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won4ver · 1 month

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hii, eires!! so i just saw your prompt list (super comprehensive, i'm in awe) and this idea immediately popped into my head as i was reading through them: their friends find out you’re not as scary as you look + you rub your cheek against their chest

and in my mind, riki starts dating someone but he's always been secretive about her when it came to the other members. they only ever saw her in passing since he doesn't want to hang out with her at the dorms where 6 other (stinky) boys live. and she has a very cool/cold aura about her and a rbf (much like riki 😭) so they worry she's mean or up to no good but in the scenario they stumble upon a cute and fluffy scene where riki and her are all lovey w each other :> and teasing ensues and riki gets all embarrassed and grumpy and she ends up being nice lol. it doesn't have to include all 7 of them, and you can pick any other prompts or ideas!! but that's my suggestion, yea :D

✈︎ the perfect moment

pairing : idol!bf!riki x fem!reader

warnings + genre : slight angst. fluff. teasing. riki gets angry and storms off. height difference.

wc : 2k

a/n : HIII N STOP I LOVE YOUR REQ SM??? i literally loved writing this so much, you’re literally a genius. i hope you like it, and that it lines up with your expectations! this was my first ever request so i’m a bit nervous lol. PLS LMK HOW I DID🫶🫶

“Have you spoken with Riki today?” Jay looked up from his phone at Heeseung’s worried tone, his eyebrows furrowing as he tried recalling a time he talked with their youngest member within the last twenty four hours.

“Uh no, why?” Jay tried not to let his nervousness show, barely stopping his voice from wavering. It wasn’t unusual for Riki to be away from his phone during their days off. If anything, it was expected of him.

Ever since he’d gotten together with you, he’d always spend his free time with you, typically spending the entire time at your apartment.

But what wasn’t usual was him going no contact the entire day. Usually, he’d pop a few messages every couple of hours, informing his members about his plans and his sleeping arrangements.

“He hasn’t responded to anyone’s messages, Jake is getting worried because Riki told him that he’d call around noon and it’s-” Heeseung made a show of turning his lit-up phone screen towards Jay, bold numbers in the top center, “already seven.”

As if to confirm Heeseung’s words, Jake began spamming their group chat, questioning every single member about his whereabouts.

Jay gasped as he remembered his last conversation with Riki, one that took place just as he caught Riki leaving around six in the morning. “He’s with YN. I’m pretty sure they went to her family’s place in Incheon for lunch.”

Heeseung suddenly recalled Riki informing them about his trip a few nights ago, an excited smile on his face as he rambled to his members about how much he’d been looking forward to today.

“Oh” The two boys shared a look, their expressions clearly troubled as they both thought back on the same memory. They didn’t mean to completely dismiss Riki’s excitement. They wanted to be excited for him, but it was hard.

They both remembered the way they all grimaced as they heard your name, their evident disapproval showcased on their faces. It was clear to everyone that they didn’t approve of you, well it was clear to everyone except for Riki up until that moment.

They all watched as his face dropped, confusion filling his eyes as he questioned them about their expression. Heeseung almost wished he could go back in time to stop himself from humiliating you in front of everyone, to stop himself from making his wrongful assumptions in front of your boyfriend.

He could hear his own words loud in his ears as if he said it all over again. “Riki, I don’t think she’s right for you. She’s never once shown any intention to even meet any of us, she just seems stand-offish.”

If that didn’t completely throw your boyfriend off, then his leaders following words definitely did. “She doesn’t seem like a good person to be around, I don’t think I’ve ever actually seen her smile.”

Heeseung saw the way Riki completely hardened at their words, his eyes glaring holes into them as he stood up from his chair. He could feel the way he flinched when Riki’s chair screeched against their dorm floor as he stormed outside, his house shoes still on.

“I feel bad about what happened that day.” Heeseung shook out of his reverie as he glanced over at Jay, his eyes glazed over the same way. “He’s barely said a single word to any of us since then. He literally gave me the cold shoulder yesterday!”

It was clear to everyone in the group how much Riki cherished you. They saw it in the way his entire body perked up at your name. Or in the way they all watched him stay up late making little origami bouquets for you even when he had an early schedule.

It was so easy to dismiss all his acts of love because they’d never seen the two of you in action, only seeing a small glimpse of you as their managers dropped Riki off at your apartment for your weekly sleepovers. Or when they caught sight of you sitting in their company lobby while waiting for your boyfriend, head cladded in black headphones.

They all remembered the way you’d react when you caught them looking, the way you’d avoid their eyes and look down at the floor. Your oversized jeans and graphic hoodies didn’t help with their image of you either, your style matching their youngest perfectly.

Those small peaks were enough for them to form their own opinions of you, enough for their dislike of you to build to the point of spilling in front of your boyfriend.

Jay felt his phone buzzing in his hand, a phone call from Jungwon coming in as his and Heeseung’s conversation paused. “Hello?” Heeseung couldn’t hear what Jungwon was saying over the quiet radio, their manager ignoring their conversation as he sat bobbing his head in the front.

“Okay, Heeseung and I will reach the dorm first, once we get home I’ll try calling Riki again.” As soon as Jay ended the call he was quick to summarize their entire conversation, Heeseung nodding along as he agreed to call Riki as soon as they returned.

Their dorm was completely silent as they unlocked the door, all lights turned off sans for the smallest ray peeking from under Riki’s door.

Both boys’ eyes widened as they saw two pairs of shoes beside the door, a small awe of amazement leaving Heeseung’s mouth as he saw their matching shoes. “Jay, look! They literally have matching dunks.” He bent down to untie his shoes, eyes never leaving the smaller pair.

“Her feet are so small, how tall is she?” Heeseung shrugged in response, their limited knowledge about you showing in their questions.

“Riki told me that she’s five three, she literally barely reaches his bicep.” Both boys jumped in shock as Jake appeared behind them, Sunghoon, Jungwon, and Sunoo following close behind him.

“You actually almost just gave me a heart attack” Sunoo snickered at the two boys before he paused in front of them, just now also noticing the shoes sitting beside the door. “Oh my god?” He gasped, a hand flying over his lips as his eyes sparked. “I think that’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen?”

Jungwon leaned over Jake’s shoulder to see what everyone was staring at, regret coming back in full force as he recalled what he said to Riki.

Everyone settled down on their couch, their outer attire still around their shoulders and they relaxed for a minute. Through the silence in the living room, they were able to hear a small feminine giggle, one followed by a laugh they recognized as Riki’s right away.

Jungwon stood up from his spot, tilting his head towards the door with wide eyes. They all stood frozen in spot as they finally heard the quiet music coming from his room, barely loud enough to hear over your giggles.

All the boys shared a knowing look, deciding this was the moment they’d finally properly meet you. They all stood around Riki’s door, Jake in the front as he gently grabbed the door handle. They all watched with bated breaths as the door opened, releasing it as they saw that neither of you heard it.

All their jaws dropped at the scene in front of them, the pure innocent scene in front of them not only melting their hearts but changing their thoughts on you.

The sight that welcomed them was one straight from a romcom, everything down to the way you looked into each other’s eyes was filled with nothing but love.

You stood in front of Riki, one hand entwined with his with your other wrapped tight around his waist. Your cheek was resting against his chest, chin pointed up as you looked him in the eyes with the brightest smile on your face.

Riki’s smile mirrored yours, hearts barreling out of his eyes as he held you tight against him.

Your feet were on top of his, sock-cladded heels elevated in the air as you stood on your tippy toes. For the first time since they’ve seen you finally ditched your jeans and an oversized sweater, both of you wearing your matching sets of lotte world pyjamas. Riki’s filled with small pictures of Lotty, and yours with Lorry.

Riki quietly hummed along to the music, playfully singing random parts to you.

These moments together were his favourite, the soft ones that were shared between just the two of you. In your private world without the perceptions of others ruining your moment, it was perfect.

Well, it was perfect until Jay accidentally awed out loud, both your heads snapping towards Riki’s ajar door. Riki reacted before you, gently lowering you onto the ground and pushing you against his back, hiding you from the others’ view.

Riki could feel your nervousness, your hands rubbing small shapes into his stomach as you held him tighter. Riki glared at his members as he felt your heart racing against his back, his protectiveness coming out in waves as he broadened his stance to hide you better.

“Is there something wrong?” Sunoo could barely keep his smile down, even with Riki’s glaring eyes he still looked completely harmless.

