#I was crying every single time I saw him | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

boxwinebaddie · 5 months

Note

WIAT UNCLE NINA WHYD YOU DELETE THE PETE DAVIDSON ASK IT WAS MINE AND I DIDNT HAVE TIME TO READ IT LMFSOFJFJ

aaaaaah! *hides* you caught me!

there she is officer, the repeat offense tweet/ask deleter!

that crook!

i know, i know, i know. :( i'm sorry, nonnie. it's a bad habit of mine.

please know it had NOTHING to do with your ask ( which i thought was so funny and accurate, which is why i answered it so quickly )

i just...haven't felt very good about the things i have written lately? i feel like my answers have been badly written/characterized, chaotic, uninspired and not saying...the things i want them to say? which stresses me out, starts a spiral and reckless anon/tweet deleting.

if it means anything, i had your ask message copied, was going to resend it to my blog and answer it Better, but to hold myself accountable, i'm gonna answer it now in hopefully a less messy and weird way. ( i also stress-deleted the kyle ask about him getting compliments because i didn't like my answer -- i'll reanswer it too )

but yes, RM!kenny aka mcwhoremick aka skeleKen is the ncu rem(ember) universe pete davidson.

or...has slept w/ him at least.

lowkey, this ask is making me rethink short kenny because i feel like a lot of pete davidsons energy rests on him being tall and having BDE. however, you can probably still be short and have bde. answer later.

but, like i said in the former ask, i kind of wanted to go into it a lot later because rm is supposed to reveal it slowly, but you're all smart, i'm sure you can pick up what i've been trying to put down about cd.

plus, i've been feeling so bad about my writing ( 6 in particular :/ i don't like the structure ) that i fear its gonna take us to get to the places i want to go with the characterization so

looks can be deceiving and cd is punkrockstar boyband proof of that.

they all kind of have Shitcks they're supposed to follow and kenny's is that they are the ~mysterious~ offputting entity in the back, wears the skeleton face that leaves everyone wondering what lies beneath it, doesn't talk very much, is secretive/shadowy, has elusive energy.

( i am leaning towards the concept that no one in public has seen kenny without the Skeleton Mask on...not sure yet but...hmmm... )

but...of course, kenny is kenny. kenny is playful, loud and rowdy and promiscuous, so out of pocket and the life of the gd party. so the second they are off stage, the mask comes off and kenny says 8000 curse words, starts gyratin & is back to being on their worst behavior.

speaking of their worst behavior, kenny is always doing some fuckshit. theyre constantly on a coke on someones yatcht, in some celebrity, in some music execs pants, in someone's daugther, usually college fangirls, like...every cd intern they've ever had. all quit. bc of kenny. not b/c they scared them, but bc they fell in love with them...

and kenny does NOT do commitments. kenny is like a revolving door. the tabloids reflect this. kenny is in there a lot with different celebs. its a whole mess, tbh. also no one knows how to describe them. ooh~

as a result of being messy, kenny gets into a lot of predicaments, or misses meetings/gets into trouble and raven covers for them...ALOT.

tldr: management is pretty sick of kennys shit and is This Close to getting them kicked out of the band ( like they were doin really sloppy shit ) and ravenstan...as the lead singer/face of the band is pretty much untouchable...so he can get away with a lot more so a lot of the time...raven just Covers kenny to save their ass from gettin kicked/in trouble and says that a lot of the fucked up shit kenny does is...Him.

raven is indisposible, but everyone else can be replaced is the gist.

which is :((( because you know it makes sense for chapter 2-5 Raven of Crimson Dawn to be a coke-fiend, party boy, bad influence, live wire, fight-starting, devil may care celebrity a-hole...but as rm readers and stan stans, know: ravenstan is Gods Sweet Angel who cries 24/7, picks up plants from the farmers market, is very kind to his fans, has hit someone once/broke his hand FOR KENNY, and spends his time otherwise watching anime and not...Lotharioing.

( it is also why kenny more than owed raven the favor of covering him so he could go on his #hate with kyle...which they Did ofc... tbh i wish you guys could have heard the other half of that phone call bc kenny was being so fucking funny and being so unhinged/moaning on the phone to freak ravenstan out...but the griefing, while light hearted, also came from a place of overprotectiveness, kenny was Concerned abt that whole Thing...more on that later...their rela is...interestin. )

buuuut that's what happens when you're the lead singer of the band. You're That Guy. so because stenny is soulbonded kenny protects stan bc he is sweet/fragile and stan protects kenny because theyre abrasive and constanly starting shit. and because stan frontmans the band anything anyone in crimson dawn does kind of falls on his shoulders and he carries it like its air but sigh...tell me atlas, whats heavier the world or people's hearts? i hate it here :((( my baby. </3

