#also hi student loan! bye student loan!

[anton-luvr]

hii! i actually have a new riize fic blog myself but i thought it'd be fun to req you hehe, i love your stuff so far! <3 can i please request a college!au with swim team captain!anton teaching fem!reader how to gain confidence in the pool? she's not a strong swimmer but she wants to learn, and who better than the captain of the swim team with his reputation for being kind and understanding in his lessons? plus, he's super cute, it's no wonder he's so popular despite his shy personality~

in case you'd like to be moots or check out my blog, my riize user is antoniefic !

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𖦹 swim team captain!anton x fem!reader | fluff | college au 𖦹 note ; ahhh tysm!! this is so cute… this is also perhaps the longest fic i've ever written so enjoy!! + reqs are opennn

If you had to swim another lap, you think you were going to pass out.

“Okay, no more,” you gasped to your best friend, Sungchan, as you clambered out of the pool. “50 laps are too much.”

Sungchan frowns in response, looming over your panting figure with his hands planted on his hips. “If you keep giving up like this, you’re not gonna win the competition y’know.” he tuts. “You still need to work on your form too.”

You groaned, rolling over to get up from the hard tiled floor.

“I kinda don’t care ‘Chan.” you sighed, picking up a towel to dry off.

Your best friend scoffs, whacking you lightly on your exposed shoulder. “Don’t care?” he echoed. “Your scholarship is at risk here. It’s either you win the competition or enslave yourself to years of student loan debt.” he continues dramatically.

You grit your teeth at his comment, knowing that he’s unfortunately right.

Opening your mouth to attempt a witty retort, you’re interrupted by Sungchan’s sudden shout.

“Anton! Anton, over here!” he shrieks.

Anton?

He was known all over campus as the college’s swim team’s captain.

As the proud owner of countless medals, trophies, and certificates, swimming competitions weren’t the only things Anton won.

His signature shy smile was something girls talked about almost every day, giggling and swooning whenever he strode past lecture rooms effortlessly cool.

Not just that, he was well-known amongst teachers for his A* grades and respectful demeanor.

“Anton, meet Y/N. Y/N, meet Anton.” Sungchan chirps, tugging the popular boy towards the both of you.

“Nice to meet you.” he says softly, respectfully sticking his hand out for a shake.

“Hi.” you greet back flatly, too tired to really care at the moment.

“So,” Sungchan starts, throwing an arm around Anton’s shoulders. “I’m sure you know about the swimming scholarship event that’s being held next month, right? The one that’s going to be held here.”

Anton nods, his eyes sparkling with curiosity and confusion.

“Yeah, why?”

Sungchan chuckles at this, now throwing his other arm around you. “Well, my friend Y/N here needs that scholarship. But she’s also not the best at swimming. So I was wondering if you could help her out.” he says nonchalantly.

You’re flabbergasted, staring morbidly at Sungchan.

“Um, sure.” Anton replies, smiling. “I don’t mind.”

“Wait, no I didn’t agree to this I don’t really need help on my swimm-“

“Okay, fantastic! I’ll see the both of you here every day after classes. Bye!” Sungchan cheers, cutting off your rambling. You don’t even get the chance to say goodbye to Anton as Sungchan pulls you away with him to the locker rooms.

“Bro, what was that all about?” you sputter in disbelief. “I’m already bad at swimming, I can’t ask someone that talented to waste their time trying to help me!”

Sungchan mimics you talking, picking up your duffel bag and throwing it at you.

“He already agreed, so don’t worry. Now go and shower and change, and we can talk about it over tacos. I’m starving.” he complains, sassily walking out of the locker room.

You groan, resting your forehead against the wall.

What did your best friend just get you into?

Staying true to his word, Anton would show up at the swimming arena every day after classes.

Today was no different as the two of you treaded through the pool.

"You need to remember to keep your legs together and straight when you kick, or else you'll mess up your form really quickly." Anton says, using his fingers to visualize it for you.

"Alright, go ahead and try it again. I'll be right behind you to check your form." he assures.

You nod, taking a deep breath.

With a few seconds to prepare yourself, you push yourself off the wall of the pool and start swimming.

All the noise of the swimming arena drowns out as it becomes just you and the water. You try to keep Anton's words in mind as you swim your way through, your legs propelling you through the crystal clear water.

"How was that?" you ask, catching your breath when you resurface at the end of the pool.

Anton runs a hand through his wet hair, shaking his head. "There's improvement, but you still need to straighten them more. You can't swim as fast as I know you can if you don't." he sighs.

Maybe it was because you were more tired today, but his words pierced a bit at your heart. Tears fill in your eyes as a sense of hopelessness and exasperation pounds at your heart.

"I'm trying," you mumble, sniffling. "I just can't do it."

Anton's pretty eyes widen when he hears your sniffle, quick to move closer to you. "Are you crying?" he asks, concerned.

"No, I'm laughing." you snap sarcastically, turning away from him to hide your tears.

"Hey," he calls softly, turning you to face him. "It's fine. We still have time to improve. And practice makes perfect! I'm sure you'll get it by the time of the competition."

"But what if I don't?" you ask weakly.

Anton shushes you immediately. "Y/N, you got this. The first step to winning is to believe in yourself. Maybe you don't believe in yourself, but I do. I know you got this."

Your heart melts when you look up to see how sincere he's looking at you, eyes full of genuine care and concern.

"Thank you." you mumble, wiping your tears away.

Anton grins, hugging you. "Don't give up. I know you can win this." he says, rubbing your shoulder.

You smile at his words, nodding. "You sound like those... motivational life coaches." you joke.

Anton chuckles, rolling his eyes. "You're welcome then."

"Hey, keep swimming!" Sungchan hollers from the chairs, looking like an upper-class mom with sunglasses perched on his nose and his arms folded. "The competition is in a week!"

Both you and Anton burst out laughing at this, the curly haired boy treading backwards away from you.

"Okay, another lap! Remember, keep your legs straight and believe in yourself!" he calls.

You flash him a thumbs up, taking deep breaths.

And with that, you dive right back into the water.

Embraced by the peace of the water, you can't help but think about how much closer you became with Anton over the past few weeks.

From shy 'good jobs!' to dinners together after practices, he was truly as nice as people said he was.

You're pulled out of your thoughts when the dark blue wall of the swimming pool comes into view, signalling the end of your lap. Resurfacing, you pull yourself out of the pool.

"So? How was that?"

This time around, Anton looks at you with a stunned face.

"What?" you asked, laughing awkwardly.

"Did you just become The Flash or something?" he questions, dumbfounded. "You swam so fast! And your legs were totally straight the entire time! You did it!" he squeals excitedly.

For a moment, you suspect Anton's lying, but Sungchan running over to you while cheering assures you that he's not.

"Only two minutes! That's almost college record timing!" he screams in disbelief, squeezing you in a hug.

You'd hug Sungchan back, but he pulls away, disgusted. "Oh ew, chlorine water on my t-shirt!" he whines.

You giggle at this, turning back to face Anton.

He's laughing too, and your heart skips a beat at the sight. His bright eyes curved into crescents, a soft glow on his pink cheeks while water dripped off his slicked back hair.

"Do it again!" Sungchan urges you. "If you get two minutes again, I'll treat you to sushi, promise."

You raise an eyebrow, eyeing him suspiciously. "You better keep your promise." you threaten.

"Because she'll definitely get two minutes again." Anton adds on, his hand stretched out for you to get back into the pool.

God, he was so sweet.

Taking his hand, a wave of newfound determination and hope washes over you.

You got this.

Game day came sooner than you could imagine.

"Come on," Sungchan screeches, excitedly waving around a sign that had your name printed on it. "Swim faster!"

Anton sat beside him, nervously biting his lip as he watched you glide across the swimming pool.

The girl beside you was going slightly faster, threading through the water with perfect form.

Time was closing in fast, and if you managed to swim faster than her by around two seconds, the scholarship would be yours immediately.

The crowd roared in nervous excitement as you caught up to her, now only a mere ten meters away from the endpoint.

Down in the water, your mind raced with thoughts about Anton. He worked so hard to help you; you couldn't let him down now.

So with one more kick and a surge of adrenaline, you pushed forward and swam faster - hitting the end of the pool almost immediately.

Screams and cheers flood your ears the moment you resurface, and when you see no one out of the pool yet, you let out your own scream of joy.

You won; the scholarship was all yours.

You've barely gotten out of the pool when college officials rush up to you, congratulating you and wrapping a towel around you.

"We have a winner!" you hear the emcee announce. "Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the annual swimming scholarship! Contestant two!"

The crowd cheers for you, and you see Anton cheering along amongst the crowd, happily jumping up and down.

"I knew you could do it!" He mouths to you, beaming.

A warm and unfamiliar feeling settles in your heart as you smile back, waving.

"Coming through! Make way for the winner!" Sungchan announces loudly, shoving his way through the crowd. You and Anton follow after him, giggling.

Sunlight hugs your body the moment you step out of the swimming arena, but it doesn't feel as warm as Anton's arm that was around your shoulders.

"I'm so happy for you!" he gushes, excitedly skipping his way to Sungchan's car. "It's all thanks to you, honestly." you laugh, slightly embarrassed.

Anton clicks his tongue, waving his finger 'no' at you.

"You believed in yourself," he says. "That's why you could win. And you took the initiative to try to win, so you should thank yourself, really."

"Hey, where's my thank you?" Sungchan scoffed as all of you got into his car.

"Thank you." you laugh, buckling up.

"But seriously," Anton says, slipping his hand into yours. "You need to thank yourself. I'm glad I got to teach you."

Your cheeks warm at his words, and you grin as you squeeze his hand.

"And I'm glad I got to meet you."

© anton-luvr, 2023.

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[beardedmrbean]

Like you, I'm in my mid 40s and graduated in the 90s. My youngest sister is 10 years my junior. Both of us knew the deal with student loans. In my case, they weren't needed, but every student in my class, was forced to have a meeting in our junior or early senior year(I can't remember), and all sorts of paying for your education was discussed. Loans, grants, scholarships, etc and their drawbacks. My sister who went to the same school, she was forced into the same meetings as I was. She did a combination of scholarship and loans in the same local university as I went to, as our parents had split and father retired because of the divorce. She knew fully about what she had to pay back and had to think about it. Because of that she became an accountant instead of a pastry chef as she wanted to. If your school isn't going over terms and conditions of loans, why the hell aren't people going over things with their parents about this? There's no excuse as to not knowing what you had to repay and how you would earn the money to do it

Some parents don't know, especially in the mid 90's they're going to be a lot of the ones that finished college before the department of education was born and the federal student loan programs opened the door to schools jacking up rates and offering worthless degrees so they could get more students in the door that would be paying those jacked up rates.

We in the mid 80's to mid 90's range (aka Gen-X) got screwed a bit but not so bad as kids are now, the whole 'going to college is how you get a good job and a good life' thing was still pretty true, but the white collar market is flooded now and decades of disdain thrown on blue collar jobs has not only increased wages for them it's made the people doing them really old since there's not enough replacements.

Good old days of getting your GED and getting a "union" job in a factory moving boxes from one wall to the next, or bolting parts together at the local auto assembly plant went bye bye, robots killed that off.

I have my own theories about possible reasons why wage stagnation has gotten ass bad as it has, probably get me chased out of town with torches and pitchforks if I stated them terribly publicly @thepromiscuousfinger knows what it is, it's one when you think about it for a bit it might start to make sense in a weirdly obvious way.

still centers on greed, but the methodology is different

Tangent over

Ya they really had the whole school assembly thing and we had a few people who's job it was to help us navigate the world of scholarships, grants and loans.

Not sure if they do that anymore, money for that might be getting funneled in places where it's not going to do any good like DEI training for staff.

There's a few different paradox's when it comes to claims of that all being predatory and different issues dealing with how they're handed out, but in the end you signed the papers so you probably should have read them better than you did.

Also SLF does exist, brother's gonna have 1/4 million less debt in a few more years from getting his law degree, bonus of going into civil service.

Paycheque may be bigger in the private sector, but you still have that bill hanging over your head.

Really need more people to go into the trades too, 2 year program, short apprenticeship, and if you're in the right place 75 grand a year as a welder or electrician or plumber or some other job that people don't believe you have when you pull up in your fancy sports car.

#anonymous

[khaleesiofalicante]

"The problem of pain is that I cannot feel my father's, and he cannot feel mine. This, I suppose, is also the essential mercy of pain." -Eula Bids.

He looks serious and soft and mischievous and beautiful. Alec wants to marry him yesterday. 💙💙💙💙💙

Magnus with cats is my reason to live<3333 Also I will make an official request for Magnus to name all my pets pls🥺

I smell problems... Well, fuck.

Student loans are fucking insane!!! How the fuck do people do it?!?!

Ok, but the fact that Robert asked for Magnus opinion about this... ✨YES✨

I love you. And I will do everything in my power to hold onto that love. See... That’s kinda the thing...

FUCK YOU CAMILLE!!I HATE YOU!!

Rafael making future plans with Anjali🥺🥺😭😭

He is just Rafael. But he knows someone like him will never be defined by his first name. Only his last. not crying over this :)) it is all ok :))

And unlike Rafael, who is a creature that adapts, Bapak is a creature that migrates. Have I mentioned how much I fucking love metaphors?!?! ✨wow✨

I know Max is always a mood, but Rafael?? Holy shit that boy hits too close to my heart. MOOD AS FUCK🥺

"But if you start doing things just because you can, you will never know when to stop.” Alastair is so wise and sexy ngl.

Now the eating thing makes sense....

I FUCKING KNEW IT!! ALEC WAS THE ONE THAT ASKED HIM TO DO IT!! HOLY FUCK THIS SCENE?!? HEARTBREAKING💔

“Don’t make me. Please don’t make me,” Rafael cries. “Daddy. Please don’t make me do this.” Him speaking in spanish and asking him not to do it. No me puedes hacer esto y esperar que este bien!! Voy a estar pensando en esta escena 24/7 😭😭😭

God that was just so much pressure on him!! And too many expectations!! He is a kid!! Can I kidnapp him and just keep him safe from everything and everyone????