His long hair was done up in a half-up ponytail, his zigzag headband pushing his bangs out of his face. “You guys are so cute!” Riki raised an eyebrow at him in confusion, eyes losing their sharpness as the members started complimenting the two of you over each other.

“Can you all leave, please? We’re kind of in the middle of something.” At your boyfriend’s surly wording, you gave him a soft nudge to the back. He quietly apologized to his members as they all gaped in amazement, “You got in to apologize with just a tap? We need you around more.” Riki turned red with embarrassment, closing his eyes tight as he focused on your hands around his waist.

You finally peeked out from behind your boyfriend’s back, automatically being met with all six boys staring at you with a soft look, small smiles greeting you as you looked from member to member. Riki felt you wiggling behind him, his protective instincts coming up again.

He turned his back to the members as he held you against his chest, looking down into your eyes for any sort of discomfort. When you nodded at him with a smile he finally stepped to the side, his hand clasped around yours as he pressed his side completely to yours.

Seeing your height difference in person differed completely from just hearing it from Jake. The actual image of the two of you beside each other was one they’d never forget.

“Hey, you’re yn, right?” You nervously nodded your head towards Heeseung after looking into Riki’s eyes for reassurance. Heeseung smiled brightly at your cute acts, a tender affection filling whatever disapproval he held before.

Heeseung walked towards you, ignoring Riki’s warning looks, and reaching his hand out toward you. “I’m Heeseung, Riki’s eldest brother.” You wrapped your smaller hand around his own, your anxiety almost completely washing away at his gentleness.

“It’s nice to meet you. Riki had told me a lot about you.” Riki groaned out loud as you outed him, a soft whine of faux annoyance leaving his lips as he tugged on your entwined hands. “Don’t tell him that! That was supposed to be our secret.” You looked away from Heeseung to look at your boyfriend, a big smile on your lips as you gave him the softest look you could muster.

“I mean it’s fine, you can tell them anything” Riki looked away from you with flushed cheeks, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth as he tried to hide his lovesick smile.

“I didn’t know you could slow dance, Riki.” The room erupted with laughter as your boyfriend groaned. You easily allowed him to disconnect your hands so he could tackle Jake in a headlock, loud “la la la”’s leaving his mouth as they all teased him.

“Riki, dance with me!” Heeseung joined them, acting like he was going to wrap his arms around Riki’s waist. “Baby, help me!” Riki tried calling you for backup, only to let out a sigh of betrayal as you joined their teasing.

Even if your relationship with his members started off rocky, there was nothing any of you would change about this moment. It was completely perfect.

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neteyamsoare · 1 year

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Their Strong Warrior.

༉‧₊˚. Featuring. Tonowari x Ronal x Fem! Tall! Metkayina! Reader.

༉‧₊˚. Request From [🫧 anon]. Hi! It’s 🫧 again :D If your requests are still open, could I maybe ask for a Tonowari/Ronal x reader again? (In case you couldn’t tell, they’re my favorites). I read something somewhere about like, tall Na’vi reader, and I can’t get it out of my head. I can imagine Ronal and Tonowari with this huge beefy Metkayina reader, like tattooed to glory and absolutely terrifying, but is actually the softest person ever. Like yeah, the reader can and has taken on the most terrifying beasts you can think of, but they’re reduced to a little purring puddle if Ronal or Tonowari offers to braid their hair or cuddle with them in their Mauri. I tried to put more detail in this time too :P hope this is okay.

༉‧₊˚. Summary. On the outside, you put a tough wall but behind closed doors, Tonowari and Ronal know the real you.

༉‧₊˚. General Tags. Fluff.

༉‧₊˚. Content Warnings. Brief mention of readers' deceased parents and you have a specific height

༉‧₊˚. Word Count. 673.

༉‧₊˚. Index. Marui — [homes of Na'vi clans like the Metkayina or the Ta'unui], Akula — [a Pandoran ocean animal that roams the reefs of the Eastern Sea].

༉‧₊˚. Notes. This is my first poly fic so go easy with me, it'll become better as I improve my writing. I love you for this request. I swear I was in the car and was thinking of your request and before I knew it, I was writing some notes for part two. Sorry, this took so long. Also sorry this was a bit short but part two is going to be longer!

༉‧₊˚. Extra. Comments, likes, and reblogs are highly appreciated but not pressured. 🤍

༉‧₊˚. Starred Links. Navigation + Masterlist + Prompts + Taglist

You were well known amongst the Metkayina clan for being the strongest, bravest, and most fearless warrior they had ever seen. You worked so hard to get the title and never planned on losing it.

People felt intimidated by you and let’s be honest they had every right to, you were 8’9 and since you were a hunter, you had your tattoos done on your arms which represented the more exposed protective shield of the seawall.

Any dangerous mission there was, you were on it. You took on the most dangerous animals known to man with no fear and especially no doubt you would lose, You always radiated with confidence.

Like today, you returned home from a hunting trip after defeating an akula feeling very proud of yourself.

“Y/n… you were…,” Marek nervously tried to put words together but you just stared at him with a blank face watching him fidget with his fingers and avoid eye contact with you, you went to say something warm-hearted but he simply ran away.

It’s not like you intended to put fear in others to the fact that they were too afraid to talk to you, it was just that after your parents died, you put up walls so people couldn’t see how much you were hurting inside, why let people see the soft side of you when you could be the toughest they have ever seen.

The tough facade didn't work on two people though.

While the people thought you were this tough scary person that was tough to talk to, Tonowari and Ronal saw a different side to you.

You three would be in your shared marui and Tonowari would offer to braid your hair as Ronal would cuddle into you laying her head on your chest as you let out a soft purr, they would say hearing your purr is the music to their ears.

You could deny it all you want but when it comes down to the two, they were the only ones to break down your walls seeing the true you, the soft you.

You hear a familiar chuckle from behind, “I swear you make it so easy,” Tonowari says as he walks up to you.

“Make what so easy?” he lets out another chuckle as he snakes an arm around your waist pulling you closer to him as you look up at him, you were tall but not taller than him.

“I don’t have to scare off potential suitors because you do it for me, can’t have anyone trying to steal you away from us,” you roll your eyes as you fight back a smile threatening to form.

You open your mouth to say something but Ronal interrupts you as she picks up your hand searching for any small or serious injuries that she would have to tend to. You’d argue that she didn’t need to but the amount of time you got hurt during these hunting trips, you learn to deal with it.

She searches your whole body and when she sees that you’re fine, she goes to search Tonowari in which he voluntarily does a 360 spin to put her at ease.

“Nice, no injuries this time, you two are improving,” she says as a slight smile shows on her face and three of you walk to your shared home as Tonowari and you tell her how the trip went, both complementing each other’s skill.

These happy moments were the only way people would see the smile on your face, seeing how the three of you complement each other perfectly, and how you work so well together.

Of course, they saw the arguments that would come up at times but the three of you had it under control, and by the next day, things went back to normal.

But there was a time in the future when an argument was so bad that it caused a rift in your relationship that had people worried if things were going to be okay between the three of you.

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tapesfrom1980 · 2 years

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patience , sean diaz

in which daniel keeps taking y/n’s attention away from sean and he gets salty

pronouns: she/her

sorry this is so long !

growing up, sean and daniel got used to living without their mom. of course, a small part of them still missed her despite her leaving them and starting a new family.

esteban fulfilled both roles for the boys, and they felt lucky to be able to have him as their father.

but sometimes, even as little kids, there was always a small part that wished they had their mom like every other kid at school.

when sean met y/n, it felt like she kind of made that feeling go away. she had a natural mother instinct and was always protective. when she and sean started dating, daniel saw her as his second mom in a way.

"daniel, clean up your mess. y/n is coming over and i don't need her tripping all over your shit." sean rolled his eyes. daniel couldn't even be offended because of how excited he was that y/n was coming.

"i'm only doing it for y/n, not for you." the small boy said cockily as he picked up his crayons and papers. sean simply rolled his eyes while scrolling through his phone.

"hey diaz." y/n opened the door with a big smile. esteban loved and trusted her enough that he let her have a spare key. he was glad sean had someone like her in his life. he could tell she was a good person.

"hi mi amor." sean smiled shyly as he walked over to give her a quick peck.

"y/n!" daniel ran from his room to give y/n a hug.

