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rae-writes · 1 year

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An Angel...

om demons x reader (+Simeon, Solomon)

wc : 1.k

warnings : simping bois, humor, some sprinkled suggestive comments

synopsis : a deviltok trend has the boys on their knees for you (though that’s nothing new)

a/n : this audio scratches an itch in my brain and I needed to do something with it

angel ver.

<Asmodeus> GUYS!!! YOU HAVE TO WATCH THIS!!!! NOW!!!!! LIKE RIGHT NOW!!!!!!

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Casually clicking on the video file, his interest peaked immediately when he saw you. Clad in your RAD uniform, you were positioned in frame a couple steps back.

“Who are you?”

He watched you slowly stalk forward with a smile on your face; it was both reassuring and off putting. Only someone like him would be able to notice.

“An angel…”

You held out your hand towards the camera gently, as if beckoning someone closer.

“What’s your name?”

The transition was fast— smooth. In an instant, your hand came up and grabbed the phone, like you were choking someone, causing the frame to shake.

“Satan.”

Once the shaking transition stopped, with your hand still in its previous position, his mouth dropped. You had completely transformed yourself into what he assumed is your version of their demon form.

Realistic black sheep horns protruded from your head, curling backwards around your ear and ending at your middle jaw. There were light purple extensions added here and there, blending with your hair perfectly. Your free hand had come up to splay over your malicious grin- showing off the fangs you’d added and the sharpness of your new nails. The outfit you wore was revealing- black with shiny accents and shiner jewelry - easily showing the intricate marks you’d drawn over the exposed skin.

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Lucifer

His stupidly handsome face forms the most obnoxious smug smirk imaginable

Don’t get me wrong, he was absolutely flustered. On the inside.

On the outside though, he radiated pride and smugness

Like ‘yeah. That’s my Mc. mine. Eat it.’

Not that he would ever speak those words. Totally not

Was he also slightly bugged that Asmo seemed to be the only one who had access to this video? Sure.

Was he gonna make sure his brothers, Diavolo, and Barbatos deleted this from everything they owned? Of course.

But first, he’s gotta get you to dress up like that for him in person

Mammon

Mans was astonished. Eyebrows had shot through the heavens, mouth was dropped down to sea floor level, cheeks were a blazing inferno— he was in awe

First thought : ‘HELL YEAH, MC, YA LOOK HOT!’

Second thought : ‘WAIT HOLD UP, THE OTHERS ARE SEEIN THIS TOO-‘

Really though, Mammon is just so in awe at how gorgeous you looked

especially in that gold he knows he bought you

Immediately takes a screenshot of you in that getup and makes it his home screen wallpaper

Then he texts you, begging demanding you dress up like that again because he wants to make videos with you in his demon form too!

I mean, if he doesn’t get to have his hands all over you and his mouth on you like that, how will anyone get the message you’re only for him?

Levi

Someone call the equivalent of 911 for the Devildom, Levi might just be coding

Actually- don’t even worry about it, he’s just a big puddle on the floor! No worries!

He. Is. FLUSTERED! Flustered doesn’t even begin to cover it really-

Levi can't breathe, can’t talk, can’t even wave his hands around frantically to express his lost words

Irl version of a windows restart.

But as soon as he does reboot, he’s doing his best impression of Oprah into his pillow with how high pitched he’s screaming

Would love to take a picture with you in that outfit while he’s in his demon form or have you sit on him

He’ll send you a bunch of emojis in show of his approval but his normal skin tone still isn’t visible under the blush for hours

Satan

Smug as fuck about the audio itself. Definitely silently bragging

Aside from that, Satan is absolutely willing to kneel for you in that outfit

He’s studied with you on seductive speechcraft but this? He was not ready

Has to take a minute to get his bearings together and to wipe that blush off his face

Satan’s actually pretty speechless for a good 30 minutes

Not that he’d let you know. He will, however, be telling you how fucking good you looked

Wants to ask if you’ll walk around town with him in his demon form too so everyone can see

Power couple ™— Take that Lucifer

Asmo

Azzy is on his knees in an instant- pliant and ready for you to fucking step all over him

The moment he saw the video he was liking, favoriting, commenting, saving, sharing- everything

He’d suggested something similar for you to do in the past but you just.

You went light years beyond what he was expecting the outcome to be and he is here for it

#1 supporter and immediately is coming up with different- sexier -outfits for you to wear

Will ask, beg if he has to, if you’d come have a photo shoot with him (surprisingly he mainly wants to take photos of just you)

Admitting to anyone who listens that your beauty is absolutely on par with his

On his way to your room right this instant- but only after he shares the video with the others

Beel

Choked.

You’d think he hadn’t ate in years with how much he was drooling but no

He was just looking at you in that outfit. Which he thought was amazing.

You are easily the most delicious thing he’s ever laid eyes on (“Gorgeous too…”) and he can’t wait to tell you to your face

Wonders if you’d have a tail or wings if you really did have a demon form

Wants to ask Diavolo if there’s magic to make you a real, temporary demon form to find out

Please come to one of his Fangol games dressed like that. He’d promise to win for the rest of the season- and succeed

Overall flustered with his cute blush present, but unlike Satan or Levi, he doesn’t mind showing you

Belphie

Two words : “holy. fuck.” or alternatively : “fuck. me.”

He is sprinting- yes, sprinting- throughout the fucking house and barreling straight through your door

On his knees faster than Asmo was and is ready at light speed to crawl at your feet and wrap his arms around your leg

All of his usual curt expressions are thrown out the window without a care in the world

No pure thoughts behind those doe eyes. Not a single one.