TLDR kenny is constantly pulling ppl. skeet davidson, bde energy. their list of trysts is a mile long like their...

you know. ;)

-uncle nina, kenny skeet davidson enthusiat and apologist

p.s. i feel like kenny basically has what kathryn in cruel intentions for her blow -- except it might be an upside cross ( or its still right side up and ironic ) and it looks like a rosary but its FULL of coke omg rip

p.s.s. i do think this is interesting because kenny has the coke necklace, ravenstan has the red heart vial and jimmy...also has a necklace...if you ask me very nicely i'll give you a little gossip on it ;)

#ok this is maybe too much i might have said too much #but god knows when im gonna finish this fic u guys and i have so much to say abt it but its so hard to write #but im sure u kinda got the gist #kenny is so pete davidson the fans are so curious and obsessed w them they have ENERGY #WHAT IS UNDER THE MASK HELLO #they ask other celebrities theyve been with abt it and all their answers are different its their mysterion moment #ALSO AHHH BC THE RAVEN COVERED FOR KENNY WHEN THEY HAD THIS MAJOR COKE SCANDAL #SO EVERY MEDIA OUTLET ITS WRITING ABT RAVEN DOING COKE WHICH SUCKS ACTUALLY SO BAD #like raven drinks a lot and def has had some public intoxication things and britney breakdowns #but idk i think that was pretty bad and kenny would have gotten in a lot of trouble and shit for it it was like the last strike #so raven just took the Blame for it and ahhhh....i hate it here #stan and kennys relationship in rm is like one of my fav ones its also so complicated theres a lot of layers #as u guys saw in ch3 when kyles name came up kenny got...weird...like very weird...if we rem(ember) that...#lots to unpack i hope i can get there #if i cant in like 2-3 months im just leaving an entire rm expose and going on live and telling u guys the whole thing like a bedtime story #SORRY I DELETED YOUR ASK I HOPE THIS MAKES SENSE SORRY IT WASNT FUNNY #raven do be covering for kenny and crying and throwing up the whole time too like kENNY THAT WAS SO SCARY THEY YELLED AT ME ;-; </3 #kenny bribes him w taco bell tho & it works every single time #they are like codependent its so bad omg #mcwhoremick skeleken please just one chance

4 notes · View notes

throwbacktears · 1 year

Text

my gosh. sabrina truly carried that short film. and im so glad he acknowledged that because UFRIHEFIJGJFOFEDQQD

HE WAS SO BAD!!!!!! LIKE GENUINELY. SO BAD.

EVERYONE GASSING HIM UP IN THE COMMENTS NEEDS TO STOP LYING.

"can you take anything seriously" ART IMITATING LIFE

#blondie was giving it her ALL and what did charlie give back???? absolutely nothing #i want to give him credit that he wasnt so deadpan but like. to look in the camera several times. to improvise that poorly. SEVERAL times #and to SMILE and GRIN every time he would SCREAM... thinking he was giving PHOENIX but it was giving WISEAU #contrast to SABRINA CRYING. A SINGLE TEAR DROP FALLING ON A BOOK.#her looking up at her lover in pain. in the bathtub! CINEMA #i need discourse on this video bc i wasnt expecting their collab but the acting from charlie was what really broke me #charlie puth #sabrina carpenter #thats not how this works #mytext #i saw a facebook comment that it was giving 'all too well 10 mins'.#!!!! UM !!!! WHERE????????#I......... WOULD LIKE TO HAVE A WORD #to compare this to atv 10 mins.....BE FR #BE SOOOOOO FR

7 notes · View notes

inkykeiji · 7 months

Text

seeing izana with his curly fluffy hair nearly put me in the hospital he’s so cute

#HE IS SO CUTE #both teddy and i were like wOAH MY GOODNESS when we saw him #that hair looks so so so good on him #i love curly fluffy hair soooooo much i could cry #anyway everyone looks phenomenal yesterday WHEW #koko actually sends me into a full on mental breakdown every single time i see him #he is so sexy in every timeline #kakucho too #but uGH fuck <333 #i’m in looooove #i’m also SO tired today #these last few days have been a lot in terms of being around a ton of people for the holidays so i feel v low energy today #m’gonna answer asks in a bit #but yeah <333 izana!!!!! sighs dreamily #i am petting his pretty curly hair as we speak #i bet u it is so soft!!!!!!!!#also have a great wednesday if ur reading this!!! <3 #clari chatters #inky.tr

4 notes · View notes

mishkakagehishka · 9 months

Text

And i know when i return i'll either be yelled at or laughed off like little girl throws tantrum or whatever. But i'm genuinely getting real sick of the way i'm treated vs the way my brother is treated. And they don't even notice that shit. I tell my mom "you never take my side and defend me, when i caved and let you take me to get my eyebrows threaded, you said nothing when my brother said i 'finally look like a human being'" and surprise surprise she "doesn't remember that", he "doesn't remember that", but it cut soooo deep into me, i'll never forget it. Whatever tho.