"my favorite diaz brother! i missed you so much!" y/n laughed as she kneeled down so daniel could give her a big proper bear hug. sean wanted to say a petty remark to that but he was in a nice mood so he didn't. at least not right now.

"what are we gonna do today?" daniel yelled into y/n's ear as he hugged her neck tightly with his eyes closed.

"let's ask your big brother danny. what do you have planned for us for tonight my beautiful boyfriend?" y/n grinned as she got up, daniel still at her side.

"well, i was gonna say me and y/n were gonna watch a movie. alone." he emphasized as he pulled y/n into his side lovingly.

"what about me?" daniel pouted, his smile fading.

"how about this, after me and sean finish the movie we can watch whatever movie you want and we'll eat your favorite snacks." y/n suggested.

sean already wanted to say no but he knew he couldn't change y/n's mind.

"okay! i have to finish my project anyway." daniel grinned. "you're the best y/n!" daniel yelled out as he ran to his room, shutting the door.

"he's stealing your attention from me." sean jokingly complained.

"aww don't worry seanie, you'll always be my number one baby." y/n teased as she pecked his cheek.

"yeah, yeah." sean waved her away despite his rosy cheeks, making y/n smile.

"i thought i heard you come in y/n." esteban smiled as he came in.

"hi mr d, how's the car going?"

"good actually, i just hope sean here doesn't wreck it a week after i finish it for him."

"oh come on, i am not." sean remarked with an offended tone.

"don't worry, i'll be in the passenger seat to make sure he doesn't crash it before we get out of the driveway." y/n teased.

"okay i think that's enough." sean rolled his eyes at his girlfriend.

"okay okay, i just wanted to say hi to y/n before i went back to being enslaved to that car. your poor old man is getting too old for this you know." he joked as he grabbed a glass of lemonade.

"i'm sure one of these days sean would be more than happy to help you mr diaz." y/n gave sean an accusing finger wave in his face.

"yeah, yeah."

"sure hope so. and again, y/n, call me esteban. mr diaz makes me feel like a grandpa."

"right, sorry esteban." y/n smiled shyly. he waved her off with a smile.

"i won't bother you guys, just do me a favor and keep an eye on daniel and that he doesn't burn down anything else."

"always papito." sean laughed.

"love you, have fun. but not too much fun please."

"okay dad i got it." sean looked away embarrassed.

"come on loverboy, let's go watch that movie before daniel changes his mind."

"yes please."

y/n and sean spent the next 2 hours and a half watching the movie they had settled on. they were warmly cuddled up together in a big fuzzy blanket and a bowl of popcorn and sprite cans.

of course, daniel had been barging in here and there but for the most part he kept his word and waited till they finished their movie.

"i can't wait to get more private time like this with you in the future." sean spoke. y/n frowned, knowing what he meant.

"we can always have our own little private moments like this mi vida, you're not gonna live with your brother and your dad forever, cherish these moments now before it's too late." y/n said as she played with his hair soothingly.

"yeah i know. i just wish i could have you all to myself more often." y/n smiled and looked away shyly.

"you'll always have me to yourself, i wouldn't want anyone else's attention." she reassured.

"but daniel is your brother, and he's 9. be a little less harsh on him my love." she kissed his head.

"yeah i guess so, i'll try."

"thank you." she squeezed his torso.

"I FINISHED, CAN WE WATCH MY MOVIE NOW?" daniel came running in excitedly. sean had to physically contain his sigh. he promised himself he'd keep his word and have more patience with his little brother like he had told y/n.

"of course baby, what movie do you wanna watch?" y/n smiled warmly at daniel.

"secret life of pets!"

"oh come on enano. we've watched that a million times already." sean groaned.

"hey, y/n said that I could pick the movie now." daniel said smugly. "right, y/n?"

"oh yeah for sure, secret life of pets it is captain diaz." y/n tried to hold in her laugh at sean's expression.

"great! i'll go make us more popcorn." daniel said excitedly. "for me and y/n by the way, sean. you don't deserve more popcorn because you're mean."

y/n covered her mouth as she giggled at the two boys.

"jokes on you assface, i'm already full."

"sean!"

"i'm gonna tell dad that you called me that." daniel huffed.

"okay tattletale."

"sean eduardo diaz. apologize to daniel and help him with the popcorn right now." y/n crossed her arms.

"why do I have to apologize? he's the one hogging the popcorn." sean crossed his arms too.

"you're the older one here sean, you don't call 9 year olds assfaces." she looked at him with a glare.

"fine, i'm sorry for calling you an assface enano." sean apologized, standing up to go help daniel with the popcorn.

"apology accepted." daniel smiled smugly at his brother.

"move over, you're too short to reach the shelf where the popcorns in."

"am not!"

"are too."

"y/n!"

the girl looked at the two boys with a cheesy smile. they were her world and she was glad that by meeting sean she didn't just gain a boyfriend, but a new second family.

BONUS: BLOOD BROTHERS ENDING

PUERTO LOBOS , MEXICO

"danny, pass me 4 eggs please." y/n looked at now 15 year old daniel who was sitting on the counter watching her cook.

"of course." he opened the fridge and scanned around for the carton of eggs. he turned his head to the left and noticed now 23 years old sean backing up with his hands raised.

quietly, he closes the fridge and signed y/n to stay quiet. y/n looked at him in confusion till she also noticed sean.

in less than 2 minutes, daniel had scared off the gang members away with his powers. y/n didn't like when daniel used his powers for more violent stuff, but at times like that she understood.

"you guys okay? they didn't touch you at all?" y/n asked as she examined their faces. she held onto sean's face as she looked everywhere for a possible bruise or scratch.

"it's fine y/n, you know i have my little brother here to protect me." sean smiled proudly at daniel. daniel rolled his eyes at him but still smiled cheekily.

"okay, i just don't like when you use your powers like that." y/n frowned as she grabbed daniels face too checking for anything. daniel chuckled and shook his head.

"i know y/n i'm sorry, but i promise i only use them when it's necessary." he reassured. he was happy that he and sean were lucky enough to have her with them. extremely lucky. he saw her as his mom by that point.

"alright, go wash your hands please. you two are gonna help me finish dinner." she said, pecking both of their cheeks as they groaned. they were terrible cooks, the boys were just lucky y/n was the only one who was actually willing to learn more about cooking for the sake of all three of them.

"love you boys."

"love you too y/n."

#tapesfrom1980 #life is strange #life is strange 2 #sean diaz #daniel diaz #esteban diaz #mexico #wolf brothers #diaz boys #sean diaz x reader

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spydergaz · 11 days

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౨ৎ⋆.˚𖦹 and when the crowd becomes your burden …

word count: 686

cw: depression, anxiety, a general sense of hopelessness, peter is going through it, hint at suicidal thoughts (peter), the reader has no set gender, talk of blood and slight gore.

a/n: you and peter are friends! and this takes place after no way home. ignore grammar i just wanted to write today 😭

peters never been one to ask for help, not after what he did.

he’s the idiot who lost his family, his friends, his girlfriend… everything. he’s never been alone, and trying to reconnect with people who can barely remember you exist is so damn hard.

college hasn’t been easy either, it’s this depressing cycle. wake up, go to classes, go to bed, and that’s if he decides he wants to wake up that day.

then came you.

you didn’t know who he was as much as everyone else but the two of you got paired for a project together, you took a liking to him and he did to you… then per usual, he fucked it up.

you saw him in his spider suit. you were bringing him some food since he didn’t even show up to class. he worried you, you’d never tell him but you thought the man was suicidal, and maybe he is.

but now you know he’s spider-man, the one thing he tried to avoid like the plague. the tension is thick like a smog, he rushes into the room and slams the window behind him once his feet hit the carpeted floor of his dorm.

“peter?” your worried voice hits his ears like a freight train. the way you drop the food and rush over to him, the way your eyes widen at his bruised and cut body and face.

he grabs your wrists in reflex, like you’re a threat. so you back away and give him a second to collect himself. his breathing is labored and fast as he looks into your eyes, the eyes that he knew.

the way you ask, “are you spider-man?” like it’s news, like it’s never been said. he almost wants to vomit, really go through with that note he planned on writing.

you used to know. you helped him design the damn suit. but now you don’t even know him, don’t know his favorite foods, his colors. he sobs and hugs you, his body trembling as he grabs onto you like a lifeline.