Convinces you to let him take a picture from underneath you while you’re choking him to put as his lock screen because he needed it

Will not be letting you go for the next 24 hours or longer

Fakes innocence like a pro when the others accuse him of hogging you to himself (“they are mine” he snips, even though you have the metaphorical leash right now)

Barbatos

Mmmmmm, the silent simping is strong in this one

He was simultaneously so fucking ready and so very much not ready for that

Does not know what to do with himself for the next 2-7 business days

Had to put down shit he was cleaning multiple times before he broke something (because you actually broke him)

Straight up doesn’t even ask to show up in your room this time, he just does and immediately beelines to shove his face into your neck

No, his ears are not red. I believe you might be color blind Mc…

Won’t outright admit how badly you affected him- he just lets out a small ‘you look lovely’ like yeah, Barb? Just lovely?

Please wear this to the next formal event you attend to watch him lose his cool for split second intervals all night

Diavolo

If he didn’t have millennia of training on composure, he’d been screaming as loud as Levi

Instead he settles for slamming his hand on his desk like that meme Asmo showed him

Concerning his butler a bit, but Diavolo is a proud simp- he ADMITS it

Please come sit on him. Let HIM sit on YOU, for all he cares

You look so good?? What the fuck?? Marry him?? (<<exact texts he sends you)

Tries to find ways to give you a real demon form before getting scolded

Volunteers whole heartedly to let Asmo take pictures of both of you while you’re dressed like that

Ring, ring, Lucifer, he’s coming over ASAP, don’t be alarmed when he shows up at the door

Bonus :

Solomon

Fuck this man is so down bad for you

I mean, he knew that before but this is just something else, Mc, what have you done to him?

Knows you’re still human but god does he crave having your pact mark seared into his body (it’s a guilty pleasure of his)

Maybe you’ll just create one and tattoo it on anyway

No second thoughts, teleports to your room immediately to yank you into a kiss

Door is locked- Solomon refuses to let the brothers snatch you away from him rn

Please get on top of him and show him how real your fake fangs and nails feel

Will actually beg without a fight

Simeon

Thinks he should not find this as attractive as he does but the heat flooding through his body disagrees

Gets so hot and flustered, it would be concerning if he wasn’t an actual angel

Drinks a whole ass cup of water in less than 2 seconds

Personification of ‘hold my mf halo’ as he makes his way to your place once he calms down a bit

Yes, he’ll take pictures with you with his wings on display and yes, he may or may not be into this (and if you start a little roleplay with him? He’s ascending.)

Don’t tease and make fun of him, he can’t help it! He’s not trying to blush- though he isn’t trying to hide it either

Lies through his teeth without hesitation when he gets questioned about the faint lines on his shoulders

Heaven’s filthiest angel, on brand

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2knightt · 11 months

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Hiiii! Can you do the outsiders gang with an s/o who models I feel like that would be interesting :)

↳but i’m into it, i’m into it.₊˚✧

➬ the gang x model!fem!reader

a/n;i love famous reader so much omfg. also, i love using chase atlantic lyrics for my titles. dont chase men, chase atlantic everyone.

Johnny Cade ;

believes that you are the most BEAUTIFUL person to walk the planet.

STRONGLY BELIEVES THAT.

probably thinks you’re too good for him.

PLEASE TELL HIM HE’S ENOUGH FOR YOU.

take him too your shoots and he will be blushing the whole time.

if you wear something that’s flattering to your body shape, he will explode right then and there.

“how do i look? should i fix my hair?”

“you look perfect.”

“you think?”

“…mhm.”

the gang seen you on a magazine cover and started freaking the fuck out.

“HOLY SHIT JOHNNY ISN’T THAT YOUR GIRLFRIEND?”

“WOAHHH!”

“jesus…does she have a sister?”

“guys please stop.”

cuts out your magazine covers/photo shoot pictures and keeps them in his jean jacket pocket.

not in a weird way, just in a way that when he’s sad and you aren’t around he can remind himself on how lucky he can really be.

Dallas Winston ;

oh my god he never shuts up about how he got the hottest model ever.

“yeah she’s pretty n all but, my girlfriends a model so.”

“that’s so cool that your chick is…like that! but mines a model, so, she’s just better.”

buys steals all your magazines/any photo shoot you do.

any guy thats talks about you in way dallas doesn’t like, gets knocked out.

“i’d hit that.”

“yeah?”

“yea—”

dead./j

no but he would pull all his strength in that punch.

the gang thought he kidnapped you because no way in hell a pretty girl like you would go after dallas winston.

“y/n, blink twice if you’re kidnapped.”

“raise your hand if you need help, dude.”

“guys, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

you’re legit, all he thinks about.

he’s so whipped for a model girlfriend, if you asked him to jump he’d ask how high.

genuinely believes you’re an angel, will NOT tell you that to your face though.

Ponyboy Curtis ;

he gets so nervous around you omfg.

his palms be sweating n shit, stuttering and everything.

“he-hey y/n.”

“oh, hey pony!”

uses his favourite photo shoot of yours as a book mark. i can feel it in me bones.

he giggles and kicks his feet when he looks at that bookmark btw

draws you?? i feel like that’s his favourite pass time.

IF HE HAS TO DESCRIBE A STORY IN ENGLISH HE WRITES ABOUT HOW HE MET YOU OMFG AND THE WAY HE’D DESCRIBE YOU IN THE ESSAY??/?!:;&

he’d be so sweet with his words when he talks about you. i cant i love him so much

the gang is lowkey jealous that the youngest one out of all of them pulled a model.