#you know i kept getting scolded bc of how not-independent i am #i was told i'd never be able to live alone bc i can't clean and cook perfectly #and i was told i never helped around the house (i did. a lot.)#when i moved they were all surprised how well i was doing as if they never saw me do chores #my brother on the other hand can't cook nor clean #i do everything and that's totally normal to them. they had no worries ab him #it's only now that i keep crying bc he makes everything harder for me that my mother is upset #not for me!!! but for his ''future wife''#what about your fucking daughter. you've got some high hopes of having a daughter-in-law with the way he is anyway #she always acts surprised and horrified at the fact that i'm self-conscious and refuse to leave the house if i don't look perfect #and she's the one who kept pushing all these beauty standards on me #whenever i'd fucking look to her BEGGING for her to be on my side and defend me for once against my brother and dad's cruel comments #she's the one who was the most aggressive about it #she told me i need to be more assertive and stand up for myself as if every single time i tried standing up for myself #i wasn't called šjora štufa or spoilt or selfish or ungrateful or told to shut up otherwise #the ones who raised me to be like that now find fault in it and BLAME ME

6 notes · View notes

jackalhadrurusluvr · 9 days

Text

want to write another fic but all i want to write is more whump/sickfic

#i just want to put dune through the ringer always #but hmmmm……. carrion getting injured maybe #locust taking such good care of him #carrion is really queasy so him taking care of an injured locust is a goodie #what you didn’t see in the dune fic was carrion getting sick as soon as he got home and Saw It All Again #jackal trying not to freak out as his soulmate is rushed to the hospital with a potentially fatal stab wound but his bf is on the floor #panting trying not to throw up and cry and pass out and he is not succeeding #locust is easily the least queasy one out of all of them but that comes with being a doctor i suppose #dune is second least obviously but it makes his heart race and pound in his ears #jackal is regular in between #carrion passes out every single time he gets his blood drawn (and he also cries)

0 notes

icharchivist · 25 days

Text

oh thanks god, i looked for a guide to see how i could get my favorite Cloud's dress, but i also didn't want it to compromise my own gameplay so there's stuff i didn't follow to the letter.... but now i'm getting the sidequests that are associated to that dress and i'm so damn relieved.

I'll have all my favorite dresses for the girls' auditions at least

#tho i must mention that for Aerith it's a tie actually #her red dress is drop dead gorgeous and oughhhhh #but her long pink dress is so pretty....#.... when the concept arts for the remake came out and i shared the arts of the dresses in priv #one of my best friend (who's known me for over 10 years) messaged me #'i legit saw you wear this type of dress before. like almost the exact same. is that why.'#and it wasn't because my dresses in question predated the remake #while the fact i have many pink dresses may be a deep Aerith's influence #but for this one? total luck.#(i do also wear a ribbon in my hair everytime i wear them up so much so she gifted me a ribbon once. so there's that too)#and it keeps making me cry laughing like. friend clocked me immediately #though there's worse. there's how i infodumped about ff7 to her boyfriend last time i saw them #guy who's also one of my best friend for over ten years #(and those two know me very very deeply on every single ones of my issues and behaviors and everything)#and the more i was talking the more i saw him visibly grimacing.#before hitting me with a 'so like you basically.' after i recalled elements of Cloud's character arc.#i WASNT trying to make a point about that my friend just came for my fucking life.#and then i tried to explain some stuff about the movie #and my friend bursted into tears and laughers because 'oh no. no way. just like-- oh my god.'#of course my own bias may have colored the way i talked about it but i swear it wasn't the point #my friend just knew me enough to grimace and go 'so you're cloud ain't ya'#fucking kinassigned by best friends.#ichablogging ffviirg

0 notes

lunarcry · 4 months

Text

im going to end it all (positive)

#stardust speaking !#post. natsume #guy who wasnt gonna post a single panel had a terrible day and was met with the 'natsume dreaming of his childhood and scaring off his #relatives who keep moving him around between them but is now taken in by ppl who reach out to him' storytelling #every single time when i think about how touko 1) tried to meet with natsume 2) said they wanted to take him in 3) asked him if he was #alright with that #and the resulting 'natsume tries rly hard to seal a spirit. gets hurt. meets them at the hospital. and says he wants to go with them.#if thats ok. while crying #the fact its her husband too who first saw him (since hes the distant relative) and wanted to take him in uughhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #touko who only saw 1 bird but didnt comment on it..........................................#also unrelated to them. but the way nishimura and kitamoto keeps inviting natsume to stuff............the whole...#'its fun to show him new things' ;_;