“why can’t you- fuck i ruined everything…”

“peter, you didn’t-“

“this is my fault…!”

his sobs continue to dampen your shirt, well it’s actually his. you never could pinpoint where you got your ‘i survived my trip to nyc’ shirt from but you never questioned it.

but god, it tore him apart. hearing you introduce yourself like you weren’t in venice with him, like you never sobbed into his shirt when you had to forget him forever.

you continue to hug him until the both of you are sitting on the floor together, his sobs now tiny hiccups that sound so damn familiar. you rub his back and smile at him when he raises his head to look at you. “yeah i’m- i’m spider-man…” he confirms and you quietly nod.

his suit is beat up and so is he, so you help him out of the suit and let him take a shower and freshen up.

you give him some pajamas, some water and food, a small kiss to his temple.

you tackle his wounds with the small medkit you have in your room.

you grab the suture needle and carefully pierce it through his skin. hes oddly quiet, like he’s done this before. “you’re awfully calm,” “i did this to myself on a moving train one time.” your eyes widen as his widen. you laugh, “you what?! no way.” he laughs a bit. “i did, got hit by that same train.” your eyes widen even more. “you got hit by a train before?!”

he nods, seemingly talking without thinking. “yeah in venice.” he looks over at you, like he’s hoping for an answer. “yeah i went to venice once, seems you were there too being as your spider-man.” his smile fades a bit. “that big holographic fight with mysterio.” you mention absentmindedly, he goes dead silent as you finish the stitches.

how do you know it was holograms? nobody is supposed to know that… unless you remember it.

“you okay?” you smile at him and he just quietly nods with a smile.

“just thinking.”

#marvel mcu #spydergaz... writes!!#mcu peter parker #spider man #I LOVE YOU PETER PARKER 😭😭

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evil-ontheinside · 1 year

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Happy Birth to Mike! and a tiny (almost 2k) ficlet to celebrate :D

The apartment was darker and colder than usual. Or at least it felt like it at the moment: Mike sitting at his tiny kitchen table, barely big enough to fit two plates, and one single ray of sunshine reflecting on the picture frame placed on a table near the front door.

The picture was one of the Party, taken one day after graduation in the Byers’ new home in Hawkins.

Mike stared at it for a long moment, not even able to make out the faces from the distance but knowing exactly what it looked like anyway. He liked to look at it whenever he left the house or came back home. It was nice to know that the five most important people in his life were only a phone call away.

The phone had rung a total of three times today, which was more and less than Mike expected at the same time.

Joyce’s call just before she had been off to work in the morning had been a nice surprise. Even Hopper’s grumbling in the background, most likely still half asleep and craving his coffee, had only made Mike smile and then laugh when Joyce joked about Hopper loving his morning coffee more than her.

Nancy calling was always fifty/fifty. There had been last year when she had been drowned in paperwork the entire week and only remembered a month later that she completely missed the date. She had come to visit him as an apology, even though Mike had told her it was fine. This time she called, as usual during entirely unpredictable times like four in the morning, while being incredibly hurried and letting him know that there will be mail coming sometime this week, let’s hope they don’t lose it again.

His mother had called sometime around lunch when Mike had been at work. She left a nice message on the answering machine, hoping he has a wonderful day and telling him about her women’s club meeting in the afternoon and who knows how long it will take this time, Dorothy knows how to talk the whole night if she wants to which was a subtle way of telling him that he won’t catch her if he called back. He did anyway and got Holly on the phone. She had been all too excited to talk to him, and he made a mental note to call more often if only to hear all about the newest elementary school gossip.

It seemed that his mother had kept her promise of not giving his number to any other relatives that might attack his phone line and would expect him to act polite while they talked about their problems and made underhanded jabs at him when they forgot that they were talking to him and not his mother. Not even good old Loren managed to get through, notorious for stealing at least two hours of your precious time and calling every five minutes until you picked up because she forgot to tell you about my neighbor’s dog, Henry, do you remember Henry?

Five other calls had arrived sporadically throughout the last month, all disappointing to various degrees but all equally dampening his mood.

The first had been Max. Since Mike couldn’t come to Hawkins like he had done the previous two years and her mother had just suffered a minor health scare, she wouldn’t be able to make the trip. Mike told her it was fine and that he hoped her mom was going to make a quick recovery and used the opportunity to open a bottle of wine a few hours after their call.

Lucas had been next, quite predictably, because he had decided to be the amazing person that he is, and went home to see his parents to subtly support Max and her mother. He wasn’t subtle at all but Mike was sure Lucas was well aware of the fact without his input.

Dustin had followed only a few days after Lucas, talking about this big project his favorite teacher had offered him and how it was an opportunity he couldn’t miss. Mike told him that he understood and wished him good luck which Dustin won't need anyway.

El hadn’t quite mentioned a reason when she called, only that she was really sorry and would try to make up for it the next time they saw each other. Then she wished him a good time with Will and hung up before Mike could ask any questions.

Will had told him last week even though Mike visited him for his birthday two weeks ago. Apparently, some big art project would keep him in New York for the near future. When he talked about it, Mike had been so proud of him because it sounded like a really big deal and Will had sounded nervous about it, like he usually got about his art. Mike would have felt awful to even consider asking him to come anyway, even though Will asked and made it quite clear that he would drop everything, you just have to say a word, Mike. Promise you’re not just saying it? Are you sure? Ok, I still really wish I could come. See you as soon as possible.

Mike’s eyes wandered from the framed picture back toward the table and the bowl of cereal in front of him. At this point, it was soggy and looked entirely unappetizing. Somehow, cereal only tasted good in the morning. It was too sweet and slimy any other time of day, especially if the cereal-milk ratio was completely out of order because of Mike’s embarrassingly empty fridge and pantry. One would think that with a grocery store just around the corner, having a decently stocked fridge wouldn’t be that hard.

Breakfast for dinner, Mike thought to himself and chuckled at his own dumb joke. I’m pretty sure cereal usually doesn’t count as breakfast for dinner, Mike. Probably not. The thought still looped around in his head for a full minute.

In the end, Mike didn’t eat the cereal. It looked more like soup at this point anyway.

Mike had just put the freshly rinsed bowl back into the cupboard when a knock on his door made him startle bad enough that he almost threw the spoon out of the window. Which would have been less than ideal because Mike only had five spoons to begin with (don’t ask what happened to the other five; and if you do, ask Dustin) and three of them were weirdly bent out of shape.

More knocking sounded throughout the quiet apartment while Mike carefully placed the piece of cutlery onto the counter and turned toward the door. If someone knocked, it usually was one of his neighbors. Which meant it was either someone asking for eggs or flour or something of the sort, which Mike didn't even have (see exhibit a: the saddest birthday dinner known to man), or Mr. Baggins from the second floor who, despite his very awesome last name, was mostly annoying and looking for a strong young man to help me with this box I just got in the mail. I don’t even remember what I bought, ha!

Mike could live without another two-hour endeavor and endless chatting but judging by the third round of knocks it would be something he won’t be able to escape tonight.

With a sigh entirely too dramatic but warranted---because Mike already had a really exhausting day at work with lots of customers that all had something to complain about and children with extra wishes ranging from no tomatoes please to demanding he went and bought a specific brand of bottled water for them just because they didn't like the taste of anything else. Frankly, Mike thought he didn't get paid enough for this, and since all his coworkers agreed with him, he must be right---he made his way over to the door and opened it without much hesitation to just get it over with.

Instead of Mr. Baggins, who really didn’t deserve his name, Mike was greeted by five familiar faces, grinning expressions, and an assortment of snacks and drinks distributed more or less equally between all of them.

For a second, nothing happened. It was almost as if the rest of the Party didn’t expect him to open the door so soon or at all and Mike wasn’t sure what to do with the unexpected company when he had planned on accompanying a better Mr. Baggins on his quest and going to bed early.

Before Mike could question anything, his arms were full of El who squeezed the air out of his lungs, pressed a kiss against his cheek, and wished him an enthusiastic happy birthday while expertly pushing him back into his apartment and clearing the doorway for the others. There surely was an explanation why she only carried a single package of potato chips that he would be sure to hear within the next few hours.

Dustin, with his arms full enough that Mike wondered how he hadn’t left a trail of snacks in the hallway, bumped their shoulders together and echoed El’s words before following her and dumping the food onto the couch.