“hey, don’t you model?”

“yeah!”

“what.”

“how did ponyboy get a date with you?”

“…are you guys serious? am i that ugly to you guys?”

Sodapop Curtis ;

POWER COUPLE OH MY GOD I CAN’T.

you guys walking in the street together probably makes people pass out.

literally nobody was shocked that you guys started dating.

the prettiest girl for the prettiest boy, it was bound to happen, c’mon.

he probably got into modeling because of you.

OH MY GOD IMAGINE DOING A PHOTO SHOOT WITH HIM???

he asks for his favourite picture of you two from that shoot to be printed out larger for him so he can hang it in his room.

like dallas, he will punch a guy for you.

“she’s hot.”

“she has a boyfriend.”

“so?”

call 911 cause that guys gonna need it in a minute!

showed steve a picture of you before he introduced you to the gang.

“oh my god soda. why are you dating a literal model?”

“why not?”

“but what else did i expect, you get girls daily.”

Darry Curtis ;

honestly, he couldn’t care less about what you do for work.

if it brings in money, it brings in money.

but the gang sure as hell does!

“YO ISN’T THAT Y/N L/N?!”

“THE MODEL?”

“yeah? how do you guys know her?”

“HOW DO YOU KNOW HER?”

“she’s my girlfriend, soda. that’s why i brought her here.”

“WHAT??”

i’d be lying if i said darry didn’t carry around a head shot of you in his wallet.

he doesn’t brag, but when the chance to talk about you comes, he takes the chance.

“good for her. huh? oh—my girlfriend models. pretty popular.”

when he sees a magazine with you in it for sale, darry snatches it so fast.

compliments you after he seen it.

“i like your most recent shoot, the makeup suits you.”

“you think, darry?”

Steve Randle ;

rocked the whole world when you guys started dating.

DOESN’T SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT YOU.

“that’s so tuff soda, but y/n actually said—”

“nobody cares steve.”

“shut up and let me tell you what MY GIRLFRIEND said.”

STEVE HAS A PICTURE OF YOU TAPPED ON THE INSIDE OF THE TOP OF HIS TOOL BOX.

takes you on dates 24/7 just to show you off.

sometimes he lets go of your hand to see if anyone would flirt with you so he can punch them.

gang thought he held you hostage when you started dating ngl.

“you can do so much better, y/n.”

“dallas, shut the fuck up.”

“i’m just sayin’.”

“i will knock you out.”

Two-bit Matthews ;

HE’S SO WHIPPED FOR YOU IT’S DISGUSTING.

you have him giggling n shit.

his room is filled to the brim with photos of you.

not in a weird way, he just thinks you’re drop dead gorgeous.

tells you cheesy pickup lines, all the time.

“are you from Tennessee? cause you’re the only TEN I SEE! get it?”

would start a fan club for you if you asked nice enough.

introducing you to the gang was earth shattering for them.

“how??”

“what do you mean, ‘how?’”

“how did you pull her?”

“I PULLED HER WITH MY GOOD LOOKS AND CHARM, STEVE.”

“you’re so funny, two-bit.”

“like you falling flat on your fucking face yesterday?”

“YOU SAID YOU WOULDN’T TALK ABOUT THAT.”

may 24th, 2023. 11:30PM.

tag-list ;

@diorgirl444, @typereader 🧍‍♂️

#2knightt #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #dallas winston x reader #dallas x reader #johnny cade x reader #johnny x reader #ponyboy x reader #ponyboy curtis x reader #steve randle x reader #two bit matthews x reader #two-bit x reader #sodapop curtis x reader #sodapop x reader #darry curtis x reader

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charmedreincarnation · 4 months

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Success Story Using Your States Challenge 🎉

Hello Maya! I've got to confess, I used to despise the concept of states. It made it seem to me like bloggers were simply being lazy and deceiving us because at first, it made zero sense. If I could just choose to embody any state, then why was my life in shambles? Why was I poor, why was I abused?unattractive, and suffering? When did I choose to embody these states?

But then it hit me! Whether consciously or subconsciously, whether due to coincidence or purposeful, whether knowingly or ignorantly, I realized that if I wanted to manifest my dream life, I had to take accountability for the negative aspects as well. That's the law of reversibility. It was a bitter pill to swallow initially because I've been through some really tough shit experiences that I wouldn't wish upon anyone.

It wasn't my fault, but I kept replaying those old stories, and reliving them hence creating my reality . But I learned that I could use this to my advantage. I could replace the old story with a new one that fulfilled me.

I started making choices aligned with my dream life. Every time I encountered something from the old story, I chose to perceive it differently. Working with an abusive manager? Odd, because in my state, I'm a trust fund baby. Seeing an unattractive reflection in the mirror? Confusing, because I have a social media following based on my looks alone bc of pretty privilege. My bank account nearing zero? Must be an error, because I have millions in savings and investments.

I strongly recommend checking out these posts for additional insights:

Pink's post on overcoming doubt

Angel's advice on states

Bambi's tips on manifesting under unfavorable circumstances

Maya's post on time

Since embracing this mindset, I've manifested so much! Like literally waking up with a whole new life. I've moved to LA, gained a large social media following (100k on Instagram, 200k on YouTube, and 1 million on TikTok), and now live in a beautiful house in Beverly Hills. I attend a prestigious private high school with other celebrity kids. My dad (revised) is retiring from the NFL, and my mom is a successful interior designer.