1 note · View note

carmenlire · 5 months

Text

sudden urge to write a super soft emo fic. tags include emotional hurt/comfort, secret relationship, and friends to lovers

#as i was writing the tags i decided this would be a ****** fic #where one of them is famous and theyve been friends since school #they've always flirted that line between friends and something more #but neither can stand the thought of potentially ruining the most important relationship in their life #abd things are a thousand tines more complicated when fame enters the mix #i can't decide who's famous and who's not #but person a in the tabloids every week and person b shopping and scoffing as he sees the cover of a magazine in line #texts unanswered for weeks #just for an ostentatious present to appear on person b's doorstep bc person a saw through their priv twitter they won a prestigious award #or are getting an articke published or something #person a getting drunk and goibg to b's place.... always so damn careful not to get caught #person b welcoming them with ooen arms every time. both of them crying over what was and what isnt now and what could be if they just lived #different lives. both of them celebrating their friend anniversary every single year absolutely no exceptions. person a vague posts about it #on main. everyone wants to know who has the privilege of cookibg for person a #person b sad and drunk one night posting about being lonely and tired of being second choice. person a resding that and being so mad at #whiever isnt making him feel loved. not knowing lerson b js talking about him and that he has always been second to fame #both of them so careful but hurting and hurting each other #until things fall apart and the communication fades and it's been a year since their last friend anniversary #neither one wants to go to that old ramen shop but it's the last vestige of what coukd have been #meeting up #spending all night talking. slow at first. getting closer. and the want is there in every word and pause #they kiss and it's nothing. its everything. and the next morning person b wakes up without person a and a note #is on his pillow and all it says is im sorry #person a flies out of the country for work that very morning and both of them are miserable #person b sees person a dating someone in that week's tabloids. he grabs a copy and a bottle of whiskey and emo tweets #person a sees the emo tweets and worries. a has been lovesick and its the final push (with friend help) to #finally just fucking live for himself #person b has a friend who doesnt find out who b is in love with until halfway through the fic and on principle he doesnt like A #and protects b from a ~emotionally #this is taegyu btw and the bestie is soobin. kai and yeonjun are celebs... guess tae is normal and beomgyu is the celeb shere after all

1 note · View note

sillyblues · 11 months

Text

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 | 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨’𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

ੈ✩‧₊˚𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: miguel tells you how annoying you are

ੈ✩‧₊˚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: last and second part of annoying is here!! thank you so much for the huge support yall broke my app my notifications weren’t loading properly lmao THANK YOU! this was supposed to be just a short one but here we are with a part two and a bit bigger word count m’gonna need rest and need more time for the preggo fic

part 1

Wordlessly, you left the team. You returned to your own Earth and did your own thing again. There was a slight tinge of unfamiliarity, knowing that you might never work with other spider people, your friends, again, but you forced the feeling down.

Miguel’s outburst haunted you wherever you went. Even as you fought villains that disturbed the peacefulness of your home, even as you mingled with the other civilians and hung out with your friends, even as you laid down in the comfort of your bed, his words would constantly echo through your head, and they would threaten the fall of your tears every single time.

If Miguel thought you were annoying, what about your other friends? Do they think you were bothersome as well? Maybe, you bitterly thought as you brought your knees to your face. Maybe the civilians don’t like you as well. The thought of the people you treasure and care for so dearly, the people whom you devoted most of your life to save, the people whom you risk getting hurt every day for, hating you, left you breathless.

More tears fell, and you gasped. The ache in your heart was too much to bear and seemed to sting your entire being. You clutched your chest as you laid sideways on your bed, pillows and blanket long scattered on the floor. You tried to muffle your cries, but it was useless, as they still vibrated through the room of your apartment.

Oh, god. Please don’t hate me. Don’t hate me, please. Don’thatemepleasedon’thatemeplease—

“[Name]?” the familiar voice momentarily halted you in your weeping. You slowly rose a bit, supporting yourself on your arm and looked towards the source of it. Peter’s worried look greeted you as he crawled himself out of your window.

“Oh, [Name].” you wavered at his heartbroken voice. He immediately rushed in to hug you. He sat on your bed beside you and embraced you. He rocked you back and forth, one hand on the back of your head that leaned into the crook of his neck, and one hand caressed your back.

“P-Peter, I ca– I can’t,” you hiccupped, and with shaking fingers, you gripped his suit tight. You felt your heart would burst with the way it was beating so fast and hard, ringing in your ears. “I can’t— I can’t breathe.”