No, you dont undestand. I was sitting next to my father trying not to cry bc if this and I didn’t succeed huh!!! 😭😭😭

"Help me keep my Magnus safe.” FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK-

That being the reason Alec didn't let him move to London. I AM NOT OK *SCREAMING INTENSIFIES*

Max talks too much. Rafael doesn’t talk enough. No but the way this is literally my sister and me jdhdkndkd (I am Rafe 100%)

Catarina is wise and beautiful!! I'm love her!! 💙

Fish Alec and Max are everything that is right in this chapter, I dont make the rules😌

The fact that even if he is drunk, he still has a solution and he does it by himself is making me emo ok?!?!

Is this what it’s like for all parents? To helplessly watch your children turn into a mini version of yourself? I'm not FINE 😭😭

If your child is scared to show you their pain, then you have failed. THIS>>>

The list halfway done omfg🙂

FUCKING FUCK. THIS SCENE OMFG. I'm not even angry at Rafael bc that boy has finally blow up and it was just a matter of time...

"He can decide he wants sole custody. Let’s just all accommodate whatever the fuck he wants. Max can fuck his own cousin and you would just-" I leight screamed at this. is he wrong?? Not about the cousin thing tho, I wont allow Mavid slander!! 😤

“You haven’t been my father in a very long time,” Rafael repeats in a whisper. “And I have been everything to you." 💔💔💔💔

NOT MY ROSEWOOD PLEASE I NEED TO DRAW THE ANGST LINE SOMEWHERE KDHDJDJDK

“I have felt anything but like your son,” Rafael cries. “I have felt like I’m your parent. Like I’m your boyfriend. Like I’m your nurse. I’m not any of that, bapak. I’m your son. I’m your fucking son. So, why doesn’t it feel like that?” THIS PAIN BUT HE RIGHT. MAGNUS FAULT? NO. BUT THIS BOY HAS BEEN CARRYING TOO MUCH!!!

"Fuck. Fuck, bapak. I don’t even know. Nobody ever asks me what I want. Now I don’t fucking know anymore.” I'm dead. bye😭

“I wish I hadn’t found you.” The tears fall then. “I wish I hadn’t found dad in Buenos Aires,” Rafael says, his eyes closed. “I wish I hadn’t found you in your bedroom that day.” NO. FUCK. AHDJDJKDJDK. I AM CRYING AT THIS POINT. PAIN. THATS IT🔪

I dont know what to say other than I loved, loved, loved the angst and pain in this chapter. I could do a whole analysis on this family istg-

Anyway, I'M LOVE THIS ANGSTY HOES BUT HELL IF THEY DONT NEED SOME MORE BRAINCELLS

10000/10 every time I think it cant get any better, you somehow do it...HOW???💚

I have a tiktok for you of Rafe 🥺

#tlnd

[rosiebutler]

ROSARIO “ROSIE” BUTLER.    32  28.   sometimes i wonder if i should be medicated,  if i would feel better just lightly sedated.  the feeling comes so fast and i cannot control it.   i’m on fire but i’m trying not to show it.

STATS.

GENDER/PRONOUNS:   she/her,  ciswoman

OCCUPATION:  manager at lucky lasso,  housewife,  mother

HOBBIES:  shopping,  manicures,  karaoke,  drinking,  horse-riding,  community event planning, gossiping

NOTABLE FEATURES: contracture scars on her back/chest,  upper arm.   discolouration on the right side of her neck/shoulder/face (no texture change + covered with heavy makeup).  hypertrophic scar on hip.   facial dimples,  shoulder dimples.

FC:  priscilla quintana

TIMELINE.

TWs:  fire, sibling death,  body image, perfectionism.

0-7:  A man in love doesn’t see a woman leaving her husband and child for what she is:   a cycle waiting to happen.   Your mother leaves before you can form words and tell her hi.  She doesn’t tell you bye,  either.   Daddy loves you and your older brother enough for two and works that way,  too.

8:  The homocidal flame that ate their rickedy apartment brought a paycheque with it.   Some of it paid for the grafts and surgeries to fix his daughter’s skin (and the biennial follow-ups),  while the rest made them rich.   You and your father,  that is.  Your brother is dead (and it will never be mentioned again).

9-13:  Oblivious peers count your frequent days-off lucky.   You relish in the false spotlight,   but suffer how consistently bodies grow through childhood;   skin grafting is painful and it never seems to end.  Once, people called you beautiful.

14-18:  Beauty is subjective.  It’s also flexible.  Stuff enough tissue paper down your shirt and you’re the classroom envy.  Hundreds are spent on appearance enhancers and daddy’s got plenty and can’t tell you no.  Ugly duckling doesn’t grow into her beauty;   it is made.  Life at the top is glorious and short-lived. The friends you loved and those you claimed to all promised each other a life-long bond.  You never hear from them again.

19:   Your studies land you outside the state,  because the university of california garnered more envy than the local.  What sounded like a good idea (a teaching degree) just made you loathe sticky hands.  Half through it’s completion,  you meet the man you make yourself love and—

20-23:  —you make your husband.  His lawyer position pays off your unfinished student loan and everything that you learned from it;  you try for children.   Everywhere needs a lawyer and Whiskey Flats is where you raise them.  You live in a two-story home,  not an apartment.   Life is good.

24-28 (31):  Then it’s boring.   One girl was manageable.  Two,  and the depression that comes with it— her,  is insufferable.  By chance,   a friend resorts to you as a fill-in for her understaffed jewelry store.   That desperate measure turns into an unexpected (borderline inappropriate) obsession.   A sense of control is found behind the counter and the conversation never ends.  

28 (32):   THE June Watson purchases a store in the center of town.  Even better,  your lucky stars align and she employs you manager.  Working for a beloved,  house-hold name trumps any other piece of information in an introduction:   Rosie Butler,   I work with (for) THE June Watson,  married to a loving husband,  mother of two bright girls.  All those (bitches!) that claimed you peaked in highschool have gone awfully quiet these days.

#fire tw #sibling death tw #body image tw

[dualgreys]

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[dearned]

Man Child

Broke up with an ex cause it was pretty obvious he was dating me for my $$, the fact that I own my own place, have a solid job and good health insurance. All appealing things, and I get that dating someone with all those things is perfectly okay, nothing wrong with wanting someone with a solid foundation.

Problem is, I could tell he didn’t actually like me as a person. Didn’t like spending time with me and that’s not going to work, my dude. You’re going to be miserable the rest of your life married to someone you don’t like? Not on my watch. I ended things.

Then his mom called me asking if I’d let him be my roommate and help find him a job at my work. I was like: “No”. Turns out he got fired and was trying to move back in with her and she didn’t want him. Don’t blame her. I don’t want him either though, why do you think I dumped him for?

Fast forward and a mutual friend messages me letting me know that she saw this dude with a college student. He moved on, that’s cool. That’s some rough age difference, but maybe they can make it work? Turns out dude is still unemployed and is instead living off of student loans he’s taken out while he “continues his education”. Not a good plan.

Also, turns out he’s already asked to move in with this chick and her roommate as they have an apt while they go to school. Roomie’s all “No” and he’s all “You should kick her out and we’ll live together”. Turns out she’s young, naive and dumb, goes for it.

Dude is making the chick pay for half of the cost as well as all of the groceries, he just opens the fridge and eats her food. How do I know this? My friend loves gossip and is screenshotting this chick’s Facebook. She’s angry, she’s not happy and is leaking money supporting this dude.

She gets mad. Dumps him, throws his shit out. It’s her name on the apt, not his, he’s got no rights. Changes the locks, bye bitch. Good for her. Seems she reconciled with her past roomie, things are good.

Today. I get a call from his mom. I don’t answer. I block her number.

#manchild

[forpeterparker]

everything changes | p. parker

summary: on your graduation day, you run into the one that got away.

genre: angst(?), almost lovers!au

pairing: tom!peter parker x reader

word count: 900+ words

a/n: don’t mind me, i’m just in my feelings. also, this doesn’t correlate with the movies. i just like using peter as a character :D for example, i mention a harry and it’s not harry osborn or anything LOL. idk if i like this...

And just like that, you finished another life milestone. After countless all-nighters, hours of studying, and many cups of coffee, you finally made it. You graduated from college.

While walking out of the venue, many thoughts were racing your head. When do you start paying back student loans again? Where were your parents taking you out to celebrate? Did all your siblings come to the ceremony? How were you going to find your family in a sea of people? What the hell were you going to do for the rest of your life?

You managed to walk outside and you were right. There were a ton of people. There was absolutely no way you were gonna find your family without some sort of direction.

You checked your phone and saw multiple texts from the family group chat.

Family

Dad: We’re so proud of you!

Mom: Call us when you’re out of the stadium! We need to take pictures so I can post them on Facebook!

Brother: *Attachment: 1 Image* Haha it looks like you’re picking your nose in this picture

Brother 2.0: Y/N, were you actually picking your nose? That’s nasty dude

Y/N: Disrespectfully, shut up

After sending the text message, you dialed your mom’s phone number while beginning to walk down the long flight of outdoor stairs.

“Hello? Mom, where are you guys?”

“Honey, we’re near the trees.”

“Mom, there are trees everywhere.”

“We’re near the main parking lot. There’s a white tent here.”

Stopping in your tracks, you squinted while looking into the distance.

“Okay, that’s useful. I think I see the tent, but it might take me awhile since it’s pretty far.”

“Okay, we’ll see you soon. Bye.”

Reaching the bottom of the steps, you ran into one of your good friends, Harry.

“Y/N!” he shouted while waving his hands.

“Harry! We finally did it!” you ran towards him and embraced him in a hug.

He broke away from the hug and held your hands, “I know. I’m so proud of you. Of us. We should make plans for the summer!”

“Yeah! Of course. Listen, I still have to go find my family. I’ll text you later, yeah?” you let go of his hands and started walking away.

“No problem! See you soon, babe!”

You laughed at the nickname.

It brought you back to your second year of college when you guys were fake dating because an awfully annoying and persistent girl wouldn’t leave him alone. Harry had to beg, knees on the floor and everything, for you to be his fake girlfriend. You finally agreed, but only if he agreed to buy you food every time he told the annoying girl that you and him were going on a date. The fake dating lasted nearly a year, but surprisingly, it solidified your friendship with him.

“C-congratulations, Y/N.” The voice didn’t belong to Harry, but it didn’t belong to a stranger either. You knew this voice.

You turned around and locked eyes with him. The person who was your high school best friend. The person who you studied and watched a movie with every Saturday night. The person who you fell in love with. The person who you envisioned you would spend the rest of your life with.

You cleared your throat and managed to put a smile on your face, “Thank you, Peter. How long has it been since we’ve seen each other?”

“Three years.” he replied, a little too quick.

Three years since you found out. Three years since you went to Aunt May’s apartment to hang out with Peter while you guys were on winter break. Three years since she asked, “Peter didn’t tell you?”

What Peter didn’t tell you was that he was transferring to MIT for the spring semester. He had to leave early to attend orientation and move into his dorm.

“Wow. It’s been awhile. Are you here for Ned? I haven’t seen him since before the ceremony, but I’m sure he’s around here somewhere.”

“Yeah, I’m here for Ned–”

“Peter? Babe, where are you? There you are!”

Before you knew it, a familiar tall girl interlocked hands with Peter, but you didn’t know who she was. You quickly teared your eyes away from Peter’s gaze to look at their hands before looking at her.

“Y/N, this is my girlfriend, MJ. She also went to Midtown, but I don’t think you guys knew each other.”

Your smile slightly falls, but you force yourself to smile more before reaching your hand out. “I’m Y/N. I used to be friends with Peter back in high school. I knew you looked familiar when I saw you just now, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. By the way, you’re absolutely gorgeous. I can’t believe you’re with Parker over here. It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too, Y/N. Thank you, but I can’t believe how he ended up with me. It’s so crazy that we both were from Midtown and I just happened to run into him at orientation. ” she smiles back at you.

It makes your heart ache to see that the boy you loved ended up with someone so sweet. Someone who wasn’t you.

“Well, I should probably let you guys go find Ned and I still need to find my–”

“We should meet up and catch up sometime.” Peter cut you off.

You wanted to tell Peter everything and nothing at all. You wanted to talk to him and have it be like old times, but you knew it wouldn’t be like that. You were at different points in your life. You were far from being in his life and it was because of what he did. He didn’t deserve to know about you and how your life was now. He lost the opportunity to when he left you behind.

This time, you put a genuine smile on your face. “Maybe. I’ll see you around, Peter.”

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x yn #peter parker imagine #spiderman #spiderman x reader #spiderman x y/n #spiderman imagine #tom!peter parker #tom!spiderman #tom holland x reader #tom holland

[gothhisoka]

𝑨 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒀𝒐𝒓𝒌𝑵𝒆𝒘

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Pairing: Chrollo x fem!reader

Tags: College AU, rich Chrollo, Gossip Girl vibes, this is my first draft so sorry about the errors

Word count: 4.8k

Summary: The infamous October party is all the talk at YorkNew University. It takes place at a huge penthouse in the heart of the city, owned by a mysterious man that few know the true identity of.

You attend the party just having entered your freshman year. There, you meet all sorts of people. But one, in particular, intrigues you the most. His name is Chrollo Lucilfer. He is an expensive suit-wearing, whisky-smelling, suspiciously rich graduate student.

And you are going to try to get him to dance.

Warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+, Do not drink underage. You should not use any of the actions displayed in the following story as examples for your own life.

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Chapter 1/?

As you walked through the streets of YorkNew City you felt gusts of wind push past you so strongly that they nearly knocked you over. It was already miserable to be outside, and it was only October. The sky was growing dark, the city growing brighter. Fall decorations adorned the buildings you passed. The Southernpiece Auction House looked the most magnificent of them all– with bright colored lights trailing the pathway and walls.

No time to wonder at your surroundings, you thought. You would have four more years to gawk at the city. You pulled your scarf tighter around you as you walked faster. Although you looked cute in your tights, it was definitely not the appropriate clothing choice for this weather.

Your decision to go to YNU seemed perfect in every way. It was one of the top schools in YorkNew and was in the heart of the city. Unfortunately, you failed to realize that the wind would be whipping for three-quarters of the year.