I've also manifested my dream body (Alexis ren), dream face (I am so pretty it’s not even fair) dream cars (Lamborghini Urus, Tesla Model X, and Porsche 911 GT3), an enviable closet and room, a loyal friend group, and much more. My list was about 100 pages long, very specific, and yet my life turned out even better than I could have imagined!

Thank you so much and Happy New Year! 💋

I am very happy for you! I’m glad you kept reaching for your dreams and inspiring yourself and thank you for inspiring others 🤍🕊️✨Honestly I forgot what state challenge you’re talking abt bc I genuinely lowkey don’t remember making that post… like who knows where my mind was but regardless wishing you a lifetime of happiness and success! So glad I could help

#law of assumption #manifesation #manifesting #my asks

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starlost97 · 9 months

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— stubbornness.

summary: You just got home from the hospital, and are still learning how to walk properly again. You knew at the moment that you woke up from the surgery that Buck wouldn’t leave you alone. And you were right. He only went back to work when he couldn’t take any more days off, even though you insisted that he shouldn’t worry about you. The thing is, you are very stubborn, and it became even more obvious when you couldn’t do things on your own, but still wanted to.

keywords: fluff, recovery, stubbornness, worried Evan Buckley, f!reader.

characters: Evan Buckley, Maddie Buckley.

warnings: allergic reaction, swearing, author’s medical knowledge is very very bad.

a/n: I got this idea after watching an episode of 911: Lone Star (no spoilers here, though), also searching epi-pen and paramedics aesthetic wasn't on my bingo card this year lol.

word count: 1,438.

requested?: no!

Once more, you opened your eyes and felt a sharp pain when trying to move. You always forgot about your legs.

“Oh, fuck.” You murmured, trying to be as quiet as possible. You didn’t want to alarm Buck even more on his first day back to work. “Buck?” You called, hearing noises of things being stumbled on and quick steps on the stairs soon after.

“Honey, hi!” He said, almost falling on the ground when rushing to the bedroom. “Here, let me help you.” Buck grabbed your waist and carefully got you out of bed. “Are you sure that’s ok for me to go back to work?”

“I promise, babe, it’s fine. I can take care of myself while you work.” You said, caressing his hair and cupping his face with your free hand. His blue eyes finding yours. You could tell that he was worried, but you knew how much he wanted to go back to work.

“You can call me anytime, ok? If I don’t pick up, someone will.” He hugged you and kissed your cheek, making you laugh.

“You’re going to be late, Buck.” You said as he trailed kisses down your neck.

“I love you, ok? See you tomorrow.” He said, kissing your lips and leaving the bedroom.

“Love you too!” You said, catching a glimpse of his smile as he went down the stairs. You waited until you heard the front door closing to start getting ready.

People always talked about how Buck was a workaholic, but they didn’t notice how you were just as bad as him. In the last weeks, you didn’t have the chance to leave the house and go to work, since Buck wouldn’t leave your side. But now, with your boyfriend going on a 24 hour shift, you had plenty of time.

You got ready as fast as you could and left the house, driving to the Los Angeles Service Center.

As soon as you arrived, you received a message from Buck asking if everything was ok. You smiled at your phone and answered, saying that there’s no need to worry.

You got to your floor, using a walking stick to get to your desk, which was right beside Maddie’s, so you knew she would see you there soon. But you were prepared to argue why she shouldn’t tell Buck you were there.

As soon as you sat down, you heard a familiar voice calling you by your full name, which would have startled you if you weren’t expecting it

“Maddie! You look so pretty today, you know that?” You said, smiling at her.

“You are unbelievable. Does Buck know you’re here?” She asked, crossing her arms.

“... No, and you’re not going to tell him.” Maddie opened her mouth to answer, but you were faster. “And you own me one, remember? I didn’t tell Chimney that you came in sick when he had specifically told you not to.”

“Well, it’s different. You are recovering from a surgery, when I was just a little constipated.” She said, putting her hands on her hips.

“You still said that you owned me one, so I’m claiming that favor now.”

Maddie looked at you up and down, trying to decide if you were being serious or not. Usually, you would hold onto a favor for dear life until you wanted something nearly impossible. Getting back to work was something that would happen eventually, so all you had to do was wait.

But you couldn’t wait anymore. At home, everytime you heard your phone ringing you got excited because it reminded you of work. It was pathetic. Before becoming a dispatcher, you always judged Buck for being so obsessed with being a firefighter. Being a nurse was good, and you loved helping people, but you got too overwhelmed at the end of the shifts with all those people around you.

“Look, I will be careful. It’s not like I will be moving much, right?” You could see Maddie holding her laugh.

“You do have a point.” She said as she sat right beside you, preparing for the first call of the shift.

Time passed, and you tried very hard to not talk on the radio when the 118 was attending the calls. Sometimes you heard Buck speaking and smiled, trying not to talk to him as you always did. You got used to having conversations while he did things that didn’t really require his full attention, and he loved doing that too. It was something that helped him a lot when he needed to relax.

As the day went by, you got more relaxed. You and Maddie shared lunch, and she helped you change your bandages.

“Everything looks great, honey.” She said as she finished, making sure that the medical tape was well put on your back. “Buck is doing a great job taking care of you.” You smiled at the comment.

“You know, the moment I woke up from the surgery, I knew that he wouldn’t leave me alone.”

“He was so scared, honey. He wouldn’t leave your side.” She said as she started to walk back to her desk with you.