Lucas was sensible enough to transfer his charge onto one arm to give Mike one side hug and ruffle his hair while he was at it. Mike finally gained enough brain cells to splutter and bat his hand away, which only made Lucas laugh before he joined the other two who already managed to start bickering about the best way to arrange the snacks.

Max, cane in hand and backpack on her back, made a show out of hitting him with her cane a few times before pulling him into a tight hug. She grinned at him, told him that he was way too naïve sometimes but not to worry, they would only tease him about it for the rest of his life.

Last was Will, looking a little sheepish but highly amused while he closed the door behind him and kicked off his shoes at the entrance. He put his backpack down and pulled Mike into a hug without pausing or explaining anything.

Mike wrapped his own arms around Will, breathing in the familiar scent of his shampoo and relaxing with the boyfriend-shaped human in his arms. The confusion from earlier and disappointment of the last month gave way to a quiet calm that always accompanied Will’s comforting presence. With the Party chattering in the background, Mike couldn’t have imagined any other place he would rather be than right here in Will’s arms.

“You didn’t think we would leave you all alone on your birthday, right?” Will’s voice was muffled because his face was buried into Mike’s sweater and Mike thought it was the best sound in the world because it meant that Will was close and here and not all the way in New York.

“You were very convincing,” Mike mumbled, tightening his hold on Will and pulling him even closer. Will did the same, one hand resting at the back of Mike’s head and the other rubbing circles into his back as if he could sense the stinging in Mike’s eyes.

“Will! Stop hogging the birthday boy!” Dustin’s voice was way too loud for the thin walls of Mike’s apartment but he chuckled anyway. They pulled away and Will pressed a firm kiss to Mike’s lips.

“Happy Birthday, Mike. Love you.”

“I love you, too.”

#yay! I managed to do something after all!#I was already pretty sure I wouldn't write anything for Mike's birthday :(#but I did!#this whole idea came to me bc I was planning on eating cereal for dinner tonight #(I didn't but I also think my cereal is a little different from typical American cereal so it wouldn't have been as sad as Mike's anyway)#but then I had the breakfast for dinner phrase stuck in my head so yeah. this happened #anyway happy birthday to Mike! he's my favorite and deserves a nice birthday even through I only wrote the sadder part of it oops #also Holly crumbs! she's always in my fics somehow #also my brain had some problems with english today which might explain anything weird you might come across in this #byler #stranger things #mike wheeler #writing #byler fanfic

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first-and-last-neocount · 1 year

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Thank you @coldestcaress for the tag!

Relationship status: ...it's complicated? But actually though. XD He's very cute and very shy, I asked him out and he wants to hang out as friends for now and see how it goes... We're kind of inhabiting a nebulous grey area now, but it's fine, I love spending time with him either way so I'm just rolling with it lol.

Favorite color: purple and blue. To the surprise of no one who's looked at my blog. Purple wins by a veeeery slim margin if I'm forced to pick.

Three favorite foods: pepperoni pizza, chicken quesadillas, and Nanaimo bars (desserts are food, don't @ me XD)

Song stuck in my head: Song Of Fire by Nickelback

Dream trip: I want so, so badly to see Petra in person. I've been fascinated with it since I was a kid, and I really hope that someday I'm able to afford a trip to Jordan to actually stand in front of Al-Khazneh.

Time: 11:07

Anything I really want rn: $500k. Nothing else. Pretty much everything wrong with my life would be fixed by that one lump sum, because all of my problems (other than, y'know, trauma) are direct results of me and my mom trying and failing to climb our way out of the financial hole someone else dug us into.

Last song: Silent Majority by Nickelback (can you tell I have been listening to Feed The Machine on a loop all morning? ROFL)

Last movie: went to a retro supper club that has a dine-in theatre with the Not-Boyfriend and saw Labyrinth two weeks ago. It was my... seventh? time seeing it, but his first, so I got to watch his reactions to that fabulous film in real time. :D

Currently watching: The Dragon Prince (I haven't forgotten, I've just been busy, lol) and Golden Kamuy (I know it's been like five months Potato but I swear I'm still going to pick it up again, I haven't abandoned it I've just been very distracted XD)

Currently reading: The Subtle Knife (starting it today on my lunch break in fact), Caliban's War (god The Expanse is so goooood), and since I finished my last non-fiction read last week I'll also be starting something in that category (considering They Fight Like Soldiers, They Die Like Children, even though reading Shake Hands With The Devil fucked me up for weeks, because I'm a glutton for punishment).

Currently craving: well, now that I've mentioned them, a Nanaimo bar!

Tagging @theobscurepotato @straysinfiltrator @peregrinealpha and anyone else who feels like jumping in!

#ask and ye shall recieve #the neocount rambles

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osp-originals · 1 year

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Requests??? Okay, but like actually prompt/suggestion (if you'd like one):

Someone's sick with something and they wake up with a headache. They tell their friends to try to cancel out on a plan citing that they're 'tired and not feeling the best', but their friends are like "I'm sure you're fine" and "You can sleep in the car," etc. Cause they've been planning whatever trip for months.

Then the sick person is like "💪 Yeah! I can definitely do this!" So they get up and don't actually tell their friends that they actually feel horrible and sick. At wherever they went, after a bit the sick person is like "oh, maybe I can't do this" then decide to tough it out anyways.

Then they end up passing out because their headache turned into a migraine and uh oh pain dizzy. Then just to add insult to injury, their friends don't understand that it's a *migraine* at first. When they wake up to the bright lights of one of them checking for a concussion or something, they end up getting sick from the pain.

That was way more then I actually planned on writing, but I like my stupid descriptors. Also your writing is so fun and cool :D

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Omg thank you! I’m using my new film crew characters for this bc I put it off so long lol

TW: fainting and emeto, of course

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Lucas woke up with a banging headache. He also felt tired and a bit off in a way he couldn’t place. He figured out he was probably sick.

And to make this all the more inconvenient, Lucas knew he always gets dizzy or lightheaded in response to severe or prolonged pain. It had always happened since he hit puberty, and there was basically nothing he could do about it except try to mitigate the pain. It hadn’t kicked in yet, but he would have to keep it in mind.

Today was not a great day for that (not that any day is). Today was the first day of shooting for Penelope’s short film. He really couldn’t miss that.

Still, he didn’t want to expose his friends to any illness if they didn’t want to risk it. He laid in bed for a minute, trying to decide what to do, and eventually decided to call Penelope.

“Hey, Luke!” she answered almost immediately. “Are you on your way over?”

“No, I-“ he stuttered, confused.

He propped himself up in bed and looked at his clock.

9:30 already?

“I actually just woke up,” he admitted.

“What!?”

“I must have forgotten to set an alarm. Anyway, I’ve got a bit of a headache and I think I might be sick.”

“Oh, no,” she replied. “Are you still up for the shoot?”

“Oh, I thought you wouldn’t want me to come.”

“Well, I want you on camera. If you’re really not feeling good I’m sure me or Armando could do it, but I’d like to have you.”

“Alright, then yeah. I’ll just grab breakfast. I’ll probably be ready in about 30 minutes.”

“Okay, nice! See you there. And make sure to take care of yourself. I don’t want to have to bug you about that all day.”

“I will, I will. See you soon!”

“Text me when you’re on your way.”

“Alright.”

Lucas hung up the call.

He popped an ibuprofen, ate some cereal and brushed his teeth as quickly as he could, then headed out the door.

•••

“Hi Luke!” said Regan when they saw him.

“Hey,” he said to everyone with a wave.

“There you are!” Armando called out. “Of course you get here after we’re done setting everything up.”

Lucas gave a half-hearted chuckle. He knew he was joking because Lucas was usually one of the first people to arrive on set, second only to Armando and sometimes Penelope.

Regan and Jessica were in front of the camera and Armando was behind it, getting them into focus. Magnus was having his makeup done by Vio. Raj was holding the boom mic. Thomas was wandering around aimlessly. Penelope was watching the pop-up screen connected to the camera to see what Armando’s shot looked like.

“Have you started shooting yet?” Lucas asked Penelope.

“No, but we’re ready to,” she answered.

“Alright, let’s get going then!”

•••

Lucas had hoped that his duties as camera operator and director of photography would keep his mind off of how he felt, but they didn’t. He had to constantly fight to stay focused on the camera.

Armando was the AD, as usual, because telling people to pick up the pace came naturally to him. He was doing a fine job, but Lucas was making his job difficult. Armando kept having to tell Lucas to focus and listen.