While it wasn’t the biggest “party school,” there was a single big party in October held by one of the fraternities. That party was the one you happened to be heading to right now. Everyone knew of it and talked about it non-stop. You were reluctant to attend. You hadn’t had many real party experiences at high school. For the most part, they consisted of sitting around drinking cheap beer while your classmates humiliated themselves. Your friends had high hopes for this one, though.

For one, it appeared to be in the penthouse of a high-rise building. You checked your phone to see if the location matched the one on your map. This wasn’t the frat house you had been expecting. Although your and the system’s arrows matched, you really couldn’t trust your directional skills, anyway.

Your hands were near frozen, but you managed to press the call button on your friends’ contact.

“Hey Canary?” you don’t hear her reply as music floods through your phone speaker. Seconds later, it becomes quieter, signaling she moved into another room.

“Hey, it’s absolutely crazy up here, sorry.”

You ask her about the address, and she confirms it. She tells you her location at the party so you can find her later. She hangs up before you can say bye or express more of your listless anxieties. Why were you so worried? You had Canary and Amane and… well, you didn’t know many others. And of course Canary and Amane would be all over each other so really you had no one. That was a valid source of anxiety, was it not?

Either way, you needed to step into the building to escape the cold. Perhaps after you warmed up you could make your escape. I knew this was a bad idea.

The entryway was already magnificent, with tall arches and marble floors. A fire blazed near a seating area on the opposite wall. You rushed over to find it unoccupied, thank goodness. You sat as close as safely possible and felt the warmth creep back into your body.

Your head cleared a bit, thoughts straightening out into coherency. You were at your first party. Your friends were all up there already, so you wouldn’t need to wait for them awkwardly. Everything would go smoothly as long as–

Just then, a group of around six people entered the hall. You couldn’t help but stare. One was over six feet tall, another shorter than five. And some were unbelievably gorgeous. One of them particularly caught your eye. He was wearing all black, styled in an expensive coat and dress shirt. His hair was black as well, hanging loose around his pale face. Dark eyes looked towards a man at his right. He walked with such an intimidating stride that you nearly hid behind the sofa. Luckily, they didn’t appear to be heading in your direction.

They probably were all college students, why else would they be dressed up at a random apartment on this specific day? The thought sent butterflies to your stomach. If the group really was full of college students, maybe you should be going to that party.

Not to gawk at them or anything. Based on their looks, you could tell that they were the rich YorkNew city elite-type students, not the federal loan international-type student as you were. In other words, they had power and you did not. It was best to avoid these types of people. You knew that much just from living in the city for a couple of months.

The group was still waiting outside of the elevators. You made possibly the stupidest decision that you could’ve at that moment. You rose from your seat and flattened your hair. You then proceeded to trot right over to the elevator, behind the group. You had to go upstairs somehow, and reaching the top floor through the stairs didn’t seem like the ideal choice.

Clearly still distracted by the image of that man’s face that was now tattoed onto your brain, you didn’t even notice when the elevator doors opened. A voice sounded from inside that snapped you out of your daydream.

“There’s enough room if you want to come in…” it was the same man that you noticed from before.

An amused expression shone on his face– it was as if he was trying to hide a smirk. He placed his hand on the elevator door so it wouldn’t close. You noticed thick silver rings on a couple of his fingers. It was clear from his appearance that he was wealthy. Not to mention, his mannerisms had an undertone of superiority. Despite yourself, this only enticed you more. Who was this man?

Apparently, you were about to find out.

A blush rose on your face as you quickly gave him your thanks and scrambled inside the elevator. He stood directly next to you, with his friends on the sides. The sudden closeness made your stomach flip.

“What floor?” he asked, hand hovering above the numbers on the elevator wall.

You checked the keypad although you already knew that you would all be headed to the same place.

You tried not to look at him as you responded. “Same as you.”

“Oh,” he replied simply.

The rest of the ride was accompanied by a rising tension. The girls behind you made the only conversation, talking in low voices to one another. You were grateful when the elevator finally stopped on the top floor. You quickly walked out and made your way to anywhere but where that group was. On a second glance, you could see that the rest of them also had that air of wealth and superiority that the man had. That was definitely not the crowd you wanted to get acquainted with tonight.

Besides the music thumping through the walls and people waiting around the entrance, the hall outside of the elevator looked like it could be in any other apartment building. There was a large rack full of coats and hangers to your right. As you walked through the long hall you took off your coat and scarf, happy to get rid of the bulky clothes.

Going into the party was still nerve-wracking, but your outfit gave you a bit of courage. You chose a black silk minidress that accentuated your curves perfectly. You wore fishnet tights and combat boots to complete the look. You did your makeup to near perfection, with a bold red lip and your signature eyeliner. Needless to say, you were feeling good.

You almost forgot that the group that was still in the hall until you felt their eyes bearing into you. In your peripheral vision, you saw them take off their coats just as you finished hanging yours. Without another moment of hesitation, you walked quickly to the door.

The music grew louder and you grew slightly nauseous. This night has already been far too much. Is it really the best idea to continue on? It was too late to turn back, as you would be turning to face those who you wished to avoid.

So, you opened the door. You were immediately flooded with lights and sounds and people. The interior was huge. You guessed that this single apartment took up the majority of the floor, and apparently the one above it too. A staircase on the right side led to a balcony overlooking the main room. Couches and furniture lined the walls, pushed away to form a space in the middle. From what you could see, the entire back wall consisted of floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city below. If you hadn’t felt so dizzy, you would’ve noticed that the room stunning and grand, unlike any you have seen before.

Students were everywhere, crowding on the couches and the dance floor. You couldn’t make out many faces as the neon lights were dim. You guessed that there were at least seventy people in this room alone.

The music thumped in your bones. You tried to focus on the lines of the song playing instead of your rising panic. “Oh god can you make my heart stop… killshot baby.”

After assessing your surroundings, you made a quick beeline to the kitchen, where Canary said she would be when you called her earlier. The walk was only quick in theory. It took you around five minutes to make your way across the room. It wasn’t the most pleasant experience, weaving through drunk bodies dancing with fervor. You smelt the sweet smell of vape smoke mixed in with the sweat. Heads turned to look at you but you did not look back. Nothing interested you more than finding your friends. Meeting other people could come after you were settled.

You bitterly realized that it had been a bad idea not to come with Canary and Amane an hour earlier. You thought as little time as possible spent there would be ideal, as it was your first time at a college party. Little did you know that arriving late would mean a frantic search for your friends amidst the chaos.

At last, you came upon an opening in the wall that seemed to lead to the kitchen. There were neon lights in there as well, lining the counters and cabinets. White marble countertops glinted underneath bottles of alcohol.

There were significantly fewer people crowded into this tiny space. About fifteen people stood around, drinking and talking with one another over the music. Without thinking, you grab a bottle of beer as you pass by the counter on your way to the other side of the room. There was an empty corner that was calling your name. From there you could observe the faces of the people around you. And possibly get a bit drunk while you were at it. You figured it was the only way you could survive the rest of the night.

As you scanned the faces your heart sank. You didn’t see your friends anywhere. Maybe they already moved to the dancefloor. You take another swig of the beer and pull out your phone.

The dial tone for Canary sounded just as you spotted a familiar face. He was leaning against the wall on the other side of the room with his arms crossed, talking to an attractive red-haired man standing next to him. Your mind was slowly growing hazier, but that didn’t mean you forgot about the man from before.

You quickly averted your eyes. Canary didn’t pick up your call so you decided to text her. All the while you felt your heart begin to thrum. Did that man intimidate you? Or was it just because you thought he was incredibly hot?

You couldn’t say for sure, as you have never felt this way about a person before. He looked older than you, a graduate student perhaps. Anyway, he was far out of your reach in terms of people you could talk to. So, you decided right there and then to stop thinking about him.

You wait a few more minutes for Canary’s response. She doesn’t reply to your text. You grit your teeth and pick up another bottle of beer from the counter. Unfortunately, the bottle opener was nowhere to be seen. Just my luck, you thought. Rather than going without the beer, you pulled out your keys and tried to pry the lid off with your sheer force. But your hand kept slipping and you were beginning to feel a bit embarrassed. You cursed yourself under your breath and looked around to see if anyone noticed your clumsiness.

Accidentally peering towards the wall where the man was before, you notice that he was no longer there. You didn’t know why you cared so much about the opinion of a stranger.

You were about to put the bottle down when you sensed someone next to you. A voice that smelt of whisky and cigarettes spoke, “Need some help there?”

You retracted at the sound and sensation until you noticed who spoke. It was him. You froze, unsure of what to do next. Slowly, your eyes trailed up to his face.

You tried not to stare as you took him in full, now that you were finally face to face. The low neon lights highlighted his strong nose and sharp jawline. His black hair was messily swept from his face, displaying a cross tattoo on his forehead that you hadn’t noticed before. He wore small silver hoops in both ears. Shadows formed across his deep-set eyes as he regarded you, emotionless and still.

He asked you again, pointing to the unopened bottle, “The beer?”

You gave him a nervous laugh, “Oh, yes. I don’t know where the bottle opener went…”

He still stood unusually close to you. Obviously, it was only so that you could hear him better over the loud music. Still, it made your heart flutter. You averted your eyes from his only to see the sleeves of his black dress shirt rolled up, displaying strong arms and hands.

You tried to tell yourself that he was just being nice. And you were making a fool of yourself, just as you were before at the elevator. You knew you had no chance with him, even though a party was a more relaxed environment than most. He would want nothing to do with you after he helped you again. These intimidating upperclassmen were the same.

The man said nothing as he placed the edge of the bottle on the counter, with the cap at the edge. Those beautiful, white marble countertops. Surely he isn’t going to…

With a slam of his palm, the cap came clear off.

“Here,” he said simply.

Why, you wondered, was that so attractive. You couldn’t possibly be getting turned on by the opening of a bottle. Maybe it was only due to the way he did it, displaying his strength so boldly.

He noticed your expression and laughed lightly. “It’s fine, I own the place.”

You couldn’t hide your surprise at his statement. If he was a graduate student, how could he possibly be making enough for this entire place? And you were told it was a frat house, not a single apartment?

A little bit of talking wouldn’t hurt, no matter his status. So you decide to allow the questions to flow. Perhaps the beer was finally loosening your lips and easing your anxiety. You really should’ve been searching for your friends, but it seemed that your body thought differently. Something about the man drew you in. Whether it was his flawless appearance or genuine kindness towards you, you weren’t sure.

“You own this place?” you questioned, leaning a hip on the counter with your beer in hand.

He gave you a small smile, clearly trying to appear humble. “Yes.”

All you managed to say was, “How?”

Was it genuine interest in his face that you saw? Or was he simply happy to boast about his tremendous earnings?

“My company. The dealings bring in solid money, so I decided to purchase this place.” He waved a hand, gesturing towards the general direction of his massive living area.

“Your company? Do you go to YNU?”

He couldn’t be that old to have established his own company. And if he was, surely you would’ve heard about it, as he would be famous. Perhaps he was like many of the other kids at this school, enjoying a trust fund to their name and claiming it all to be their sheer success.

He grabbed a beer from the table and opened it the same way as he did before. He seemed to almost be growing bored of the conversation, needing to drink to distract himself. He became more distant as the small talk continued.

“Yes. I’m in the first year of my graduate program. And you?”

God, those eyes. It was hard to maintain eye contact with him for too long. It felt as if he was simultaneously calculating you as if you were a complex math problem while trying to appear as emotionless as possible.

He was the one who needed calculating. His appearance was already bizarre, with the cross tattoo displayed so boldly on his forehead. But the fact that he was only in his first year of graduate school and already running his own company was too much to comprehend. All you wished for was to know more about this strangely alluring man.

You were about to reply when you heard your name being called from the crowd in the large room. Giggles followed the shout.

Canary and Amane were thrust out of the mass of bodies in the living area. Canary wore a minidress and Amane wore a dress shirt and pants, now significantly disheveled. They were smiling like mad.

Your heart jumped at the sight of them. Finally, you were safe. That was your immediate thought until you saw the stumble in their walks. They were drunk.

Canary slurred your name again. “We’ve missed you! Where were you?”

“I was here in the kitchen, where you told me to wait. Remember?”

Canary and Amane simply gave each other a knowing look and giggled. You had almost forgotten the man who still stood behind you.

“We’ll leave you to it then,” Amane said, making it obvious that she was referencing him.

They were about to leave when you called out. “Wait!”

It wasn’t that you weren’t absolutely entranced by the man and wouldn’t give everything to talk to him for even one more minute, it was just that your friends needed you.

You turned to see the man now farther down the counter, talking to the red-haired man again. He noticed your apologetic look and walked towards you.

“Sorry I have to–”

Your sentence trails off as he looks down on you with a slight smile, arms crossed. You almost want to take a step back, his look too penetrating and revealing.

“What is your name?”

You widened your eyes. He wants to know your name. What were you supposed to make of that?

You give him your name.

“I’m Chrollo,” he replies, sticking his hand out for you to shake as if you were making a business deal. You try to hide your laugh.

He simply smirks back at you as you take his hand. The cold metal of his rings contrasted with the warmth the both of you were emitting. The front of his hand was smooth, with light veins running towards his knuckles. A sign of strength. Moreover, his palm rough. His grip was firm and confident as if he had something he wanted to convey with this handshake. What that was, though, you couldn’t be sure.

You felt a tap on your soldier and knew it was time to go with your friends. You just couldn’t manage to turn away. You already began to think, what if I never see him again? What if he doesn’t want to see me again anyway?

“Nice to meet you, Chrollo,” you said before finally turning your back. You felt his eyes bearing into your back as you left. At least, you hoped it was your back. You weren’t used to the tightness of your dresses’ material and the looks that coupled it.

You silently praise yourself for your unusual boldness toward Chrollo. Maybe you were bold enough to make an impression. An impression was really all you could hope for, at this point. That man was impossible to read.

Before you left the kitchen, Amane held out a small cup for you containing a clear liquid. You hardly hear what she says it is before you knock it back. The taste burns your throat. You figured you would need whatever it was before heading out to the dance floor. Amane and Canary do the same as you (as if they needed it, as drunk as they were).

As Canary grabbed your hand, Chrollo’s name echoed in your mind. Where have you heard it before? You probably could remember if you hadn’t drunk that last shot.