“He is a sweetheart, Maddie.” You said, sitting on your chair. “Even though I missed working, he made sure to make those weeks enjoyab-” Before you could finish your sentence, you heard a loud bang, followed by screams. You looked around and found one of the new dispatchers unconscious on the floor.

You and Maddie went as quick as possible — considering you were using a walking stick — to the girl, who looked like was having an allergic reaction. You asked someone to bring the medical kit, hoping to find an epi-pen.

“Nothing here.” Maddie said, looking at you, worried.

“Look at her bag! She might have brought it with her.”

You soon started to hear sirens, but you didn't think anything about it. Your focus was on the girl.

“She's here!” You heard Sue say, hearing footsteps coming in your direction.

“We think it's an allergic reaction, but we don't have any epi-pen.” Maddie said, making space for the paramedics.

“You are right. Chimney, give her some epi.” Hen said, measuring her heart rate.

You got up, standing right beside Maddie and putting your hand on her shoulder for support. You both were worried about the girl. It took you a minute until you realized that Buck was in the same room as you.

You waited until the girl woke up, which didn't take long. Hen and Chimney explained to her what happened, and she agreed to go to the hospital to get checked. This was the perfect moment to try to hide from your boyfriend, but you weren't fast enough.

“Y/N?!” You heard your boyfriend say, just as you were trying to get away.

“Hi, Buck.” You said, turning to his direction. “How's your day going?”

“What the hell are you doing here? You should be at home!” He said, looking worriedly at you, holding your hands.

“I was just getting some things with Maddie!” You lied, looking at your friend, who agreed with her head.

“Why are you in uniform, then?” He asked, crossing his arms, staring at you. You could see Chimney and Eddie looking at Hen, who had a smug smile on her face.

“Pay up.” She said, looking as both of the firefighters picked up their wallets.

“Buck, I’m fine! I swear. And there’s lots of well trained people here to take care of me if something goes wrong. Maddie even helped me change my bandages!” You said, and your boyfriend looked at his sister, who gave him an awkward smile.

Buck looked at you hesitantly before tilting his head and biting the inside of his cheek.

“I guess I can’t make you go home, huh?” He said, smiling slightly and caressing your cheek with his thumb. “Look, please be careful, ok? Promise me that you will take any pain seriously. I don't want you getting any worse.” He smiled at you, kissing your lips.

“I promise, Buck.”

“And now that I know you're here, I want to hear your voice through the radio, ok?” You smiled, confirming with your head.

“I miss doing that.”

“Me too.”

“Ok, lovebirds, let's go. And I'm talking to you too, Chimney.” Hen said, startling Maddie and the firefighter.

“I gotta go, bae. I'll see you home.” Buck said, quickly kissing you before running through the door with the 118. “Love you!”

“Love you too!”

And just like that you spend the rest of your shift talking with your boyfriend through the radio.

Sometimes being stubborn pays off.

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semisolidmind · 1 month

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I have maybe a bit of a morbid ask-

What would happen if Angel had a medical emergency? Like a broken leg, concussion or even a heart attack, how would they or the toys go about getting help?

if it were really serious, y/n would probably have poppy call 911 (since she's the one most comfortable talking on the phone, kissy doesn't speak, and they know dogday won't leave their side), and then tell the toys to go hide in the barn when the ambulance gets there.

dogday has to physically stop himself from trying to go with y/n. he can't stand when he can't help them, but if their ailment is serious enough to require a hospital, then there's nothing he can do.

y/n calls the toys from the hospital (with a preset time so that they know it's y/n) to check in. dogday sprints for the phone when that call comes through. he's worried sick and upset that he can't be at his angel's side through their injury.

luckily, i think y/n is pretty tough. they survived playtime co, after all.

#theyve got hella strong constitution #they very rarely get sick #and when they do theyve got their lil family to take care of them

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damiansgoodgirll · 4 months

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Can you please make reader where she’s going home from a friend and she has to walk to get home, but someone follows her and she immediately calls her boyfriend Damian and he goes into protective mode please?

damian priest x reader

‼️ unwanted attention and stalking, a little angst but not much

guardian angel

you felt something was off the moment you left your best friend’s house.

you just spent a very nice and peaceful evening, eating pizzas, drinking wine and talking about the latest news and gossip, knowing that damian was chilling at home waiting for you. you knew how hard he’s been working so you wanted him to enjoy some time alone too to cool off and relax a little.

he texted you that he trained a little and while he was waiting for you to come back home, he decided to watch a movie, something calm and funny to keep his mind going.

so you left your best friend’s home relaxed, knowing that everything was good. you usually drive anywhere but it was a cool night, it wasn’t too cold, the weather was good and you always enjoyed a nice walk. plus it was only twenty minutes away from your apartment so it wasn’t anything new to you.

you’ve been walking for just a few minutes and the unsettling feeling you had inside wasn’t leaving you. you slowly turned your head and you saw a black car driving slowly, almost like following your steps.

you thought it wasn’t anything to worry about, maybe someone was looking for a specific house but when you turned right, taking the road to your house, you saw the car turning with you, anxiety started bottling up inside you.

you walked faster, trying to get home as fast as you could but you knew that if something happened, you could have never beaten a car. you were walking fast but still to slow if the car had to start something.

you couldn’t even see who was driving, it was too dark outside and you just wanted to think straight and not lose your mind.

you walked faster again, almost as if you were running when suddenly you heard someone talking inside the car.

your worst nightmare was coming true.

there wasn’t just one person inside the car. there were two.

the second guy in the passenger seat started calling you, trying to get your attention.

