actually to a degree that it made me feel a bit awkward, but I thought she was sweet & naiive, so I wasn't going to say anything bad about her), she was always asking just a bit more than she was giving and, I kept trying to hold her off--gently. Welp, turns out she lied! Completely prevaricated. And not even in a good way where you say something in the main chat and then something else to your allies. Nope. The girl not only got a leap on the idol hunt, she got two votes. Girl's playing fucking hard with no self check.

Now, the upside to all of this. I have information. I'm closer to Alex (and pretty sure I can trust him, though there's one element that I need to figure out and that's with some of the coded messages Steven & I have been sharing). Oh, yeah, that's the other update - Steven and I are continuing to mend our fences and rebuild broken trust and I feel good about it. He's come right out and said he wants to work with me, and told him I was working with others, but that I was open to it . . . and he suggested that he was having conversations as well and that it might be with the same people. So where am I now wondering if maybe some of those other people might be Tony and/or Alex. Which I could get behind. Hmmmm . . . (So glad this isn't gonna come out until after the game and I'll probably laugh myself silly with how off base I was)

Zee

Short confessionals are in girls, get with the programmmmmm. Ok so here's the sitch, we won again by some miracle act of god, but the next challenge is three days long. That's infinitely too long for a challenge. Anyway everyone is so quiet and I'm kinda sus but like if I get voted I get voted, I'm still gonna try to play a spectacular game

Alex

Not me talking to Eman and Tony about how things feel quiet like 30 minutes before the tribe swap. This isn't worst case scenario by any means, I've still got my entire alliance, plus Steven who I've been also talking game with, but I finally got to talk to Champ today and I was SO ready to work with her. We had an awesome video call for like an hour plus and talked game and TV and traveling and she was like, "right away when I saw your bio I knew I wanted to work with you!" Like, being her number one and everything. And I was already thinking of her as my number two after Eman. And now she's swapped over with Lexi and Nick who have been suuuper quiet in game so far so I'm just hella nervous for her. I'm hoping that the three of them will be able to stick together but I have no idea... I'm excited to be a winner pick for now, though! That's super rad! And, like, yeah! I have been playing a good game so far!

Eman

8:41 PM, I chat Alex the following "It's too quiet; I feel like something big is going to happen."

9:01 PM, Tribal swap goes down. I'M FUCKIN' PSYCHIC, YA'LL . . . Now maybe I can manifest a win for myself, too. But I'm sad, Champ had just gotten back online and I was REALLY looking forward to playing with her. Also, one more thing . . . how has no one but Steven, Alex, and me (that I'm aware of) figured out that the disadvantage of the read receipts/reveal vote thing that Zee made up from her excursion didn't come to pass?? In fact, quite the contrary--we didn't even get to see the voting confessions! Anyway, I'm keeping that little nugget in my pocket until I need it.

Calypso Confessionals

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Raffy

I'm in an alliance with Jack, Drea, Colin, and Astyn. We decided to vote Chris based on a coin flip. All is good. Still want Tanner out

So it looks like my alliance was the only reason Tanner stayed in the game which sucks. Cause that just tells me that I should have just pushed for Tanner and things would have been fine. Everyone else was voting him anyways. I just hate how inactive my tribe is. I can’t have any real strategic conversations with anyone except Colin because everyone just says like two things every 8 hours. Like, I can’t talk strategy with anyone at all. But apparently there are all these MOR’s and CP’s and I’m like “Where??” Is the other tribe just having more fun? I just wanna sit down and talk to people about what they think but they’re all too busy or too dry. Like come on y’all. We’re playing a social game. You need to socialize!!!! Whatever. I don’t think we’re gonna win this challenge tbh. My tribe don’t seem like the sharpest tools in the shed. Like no one has even brought up that there were only 9 votes at tribal. So I have no hope that they’ll a) have enough free time or b) be knowledgeable enough to get through the challenge. I want off this tribe right now. Put me somewhere else please god.

Colin

WOOO SURVIVED TRIBAL. EVEN WITHOUT A VOTE. i'm so lucky everything works out for me

putting together a majority alliance really put me in a great position, like... my allies can just do all the work for me. they're the only competent ones on the tribe anyway.

I'm really excited to get to do this hero portion of the challenge. Tanner doing it with me is a nonfactor, I'm excited to get to meet two more people of the other tribe and form bonds there for the swap and merge. I'm already thinking late game here.

I don't want the advantage here. I'd much rather take the point and try and win the challenge. I also have leverage in the form of information for Alex and Eman, who are doing the hero portion for Soca. Advantages are great, but sometimes just having information about who has advantages is just as important. I loved meeting with Zee, but at the end of the day, she did steal my vote and two allies are better than one. I'm sure they'd love to know that someone on their tribe has double voting power.

overall my strategy in this game is just to make it to merge and make it to where everyone wants to keep me around for as long as possible.

Jack

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Drea

Day 4: well well well, calypso lost another challenge. shocked? no. disappointed? no. I had a feeling some of our tribe members weren’t going to deliver. Jack and I ATE the song lyric challenge. Our target person for next tribal is Tanner, because quite frankly we’re sick of the deliverance of nothing from him. Is that mean? Yes, sorry but not sorry because how are you going to confidently message me with a chip on your shoulder only when we lose a challenge expecting me to vote with you? Good bye Tanner. I’ll be spinning in my desk chair like you did last tribal. My closest allies are currently jack #1 Raffy coming close for #1 and my group alliance the power rangers.

Colin

WE LOST AGAIN FUCK

Kathryn

We're only on challenge two and it already feels like it's been a wild ride! I can't believe we lost two challenges in a row! щ（ﾟДﾟщ)

Well, actually I kind of can because I'm probably dragging the team. I didn't really understand how to play for the first challenge (I mean, I understood, it just took some time to adjust, time that was wasted), and for the second, it relied on me having strong points in pop culture trivia. I do not have this. I'm sort of old school, and most of the music, movies, and even tv shows I like are from back in day (like way back). I would've been a weak player in all categories ( ಥـْـِـِـِـْಥ).

I'm quite proud of the fact that I got any points, seeing as I only recognized "1" screenshot (I was timestamping screenshots of tv shows), and the rest I had to heavily guesstimate. It was not an easy challenge for me, so I'm glad I tried my hardest and actually pulled in some points for the team! ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

So, at this point I'm pretty sure my biggest enemy is myself. If I can stop tripping over my innate dumbass nature, I think I can turn my play around (into something way more helpful for the team). Everyone's really nice, so I want to help them get as close to winning as possible! (•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑

Raffy

After losing the challenge by a SHOCKING amount (I’m hard side eyeing you Kathryn and Astyn), my alliance wants to go after Tanner this round. They haven’t really been connecting with him and see him as an intense game player person. So they wanna get him out. The other name out there is Kaylee who Tanner threw out for being inactive. I don’t mind either way, but we’ll see how it goes

Tanner

My strongest ally’s are jack and Colin they feel connected to me

Michael

Right now my strongest allies are probably Jack and Raffy, we really haven't had to make a difficult choice yet so we're still kind of coasting. My target is Tanner! And only because he just makes sense for my game. Andrea and Raffy seem to be pretty vocal but idk if they're "threats, threats" you know. So far my strategy is being nice and chill, trying to get people in my corner, so when it's time I can orchestrate a move. Idols ...No clue! Never cared for idols

Jack

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