“Who the fuck was that?!” Amane nearly screamed into your ear. You were nearing the main dance floor. The sound was deafening and you felt the thump of music in your bones.

“Chrollo. He owns this place, apparently,” your voice gets lost in the noise.

“WHAT?” Canary yells. You were deep into the mass of people so talking was virtually impossible. There was space to move once you reached the center. It was far enough from the speakers that you could hear fragments of speech from the other people beside you. The sound still bounced off of the tall ceilings, echoing through the large room.

A new song started to play and you began to dance. You, Canary, and Amane danced stupidly, movements sluggish yet wild from the alcohol. It was the most fun you had in a long while. Maybe going to the party wasn’t such a bad idea after all. At that point, the anxiety all but left your body.

After a couple more songs, you decided to try to find your way out of the crowd to take a break. Your body ached with all the movement and sensation. Amane and Canary remained on the floor, although they insisted on following you. It was a slower song, anyway. You couldn’t be caught on the floor with no partner.

At last, after much shoving, you found a wall you could rest against. It just happened to be the wall with the floor-to-ceiling windows. It was far less crowded here. The cold glass felt incredible after the mass of sweat that was the dance floor.

The city lights reflected in the glass

You were close enough to the kitchen to peer through the entrance. When you did so, you couldn’t see Chrollo or his friend. Rather, they were talking to one another next to the kitchen, along the plane of windows.

Suddenly, the glass didn’t feel so cold anymore. You began to heat up just at the sight of him. It was too late by the time you looked away, they had noticed your gaze. Chrollo caught your eyes and your heart skipped a beat. But it wasn’t Chrollo who came over to you. It was his friend. You looked towards the red-haired man with apprehension. This wasn’t middle school, was it? Was Chrollo getting his friend to act as their in-between? No , you told yourself. This sly-looking man is clearly here for something else.

“Hello there,” he said in a sultry tone. He leaned against the window just as you did the same.

His red hair hung loosely around his yellow eyes. He wore a loose dark purple dress shirt and black pants.

Your patience was running out. “Who are you?” And why are you not Chrollo?

“Hisoka. And you must be y/n, right?”

Your eyebrows rose as you nodded. Had Chrollo already mentioned you to Hisoka? What made you worth mentioning? Well, apparently you were about to find out.

“I was wondering, dear, would you dance with me?”

That was unexpected. You turned to face him to observe his expression and the one of the man behind him. Chrollo’s face was bank but his eyes looked stormy as if to issue a warning to Hisoka. Something in Chrollo’s look made you want to accept Hisoka’s offer, just to see his reaction. The slight changes in his expression were endlessly entertaining. If doing something as reckless as dancing with a man you had just met would warrant a change, you would happily oblige.

Hisoka’s smirk vanished as you replied, “Sure.”

Now it was your turn to look smug. Chrollo’s eyes widened slightly but he still remained silent, several feet away with his back against the window. If Hisoka was anyone else, say a person who didn’t radiate his dangerously sexual appetite, perhaps Chrollo would’ve been less surprised.

Although you assuredly gave him your answer, you knew you couldn’t trust this man. His sly expression persisted as he snaked a slender hand across your waist. You didn’t turn to see Chrollo’s expression but you could feel a pair of eyes on your back as you walked away. How unfair it was, that Chrollo always got the last look.

Hisoka led you to an opening on the dance floor that was situated near the staircase. He immediately pulled you to his chest. You gasped at the sudden closeness. You felt his torso with your own, his hardened with muscle. He moved his hands tighter against your waist and you nearly melted into the touch.

You were drunk. He wasn’t who you wanted. But you could easily pretend he was.

You tried to peer back to the spot where Chrollo was standing. It was far too dense and dark to make out any faces besides the one of the man before you.

He wasn’t Chrollo, but he was unquestionably attractive. His sharp features were riddled with confidence. He carried himself as a king would, so self-assured that he was borderline unaware.

The slow song had since ended and a faster one began to sound. You began to feel the rhythm and danced along, Hisoka pulling you closer all the while. Although you were significantly intimidated by Hisoka, it was still fun. You couldn’t tell if either of you was dancing well or making a fool of yourselves. All you knew was sound, movement, and the touch of his body to yours.

After another song or two suddenly Hisoka pulled apart. He wore a malicious expression.

“I have to go,” he said, simply.

He didn’t give you a chance to reply. He waltzed up the stairs to the balcony that you were dancing near. You trailed your eyes to where he stood, hands on the railing talking to the person beside him. It was the blond woman you saw earlier, the one who was with Chrollo’s group…

And next to her was Chrollo. He was holding onto the railing for dear life as if he would fall to his death if he let go. A fear of heights? No, you didn’t think so. Based on his facial expression, he looked almost bitter. You didn’t deem that possible based on his mild mannerism so far. And what reason would he have to be angry?

An idea sparked in your mind. A stupid one, undoubtedly. But Chrollo and his group were far too interesting to ignore for the rest of the night.

It was probably too dark for them to see you amongst the crowd, but you crouched as you moved away anyway. You sensed the tension in their conversation all the way from the floor below. You would wait until Chrollo cooled off a bit and then make your move.

You head back to the kitchen to have another drink. You go for something stronger, a shot of a pale liquid that you didn’t know the name of. Or rather, you were too distracted to care.

You made the perilous journey back to the balcony, dodging limbs and drunken stupors. It was nearing midnight at this point and the crowd was sufficiently rowdy. You think you spot Canary dancing near the back wall, but you couldn’t be sure. You will let her have her own fun tonight since you already found yours.

From below, you could see that Chrollo, Hisoka, and the woman were still leaning against the balcony railing. As you dizzily mounted the steps, you realized that Chrollo looked as perfect and intact as when you first saw him, all those hours ago. He must’ve not danced the whole night, even though it was his own party. How strange. Well, you were about to try and change that.

“Hey,” you said as you waltzed up to Chrollo. There was a bit of a stumble in your step so you quickly made use of the railing.

Chrollo no longer had a death-grip on the bar. He looked at you with a blank face.

“Hello,” he replied.

His friends glared at you so hard that you nearly turned back around. You seem to have interrupted an important conversation.

You lazily move closer to Chrollo and speak under your breath, so that his friends don’t hear, “Want to dance?”

#chrollo fanfic #chrollo x you #chrollo x y/n #chrollo x reader #chrollo smut #chrollo #chrollo lucilfer #chrollo headcanons #hxh chrollo #hunter x hunter fanfiction #hunter x hunter #hxh x reader #hxh scenarios #chrollo angst #phantom troupe #hxh college au

[honklore]

invisible string | dreamwastaken

(requested plot by red string of fate soulmate au, dream is still a streamer, reader has commitment issues, dream just wants someone to love, chat is the best wingman, sapnap and george try but they suck, reader is timid but dream makes them feel brave, taylor swift references, this is not very deep or poetic at all, i don’t like typing y/n so after this i’m going to move to ___)

listen to: invisible string by taylor swift

In kindergarten, red strings were simply a crafting tool, and teachers never mentioned how much pain they would eventually bring.

Because when they appear, from a child’s eighteenth birthday and beyond, they tighten like a godforsaken high school ring that came in one size too small. Like the universe is a child tugging their mother towards the ice cream truck, you’re pulled around central Florida, passes faces you can’t memorize and voices too garbled to hear.

The string knows where you need to go, and when.

And you’re at the park, feeding ducks and trying to ignore that incessant pull that tugs at your pinky, when you hear it.

It’s a voice you know only because it’s a voice that’s been in your house before. At least, through your brother’s tablet screen. Some gamer online — a streamer, with a distinct wheezing laugh that you’d recognize anywhere.

And you do. Behind you.

You risk a small peak, and your heart drops into your chest. He’s tall. Too tall to not intimidate you. And his sandy hair is wavy, curling at the collar of his sweatshirt, falling perfectly into place when he runs his hands through it. When he does, you see it, the red string.

Which means he could see it too. All he’d have to do is turn around.

But you’re not ready. You haven’t been, not since you watched your cousin get rejected on her eighteenth birthday. Since you watched a string of fate get clipped in front of you, like the three fates had finally had enough of your cousin’s happiness.

It was enough to make you curl into yourself, and reject the natural pull set before you. So you run, and you try not to think of what would’ve happened if he saw you before you saw him. You try not to feel the clippers, but the blade feels tangible against your skin.

You don’t stop running until you arrive home.

“Hey chat, just wanted to do a few practice runs and catch up with you guys,” Dream mumbles into the mic, already restarting his game after deciding he didn’t like his seed. The donos begin rolling in, even before Sapnap and George have unmuted, so Dream flits his eyes to the display screen, subconsciously reading along with the text-to-speech voice, “Dream, what if we shared a string of fate? Ahaha, just kidding... unless... love you bestie.”

Dream chuckles, “Actually chat, I felt a tug today! Isn’t that weird? I was actually reading up on what that could mean, and it seems like either my soulmate is in a lot of distress, or they were in my vicinity. I’m hoping, for their sake, it’s the second one. How would you even comfort a soulmate if all you can do is tug on a stupid string?”

“Simp!” George finally unmutes just to be annoying, and Dream knows soulmates are a touchy spot for him, considering he wasn’t given a string on his eighteenth. Which is strange, but not impossible. Of course, chat doesn’t know this, because it would give them more hope of becoming George’s metaphorical soulmate, but it certainly makes for awkward conversations once Dream and Sapnap get into their own soulmate bonds.

“I’m not simping, George!” Dream feels a bit defensive, because he’s genuinely just curious. He has no interest in meeting his soulmate right now. At least, that’s what he tells himself. He has his streams, and his friends, and chat. He’s fine.

[abbywastaken donated $10: dream why don’t you go back to where you felt the pull and see if you feel it again? that’s how i found my soulmate. okay luv u bye.]

“Thanks, Abby. Love you, too. Um, honestly I was in a pretty public place, so I don’t know if they would even come back anytime soon. Also, this is Orlando, right? Tourists are everywhere.”

Sapnap snorts, and Dream thinks it’s funny, since he’s in the other room. “Just say you’re a coward and go.”

“I’m not!” Dream says. “It was just a small pull, okay? It wasn’t even a big deal.”

He feels another lurch when he says that, but this one is in his chest. It taps against his heart, a quick reminder that it beats for someone else, and he needs to watch his words. “Okay, it was a big deal. Sort of. I’ll go tomorrow, okay chat?”

Chat is spamming all types of messages, from encouragement to jealousy. Dream manages to read off a few donos and create his first nether portal of the stream. He answers as they appear, eyes scanning for a fortress. “No, I didn’t see them… I’m not telling you guys where I was, that’s weird… I’m wearing a sweatshirt and jeans… Hi, Sarah and Patrick…”

He trails off as the donos do, and works at getting blaze rods. George is talking about a riddle he just learned, and he’s trying to trick Sapnap into saying something stupid.

Lost in his own thoughts, he finally closes the stream after a hasty goodbye. “What if I missed my chance?” He asks the two boys on the other line.

“It’s a string of fate, Dream,” George says. “You didn’t miss your chance.”

“Maybe they saw how ugly you are and ran away,” Sapnap says, completely joking, but the thought lingers in Dream’s head.

Did they feel the tug, and run away?

You pour cereal for yourself, and when your brother shuffles into the kitchen, you make him a bowl as well.

He’s eleven, and as little brothers go, he’s pretty chill. Aside from the inappropriate jokes and hogging the bathroom when you have to get ready for work, you like hanging around with him.

You pass him his bowl, and he grins. “I’m gonna watch Dream’s new video on the TV, since mom’s not home.”

You furrow your brows. Dream must be one of the dozens of streamers he likes. Maybe one of his friends will be in chat with him, and you will be able to connect a voice to a face. “Can I sit with you?”

He gives you an odd look, and it’s true, you don’t ask to watch videos with him often. “I guess.”

You eat a spoonful of cereal and settle into the couch while he gets everything ready. He clicks on a lime green icon of a little white blob man, and when the first video appears, you’re taken aback by the voice.

That’s the voice you heard. It’s this one, out of all the random men yelling about a block game. It’s Dream.

“Why doesn’t he show his face?” You manage, wanting information about the person that shares your string.

“What?”

“Like, he’s handsome, right? Why doesn’t he have a facecam?”

Your brother snorts. “Handsome? He’s never shown his face, Y/n. Don’t you know who Dream is? He’s like, super famous.”

“Oh.” You think of his golden hair, as sunny and soft as the glow around his entire being. His voice right now, joyous as he gets chased by his friends. “I mean, I don’t keep up with streamers.”

He begins to explain Dream and his friends, along with lore in their role play server, and it’s all interesting enough that you sit and listen, holding on to the little bits of information you can collect about your soulmate.

You file these facts in a secluded corner of your brain and try to make a whole person, along with the hair and the laugh and the intense music he plays as he gets hunted by his friends.

By nightfall, you’re following all of his socials and binge-watching his old streams, holding on to the way he speaks to his friends, and the fond way he replies to donos.

[dreamwastaken is live!]

You click on it, bundled underneath your covers as if someone might see you and find out your secret.

“Hi, chat! I know I was just live yesterday, but I cut it too short and wanted to come talk to you guys.”

He uses his avatar to wave at the screen, and it’s kind of an adorable sight.

[gogysimp donated $25: did you go see your soulmate?]

Your heart stops. Does he know? Did he see you? Or even worse, has he already found someone else, and he just hasn’t severed the tie?

“No!” Dream’s laugh pulls you out of your worries. “I was busy with meetings today, actually. And I was too nervous. Sapnap also refused to come with me, so I’m just going to go another day.”

So he didn’t see you. He just knows you were there.

You click the donate tab before you can stop yourself.

[y/n donated $1: would you reject your soulmate if you didn’t like them?]

Dream mumbles the question, and you try to ignore the way your heart deflates when he skips saying your name. “I don’t think so,” he states plainly. “I mean, logically, a soulmate would be your other half, so I wouldn’t not like them. But I know some people just don’t click, or there are other issues. So, I don’t know. I guess the only thing I can say is that I don’t want to reject them. And I hope they don’t reject me. I mean, imagine finding out your soulmate is a Minecraft Youtuber. That would be pretty weird…”

You giggle to yourself as he trails off and answers another donation. So he’s against rejection. Okay. Maybe you have a chance.