“hey beautiful…” he screamed.

you ignored him and walked faster but that didn’t make him stop. he continued for a few minutes and eventually he stopped when he saw that you weren’t reacting.

your hands were shaking but you knew you had to call for help. you really wanted to call 911 but when you unlocked your phone, the first person that came to your mind was damian. so you called him.

“hermosa…enjoying your night?” he answered, happy that you called him.

“dam…” you voice cracking a little.

“hey hey what’s going on? where are you? are you okay?” he immediately worried when he heard your voice.

“uhm…i’ve left alice house ten minutes ago, i’m on my way home but there’s a car…and it keeps following me…dam there are two man driving and they wouldn’t leave me alone…i’m only ten minutes away from home but - dam i’m terrified…what if i don’t make it home?” you really didn’t want to cry at the phone, you didn’t want to break down, not when you needed to be lucid.

“don’t say that mi amor. don’t ever say that…i’m coming to get you…i’m taking your car keys…i’ll be there in just a few minutes” he said and you could hear him getting ready to come get you. you heard him leaving your apartment and getting in your car. you also heard him speeding down the streets.

“dam can you please stay on the phone with me?” you asked him, slightly shaking.

“of course baby…tell me exactly where are you now…i’m on the main street, where are you baby?” he asked you.

“uhm…i’ve just passed the park…you know, the one where i’ve lost my wallet in?” you slightly smiled at the memory but regained compose when you heard the car yanking at you “dam…please hurry up” you almost cried at the phone.

“i’m driving as fast as possible hermosa…just a few wand you’ll see me. i’ve just passed joe’s restaurant, you should be able to see me in a minute, i’m driving your car…in the meantime stay here with me, talk to me…did you have fun tonight?” he asked you softly, trying to help you distracting.

“uhm…yes, it was a lovely night” you said smiling softly.

“good, that’s good…what did you eat?”

“we had pizza…and wine, but not to much, otherwise i wouldn’t be able to sleep” you said.

“exactly…but honestly i wouldn’t mind staying up all night with you…maybe without the vomit part” he said laughing and you laughed as well.

“we also talked a lot…and i talked about you too…”

“really? what did you say?” he acted surprised but not that much, knowing that you always gossip about your relationship.

“well…i talked about - wait, damian i see you…i see the car at the crossroad…”

“i see you too princesa. keep walking towards my car. i won’t move…is a black suv the one that’s following you?” he asked seeing the car slowly moving with you.

“yes and there are two men…” you whispered the last part.

“i’m taking down the license plate of the car…we’re going at the police tomorrow, now, there are no cars around, can you walk a little faster and in the meantime turn right? i’ll turn with you and you’ll be able to jump in okay? can you do that for me?” he asked, seeing how terrified you looked.

“uhm…i think so…yeah” you said.

“okay…go…” he whispered and you both hung up. it took him only two seconds and when you turned right you saw him doing the same, you almost ran inside the car when you saw him and immediately crashed into his arms.

“hey hey look at me baby…you’re okay…you’re okay beautiful, breathe with me…” he didn’t care if he stopped in the middle of the road. there were no cars in sight and all he wanted to do was to make sure that you were okay.

he held you while you cried. he saw how scared you were and the way you kept shaking.

his lips gently touched your skin. your cheeks first and then your forehead. his thumb slowly wiping away your tears.

“mirame…estas bien mi amor…” he whispered, holding you in his arms “you’re okay…i’m glad you’re safe, i’ve got you”

“i was so scared damian…they followed me since i’ve left alice’s home…what if - if something happened?” you were still shaken and damian felt that too.

“shh…shh baby, nothing happened. i’m so glad you’re here with me now, you’re safe and i promise you we’re going to the police tomorrow…” he promised you.

“okay…but right now i just wanna go home please” you whispered.

“we’re going home baby…” he said while he started driving.

the black car turned left when they saw you with damian, probably scared about the consequences.

damian spent the whole night taking care of you. from helping you calm down and making you a cup of tea to helping you with your skincare and changing you into your pj. he hated seeing you like that, he hated thinking that someone would even think of hurting you. he hated seeing you crying and scared and all he wanted to do was to protect you but he couldn’t.

he was just happy that now you were safe into his arms.

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⛽GASING YOU UP, BABY⛽

YALL NOT READY FOR ALL DIS' GASSSSS. Lemme gasssss yo lil fat head up, okayyyy. This PICK-A-PILE is for you!

"somebody call 911, shawty fiyah burnin' on da dance floor." -sean kingston

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Pile 1: Show Stunnah 🌻

Overall Tarot Card: The Devil 😈

Channelled Song: Pretty Girl Rock by Keri Hilson

⛽ The gasssss on you is....⛽

🚨🚨ALARMS GOING OFF. YOU SHUTTING THIS SHIT DOWNNNN. LESSSGOOOO 🚨🚨

First of all, you muthafucka's is FINE as hell! I'm talking about FOIIINNEEEE as hell. Body on fleek, face card never declines. As soon as you walk into the room, all eyes are on you and all your competition starts to die a little inside 😂 You are the talk of the town, the talk of every circle, babbyyy 🤤 But y'all been knew dat, 😏

"BEEN that bitch, still that bitch" - Megan The Stallion

Natural beauty with the confidence to match

Confidence of a lion(ess)

Honestly, physically, you got it muthafuckin' going on dawg, what the fuckkkkk. Out of all the piles, this one wins in the Looks Department LOL sorry to the other piles

I'm seeing a face that is so fucking beautiful and angelic. Forever youthful.