“It’s okay, [Name]. I got you. I’m here, okay?” his voice was slightly muffled by the top of your head, but you could still hear him. “I want you to listen to me. Stay with me, yeah?”

You tried your best to respond, but it felt like your body wasn’t listening to you. He pulled back a little and held your face in his hands. You look at his eyes full of undisguised concern overflowing, and you desperately hope he doesn’t hate you too. You gathered what was left of your little strength and nodded weakly.

“Can you tell me three things around your room?” you try to look around as you cling to his arms. You looked away from his eyes and looked around you. Your old lampshade provided you with dim lighting in your dark, cold room. Your messy books were in disarray on the table. You saw a mirror. You saw yourself and how miserable you looked. Your face was wet with tears, and your eyes were red. You also saw how Peter looked at you with such solicitude, and you want to cry all over again.

“Um, lampshade.” You said and winced at the painful scratch in your throat and your hoarse voice. “Books. Mirror.”

“Good job. You did well. Can you move three body parts for me?” you unclasped your hands from his arms and tried to clench and unclench them. You wiggled your head out of his hold, embarrassment starting to creep onto you being seen so sticky and so wet and such a mess. It was fortunate that he understood and he chuckled. You were silent for a moment, and you didn't know what else to move so you settled on headbutting Peter.

“Ow! Of all things, really? Can't believe this is what I get,” he grumbled as he rubbed his forehead. You giggled at his exaggerated expression and unknowingly to you, your tears had stopped flowing, and only hiccups remained.

“Are you feeling better, [Name]? You can talk to me, my shoulder is vacant for you. Or do you want me to just stay quiet? Because yeah, I can do either. Just tell me what to do,” you chuckled even more at that. “I’ll even give you a pass for laughing at me.”

Seeing Peter comfort you like that, there was a sense of relief wash over you. It was obvious he was being genuine with you and if he wasn't, he most likely wouldn't even have the patience to sit with you and let you cry on him.

“It's nothing, um, it's just that,” you sighed as you weakly played with your fingers. The words are lodged in your throat, and you slowly breathe out. He looked at you with encouragement to take it slow, to breathe and you did. “I found out people at the headquarters think I talk too much and they didn’t really like me. Then I made Miguel mad, and I learned how I was annoying him. He probably hates me. And, uh, it got me thinking, what if you and Jess and Hobie think the same way? What if everyone thinks the same way?”

There was an urge to cry again, but it felt like you had cried it all out. There was none left for you to cry anymore.

“Wow, I knew Miguel was all bite and no bark, but I didn’t expect he’d bite that deep. What the hell is wrong with him?” the genuine disbelief made you sputter and chuckle.

“First of all, whoever doesn’t like you is automatically wrong. I mean, who could not like you? You literally make everyone’s day. Jess loves gushing with you about her husband, and Hobie loves talking about how his punk stuff and fighting the literal government which I think it’s really pretty cool of him don’t tell him that he’s going to tell me I should do it as well and I just can’t,” he said. “And I love talking to you because you’re funny and so positive you just know how to make me cheer up. Besides, I’m talking too much now, aren’t I? Always have been. But did you think I was annoying?”

“No! I never once thought you were one.” You replied without a beat.

“Exactly. Us either. Look, [Name], everyone loves you. Trust me when I say that.” He said with confidence and finality that you had no choice but to believe him,

“But, Miguel..”

“He's stupid. I know. Don’t mind what he said because it’s all bullshit anyways.” He grins. “Lyla told me what happened. I’m not taking his side because what he said is just wrong and I get you, you know? Having to hear all of that hurts. But from the bottom of my heart, I think Miguel did not mean what he said. Like, all the pent-up stress got to his head and boom, it suddenly burst out. I’m not saying that it was a valid reason, no. I just wanted to let you know that he doesn’t truly think you’re annoying, you know?”

“Besides, from all the time I knew him, I had never seen him genuinely enjoy his time with someone nor mope so bad when you didn’t come to the headquarters anymore.” He said with a deadpan expression at the end.

“Pfft, really?”

“Yes, really.”

There was a pause, it wasn’t awkward but it made you appreciate him more for coming here for you. He smiled at you and you did too, leaning on his shoulder for support. He hugged you sideways, one arm rubbing the side of your arm and you closed your eyes.

“I missed you, [Name]. We all did.”

“...I missed you all too.”

The decision to come back to the headquarters was a bit hard but you took it slow with Peter’s support. He never rushed you nor forced you to come back which you really appreciated and when you did return, you were sure you didn’t regret it. Jess and Hobie immediately latched onto you, they hugged you tight and told you how much they missed you so bad. They asked you how had you been, if you were alright, if were you hurt, and all that. Seeing their sincere worry for you, you smiled hard enough to hurt your cheeks and slowly you were going back to the old, happy you.