[kyra donated $60: i’m your soulmate.]

“Meet me where you felt the tug, then,” Dream says sassily. “Chat, don’t be weird, okay? I can’t control who my soulmate is, and I don’t want you guys to exclude them if they become a pat of my life.”

Oh, you think. So his chat is vocal about their opinions, and apparently they mean a lot to him. You shiver despite your warm position and imagine how annoying you might seem to his loyal viewers: someone who only knew about him because of their brother.

Insecurity pushes against your chest, so you close the stream and push your phone away, hoping to forget this ever happened, that maybe you won’t have to deal with the inevitable if you don’t think about it.

Yogurt Barn isn’t the first place on your list of dream jobs, but it has decent pay and helps you pay off student loans, so you appreciate it nonetheless. The teal sweatshirt they gave you as a uniform keeps you warm as you scoop the frozen treats.

Your coworker, a girl named Madison, is busy manning the counter, so you check each flavor and refill the ones running empty.

“Can I ask you a question?” Madison met her soulmate, Anna, only days after she got her string. It was a textbook romance, two people meant for each other, no doubt in anyone’s mind. She might be able to help you now. That is, if you can even admit to who your soulmate is.

“What’s up?”

“I felt the tug,” you say, avoiding her eyes in favor of restacking the medium cups.

“No way!” Madison is perky in a way that makes you want to be included. You like this about her. “Did you see them? Did you talk to them?”

“He—” You want to say that the part of him you saw was perfect, enough to keep you up when you should be dreaming. But reality is nothing if not disappointing. “I ran.”

“Y/n…” Madison gives you a stern look — like a mother finding out their child didn’t defrost the chicken in time. “Why would you run?”

“I don’t want to be rejected.” The magenta swirls painted onto the walls are a stark change to the clay sidewalks of the strip mall. “And before you say he wouldn’t… It’s happened to my cousin. It’s possible.”

Madison frowns. “But that can’t be the only reason, right? I mean, we all know someone who has been rejected. It’s usually not the end of the world for them.”

“He’s a famous streamer,” you blurt, and you’re thankful the shop is as empty as it is. Just the words themselves sound fake.

Madison snorts. “Like, gaming? That’s what’s holding you back? He’s a gamer?”

“I don’t care that he’s a gamer!” You hiss. “I care that he has a loyal fanbase who more than likely all want to be his soulmate!”

“You can’t say that for certain,” Madison says. “I mean, everyone knows about the soulmate system. If you watch someone and don’t feel the pull, you know they aren’t your soulmate, right? So why wouldn’t they accept you?”

“I don’t know,” you say. “I’m just scared. I mean, he’s got this huge following and everything and I’m just me. I work in a yogurt shop for goodness’ sake.”

You head into the back to grab more cups, and the bell rings, signaling a new customer.

“Welcome to Yogurt Barn, what can I get for you?” Madison’s customer service voice pricks your ears.

You sift through the boxes to find the smaller cups and listen to the customer’s order. “Can I have a strawberry cone?”

Your string pulls, that same familiar voice filling your head, not on the screen but once again just a few feet away. He’s infiltrating your life, so close you could reach out and touch him, but it’s such a terrifying thought that you set down the cups.

You tear off your apron, and run into the break room to grab a water and calm yourself down.

It’s ten minutes before Madison comes back to find you. “Hey, are you okay? You disappeared.”

You take a deep breath and stare at the poster on the wall. It’s brightly colored, with a walking yogurt cup waving and reminding employees to wash their hands before scooping. “That was him. The guy— the pull— Dream— I can’t— Does he know? Is he following me?”

“It’s okay,” Madison runs her hand down your back. “It’s okay. He isn’t following you. When the pull starts it tends to draw the couple together until they meet. He probably doesn’t know it’s you.”

You nod and take your breaths in gulps. “Okay. Yeah, you’re right. You’re right.”

“Why don’t you go home early, okay?”

Dream is live again.

Fresh out of the shower, you pull a t-shirt over your body and burrow into your blankets. Earbuds in, you try to focus on the sound of his voice, ignoring every ounce of anxiety that’s been riddling your mind.

“Hi, chat. I’m gonna practice speed runs again. I think George is joining soon.”

You open the chat and scroll through the emotes, clicking the ones you like and sending them, just to calm yourself down.

[kylo donated $5: did you find your soulmate?]

Dream laughs. The sound makes your chest tighten with longing. Your fingers ache. “Actually, I went to the place I felt the pull again. I dunno what I was expecting, but they didn’t show up. But after that, I was running some errands and I felt it, chat! I felt the pull again.”

He trails off while his character starts to look for a lava pool. “I feel discouraged but I don’t want to like, chase them, you know? I don’t want to scare them off.”

You click the donation tab again.

[y/n donated $1: maybe your soulmate heard your voice and got scared of you because they watch your videos.]

It’s not the total truth, but it might help him sleep better. You don’t want him to feel discouraged, but you can’t bring yourself to follow the pull.

“That could be a possibility…” Dream crafts a portal and sends his character through. “But I wish I could talk to them. I wish I could tell them that it’s okay. Like, we don’t have to rush into anything.”

[y/n donated $1: They probably wish they could talk to you too]

“Thanks, Y/n.” He sucks in a breath as soon as he says your name. The Minecraft pause screen appears and the sound of a discord call can be heard.

Your heart pounds in your chest. Something about him saying your name just solidified everything. Your arms feel hot and cold all at once, like you’ve just been thrown in a frozen lake. He has to be feeling it too.

“Chat, I gotta go, okay? I’ll try to stream again soon.”

“Hello?” A sleepy voice comes in through Dream’s earbuds.

“George! Their name is Y/n!” Dream is so excited, his voice raising a few octaves as he talks. “Someone donated with that name and I felt like, super weird. I didn’t feel it until I said the name out loud.”

“That’s crazy,” George says, monotone but supportive. “Do you think the dono is actually them?”

“I don’t know,” Dream scrolls through their past donos and quickly screenshots each one. “I mean, they definitely could be.”

He shares the pictures in their group chat.

George hums. “It sounds like they’re trying to tell you how they feel without admitting that it’s them. Where did you say you felt a pull?”

“At the park, and at the yogurt shop down the road.”

“So go there again. Maybe all they need is a little courage. If you feel the pull this time, you should follow it.”

Dream thinks about it for a moment before finally agreeing. He changes the subject to their next jackbox stream, and George is now happily talking about how they’re going to team up against Sapnap.

He goes into Sapnap’s room that night. He sits on his desk chair while Sapnap sits cross legged on his bed, scrolling through his phone. “Do you wanna get frozen yogurt tomorrow? My treat.”

“Hell yeah!”

The new strawberry-lemonade custard is a hit. Not only are the colors aesthetically pleasing for the teenagers who want a nice snapchat story, but there was a promotional coupon in the mail that has people lining up to the door.

“It’s not even that good,” you tell Madison while the two of you are on break. You’re both using a sample spoon to try out the new summer flavors, and in your opinion, strawberry-lemonade isn’t even the best one. “Blood orange is better.”

Madison wrinkles her nose. “No, blue raspberry is best.”

“It’s sour, though,” you say.

“Guys! Break’s over and you’ve got a line!” Your manager stares disapprovingly at the cups of custard the both of you are indulging in.

“We’re coming.” You toss the cup into the trash and walk out, scratching at the sudden itch on your pinky finger.

Pulling on your gloves, you grab a scoop and address the first customer, “Welcome to Yogurt Barn.”

“Hi!”

You still like you’ve been caught stealing on camera. You look up, hand clutching the scoop so tightly you can feel the cold steel through your gloves.

It’s Dream.

It’s him. He’s tall, and his hair is a sunshine blond, dark at the roots and curling beneath his ears. And his freckles… little spots all across his cheeks so endearing that you get a little distracted staring at them.

Then he’s talking, and you have to focus on his jade-green eyes, not his lips, which are a warm pink. “It’s you.”

You blink. Fear strikes your spine and you drop the scoop. “I gotta go.”

“Wait!” Dream calls, just as Madison shouts your name.

You exit out the back door again. Your heart is pounding against your chest, ribs expanding, and all you can hear is the sound of your name coming out of his lips, just last night through a screen.

“Y/n?” Only it’s in front of you, a few feet away, and he’s searching your eyes for any reassurance that you won’t run away again. That you won’t reject him. “That’s your name right?” He keeps talking, a nervous smile flitting across his face. “The donos? That was you?”

You can see the string now, red and blaring, tightening with each step Dream takes. It’s signing off your fate, for better or for worse, and you can’t fathom why he’s trying so hard, why he cares so much.

It’s hot in Florida but you feel cold, chilled to the bone. You straighten up. You figure you owe it to him to look up in the eye.

He leaves you breathless, eyes shining in the sun. “It was me,” you say. “You’re Dream.”

“Clay, actually,” he says. His smile widens, and it’s magnificently bold. He’s triumphant, just from your reply, and that alone gives you the slightest bit of hope.

“Clay,” you say. “I’m— I’m not— I don’t know if I’m ready.”

“You don’t have to be.” Clay is quick to reply, hands open and palms up. It’s a complete surrender — putting it all in your hands. “We don’t have to announce it. We don’t have to be anything at all, if you need time. But I would like to be your friend. If— If that’s okay.”

But you want to be close to him. The draw of your strings pulling each other closer and closer makes you want to wrap your arms around him. If he hasn’t rejected you, maybe you can do this. “I– I want to be more than friends, but I’m terrified of you rejecting me. I’m afraid of the string getting cut.”

Clay set his brows, “I won’t let that happen. We’re connected. Fate, ya know?”

“Yeah,” you breathe, and it’s a sigh of relief. “Okay. Maybe I’ll give you my number?”

“I’ll give you mine!” Clay is animated, holding out his hand for your phone. “That way you can text me when you’re ready.”

The red string shines like gold in the Florida sun, and when your fingertips brush, it burns with a satisfying warmth.

#dreamwastaken x reader #dreamwastaken fluff #dreamwastaken fanfic #dreamwastaken x you #mcyt au #dreamwastaken au #mcyt x reader #mcyt fluff

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Drunk On You- T.H.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: SMUTTTTTT. Please do not read this if you’re under 18. The Smutty part is between this signs: [...] so if you want to skip over the smut, you can, but it won’t make much sense. Also... There’s A LOT of swearing.

Summary: You’re a virgin and you’re drunk so you send a risky DM on instagram.

Word Count: Almost 6k... she’s thicc

A/N: I cannot tell you just how much I enjoyed writing this! It started as a 2 am inspiration punch and then it took me three weeks to finish it. It’s my first time writing smut, so I don’t know if that part’s good, but I like it and I really hope you do too. (Please if you do like it, reblog it so it can be read by more and more people).

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(Gif isn’t mine and I couldn’t track the author, so credits go to the owner)

Fuck this shit, you’re 22 years old, you’re in college and as much as you enjoy leaving fratboys with blue balls in the middle of a party, you need to get this over with. You’re tired of waiting for the “right guy”, if you keep on doing that you’ll end up virgin for your whole fucking life. But where the fuck can you find a guy that’s not gonna judge you for being a sad, drunk virgin in the middle of a tuesday night? Being drunk and alone at your dorm was pathetic enough…

So you scroll through instagram for a while only to find out there’s no right suitor for the job, but in the heat of the moment you notice that Tom Holland, yes the scrawny white boy that looks 12 and plays Spider-man has just posted a shirtless picture and boy, he does not look 12 anymore. So you slide into his DM’s just for the shit and giggles:

“Hey, Tommy boy!

You probably get millions of DMs like this every second of everyday, but fuck, I just wanted to say that you are extremely hot and I am extremely virgin and I’m also drunk, so I thought I’d write you to ask for a massive favor.

Would you have sex with me just to take my virginity away? Ok, thanks.

Bye!

P.S. I think you’re great in your new film.”

And yes, you did press send to that, but of course you don’t even remember writing it in the first place the next morning while getting ready for your 9am class, so your daily routine goes on as normal.

But then, while you’re making your best effort not to fall asleep while your professor talks about some depressed artist that beat his wife and was super sexist, but was somehow excused because he made some decent poem, you hear the unmistakeable ping of your phone, which can only mean that you got a text, so you go to see it, because that is far less rude than falling asleep during class, but you were surely not ready for what was showing on your phone screen.

All air, and life to be honest, left your body for a second, you double checked, and then triple checked and yes… Tom Holland had wrote you on instagram’s direct messages.

“Holy fuck” you only realize you said that out loud when the three people closest you turn to look at you and shush you, but you’re still in shock and still have not opened the message, but maybe it’s not a great idea to open it in front of everybody, specially your professor, so you figure the bathroom will be the best place to do it.

You lock yourself in a stall and sit down, get your phone out, take a deep breath and open the instagram message. My God, you were not expecting what your screen showed:

“Haha, this is too cool to ignore! I happen to be in your area right now… Give me a call and I’ll make it happen ;)”

And yes, his phone number was there too. The phone number of THE Tom Holland! like… WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?! What are the odds of him actually reading your DM? And the odds of him replying? And the odds of TOM MOTHERFUCKING HOLLAND agreeing to be your first time?! Someone up there must be having a good laugh.

But it would be rude to chicken out now, right? One does not simply say no to fuck with a Marvel actor. You gotta do it. It's your holy duty. So you reply with a simple “Looking forward to it” and you get your shit together before returning to your class.

You think about texting him while you walk to grab some lunch, but what do you say to a celebrity that agreed to deflower you?… Wait. Holy shit! You’re actually gonna have sex with Tom Holland! He’s super ripped! And you’re gonna see and feel all his bits and pieces… honestly, your panties got a bit damp just thinking about that. This is gonna be fun.

You decide to shoot the text while waiting for your iced coffee. “Hey, it’s (Y/N) from instagram. Are you serious about the thing? If so, when are you available?”

And that’s when the game begins, cause he replied almost instantly and you decided he’s just another fratboy playing around, so you played along.

“I’m dead serious, babe. I can do it tonight.”

“Nice. That’s how I like it… what time are we talking about?”

“9 ish, maybe 10.”

“Gotta give me an hour… also, it would have to be at yours, cause I live in a dorm that I share with another girl.”