Your beauty never dies and it never ages.

I have this huge urge to gasp in awe! You make people gasp with your beauty, ermagerrrdddd this is too cute! I feel like I'm melting in your presence 🫠. It's like everytime people see you in person, you take their breathe away and all they can do is gasp in awe at your undeniable beauty 😂😂😂 it's so fucking corny bro, but damn. That was a channelled message for someone's fine ass out there. You got it like that Mami/Papi, *snap snap snap*

A literal fucking goddess/god. Like you make men want to turn all romantic and old school, writing poems and singing outside your window in the middle of a full moon & shiiit. Or for my men, you make a girl wanna break all her rules and go buck wild for you!!! Like this shit crazzzyyy!! But this is what you be doing to these people lmaoooo!

I'm sure you're a great person on the inside and all, but there is so much emphasis on your physique that I apologize if you feel exploited right now 😂😂 and tbh, you might know the effects your body causes on people so you might be a person with strong boundaries. But damn Papi, what dat body do? 😏

With the devil card crowning your reading, people are OBSESSED WITH YOU!!! Bitch, who tf are you? Why is everyone so fucking obsessed with yo ass!? Lmao

"I can do bad all by myself." You're very independent but you may have many friends too.

Imma just say it flat out: YOU GOT THAT GOOD WAP BABYYYYYY. THAT GOOD WOOD, ya know what I'm sayin' 😂 rumor has it, you can fucking werkkkk it. You got people THIRSTY AF out here, mayneee. Chilllllllll.

You got this hella chill vibe to you though. Like laid-back. Relaxed. Not about the shits or the drama. People can try to ruffle your feathers to get any type of reaction out of you but you stay unbothered AF and that's what draws them nearer to you.

You have a gift for social interactions. Most people have social anxiety but you maneuver and work the room with ease and calmness. It's very admirable.

So many people want to marry you dude, I'm not even kidding. But I'm sensing that you are just focused on yourself and your goals. Relationship isn't a priority in your life right now. But that also is what turns the thirst factor UP when it comes to you.

SEXY, SEXY, SEXY, SEXY, SEXXXXX-Y.

Rich girl, city girl, material gworl vibes

"You always got dem eyes on you" - people love to watch you and stare at you. Sometimes people zone out in conversation with you because your beauty distracts them 😂 you could be talking to them in perfect pronunciation and speed but they won't hear a damn thing you said lol I guess your beauty is deafening too 😂

As beautiful and as sexy as you are, you also have a tender kindness when you interact with anybody. Your beauty shines both inside and out and that's why you are the mf GOAT.

You turn heads every where you go. You got bitches jealous wishing they was you. Ermahgerrrddd, I'm getting a rush of energy from tons of people who fantasize about what it would be like if they had your life. Honestly, that sounds like I'm over hyping y'all, but it's the truth lol. Maybe knowing this information will help you see the beauty of your own life and appreciate it for what it is. Because from folks looking on the outside into your life, they would literally trade spots with you in a heartbeat. Heck, they are already doing it in their daydreams. Recognize that YOU ARE THAT BITCH.

You may come from a great family life. Or people think you come from a super good looking family judging based off of your looks alone lol

A lot of people want to be tied to you in some way. People feel that being connected to you gives them "brownie points" in popularity 😂😂 some people may try to befriend you for clout. I'm not even getting social media vibes, although y'all may be big on social media too. But I'm sensing like real life clout, which is ten times better than social media clout, ya feel me. It's almost like knowing you in real life makes people feel more important in real life.

Y'all are the IT GIRL/ IT BOY. Everyone wanna be you, do the things you do, talk like you, walk like you, fucking everyfannnggg!!! I cannot with y'all. You guys are unreal but thats why we are so fucking obsessed with you, booo. Keep doing you and keep being you 🌻

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Pile 2 - Cutie Pie 🥧

Overall Tarot Card: Ace of Cups

Channelled Song: My Bestie by Lloyd ft Sevyn

⛽ The gasssss on you is.....⛽

🍯🍯CUTENESS OVERLOAD!!!!!!! YOU ARE THE CUTEST FUCKING THING EVER 🍯🍯

Everyone wants to hug you, squeeze you, love on you. Stick you in their pocket and take you home. This vibe is so mushy and gooey!

Everybody's little sister. You provoke a very protective spirit in those around you and those close to you. You are looked at as something that needs to be protected at all costs.

I dunno what it is about you but people will go to bat for you no matter the situation or the time. If ever you are in trouble, you have a whole gang of people who you can count on to drop what they are doing and prioritize you. Even if they are pissed off at you, they would lay their differences to the side and come to your rescue.

You make people feel very emotional when it comes to even just the thought of you. You are so special to people I don't think you realize that!

You are that person in people's lives that they cannot imagine ever losing. Like an angel in disguise who needs to be protected from this cruel world.

You attract friends like flies!!!!! This pile is SOOOOOOO popular and you don't even have to try. You could actually be a more introverted and reserved person but constantly have a crowd of people with you.

Sooooo warm and soft. Feels like I'm sinking in an ocean of really warm honey. That's how you make people feel.

People LOVE hugging you, cuddling you, and feeling you. Your presence is very calming and motherly.

You have great motherly instincts and people trust you with their children and animals. Kids might naturally flock to you and easily trust you because of your kind nature.