Vio noticed Lucas’ slightly paler than normal complexion, frequent rubbing of his nose bridge and temples and lack of focus and energy early on. They were always observant about that sort of thing. They started asking him if he was okay every once in a while and making sure he drank water.

As time went on, Lucas’s headache grew worse. He asked Penelope for painkillers, but she didn’t have any. She told him to drink water. He did, and it didn’t seem to make any difference.

He started noticing how dizzy he was right around lunch time. Fortunately it was well-timed, because he could sit down while he ate a slice of the pizza they got delivered. He hoped that nutrition would help with his lightheadedness. He felt a bit better after sitting for a while, but alas, they had to continue shooting.

He did his best to get good shots and keep up the pace, but he kept feeling worse and worse. The greasy pizza became heavy in his stomach and he felt it churning around every time he moved. The dizziness kept getting stronger as well.

During a take, a wave of dizziness and lightheadedness hit him so hard he was sure he would pass out if he didn’t do anything about it. He couldn’t let that happen. If he passed out, he would drop the camera.

He squatted down and set the camera gently on the tile floor. He heard a couple of confused voices around him, probably Armando’s and Vio’s, but he couldn’t tell what they were saying. They sounded muffled and distorted.

He leaned his head down, breathed deeply and covered his eyes, blocking out the light.

He felt a hand on his back, then another one. The voices sounded worried and like they were asking questions. He wished he could answer them.

“I’m sorry, I just got really dizzy for a second,” Lucas explained.

He wondered if that even came out coherently.

Someone lifted his chin and took his hands away from his eyes. He tried to open his eyes to see who it was, but the light was just too bright. The dizziness only got worse. He started to feel weak.

The next thing he knew, he woke up laying on the floor.

As he regained consciousness, a bright light shone directly into his face. It felt like the light was stabbing through his eyeballs and into his brain.

The pain made everything spin and his stomach throw itself around before he could even react.

He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to block the light with his hand, but his arms were too weak to lift.

“Oh, god!” he exclaimed.

Muffled voices chattered around him again. The light shut off, but the stabbing pain lingered. His stomach couldn’t take it.

“I’m gonna puke, I’m gonna puke, I’m gonna puke,” he repeated urgently.

Someone rolled him over onto his left side just in time for his abs to clench, forcing greasy pizza mush mixed with stomach acid out onto the floor.

He groaned and finally opened his eyes. Luckily, now, people were standing over him, blocking the overhead lights.

“Was that it or are you going to puke again?” Vio asked, holding a trash can.

“I don’t know,” Lucas breathed heavily.

“Do you think you can sit up?” they asked him.

“No,” he said frankly.

“Oh. Should we- should we call an ambulance?” Vio said to Penelope.

“No, don’t,” Lucas objected.

“Are you sure? Passing out and then throwing up is really bad,” Vio opined.

“Yeah. I just have a really bad headache,” he said.

“Oh, could it be a migraine?” Penelope asked.

“It probably is,” he told her.

“That explains it,” she said.

“Really?” Vio questioned. “I know people throw up from migraines, but they don’t usually pass out.”

“Lucas always gets dizzy when he’s in, like, a lot of pain,” Penelope explained. “I’ve seen him pass out from it before, when he broke his butt.”

“What?” Vio questioned.

“He broke his ass bone and then passed out,” Armando said. “It was hilarious.”

“Yeah, it was pretty funny,” Lucas said with a chuckle.

“Oh, okay then,” Vio said. “You’ll have to tell me that story later. But for now, are you feeling any better?”

“Yeah. I’ll be fine,” he assured them, propping himself up on his elbow. “I’ll just take a break.”

“Of course,” Penelope said. “Armando, you can do camera. I’m sorry for even asking you to come in today, Lucas.”

“It’s okay,” he told her. “I’m sorry. I should’ve known.”

“It’s okay. You go take a break,” said Penelope, gesturing toward a bench down the hall. “We need to keep shooting.”

“Alright.”

Lucas slowly and carefully stood up. Vio steadied him with their hand on his shoulder, even though when standing, he was much taller than them.

He walked down the hallway, stumbling a few times. He was glad Vio was there to catch him.

They reached the bench and he sat down, then leaned his head down and covered his eyes like he did before.

He heard a sound that was undoubtedly a trash can being placed in front of him, then someone sitting down next to him on the bench.

“Thanks,” he said.

“No problem,” said Vio.

Vio stayed with him as much as they could. They would occasionally get called over to help fix a costume or answer a question about the production design, but they were by Lucas’ side for most of the time.

Eventually the migraine subsided and Lucas drove himself home.

#osp originals #my writing #original writing #oc #emeto #oc sickfic #migraine #fainting #syncope #pain #osp Lucas #osp Vio #osp film club #osp Penelope #osp Armando #Vio is a self insert fr lol

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❤️ best friend 🐎 (PART 1 1/2)

A galloper and reader fanfic!

Happy Halloween!!! Been holding onto this fic for a while bcs I wanted to release it on Halloween!!! :D happy Halloween everyone! Hope you enjoy this silly fic!! Anyways 😳 time to get spooky with the bestie!!

Today is October 31st you’re excited today is not only Halloween but the day your best friend returns. You have been best friends with Galloper Thompson for a long time you first met him in Goldenhills. You were terrified when you first saw him one of his hands in a closed fist and the other held the reins. he chased you all the way into the village and when you went back the next Halloween, he chased you again his hand was closed that year as well and he held no torch as he usually does in all the stories you heard. You went back again a third time terrified, but you risked it all for the amazing candy the village always gave. everything went well for you until night hit you were counting how much candy you got and how many treats were given for your horse. Distracted you did not hear the sound of hooves hitting ground and ghostly neighing. By the time you realized what was coming it was too late you told your horse to run away and you ran in a different direction. Galloper followed you and you were glad he did. your horse got away and you ran as fast as you could to Jasper’s farm. You were so close, but you tripped over a tree root you fell, and you tried to get up, but your ankle hurt a lot. You managed to stand for only a few seconds and when you tried to take a step you stumbled falling onto your knees. You looked behind you Galloper was close you burst into tears you accepted your fate you closed your eyes covering your face with your hands. Five seconds passed then ten…were you dead now? You opened your eyes freaking out when all you saw was black but then you remembered you covered your face with your hands. You slowly removed them sobbing when you saw Galloper off his horse standing right in front of you. You thought he was going to kill you and when he walked forward you sobbed again terrified. Then he knelt in front of you, and he held his hand out you shook terrified, but your sobbing stopped when he opened his hand. You finally found out what he held in his fist…a flower. He held a very dead and very dry flower in his hand he slowly moved his hand forward not wanting to scare you further he was careful with his movements. You wiped your tears away taking the flower gently from his hand and you smiled nervously letting out a shaky “thank you.” He slowly brought both his hands up keeping them at chest height and he signed something out to you, but you did not know sign language. You shook your head “I don’t understand you I’m sorry” could he hear you? His horse moved forward watching you her eyes glowing she neighed at you she was his eyes but not his ears. You tried to explain to him you could not understand sign language, but it did not work so you looked around. You found a flower you plucked it from the ground, and you held it out for him he took it then you had an idea. You held your hands up at the same height he held them, and you made a heart with your hands smiling at him. He was still for a few seconds before he copied you making a heart with his hands. Ever since then you have been good friends you learnt sign language working hard to learn it so that you could talk with him next Halloween. That Halloween Galloper was overjoyed when you signed ‘hello, how are you?’ to him and he showed how much it meant to him by making a heart with his hands. Now that you could understand him, he told you his story he told you about Morrigan how she helped him see how he met her and how he spoke with her, and she spoke with him. He also told you how lonely him and Morrigan were how he just wanted a friend and he apologized for how he chased you for three Halloweens. You told him it was alright and that yes you were scared shitless, but you didn’t mind it anymore since you gained a good friend. Now this Halloween you waited for him in the forest in Goldenhills your horse impatiently waited for Morrigan letting out neighs they too were excited to see their friend after a long time. When fog covered the forest, you got off your horse you waited a bit and soon you saw green lights and fire your friend was finally here

#ssoblr #sso #star stable online #sharkpupsblogwrites!‼️🗣#galloperthompsonsso #galloperthompsonfanfic #morrigansso #ssofanfic #lookingforssomoots💔

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justanotherstory · 1 year

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Bollywood Blog!!?