“You could ask her to join…”

“Haha. Nah, this is all for me to enjoy.”

“And you will. 9:30 sounds good for you, babe?

“Perfect.”

“I can pick you up. Send me your location and I’ll go there.”

“Nice. I’m liking it already.”

“You’ll like it even more.”

You go about your day with a stupid smile all day, nervous and excited for what’s gonna happen later. Paying attention to class? What is that? Concentrating on your due projects? You don’t know her. All you can do is think about the things that man might do to you later.

Wait… you gotta shave. Also, should you go buy some nice underwear? It overwhelms you how unprepared you are and you run, abandoning everything you had to do that day to go get ready to have sex with a super hot celebrity.

You shaved, exfoliated, bought nice underwear, picked out a sexy outfit, you even tried to work out a little to look a bit more toned for him. You allowed your most extra self to come and shine, and you definetely enjoyed the process.

“What are you getting ready for? It’s wednesday. I doubt there’s any interesting party. Oh God! Do you have a date?” your roomate asked as soon as she saw you posing a skirt for the mirror when she walked in.

“I think so… I don’t know. I’m gonna meet this guy I met on instagram.” She gave you a corncerned look, but you were definetely not gonna tell her the details, that’s extremely private, it’s rude to tell people about celebrities intimate life, even if it’s with you. He didn’t mention anything about keeping it secret, but it would do a lot of harm to freely go around saying that he likes having sex with fans. It would ruin his privacy completely. At least from your part, you can guarantee no one’s ever gonna find out.

True to your word, you sent him your location an hour before the time you arranged and he called you, yes. HE CALLED YOU at 9:30p.m. on the dot to tell you he was outside and it took you a second to process the call, so much that you couldn’t voice anything more than an “Okay”… that basically ruined your super confident text attitude, and this was over the phone, would you even be able to get inside his car? The nervousness really hit you like a truck the second you hung up the phone, and your roomate noticed, but she didn’t say anything.

After taking a few deep breaths and counting to ten trying to calm yourself down, you get your purse and walk down the hallway and the stairs of the dorms and by the time you get to the main door, your legs are shaking like crazy and your palms are a little sweaty, so you gotta calm down again and remind yourself that this man is just a regular human being and that nothing has to happen if you don’t want to. And just like with tequila shots, you stop thinking and just go for it.

As soon as you see the car, you walk confidently towards it, and as he rolls down the window you can see it really is him, but you don’t let his face tear your confidence down, so you slightly smile and get in the car, it’s an extremely fancy car and you’re sure you’ve never set foot in anything this luxurious, honestly there’s no doubt that the seat your ass is resting on right now could easily be worth your entire college tuition and student loans. Okay, maybe that is an exageration, but it sure looks expensive.

“Hey, nice to finally meet you in person… I’m Tom!” he smiles in a polite and friendly matter, and you can see there’s a hint of nervousness in his smile aswell and that eases you a little because it confirms that he’s just as normal as you are.

“I’m (Y/N), pleasure to meet you. Thank you for agreeing to do this. I know it’s super weird and all, and I was definetely not expecting this outcome when I sent that message last night, but I’m grateful regardless…” you’re rambling, but he doesn’t seem to mind, he looks amused even. When you finally stop talking he drives away and you fall into a slightly uncomfortable silence, until he turns the music on and you recognize the song so you start humming along, and he joins, but other than that, there’s not much talking on the way to the apartment he’s staying at temporarily right now.

The place looks expensive, but it’s also very simply decored, it does look a temporary thing, but it also looks like a place where a single chaotic youn man exploded, so there’s empty beer bottles here and there, clothes literally everywhere and dirty dishes in the sink… but it does smell like cologne, very manly aswell… being at his place sets a whole new level of anxiety, because this is just so intimate. You’re inside his little world, his safe space, and even if it’s just for a brief moment you’re just happy that he agreed to do this with you.

“Do you want anything to drink? I have wine, beer and a spare champagne bottle from the other night… or just water. Please make yourself comfortable, sorry about the mess, I really don’t like cleaning.”

“That’s alright… you should see my dorm during finals week, that’s a whole other level of messy, haha… and wine would be great, thanks.” You’re slowly calming down and trying no to overthink about what’s about to happen and forget about the reputation of the man you’re doing it with, because the fact that he’s famous doesn’t mean he’s less human and maybe glorifying him for his job is a little rude from you. So you sit down in the couch, right next to a thrown blue hoodie, hold on a second… this is the one from Spider-Man: Homecoming, the one with the emblem of the highschool, shit, this is a historical piece of clothing for the cinematic world and you’re sitting right next to it. Shit, there goes all the progress you had made in the last fifteen minutes.

When he comes back with two glasses of wine in one hand and the bottle in the other one, you help him put down the stuff safely because he looks so stressed carrying the things and it is a small funny moment, before he sits down right beside you and it becomes impossible to get your words to come out of your mouth. So he takes the lead.

“Listen, I don’t want you to think I’m some sort of predator, okay? I don’t know why I agreed to do this, but it was not to take advantage of you, so if at any point you feel uncomfortable and you don’t wanna do this anymore, you can just tell me and we’ll call this off, okay.” He puts his hand on you knee to reassure you and it does make you feel better, and you relax into your seat  and just nod a little before speaking.

“Thank you” And it comes out like you’re breathing out in relief, and that’s when he leans in to kiss you and you take a deep breath before corresponding and taking the last step to seal your lips together.

Your mind just goes blank and you forget what you were nervous about in the first place, kissing Tom is not that much different than kissing any other guy, except for the fact that his lips are softer than most guys’, but this one does have to take care of himself, it is literally part of his job and it should not be that surprising that a guy takes basic care for his appearance, but it is nice.

[…]

The kiss moves in a nice rythm and his hands start sliding from your knee to your waist and he pulls you closer to him and your hands find their courage and go to the back of his neck and so you’re also pulling him in, and all you want is to have him closer, as close as you can possibly have him, and when his hand moves down to your ass, you take that as the perfect moment to throw your leg over so you can straddle him and now both of Tom’s hands are on your ass and you grab onto his shoulders for leverage, and just because you need to breathe in properly, you let your lips disconnect and you see him beneath you.

His hand comes up to move your hair out of your face and you stare at each others eyes for a second and it doesn’t feel overwhelming anymore, so you smile at him for a brief moment, but being apart from his lips feels terrible right now so you lean back in and his hand is in your head and he’s pushing you closer to him, and your hands just slide down to his chest, you play with the chain he has on for a second and he smiles into the kiss, but then you move your attention to the buttons of his shirt and start undoing them.

You take your lips to his neck and he becomes super responsive, you find his sensitive spot quite quickly and he moves you closer to him so you feel his lenght rubbing against your core and it makes you go undo the buttons faster, before you know it he’s taking the shirt off and throwing it to the floor, when his hands are free, he takes advantage and lifts your blouse and you put your arms up to give him easy access. You’re glad you rush bought that set of nice underwear, because Tom’s eyes visibly fill with lust at the sight of the barely there lacy piece covering your breasts.

He touches your chest ever so lightly it gives you goosebumps, he traces a path to your breasts but he stops right before getting to them “Can I?” he whispers, looking straight into your eyes, and there’s something so sexy about him seeking your explicit consent, it makes your panties a little wetter, you nod lightly and he goes ahead, tracing the shape of your breasts with his fingers, like he wants to get familiar with them, he takes one of your nipples between his fingers and applies a little preasure on it, and then on the other one, he’s taking his sweet time before cupping them and pressing his lips in the space between them, and your hands respond to that by taking his hair and pulling lightly and he moans into your skin and it makes you shiver.

He keeps leaving wet kisses on your nipples and sucking on sensitive spots and you can swear it will leave marks, but who cares, you’re just over the moon with everything that’s happening and you just want more and more. He takes one hand to your ass again and he holds it tightly, using the other hand he slides to the edge of the couch and just like it’s nothing heavier than an empty box, he stands up, and you gasp because frankly you were not expecting it, he laughs a little and gives you a reassuring smile.

“I just thought we’ll be more comfortable in my room.”

“Okay, then.” You find it so odd that he’s so unbothered while carrying your full weight, like you’re not exactly the lightest woman in the world, but you won’t deny that being so close and personal to his biceps like this, it’s something you could get used to.

He takes you up the stairs, and along the corridor, once you reach the door, he turns the knob but decides to kick the door rather than opening it like a normal person, but you can’t complain because every moves looks hotter than the previous, and when he lays you down on his bed and stays hovering above you, you just can’t handle it and you kiss him again, your legs hug around his bum to bring him closer where you need him and he takes the hint, he pushes your skirt to your stomach and before he does anything else, his seeks your consent “Is this okay?” he asks, “Yes.” you say loud and clear and he rubs his fingers on your core, and it feels good, but your panties feel like a concrete wall, you just need to feel his fingers, his everything all over your body, so you arch your back and unzip the skirt and he pulls it down and throws it to a corner of the room.

He takes a second to look at you in just your underwear and you feel exposed, but he’s looking at you like you’re some sort of Goddess, he kicks his shoes off and goes to undo the button of his jeans, and it looks so slow and you need him now but you watch him and when he slides down the jeans and you can make out the shape of his member. You feel a little overwhelmed with the view in front of you, and you take a moment to take it all in. His face is crowned by (now) very messy curls, his eyes that used to be brown are practically pitch black by both the dim lighting and lust, there’s freckles all over his nose and cheeks, but they’re barely noticeable, his jawline is the most defined you’ve ever been near to, but even though there are a lot of strong features in his face, he looks almost childish and innocent… until you drop your eyes to his chest, that is.

Every single muscle in his chest has some sort of definition, he’s not as ripped as in the movies, but then again, he’s not super dehydrated and over exercised right now, and he still looks more muscular than any guy you know, his abs are defined, there’s a visible V marking the path from his hips to his member and it is stupidly making your mouth water. He has black Calvin Kleins still on, but that’s the last piece of clothing he has on, and the anticipation is killing you.

He takes you by the ankles an pulls you closer to the edge of the bed and he spreads your legs open and gives you a devilish smile before leaning back in to give you a quick yet intense kiss on the lips and he slides down to your neck and chest again, but he keeps making his way down your body towards your bellybutton and it gives you goosebumps everytime he gives you even a peck or a light touch, you’re shivering with every touch.

“Relax, love… if you want me to stop you can just say it, okay?” He says looking up at you and you nod, you breathe in to calm your nerves down, he waits for you, when you’re finally ready you nod at him again, he gives your waist a light squeeze, smiles at you and places a kiss to your stomach and keeps kissing you lower, until one of his hands goes to your thigh while the other teases the waistband of your panties, hooking one finger on it, he starts pulling it down painfully slowly, you lift your bum to make it easier for your panties to leave your body, once Tom strecthes them to throw them to some part of the room, you sit up to take off your bra and he looks intently at you while you do it, so you smile and lock your eyes to his just to make it more interesting, and you also take your sweet time unclasping the clips, and Tom starts to get impatient, you can see it in his smile, but you enjoy playing with him so even when you do unclasp both clips, you keep the piece on and he puts his hands on his hair in exasperation and you just laugh, enjoying this small moment of being the one in charge, but you give in and take the lacy bra off and throw it to him, he catches it and throws it to the side.

You’re completely naked in his bed and he’s taking the view in. “You’re very beautiful, you know?” he says and you feel the blush creep up to your cheeks, but you smile and thank him regardless, he smiles back and leans back down, he kisses one of your thighs and then the other one, before he does anything else he looks up at you, once again looking for any signs of hesitation “Are you sure you want this?” he asks from his position and when you nod, he dives in.

He presses a light kiss into your folds and you immediately feel electricity emmiting from your core. Needless to say it’s your first time recieving an oral, every sensation is new, you can’t even tell if he’s good at this or not, but for you, it feels like the best sensation in the world, his tongue dances over your clit and you just grasp the sheets for dear life and when he sucks on it you swear you could come right there, but you manage to hold it for a little longer and he keeps going, it doesn’t take long for him to introduce one finger inside, the moan you let out is just obscene and he seems to love it, because he moans too but the vibrations that it sent to your clit make you lose it and you come yelling his name like your life depends on it and he guides you through your first orgasm of the night with his mouth and finger still pumping in and out.

“You’re dripping wet, you know that?” He tells you once you’ve calmed down and have regained your ability to function like a human being, you smile at him, trying to speak, but that function has not come back yet. He kisses you in the mouth and you can taste yourself in his mouth, you start relaxing into the kiss, and he starts tracing gentle circles on the skin of your stomach and you turn your body so can be face to face and your leg happens to feel his dick, and it feels impossibly hard, so you try to relieve the pressure by stroking it with your hand, but when you get your hand down his waistband, Tom stops you “If you touch me now, I’ll be the biggest dissapointment of your life.”

“You forget that I’m a virgin… I have nothing to compare you to.”

“Still… I’ve got my pride.” he finishes as he gets up and rumbles in a drawer of his nightstand, he finds the condom and shows it to you. “Do you want to do this?”

You take a deep breath, there’s nothing you want more than do it right now, but it sure makes you nervous, still you give him verbal consent “Yes, I do.”

That’s all he needs, he stands up completely and takes his underwear off, it happens quite fast, but you do get to apreciate his dick in full exposure, not that you’d know, but it sure looks like it’s gonna be hard to fit that inside of you, and you panic a little and Tom notices and chuckles while he slides the condom on, “It’s gonna be alright, I’ll make sure of it.”

He crawls back to the bed and hovers above you, his hand go to your core again and he slowly introduces one finger into you and starts pumping in and out slowly, he stays looking in your eyes, watching your every reaction, you’re moaning slightly, when he notices that you’ve gotten used to the sensation, he adds another digit and the pressure feels uncomfortable, but he notices so he waits for you to get used to the feeling before he starts pumping it, you bite your lip as you enjoy his movements, moans coming out of your mouth to the rythm of his fingers, when he starts stretching you by doing scissor motions with his fingers, the feeling increases and it is a lot more intense so you hold onto his arm, he’s still looking at you, wanting to be sure that you’re okay and staying alert to see any signs of discomfort in you, but you like it so much.