What changed right now was that you avoided Miguel. When you first returned to the headquarters, Miguel was there a bit far away from you. You could feel his earnest gaze at you and you looked at him briefly. The bags underneath his eyes seemed to be bigger and you wonder if he had gotten a bit bigger too. A reminder of his words rang instantly through your head and you breathed deeply silently. You quickly looked away as soon as you laid your eyes on him and that remained true for a couple of weeks.

During the briefing of your missions, he would look at you expectantly as if you would stand beside him like you always did. But you usually stood nearby Hobie who was at the entrance of his office. Sometimes you stood beside Jess and Peter which was a bit near him but not quite so.

“You’re not gonna be near him?” Hobie once asked as he lay down on a flat surface. He nudged his head in Miguel’s direction who was looking at you a couple of times as he talked about the mission details. You smiled bitterly.

“Aight, guess I got more time to catch up with you, huh?” the tip of his lips lifted up, “Wanna leg it and come join the protest in my home?”

“Oh no.” you silently snorted.

“What? It’s fun and we’re doing the right thing, you know.”

“Hobie, are you listening?” Miguel’s voice interrupted you both. You look away, not yet keen on looking at him.

“Yes, big boss. Ears open for you, don’t worry about me,” he stretched his arms before he folded them to lay his head on his clasped fingers. You wondered why he hadn’t called you when you weren’t really listening to him as well. Maybe he targeted Hobie on purpose to make you feel uncomfortable? You bit your lip. No, that can’t be. Peter said Miguel didn’t hate you and you trusted him so despite the voices haunting voices once more, you decided to believe in him.

Sometimes, you two would meet outside the building on his favourite Mexican stand outside the building. Maybe it was a habit formed over the time you knew him that you would buy him his empanadas. Now that you couldn’t bring yourself to talk to him just yet, you bought some for yourself. You could not deny that you missed buying his food, only to eat half of it yourself.

“Ah, it’s [Name]! How have you been? I haven’t seen you in so long!” Mrs. Flores exclaimed as soon as she saw your walking figure towards her. You two have gotten close a bit back then and has since then insisted you to call her ‘Abuela’. “Have you lost weight? You’ve gotten smaller since I last saw you!”

You didn’t think you did but before you could deny she was immediately cooking some empanadas, “Just wait, I’ll cook some for you, okay? No need to pay.”

“Abuela, thank you, but I can’t accept this without payment. Please, let me pay,” you opened your wallet and took some money but she wasn’t having it.

“No! I told you I don’t need any money! Do I look like I need some, huh? Don’t make me angry,” she threateningly pointed her clamps at you. You just sighed, knowing full well that her stubbornness was stronger than any villain you had fought. Suddenly, a figure crept behind you and you paid it no mind, figuring it was some other customer but the voice surprised you.

“Buenas tardes, Señora. Lo de siempre por favor.” You looked at Miguel in reflex. He wore a plain white shirt and trousers and oh, he was so close to you. His mouth opened as if he wanted to say something but hesitation dripped from him so you took the opportunity to look away and stepped to your side to create some distance between you.

“Oh, ¿es tú novio, [Name]? ¡Lo sabía! Why didn’t you say so? He’s been the one buying empanadas instead when you were gone.” You choked on your own saliva and embarrassment immediately crept up your cheeks. You coughed it out as she side-eyed you. Miguel was silent and you wonder if he wasn’t going to clear this misunderstanding up.

“You had a fight, didn’t you?”

“No, Abuela, he’s not my boyfriend—”

“He isn’t? ¡Qué hombre más estúpido! Are your eyes not properly working? What are you still waiting for?” she snorted at him. The bubbling noises from the oil fill the silence as you didn’t really know how to respond in this situation.

“Well whatever, you will fix it, won’t you?” she glared at him. In that moment, you felt loved once more and you were starting to truly believe that those who said you were annoying were wrong. You bit your lip. You did not deny to yourself that you were expecting to hear his answer.

“I will.” He replied with such determination and resolution as he looked at you. Your heart throbbed, you saw how much he wanted to fix things right with you and you didn’t know how to feel. Glad? Happy? But you also felt upset at yourself because you almost wanted to smile just because of that and it felt like you were too easy in forgiving him even though he hurt you so much. You quickly dismissed the confusing feelings down and when Abuela gave you the empanadas, you hurriedly slipped some bills while you took the food and almost ran off.