I'm sure you must have heard the famous dialogue by SRK , “Haar ke jeetne wale ko baazigar kehte hai, baazigar ”. Well, I have lived that moment .

Well, I am one of those who go to school every day but attend only 70-80% of classes. No, I don't bunk or get punished for standing outside, but I am always involved in one or the other activity/competition. This is the story of such competitions only.

Okay, so during this session I took part in a debate competition which I 've already said that I won, so this is not about that. This story is about another competition i.e. Declamation Competition where we had to give a speech(I don't know why they give such fancy names to a speech recital competition).

Straight up to the story, D-DAY of Declamation Competition . As soon as I reached school that day, I went to my teacher who was mentoring me after reaching school and started giving up my speech, but I stammered once or twice and then when I gave the speech again she pointed out my 'pronunciation', which made me kinda nervous (FYI, we only had 2days to prepare for the competition). I went to the auditorium (competition location) and the participants were sitting with the audience. I was the third to go up the stage, so I constantly kept revising my speech again and again and again.

And finally it was my turn, I went onto the stage and started giving up my speech, and a few moments later I completely blanked out!! Like seriously, I guess if someone asked me my name at that moment, then I wouldn't even be able to answer that. I started over again but still blanked out . So I tried making up stuff. Whatever came to my mind, I just spoke it out loud and there was this line which I said that day which I guess became one of the highlights because everyone knew I was just throwing up random stuff and that line gave me a good laugh from the audience and applauds too. The line was , and I quote,“You know why I am not able to give my speech today because yesterday, instead of learning my speech, I was scrolling through social media and that's the problem of our generation .” Although the only thing I have been doing for the past 2 days was cramming up that stuff.

That day when I got off the stage, I felt so downcast and let down that I can't even describe. It wasn't like that I haven't had any bad stage experiences.Once I tripped on the stage and even forgot the steps while I was in the front position of a dance performance, but this time the feeling was worse.

The judges and other teachers did praise me that day for my spontaneity and courage and that I didn't get off the stage (I guess that's what teachers do)and that's another thing I have learnt from my past experiences, that never lose hope and give your best.

Anyways, after the competition, I went back to my class where one of my teachers who were mentoring me for the competition was teaching. She saw me and guessed the story or maybe my fellow classmate who was a part of the competition, who had already reached the classroom with a medal, told her the story . I told her my part of the story and she even grew angry at me for my negligence and scolded me and I was literally about to just burst out with my emotions, but I went back to my seat and tried to calm myself up. That day I even wrote a poem which, when read by my friends, became quite popular .

That day I learnt that sometimes we don't always need to put in that extra effort and get stressed, but rather take it easy. We don't always have to try to be the best and things don't always go as planned, so we must be wise enough to change the plan anytime!!

Well for this blog I think the poem I wrote that day is more appropriate that a mere poster .

So here's the poem titled, PHRASES:-

But wait, what's the “Baazigar thing ” in all this ? So I just realised that this story is already pretty elaborated, so instead of adding more to it, I will write up the second part in the next blog! Yeah , a sequel just like any other B-wood movie!! ;⁠)

Hope you enjoyed reading this blog and the poem too!! This was 'Just Another Story'.

This is me,

Signing off!!!<<33

#experience #lifelessons #justanotherstory #lifestories #stories #sad poetry #poetry #poem #competition

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writinghyperobsession · 1 year

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What did I see in your eyes?

Sofia always saw something in the eyes of everyone. "What did she see?" The most beautiful thing that person saw. For example she could see the lush green mountains in the mirror. It was the last trip with her father before he passed away. She always remembers it, when she misses him the most. Her life was not what it used to be without him. It felt more bland. Like it lost all vibrant colors. Only ones left were dull and uninspiring.

Wednesday started the same way that every day did in the last few months. Sofia was woken up by her alarm. The unrelenting sound of harsh beeping forced her to quickly turn it off. Then she just laid in her bed. She didn’t feel like getting out of bed. But she had to. After a minute or two she mustered enough willpower to climb from between her pillows and sheets. After a quick stop at the restroom, she was staring at herself in the mirror. As everyday she saw the mountain range. It gave her some energy. And even a bit of hope that this day won’t be as bad as the last one. She forced herself through daily hygiene and descended the stairs into the kitchen.

Her aunt smiled at her, “Good morning ,sweetie! Did you sleep well?” she asked.

Sofia tried to force a smile and answered: “As always.”

“I made omelets!” Said auntie, as caring as ever.

She was the most important person for Sofia right now. Sofia could not imagine what she would do without her. All the help and bright attitude that her auntie gave off in the few moments of the day when they were together were priceless. Unfortunately their schedules of school and work did not match up. They were quite opposite of each other. Therefore they had just little time together that day. And every other day.

Maybe you are asking: "What was in aunties eyes?". Aunt worked in hospital as L&D nurse. She helped to deliver hundreds of beautiful healthy babies into this world. And that is what Sofia saw in her eyes. A flood of newborn babies.

While Sofia was lost in thoughts like these and slowly getting through the omelet ,auntie was running around, getting ready to leave.

“I’ll be going, have a good day!” said auntie as she was closing the door behind her. That is probably the last time she will see her today.

While Sofia was lost in thoughts like these and slowly getting through the omelet ,auntie was running around, getting ready to leave.

“I’ll be going, have a good day!” said auntie as she was closing the door behind her. That is probably the last time she will see her today.

Sofia looked at the half eaten omelet. She did not feel like finishing it. So the rest of the omelet ended up in the trash can. After that it was time to get ready for school. Most of her textbooks were kept in her locker ,so all Sofia had to pack were notebooks and pencil case. She left the flat and locked behind herself. Outside looked grayish ,with concrete all around. The bus stop was just around the corner, but the bus was late again.

Sofia got on the bus. She sat down in one of the few still free places. After a quick look around she deduced that the only person she knew in the bus was Daniel. He never interacted too much with her. They basically knew each other only from school.

"What was in his eyes?" Sofia never saw. Daniel never looked her in the eyes or just quickly averted his gaze from her when she looked at him. He kept to himself. They did not interact on the bus. Most of their conversations were in school over schoolwork. But today was an unusual exception.

Daniel sat down next to her and asked: ”How was your Tuesday?”

Sofia ,after she shook down the surprise ,answered : “Nothing special. After school I did my homework and that was it. What about you?”

They continued their chit-chat until they had to get off. In that time she still didn’t saw what was in his eyes. After that they split and went to different lessons. Sofia went to the chemistry lesson. She wanted to be a doctor before, but now she doesn't know what she wants. Every day in school feels like a long endless drag. Only person who interacted with her was her overenthusiastic friend Chloe.

“What was in the eyes of Chloe?” The only thing Sofia could see in those eyes was the ocean. The vast and open blue surface without end stretching even over the horizon. Chloe loved water. Most of her hobbies were tied to it. Swimming, diving, surfing … you name it.

”How was your Tuesday?” Sofia asked.

Chloe answered with a shining smile :“Great. I went swimming in the Sparkling lake.”

With Chole by her side Sofia survived a long day of school. But at the end of school day Chloe had to go. She had swimming practice. So it was a lonely bus ride home, as always. But this time it was different.

Daniel again crashed this everyday dullery. He sat down next to Sofia in a weird manner. He was more stiff and nervous than normally. He started a conversation with questions about her day and such. As her stop was getting closer he was getting more and more nervous. When her stop was announced he froze.

He regained his composure and quickly blurted out: “I know we don’t know each other too much, but could I ask you something?”

“Sure, but quickly. I am getting off at the next stop.” Sofia answered, looking at him surprised.

And then he looked her in the eyes. “What did she see?” She saw herself in a more beautiful light and such but it was her no doubt. And it all made sense, his behavior before today and today. The change. And she knew what he was going to ask.

“WWW-Would you go out with me? Maybe ttt-to watch a movie or something.” Daniel stutteringly asked.

“OOO-Okay” Sofia answered.

The doors of the bus opened.

“We www-will talk about it tomorrow.” She quickly said before exiting the bus.

Few weeks later

Sofia got up before her alarm. The sun was shining and she was in a good mood. She was going out with Daniel again today. Her morning routine was quickly done. But Sofia stopped before the last look in the mirror. She was surprised. “Why, what did she see?” She saw Daniel. Not in real life but in her eyes. And that’s when she knew that all is good now.