He takes his fingers out and the emptiness is just overwhelming, but when you see that he’s trying to align himself to your entry, you relax and stress at the same time. This is real. It’s gonna happen. Actually it’s happening at this moment. He looks at you again and lifts his eyebrows in question, you nod lightly and you hold on to his forearm and his neck in preparation. He pushes slowly in, it hurts a little but it’s not that bad, Tom sees you wincing and stops, waiting for you to get used to the new feeling, when you do, he keeps pushing a little. The rythm goes like that until he’s fully in.

You can see he’s having a hard time trying not to hurt you, it’s clear that he just wants to go for it, but you’re grateful he’s containing himself while you get used to the feeling of being so full right now, when you’re ready, you nod at him and he pulls slightly out, waits for you, and pushes back in. The rythm is slow at first for you to get used to it. At first it feels like too much, but the more he thrusts into you, it starts being not enough.

His grunts and moans sound heavinly to your ears, and whenever you are brave enough to just open your eyes and see him, his face is just so beautiful, he has a frown in his face out of concentration and self control, you’re admiring him when he opens his eyes and they meet yours, it’s such an intimate moment, it makes you blush a little bit, you caress his cheek and hair, interlocking your fingers in his curly locks, he lets out a soft moan in pleasure.

The pace gets faster and stronger and you’re getting closer to your high with every thrust, he’s hitting a point inside of you that you didn’t even know existed and it’s a whole new level of pleasure, it’s even making you feel like the world is spinning, you grab onto his back and scratch as you try to keep it together, he moans loudly and stops and pulls out suddenly.

“Get on all fours for me, love.” he tells you and you comply, he pulls you closer to the edge of the bed so he can fuck you while standing up off the bed, you try to arch your back to give him better access, he slides in easier now, and the sensation changes completely, he’s hitting another point that feels even better in this angle, the pleasure doesn’t let you stay stable and your arms can’t keep you up, so you press your face to a pillow and you can’t stop moaning his name, your high creeping up from your stomach once again.

“T- Tom… I think I’m gonna…”

“Wait for me, darling, I’m right there with you.”

His thrusts become sloppy and arythmic, he goes faster, his grunts louder with each thrust, your names falls from his mouth a lot more now, and his is the only word you can say at this point. You come first with an incredibly loud moan of his name. The feeling of you reaching your orgasm around his dick is enough to send him over the edge too, your name being dropped with a loud grunt, he squeezes your breast and rests his head on your back when he comes down from his high, both of you panting. You stay like that for a moment, but then Tom pulls out and goes to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.

[…]

You lay in the bed completely naked, but you do feel more exposed now that the moment’s over, so you cover up with a pillow and think about what just happened, relishing on how good it was, you figure this was the best idea you’ve had in a while, even if the most ridiculous but it worked out pretty well.

Tom comes back soon after and hands you a water bottle (because he apparently just keeps water bottles in his bathroom), you thank him and he lays in the bed with you. “How was that?” he asks you in some worried matter, like his whole career depended on your answer, you look at him and smile at him like he’s crazy, you had two orgasms, isn’t that enough proof that you liked it? when the anxiety becomes aparent in his face, you give him the verbal confirmation. “Of course I did, wasn’t it obvious?” you say while trying to hide your face, he takes your arms to stop you from doing so.

“Y/N! Don’t hide! It was actually really good for me too, and I’m happy you had a good first time, it’s cool.”

You smile at him bigger now, getting more comfortable now, and he leans to leave a kiss on your forehead, and you lay there just chilling for a while. Checking the clock in Tom’s bedside table you realize it’s almost 2 in the morning, you haven’t talked about this, but you think it’s not a good idea to stay the night, maybe he has things to do tomorrow, and you do have a class at 9, so you start to get up to recolect your clothes.

“Where are you going?” Tom asks in a whiny tone, he was right about to fall asleep before you got up.

“I think it’s time for me to leave, it’s quite late and I’ve got class tomorrow.” you reply with a slightly sad tone, just for the drama.

“You don’t have to go. There’s no way I’m letting you take an uber and I’m too lazy to get up and drive you… so stay, I promise I’ll take you to your front door tomorrow morning, alright?” also, he gives you mad puppy eyes to convince you, but you still move around the room trying to find your underwear, just to not be naked anymore.

“Okay, just let me put some clothes back on, cause this is weird.”

“Can you throw me my underwear, please?”

“Yeah, just let me try and find them.” You throw them at him once you find them among the mess and they land straight in his face, you just gotta laugh at it and he just rolls his eyes at you and puts the thing on jokingly bitching about you being rude to him and you just laugh at him while you walk back to the bed.

At some point, Tom goes to retrieve your clothes and the wine from the living room while you just scroll through your phone absent mindedly, you half read the tweets and just ignore the instagram posts you see until he gets back and gives you your barely touched glass of wine and lays back down next to you.

You stay there for a while just talking and drinking, actually getting to know each other, you tell him about your major in college, how hard it gets sometimes, and you even tell him about why you had never had sex before. He tells you about his work, his family, the things he wants to do next… he does tell you a little tiny spoiler of the future of Marvel, which you had to swear you wouldn’t reveal to anyone ever and it would be a secret you take to your graveyard. It’s a nice pillow talk, you’re laying in the bed, facing each other, his hand is lazily resting on your waist, yours playing with the chain on his neck. This is likely even more intimate than the sex itself, and it’s nice.

When you do finally fall asleep, is in that position. Wine bottle completely empty in the floor, clothes laying around, only sound in the room being the light snores of Tom and heavy sleep breathing. You’re extremely comfortable and relaxed, long forgotten how nervous you were before this happened. You could get used to this.

Your slumber is ruined when the alarm goes off at half 7 in the morning, you feel tired, but you get your clothes back on anyway, Tom takes a little longer to fully wake up, but he keeps his promise and throws a pair of sweatpants and a white shirt, he also throws a hat on just to not deal with his morning/sex hair, for the same reason, you also just put your hair in a messy bun.

He actually parks the car and walks you back to your dorm, it’s quite early, but there is some people around the hallways anyways and it makes you a bit anxious thinking you might get him in trouble if he does get recognized, but he seems relaxed and unbothered about it anyway.

“I had a lot of fun. It was really nice to get to know you… call me up if you ever want to do this again, okay?” he tells you with his hands stuck in his pockets, it makes you smile how cute he looks.

“Thank you, Tom. I really enjoyed it… thanks for not being weird about this whole thing.”

“That’s alright. Okay, take care and don’t be a stranger, okay?”

“Okay.” He gives you a last kiss on the cheek before you get inside your dorm to get ready for class, and he goes back home, and that is it.

Months go by without you ever talking to or about Tom, you just assumed that was the end of everything you lived with him and it is a lovely and super hot thing to remember, but there's nothing more to it.

Bing

Your phone goes off in the middle of the night. You were studying, so you weren't talking to anyone. As you check the notification, you freeze just like you did the first time you saw his name on your screen.

"Hey! I'm in your town! What are you up to?"

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Tagging some people to avoid the flop:

@caeruleum-in-caritate-lupus, @softstarkk, @peterparkerbabyy, @dottirose, @legit-fandom-trash, @carostar2020, @appreciating-chase-brody, @mvmakki @madmadmilk @hollandrecs @starksparker @sunshinehollandd

#my writing #tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland one shot #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland blurb #tom holland fluff #tom holland smut #tom holland angst #tom #holland #peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker one shot #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker blurb #peter parker fluff #peter parker smut #peter parker angst #peter #perker #spiderman #spider-man #spider man #spider-man homecoming #spider-man far from home #marvel #fanfiction

[abolishfandombs]

“Millions and millions of years would still not give me half enough time to describe that tiny instant of all eternity when you put your arms around me and I put my arms around you.”-Jacques Prevert.

#joadi #silver x madi #john silver #madi scott #my gifs #my edits #not my quote #quote #this hug payed off my student loans #gave me financial security #and soothed my spirit #if you look at the second gif it looks like silver is pulling madi closer to him #also it looks like madi is clutching at his shoulder #bye i have ascended to a higher plane of existence because of these two

[totally-not-deacon]

Hi Rae, i'mma just pass really quick with the noisy, 14, 26, 34 aaaand 40. Okay bye have a good day ~~ <3

Sneaky, sneaky! Here ya go!

14. How would you spend a million dollars?

First I'd take care of those damn student loans! After that, buy a little land as a homestead, enough to be sustainable, then probably find a financial advisor to help invest the rest.

26. What’s your favorite season?

Autumn, by far. Not too cold, not too hot, usually rainy, AND my allergies aren't trying to murder me like they do in spring! The pretty colors are an added bonus.

34. What’s your coffee order?

Soy Mocha with two extra shots of espresso. I thrive on caffeine, love chocolate, but am also lactose intolerant lol.

40. Do you have a crush on any of your mutuals?

Ah, not yet. No crushes here, at least not that I can think of. They do sneak up on me out of nowhere, though, so who knows? Tomorrow could be a very different answer!

Nosy Ask Game

[comradekatara]

if you havent already, may i ask for some azula headcanons for the modern au? looking at your blog makes me grow new brain cells

of course!! congratulations on the birth of your brain cells :)

for a large chunk of her childhood, azula did nothing but school. no after-school activities, no playing outside, nothing. just school and then releasing her pent-up anger and aggression bullying zuko, as one does

teachers who were sympathetic to her dysfunctional situation routinely urged ozai to enroll her in a physical activity, but they were ignored. but by the time she got to middle school, one teacher was able to make a case that after-school activities would be advantageous on a college application. finally azula was permitted to choose a sport from a list of options that ozai found acceptable. she shot down horseback riding and tennis and argued for field hockey instead. 

when the full extent of her aggression became known, her coach had to invest in some reinforced mouthguards so azula wouldn’t be knocking out her own teammates’ teeth left and right. 

naturally, katara played ice hockey, but when their local rink was closed down due to asbestos (*rebecca bunch voice* “you guys are good! bye-bye :(”), she ended up on azula’s field hockey team. they began beating the shit out of each other every day. 

most of the kids on the team were very scared of both azula and katara, as they both had hair-trigger tempers and completely opposite idiosyncrasies that would lead to a meltdown. also, as mentioned, they regularly beat the shit out of each other.

one time they got roomed together in a hotel for an away game. it was weird and quiet and neither of them slept. they lost the game the next morning.

basically from the very first time katara gave her attitude, azula was doomed to forever nurse a crush on katara that she would never express to anyone, least of all herself. so that was fun. 

as for her life at school, things were boring in their predictability. azula spent all night every night studying and writing essays and doing supplemental research on her various class units that no one asked for. even when classes were easy, she made them hard for herself by taking her homework to the strongest possible extreme. she got As on every single thing and anytime she didn’t earn an A it was common knowledge among the faculty that rounding up was a reasonable price to pay to prevent the possibility of violence. 

she didn’t really have any friends. every once in a while she loaned a hair tie to ty lee and felt tingly in her fingers all the rest of the day. she worked on one group project with mai one time for a dramatic lit class and mai called her a lunatic to her face. (azula turned up her nose and pretended to take it as a compliment but she pummeled her pillow to shreds that night and didn’t even understand why.) 

she joined mock trial but quit out of rage when sokka was chosen to be the lead counselor on one of their cases instead of her. she lied and said it conflicted with her field hockey schedule, which sokka knew to be a lie. 

so as for sokka. she was violently obsessed with his perfect grades and good-natured casual attitude. how could he be both brilliant/an academic inspiration/her idol and role model and also socially gifted? moreover, how dare he be related to katara??? these questions kept azula up at night, even when she ran out of five-hour energy shots and her body was desperate for sleep. 

sokka, in return, was generally oblivious to azula, despite knowing the names of most people in the student body. (he’s just a nice guy like that.) for a while he knew her as the freak who twisted katara’s arm. once he became friends with zuko, he knew her as the freak who crushed a soda can using only her thumb and index finger when she spotted sokka in her house. he had the general sense that azula either hated him or was in love with him but didn’t particularly care which one it was. 

azula harbored an elaborate theory that sokka was conspiring to ruin her life and ensure that she could never get to any of her top choice colleges. she believed that if he succeeded in his plot, she would probably have to go somewhere completely unacceptable, like georgetown. or northwestern. 

zuko could never get her to explain why she thought sokka cared enough to sabotage her. sokka was two years older, after all; it wasn’t like they were competing for status or a valedictorian spot. but any time he asked azula why she was so hung up on sokka, she growled like a wolf and zuko took several meaningful steps away.

azula had had a crush on suki since the second they met; she believed that sokka was dating suki to torment her, even though azula had never spoken to suki and suki had no clue she existed. 

in all of high school, azula never attended a party or any sports games other than her own. one time she walked through the gym when the cheerleaders were practicing because she had left her shoes behind, and she stood stock-still for fifteen minutes watching ty lee lift two people over her head. the coach blew her whistle three times before azula jolted to attention and left. 

azula spent an hour doing her hair and preparing her makeup every morning until she saw suki come to school with wet hair once. this was a revelation too powerful to ever put into words. she threw out her makeup after that. (zuko nicked it out of the trash and would eventually use it for drag many years later, which felt right.) 

in her senior year, after she got into harvard and could relax approximately 20% of the tension she’d been harboring for the last 18 years of her life, azula began volunteering at a dog shelter on the weekends. she would never tell anyone about this. she found walking massive dogs to be incredibly soothing. 

she relaxed another 20% of her tension in college after she kissed a girl for the first time. and another 5% a few weeks after that when she stopped filing her nails into weapons all the time. 

as an adult, the best thing that ever happened for her was the weekend of her father’s funeral. she attended it on friday and had a surprisingly civil lunch with zuko afterwards. on saturday she purchased a ferocious, purebred german shepard. on sunday she wore sweatpants. it was a good weekend.

#modern au #azula #asks #anon

[on-fic-writing-spree]

Okay so yup just gonna go through and start listing what’s important so y’all don’t have to sift through each of these articles yourself. All articles will be linked. Let’s also be very clear: this is NOT fuckin pro Biden. At all. This is just the executive orders he’s signed in or shit he plans to do. I don’t agree with everything on this list, and some of it I don’t know enough on to agree or disagree on. This is literally just me looking up what he’s doing and has done.