But everything would have to come to an end, including this avoidance of yours of him. You sorted out your thoughts, and your feelings, each day as you avoided him like a plague after numerous encounters because you feared that if you saw him one more time, you would burst out and say things that you didn’t mean like he did.

On the day that you decided to finally stop everything and just talk to him, you were beaten to it by Miguel. You were looking through the windows in the building and stared at the beautiful blue skies and the white clouds that decorated it. The flying cars and the mega train running vertically were like the birds and the beam of sunlight back in your home and you were reminded of the differences you and Miguel had.

“[Name],” his voice was so soft, so unlike the tone he had the day he yelled at you. You admit you had gotten comfortable with the pain you felt since that day that you still wanted to evade his gazes and attempts to reach out to you. But the rational part of you, the one that grew from the pain, knew you had to meet his eyes this time. To let him reach you this time. And so you did. You looked at him, you looked at his eyes that were looking at you so desperately, so hesitatingly.

“Can we talk, please? Just the two of us,” he said but to you, it felt like he pleaded with the way his eyebrows furrowed and his jaw was clenched, awaiting your words that seemed like it would decide his fate.

“Okay,” you breathed out and he did too. The crease on his forehead slowly thinned out and his shoulders moved back. You knew that if someone different saw Miguel like this, they would think he was normal and that he wasn’t acting differently. But you knew better. Despite the tough shell he portrayed, there was a man vulnerable just like you. You just had a soft shell.

You two went to his office and the door closed behind you two. He asked Lyla to not let anyone enter for at least a while so nobody would disturb you both. She saw you and waved brightly at you. She then nodded and finally disappeared.

“Before you say anything, can you honestly answer this one question I have? Just one, please,” you asked him, nerves started to creep onto you and you wanted to look away so bad but you have to search for the truth in his eyes. You have to know his answer to your question.

“Sure, yes. I’ll be honest, I swear.” He promised you.

“Did you ever really think I was annoying? That all I do was nothing but cause trouble for you?”

“Never.”

“Liar.” You were disappointed. You were not as stupid and oblivious as others thought of you. There was a part of yourself that knew that you were bothering them. That you were bothering him. But you couldn’t help it. You cared for him and if talking too much, if bothering him would make him distracted from the grief and the pain he had from Gabriella then you would gladly do it.

“No, I wasn’t lying, [Name]—” you looked away. He couldn’t even be honest with you. Were you that unworthy of honesty? That was all you had asked. You clenched your fist and let your nails dig into your palm. “Listen to me, please.”

You start to walk away.

“[Name], por favor,”

You were nearing the exit.

“I— fuck it, yes! I didn’t like you because you were so annoying. I hated you.” You immediately looked back at him. Disbelief was obvious in your face and tears fell from your eyes. You felt a sense of betrayal at this. If he hated me so much, then why did he let me so close to him? Were you just a show to him? Were you entertaining? He was approaching you and strength had left your legs from the shock at what he said but you remained still.

“I hated the way you talked so much I felt like I was losing a part of myself because I wanted to know more about you and listen to you talk. I hated the way you know so much about me. I felt like you could see through me and I was so scared that you would hate me if you knew what I truly am. I hated the way you cared for me like no other because I cared for you too and I was so terrified to lose you too. I hated the way you’re so reckless, you don’t care if you get hurt as long as it’s for others.” He stopped in front of you and tears were also coming out from his eyes. “I hated the way you captured my whole attention whenever you’re there by my side because I can’t look at anything else anymore. I can’t work properly anymore. I can’t think properly anymore and– and I, oh fuck.”

What?

“You’re so annoying because you distract me so much. I hated you because I fell for you and you’re all I could think about and I just don’t know anymore,” he shakily breathed out. His figure was so big but at this moment, you felt like he was so small. His tears ran continuously like a furious stream and you were sure yours were too.

“When you left, it didn’t feel right anymore. I missed you talking to me. I missed you eating my food. I missed you annoying me. I missed you so much it hurts.” His voice turned hoarse and you finally moved. You caressed your hand on his cheeks and he leaned his face against your touch. “Lo siento, [Name]. I really am. Es la verdad, por favor créeme. Por favor…”

“Are you stupid? Why didn’t you tell me?” you cried out as you wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him tight. But you couldn’t really blame him. Because he was the same as you. Despite his flying cars and vertical running train and your birds and beam of sunlight, there was still the same blue sky and white clouds. Despite his tough shell and your soft one, you two were just as vulnerable as the other.

“I’m sorry, don’t hate me please…” he croaked out and gripped onto your suit tight. You leaned back a bit to hold his face in your palms. His face was wet, his hair was a mess, and he looked so haggard. You lean your forehead against his.

“I don’t, I promise. I could never hate you and I hate you for it as well,” you giggled amidst your tears.