Story inspired mostly by my thoughts and Suzume

#my writing #first draft

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ellies-enrichment · 11 months

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Hello, I changed my profile picture for pride month today. I drew it a while ago, but I forgot to change my profile picture until right now. It's of two of my ocs :D

Also, I just wanted to tell you, I followed your main because my brain has finally recovered from the DC trip and I remembered I still needed to do that so :D I hope you have a wonderful day!

omg hihi !! i love your new pfp i saw it in my activity and went 💙💙💙 please feel free to talk about your ocs whenever you want on main im so obsessed with mine i love hearing about others

i hope you're recovering well from the DC trip (lots of sleep & chilling & vibing) and i hope the rest of the week treats you well <3

#hopefullynobodyhasthisname #asks

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areus-in-a-little-cave · 2 years

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okay stories!!! quick first bit explaination. - took a boat to trail (saw sea otters!!!) - we skipped a two day portion of purely bog bc we just wanted to. so we got extra boat time. - hiked a painful 7km. it was the worst portion of the entire trip - arrive at the spot to camp and i want to die - there is a fire on the beach (illegal but eh) we go and join - and we met... - gino. Lovely guy who had a cool chair he'd hiked in. he's a nurse who's hiking with his two buddies. but then it gets better. these two buddies are a) dating b) gay and c) TAKE FUCKING HOURS TO HIKE. they've been regularly arriving at 10pm and 11pm and hiking at night. everyone esle was concerned about that. gino was not. man had his tent and his food he was absolutely chiling. apparently his friends had sex during the bog. also all three are sharing a tent. i love them dearly - Francois. this man is a cryptid. he built a huge, and might i stress, ILLEGAL fire. he is french. he offered the gay couple magic mushrooms when he bumped into them on the trail. (they accepted). he had strong political opinions (like any quebecois person tbh) he heard that i was fixing someones boot covers (i carry needle/thread) and was like "what d'you wanna do for work". i mention being a seamstress at cirque du soliel. mf goes "my sister is the head seamstress. ill give you her number right now." then he did more drugs and went into teh freezing ocean. a legend. - Alex. he brought a spiderman fishing rod. it broke. he was very chill. a docter. apparently he was very agile on the trails. he kept just appearing just in the ocean. he liked building fires and was hiking with francois i don't know if they knew each other though. he was nice. - later we met a father/daughter hiking team. she was just a bit older than me. they were fun to talk to. he kept offering us chocolate covered almonds. her and i watched the stars and gossiped about teh other hikers for hours last night. francois works in her town and she's scared. those two hiked in a fucking pound of cheddar cheese. they slept in hammocks in the trees - we also "met" the 'tree planters' a group of 6 like 20 somethings who slept in hammocks but they were stacked in the same trees. they just climbed the trees. they got up at 6am and then i never saw them again. too fast. apparently one of their boots broke later though bc when i was leaving the forest today there were fucking barefootprints in the mud and it was one of them. i fear them. they apparently went so fast to avoid francois.

and then the normal couple - megan and her boyfriend who's name is escaping me. they did not like being around francois. francois liked being around them. didn't talk much but they were nice. my first conversation with him was "whats you're favourite food." he then put his head down and went "I would take anything right now." we took the bus back with them. more highlights - did a cable car accross rivers!! - saw no bears - saw amazing stars

HELLO?????? this is so funny parker I'm absolutely obsessed

every single person here is such a character I cannot articulate how much enjoyment I got out of reading this. I hope they all had happy camping trips this is awesome

sounds like tons of fun :D!! ye hiking can be tiring but it's also just fun yknow you get to see the sights of nature and. well the mud doesn't sound fun but hey stars! and a cable car very cool!!

still reeling over the people you met. sometimes sitcoms seem very unrealistic, and sometimes. well the world is like that

#areus rambles #ask #ask box #thank you for the ask!#mutuals tag!!!#parker-likes-tea

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madame-fear · 2 years

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We’re at the second location now!

we were staying in Kavala (mainland) in the home city of our neighbor for their wedding. the wedding was amazing! such a nice experience! They were both so beautiful. The lady is the Greek one so it was really nice to see the husband do all the traditional dancesand stuff. (he gave a little speech in greek too)

our friends were also in the same city so we met up with them all throughout the week. there were 5 of us “kids” (not really kids anymore) and we all went out snorkelling in the ocean and saw so many fish it was soo cool!! beach day and then dinner on the highstreet with them it was so good!

but now we’ve moved to another villa in a little village on Thassos. Its a very cute little village and the villa were in has a nice big pool. currently the weather isnt that great otherwise we would have gone to this really nice lake to swim in. But there was some sheet lightning last night and thunder today so i guess not.

so tempted to break anonymousy to send you pictures

hope your doing good! that cat WAS SO CUUTTEE! hopefully you get to catsit again :(

~🦈❤️🇬🇷

AHHHH HIII DEAR!!! 🥰🥰🥰💕💕 how's it going?! :"D

Oh god, I can already picture everything you told me and I can only imagine how beautiful everything must be!! 🥰 Such a lovely experience to remember 🤧❤ (I'm sure you'll eventually get the chance to swim in this lake you told me, it's just a little bit of waiting until the storm/lightning is over!)

Greece is so incredibly beautiful ahskslakal🥰🥰 Take lots of pictures so you can keep them as a good memory of an astonishing trip, at least that's what I do when I travel somewhere I really really like 🤭🤭

Over here is all well so far, luckily! I loved the little cat i catsitted ahhhh<333 I had the chance to catsit him again yesterday for a few hours while his owner was away, and I hope to catsit him (or any other cat) again soon! 🥰 We had such a beautiful experience together and shared lovely moments!! (I took him out for a walks with me and he behaved like an absolute king😉)

p.s: Also, I apologise for taking longer than usual in writing your requests my dear!! 🥺 I'm nearly finished with them soon <33 ❤

#ahhh i love this!! <333 #loving my anons :)

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wanderinstar · 1 year

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🎅 fly from here is so Great, im listening to it right now as im typing this(return trip, cause im the trevor horn fan, it says that right here on my forehead. sorry benny d)

dude, its so overwhelming to decide what music to get. i love a lot of things and cant decide what to prioritize

hard to describe traditional eastern european food but if you wanna know, ill try to, shortly

sarmale - little cabbage rolls with rice and meat with other veggies

cozonac - sweet bread with ground walnut and cocoa filling, sometimes with bits of turkish delight

chișcă - i never liked this one too much personally, its a mish mash of pork meat

șorici - pork skin :)

borș - sour soup, this ones eaten year round but im including it here

and these are the "essentials" for christmas. its way funnier if you dont have an image for these foods, and you make them up in your head first, and then see if what you think it is coincides with the real deal. all these with some variations are all over the former eastern bloc, especially the slavic countries. this part of europe is so fun, man.

went Christmas shopping today, saw panetone. prophecy came true. one panetone to rule them all!

do you use to give gifts in your family/with friends? if so, what are you hoping to receive this year?

Hello, dear Santa!

You're right, it IS overwhelming to decide what to get. Btw, my family never really used to exchange gifts during the holidays, but the last couple of years we did it. When my sister and I were kids, our parents would ask us what we wanted as a birthday gift (my sister's birthday is on December 29th, and mine is on December 25th lol), but we never put it under the Christmas tree because they were, well, birthday gifts. And I never knew what to ask! It is way harder than it seems!

This year, though, I bought really simple gifts for my parents, my sister and our dog ❤️ they are under the tree right now (the gifts haha). My sister gave me a dress I liked while we went shopping, my mom gave me a door stopper (cuz I was really in need of one) and my dad gave me very beautiful shoes. We also bought gifts for the newborn baby of my sister's sister-in-law and my sister's husband, who came back with her from the big city where they're living for the holidays and brought gifts for us (is it too confusing?). Anyway, here's a picture of our tree :)

From friends I only get birthday gifts, when I get something. But I do like to give Christmas presents to them, sometimes I do :) What about you, do you exchange gifts with your family/friends?

The traditional food you mentioned seems very interesting. I know sarmale, dear Santa! We call it "charuto" here, it's a dish that we usually find at Arabic restaurants. Is borş a beet soup? My mom told my she made it once. Btw, I've always wanted to know if turkish delight is good ever since I watched Narnia haha! Do you like it?

#srs22

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