:readmore:

The majority of these are executive order. Because I’m stupid and I know I’m not the only one, here’s what an executive order means:

ex·ec·u·tive or·der - a rule or order issued by the president to an executive branch of the government and having the force of law.

Also some were proclamations. Though I know what that is, I don’t want to assume everyone does so here:

proc·la·ma·tion - a public or official announcement, especially one dealing with a matter of great importance.

and some were memorandums

mem·o·ran·dum - a document recording the terms of a contract or other legal details.

So here we go...

- signed 10 executive orders aimed at, among other things, boosting vaccine production and distribution and mandating masks in airports and on airplanes, trains and maritime vessels

- made a plan for how to handle the pandemic (Biden assumes that it will still take a few months to get out of it)

- 32.9 million people have received at least one dose of a Covid-19 vaccine, 9.8 million of them have been fully vaccinated (Biden is hoping for 100 million vaccinations in the first 100 days of his presidency)

- plans to create an 8 year path to citizenship for an estimated 11 million people

- plans to establish a nationwide government mandate for masks

- HOWEVER Dr. Sadiya Khan says that it’s good that Biden has plans, but they are not fully fleshed out.

- executive order banning discrimination on the basis of gender identity or sexual orientation

- executive order that government officials must pledge their ethics

- bye bye funds for the border wall

- paused federal student loan payment

- blocked the deportation of Liberian refugees living in the U.S

- reaffirmed Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals (DACA) - this is for immigrant children

- encouraged National Guard being used in response to COVID-19

- executive order that’s intended to help plan for any future pandemic or similar threats

- established the Covid-19 Health Equity Task Force (supposed to help those who are more likely to be affected by the pandemic)

- wants to reopen schools / continue their operation

- encouraged new guidance lines to follow in workplaces for the pandemic

- COVID-19 pandemic testing board

- assisting veterans debt

- more assistance in government aided food programs

- guaranteed unemployment insurance for workers who refuse work due to Covid-19

- coordinating with state and federal agencies to facilitate the distribution of federal aid amid the pandemic

- pushing for stimulus payments to go out (and quicker) / pushing for COVID-19 economic relief

- trying to get federal workers and contractors paid a minimum of $15 per hour

- bye bye anti trans military act

- reinstating travel restrictions

- evaluate Trump’s housing policies

- re-establish a counsel on science and technology

- combat climate change

- stopping reliance on private prisons

- reaffirm commitment to tribal sovereignty

- denounced anti-Asian discrimination and xenophobia

- reinforce Medicaid and the Affordable Care Act

- more access to repoductive health care (abortions)

Source list:

https://www.whitehouse.gov/priorities/covid-19/

https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2020/us/covid-19-vaccine-doses.html

https://www.nbcnews.com/now/video/biden-to-tackle-immigration-reform-with-eight-year-path-to-citizenship-99692613704

https://www.nbcnews.com/news/us-news/experts-praise-biden-s-covid-19-plan-warn-undoing-trump-n1255210

https://www.nbcnews.com/news/us-news/experts-praise-biden-s-covid-19-plan-warn-undoing-trump-n1255210

https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.nbcnews.com/news/amp/ncna1255564

There is absolutely so much more that I’ll be making notes on, but this is just a little start on what he has done. This has NOT put consideration into things he needs to do, which will come AFTER I know what he has done.

#politics #Biden #political #what has Biden done #idk #sources #lmao tell me how to tag

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Confessions at the university

From: @creyes96

To: @madmeridian

Prompt: University AU (all I ask is you include Near in this one, otherwise go ham with it. I also will love you if you chose to add Mello/Near, but only if you’re comfortable with that)

Additional tags: Meronia

Word count in total: 2511

Authors Note: I’ve tried with this one but I hope you like it, I apologize for my bad grammar and this had to be split into 4 parts.

Nate River was starting University of Winchester as a freshman to study criminal justice, he was top of his class during his early school years and has earned his scholarship so he didn’t have to worry about school loans. Though he didn’t want to go to the university but his good friend Linda, made him go, she says he needs to have more friends and be a bit more social and his father L who had studied the same university where Nate was going and now he’s the worlds best detective for his best intelligence and solving the most difficult case, had said it will do him good for Nate to have a good career, instead of him being in his room all day, playing with his toys. His mother died while giving birth to Nate so L and Wammy were the two people who raised him, Wammy is like a father figure to L, even when L had turned lazy and let him eat a lot of sweets let’s him sit in a frog like posture. Nonetheless, L tried and succeeded in being a good father towards Nate and never ask for anything other than toys. Nate was in his room getting reading to head off to the university, when he heard a knock, Wammy had open the door. “Hi Mr. Watari, is Near ready yet?” It was Linda. Linda doesn’t know Nates and Wammy’s real name for good reason. Why? Because even though L is the best detective in the world but before Near was born, had received many hates and death threats and Quillish Wammy had saw this coming and so did L, which is why L Lawliet is Ryuzaki, Wammy is Watari, and after Nate was born but eventually when growing up and became a lot smarter, named Near. “Oh hello miss Linda, yes I suppose he should be ready now,” Said Watari who open the door wider for her to come to wait for Near but he was already ready to go. “Hello Linda” Said Near walking out of his room, dressed in uniform which he dislike and had a luggage with him and had a stuffed bunny he got for his fifth birthday from his dad. L was in a chair, sitting in his usual frog like posture, eating cake and stacking sugar cubes, he sat up and went to greet Linda. “Yes hello Linda, I take it you’re going together with Near to the university?” Said L, he knew Linda would be at his house to get Near since he wasn’t the type of person to go alone and Near prefer it that way. “That’s right and Near I’m glad to see you ready” said Linda smiling. Linda is planning on studying arts at the university. Both her and Near would not be seeing Watari and L for a while until the holiday break. L wasn’t the guy that liked to be touched anyway, like simple hug or a poke in the shoulder or a hand behind his upper back, but he knew it would be a while to see his son again, L hugged Near at the front door and Near hesitated for a moment, then hugged him back, then L pulled back from the hug. “I hope you find happiness, Near” Near then walked towards Wammy and gave him a hug as well. Wammy was like a father towards L and in a way, became like a grandfather to Near. “It’s not so bad at the university Near, I remember when I was headmaster in the university that each student had made memories they will never forget,” said Wammy with smile while looking at Near. Quilish Wammy was indeed the headmaster of the university for a while, now that he retired, Near had heard Roger is the new headmaster. “I see, well best not to be late for the bus, good bye father, Watari” Said Near in a monotone, then heads out the door with Linda. Both L and Wammy waved at Near and Linda goodbye. They were at the bus stop, waiting for the bus to arrive, Linda talks about art she’s going to study and other things about meeting new friends.

The bus had arrived shortly and they were on their way to the university. She had a crush on Near since they were thirteen but saw Near liked someone who’s just born from Slovak and moved to England when he was seven, his name was Mihael Keehl, but prefers to be called Mello since he wanted to earn the title of being L and was second best candidate, he made friends with Mail Jeevas which he happened to be third best candidate though he did not care about it, and Near is first best candidate in a school only gifted students. Mello hated the thought Near was first place, he studied early morning to late nights, Matt had informed Mello, with Matt’s hacking skills, Near is the son of L. That information had Mello’s blood boil, he thought just because Near is the son of L, means they purposely put Near in first place, that wasn’t true, Near was simply very intelligent at his age. Near had found out Matt had hacked his personal information while Mello was yelling and screaming at Near. Mello had given up to beat Near and left the school, Matt soon followed after. Nobody else could see Near’s emotion except Linda, from what she could in his face he was deeply sadden that Mello had left and Near was starting to dislike the fact of being Ls son but never showed it to anyone, not even Linda. They made it to the university but had to go separate ways to there hall of residence. Once Near had received a room number, he made his way to his dorm, arrives at the front of the door, he opens it, it had two beds and two desks, perhaps he could very much have a roommate, but nobody came in hours after Near had arrived while unpacking his things, Near was okay with that, he’s used to being alone before him and Linda became friends. Class had started, Near and Linda had to go separate ways to their studies, while other students were coming in and Near was sat down, reading a book, and noticed a blonde chin length hair and a reddish brownish hair with goggles. It was Mello and Matt. Near was almost widen his eyes but went back to seemingly emotionless face, he was shocked to see both Mello and Matt again, but there was something different in Mello’s face, he had a burn scar. Near wondered what exactly had happened to him during these four years of not seeing him, but at the same time, even he didn’t want to show it, he was happy to see Mello again. “Is that Near? Hi Near, been awhile” Said Matt, waiving at him. “Yes it has Matt, glad to see you two are doing well” Said Near in a monotone voice, waiving back at him. Near wasn’t happy to see Matt after what happened, he was still a bit angry with him. Mello had noticed Near and scoffed at him. “Tsk, yeah whatever class will be starting soon,” Said Mello and frowned, looking like he’s not surprised that Near would be at the university and both him and Matt had taken a seat more in the back of the classroom while Near was a little forward so they both were behind Near. It was time for class as soon as the professor walked in. While class was in session, Near couldn’t help but to feel like someone was staring at him, he dared himself not to look who was staring at him and just focus on the lesson and taking notes while the professor was teaching. This was going to be a long school year, but it wasn’t so bad as Near thought it would. Near was expecting Mello to insult him, yell at him, and call him mean nicknames just like before but it was but different, he didn’t do any of that except the nicknames but it wasn’t as mean as before it was just ‘sheep’ or sometimes ‘cotton ball.’ It was strange to Near but maybe because he’s mature. During the school year was rather interesting, a side that Linda and him would still talk with each other about classes, school work, how the test or exams went, Linda mostly talked about is Matt. Near knew Matt pretty well and knows about it and sometimes would constantly asked about what Matt is like and what does he do for a living, what are his hobbies, it annoyed Near but he answered in honesty.

“He cares nothing about the world, he’s very messy, likes to smoke a lot and plays video games.” Said Near coldly while him and Linda were sitting on a bench eating sandwiches for lunch. “Oh Near, I love you as a friend but could you at least not be so straightforward all the time” Linda was pouting now. “You know I am not that kind of person who would lie such thing also sugar coated would make things worse and you’re my friend Linda, despite my seemingly cold demeanor, I care for your well-being and your feelings” “Aww sometimes I forget you could be sweet at times thank you, but you know I’ve seen someone at this university has been somewhat staring and maybe stalking you” At first Near didn’t know who it was, but for a while now, it was Mello. He talked to Near a couple of times about closed and unsolved cases the professor had taught them but that was about it. Near didn’t mind with Mello staring and stalking him. “Yes, I am very aware Mello is doing such thing” “What! And you didn’t tell me? Near this could’ve been serious if you didn’t tell me sooner but anyways at least it’s not something dangerous, it’s the way Mello looks at you, it seem like he’s really interested and liking you, maybe might be in love with you” Near could not believe what Linda was saying, Mello had hated him when they were younger, still Mello had matured but Near knew he still hated him for being number one. Near still didn’t believe Mello had liked him as he liked Mello. “That is ridiculous, I know Mello very much doesn’t like me, even hates me, he just does those things because he despises me and still wants to beat me.” “I don’t know Near, the way he looks at you, wasn’t the look of hate.” Linda could be right and Near might be wrong. He hated how wrong he is. The holiday break was already starting, Near was packing his things to celebrate Christmas with his father and Wammy, Linda would still visit Near but mostly would celebrate the holiday with her family and believe it or not, she had gone out with Matt. It wasn’t Linda who asked him, Near was surprised that Matt had asked her instead, but so far they’ve been alright together for a few months. Matt had asked Near if he could crash Ls house for the break and said yes, Matt didn’t have a family, neither does Mello which he’s also okay with Mello staying at his house. L didn’t really mind on having the two at his place since L knows Matt and Mello pretty well. Near was still packing his things at his room when someone was at the doorway. “You still kept that damn stuffed bunny with you and still playing with toys, you’re old enough to not be playing with them” it was Mello saying such rude things, which it surprised Near. “They served purpose, nothing more, nothing less” said Near in a monotone voice and starts twirling his hair. “Tsk whatever Near” said Mello, now walking closer to Near. “Need help with packing?” “I am fine, thanks for asking. Should you start packing as well if you’re going to be staying at my father place.” “I’ve already done that” “I see, then there’s no reason for you to be here” “damn it Near stop ordering me around and I came here to talk to you” “What is there to talk about, we are just spending Christmas together as colleague” “It’s personal Near and I needed to talk to you alone” “Then speak then” Both Mello and Near were facing each other, Mello took deep breaths and said: “I know you caught me staring and somewhat stalking you and you think it’s out of hate but it’s not about that” Near kept quiet, looking at Mello and he continued: “I know I’ve been an asshole to you when we were younger but after I left, I started to feel regret of what I did, not just leaving you but for yelling at you too and my anger and hatred for you had gone. When I saw to at the university from day one, I’ve realized that I missed you, so much. I’m sorry for leaving.” Near couldn’t believe what he was hearing, Mello had missed him and he regret of what he did, Near didn’t show it but he felt happy and his heart pounding.

“Mello, did you come here just to apologize and saying that you missed me” “No not just to say that and I know you missed me too and I’ve told Matt to never hack into someone’s personal file again or I’ll either kick his ass or bitch slap him if he does that.” Near smiled at that. “But anyways Near, I’ve wanted to tell if you’re willing to go out with me” Near knows what he meant by it and was in shock but he had to be sure if it was not a trick. “Meaning going out as friends?” “No Near and I know you aren’t a dumbass to know what I mean” “I know, just making sure this isn’t a trick” “Why would I— Near I’m asking you, are you willing to date me or not” “Yes Mello I will go out with you” “Good then” Mello came closer to Near, lifted his right hand to caress Nears left cheek. “You know I’ve never hated you Mello I’ve always liked you.” “I know and I’m glad you liked me” Mello lean down and gave Near a kiss on the lip with eyes closed. Eventually they all spent Christmas at Ls house and Near would have to tell Linda that he was going out with Mello after the break. It was a good Christmas break after all, Near had gotten some new toys, Mello had got his favorite brand of chocolates, Matt had new games he could play but was busy enjoying his time with Linda which her gift was art supplies. Near hoped in the future, him and Mello and maybe Matt would work together, but for now and even though he didn’t show it, Near was happy.

#submission