Really, he was such a stupid man and you were so annoying.

tag-list: (i'm sorry if i wasn't able to tag you!) @nxrdamp @um-well @nanasdumbworld @myconglomerateromance @sleepyamaya @harlekin6 @bittersw33t-lotus @saturnknows @miggyoharaswife @innergardentoadpony @asobriquet @mimooyi @misscaller06 @sciencethot @vainillasmil157 @just-a-mothboi @katsukiswrld @zukiizuks @cumbermovels @bigmood-myman @momos-peaches @lunrai @saint-chlorine @themoonsaynotocircus @deputy-videogamer @brittney69 @armins-ocean-seashell @galadrien02 @ranp01 @witherfag @eileen201804 @daryldixonh0e @chinglewingledingledong @mystar-girl57 @lorarri @poopoobuttsy @scarletsloveletter @mimimarvelingmarvel @tfygcdy @skulfan1 @roryrose327 @gamersansblog

#blue writes! ✧˖*°࿐#spiderverse 2 #across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderman 2099 #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #atsv angst

10K notes · View notes

churipu · 3 months

Text

STRAIGHT TO VOICEMAIL 𓆝 ⋆｡𖦹°‧

ִ ࣪𖤐 featuring. gojo satoru

ִ ࣪𖤐 warnings. cursing, mentions of death, gojo being sad and angry, 2006 gojo geto shoko.

note. for some reason i feel angsty today and i just saw this prompt on pin, just had to write it lol.

gojo has never loathed himself more than when he missed your call — your very last call.

"i could've fuckin' saved them, suguru." gojo blankly stared at the ceiling, his head thrown back onto the couch's rest; he was conflicted, he didn't know what to do. it was as if his motoric abilities had just stopped all of a sudden.

"satoru . . ."

"i could've fuckin' saved y/n." the white haired male mumbled out, his face scrunching in frustration.

gojo has dealt with death. a lot. the concept of death isn't a stranger to him anymore, not in this world — and to think that he'd actually be alive to experience deaths of his loved ones, thinking he could have done so much more made him hate himself.

god, gojo hated crying in front of other people. the aura in the room was palpable. nobody spoke —nobody dared to speak— and the only sound resounding was the vague ticking belonging to the clock hanging on the wall.

"i could've fuckin' saved them," the male repeated for the third time, his voice breaking that he had to inhale sharply to stop himself from breaking down right there.

gojo pushed himself up, placing his palms above his eyes, pressing down on them harshly; he lets out a loud sigh, "where the fuck did it all go wrong?"

"y/n was killed in action . . ." god, gojo wanted to rip his hair out when yaga called him in privately to say that. the male had lost count of how many times the statement repeated in his mind.

frankly, it's haunting.

out of all the news he could have received today, he never expected to hear your death lulling into his eardrums. so soon. so many things swirling in his mind all at once that even he, deemed the strongest, felt the sensation of losing. he felt weak.

"hi, 'toru — you're probably busy since my call went straight to voice mail, but 'm just saying . . . i love you, and i miss you. so much." there was a slight pause and your breathing shallowed into the mic, every single detail in your last moments were graved in that file, "'m not sure if . . . i'll be back as soon as i promised, but, i just want you to know that whatever happens. happens."

there was a slight static before your soft voice recoiled back into the mic, "i've never broken any promises to you, but this might be the very first time — and just know that i've never wanted to do this, i fucking hate myself for this," your voice broke slightly, "'m bleeding. a lot. but 'm trying to stop it just like how ieiri taught me. and i think 'm doing shit at it . . . i don't know what happened, and how it happened; but 'm not doing okay."

"i don't want to die, 'toru." you whispered into the mic, hoarse and weak — feeling the life drain out, "i really don't want to die . . . i have so many things i want to do with you, and suguru, and ieiri . . ." you murmur out, inhaling sharply but it all ended up with you coughing out in pain.

"remember that time i said i wanted to open a pet hotel . . ? i don't know if you think i was joking, but i was really serious about opening one," you began to mumble out, all in random directions — none of your words make any sense anymore, and you could barely keep yourself awake.

"i don't want to die, please," you pleaded, desperate for life. no matter what you did at this point — the light inside of you was almost out, and you can't do anything about it, "fuck. i hate this. so much, 'toru."

"i want to see you again. i miss you. i miss you so so much," you softly murmur out, " . . . i love you. i love you so much, satoru."

and everything ended right after. including you.

gojo has never loathed himself more than when he missed your call. your. very. last. call.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo #satoru #gojo angst #jujutsu kaisen angst #jjk angst #gojo satoru angst #gojo x reader #satoru x reader #angst

2K notes · View notes