You may only consider a small group of people as friends but there are so many people who consider you as one of their best friends. You may make some friends jealous because they envisioned some type of exclusive friendship with you. However, a lot of people need you in their life and so that's something they need to come to terms with.

A lot of people feel like they can confide in you with confidential matters, knowing it will be kept safe. You also give really great advice that helps people progress further on their life path.

You are a very necessary presence in many peoples life stories. If every human soul had a book about their life, there would be at least one chapter about you in multiple life books. While most people are only focused on writing their own book, they are scarcely mentioned in other stories. But you, you are very necessary in the development of other people's life journeys. Like you make an impact on their story for the better. Wowwwww. I can only imagine that this role comes with a lot of positive karma for you and your generations to come.

You beautify every place you enter, every floor you walk on, and every person you meet. You are a contagious ray of light that shines everywhere you go even in the darkest of places.

You very rarely compete or get jealous of people and that's why many consider you to be their best friend. They feel completely free to be themselves around you with no judgement, guilt or shame.

You are unapologetically yourself and it's a big turn on for the opposite sex.

Many people wish they could possess your unapologetic nature but they are realizing it is a lot harder to mimic than they thought.

"I walk like this cuz I can back it up. I got a big ego" -Beyonce

You been through a lot and it shows through how sweet and caring you are. And because you put out that energy, people wanna love you the same way in return.

You really tug at people's heart strings when they think of you. I'm hearing "a heart of gold and titanium". So valuable and indestructible.

You have been placed on this throne by a lot of people. Very very respected and admired. I'm hearing you proved yourself. Your true colors shown and they worked in your favor.

An example for others to follow

A true royal

SELF-CONTROL, SELF-CONTROL, SELF-CONTROL. You have so much self control and people are both envious and admiring that trait of yours. "The one with the most control over themselves is the one with the most power in the room."

You might be a very adaptable person. You literally can chop it up with anybody you want! No personality is too hard for you to adapt to.

You have such a knack for resolving conflict. You can de-escalate any situation with your soft spoken voice and level-headedness. Things always run smoother when you are around.

People take you seriously and really listen when you speak. You may not vocalize your opinions as often as others, but when you finally do, it shocks people, so they listen.

A deep well of wisdom.

Honorable. Highly respected. Highly trusted.

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Pile 3 - LEGEND ⚜️

Overall Tarot Card: 8 of Pentacles

Channelled Song: One Call Away by Bina Butta

⛽ The gasssss on you is.....⛽

🥶🥶 YOU OUT HERE GIVING US THE SHIVERS WITH YO ICY FINE ASS 🥶🥶

BOSS BITCHHHHH. I see you focused on that bag and getting that bag!!! If you chose this pile, YOU LOOK LIKE MONEY, HUNNY 🤑

"came through drippin *drip drip*"

You are a hard ass worker. I'm getting strong energy coming from the workplace you work at. You got a lot of people dumbfounded at your work ethic. For some reason, I'm getting that they didn't think you were going to be the type of worker that you are.

You may be known as someone who bosses up every time you experience a hardship in life. It's actually pretty phenomenal to watch.

Phoenix rising from the ashes.

You are that one character in a movie story that never dies 😂 it's like no matter how many battles you fight, you never fucking die lol it's annoying to your haters but so inspiring to those who witness this inner strength of yours.

You are a LEGEND! Some people think that your life experiences are too good to be true. But they just ain't ever met nobody like you before thats why. I'm hearing that behind your back people try to investigate the validity of your story just to be humbled when they find witnesses who retell the same story.

People want to know the depths of your life experience. I'm getting that people view you kind of like Indiana Jones who is well travelled with many stories and adventures to tell for many days.

You inspire people to think outside of the box. To want more for themselves and be open to newer opportunities that can make them feel free and alive again. You make them want to explore life again.

You walk around like a large ball of life force energy. Anything within a 5 foot radius of you starts to be influenced by your vibration.

A lot of people speak about you!!! A lot of people have your name in their mouth. It's very positive though. I'm hearing a lot of praise, chanting your name. Celebrating you!

I sense you might be hermit mode or really just focusing on yourself. People can see the changes that are happening through your physical appearance . Your hardwork and focus shines through your countenance.

You have a lot more people who support and love you. Im feeling that for this pile, the support isn't as apparent as it was for Group 2. I'm feeling like this pile stands alone with lots of silent supporters. Something about you being very intimidating or being closed off to a connection is what's blocking people from showing their support but it's like they understand why you are closed off and respect your boundaries.

People feel like you are going very far in life and will hit it big in the future. They want to see you win and are silently watching until then.

The way you carry yourself is top notch alpha type vibes. Specifically for my feminines, this is so sexy about you. You carry this masculine energy in such a sexy feminine way it intimidates and submits even the strongest of men. Very BAWS BOSS like.

RAWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR 🦁

BOSS, BOSS, BOSS, BAWSSSYYYYYY

"Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass" 🤨🤨okaaayyyy, someone clearly has a nice juicy ass that needs to be pointed out 🤷🏾‍♀️

You must have a very strong presence in your work place because the energy keeps taking me to a work environment. Either that or you think about work all the time 😂 you really are such an independent woman. Some may call it hyper independent but do you honey. Set the standard as high as you want. Don't let their intimidated ass opinion shrink you 😉

Maybe you own a lot of businesses or aspire to own your own business. People see the potential for you. But I'm getting indecisive energy. You are probably really talented at SOOO many things and are weighing out your options. However, you know that once you have made your decision, there is no stopping you from reaching the top. Everyone else knows it too and that's why they are silently watching you.

You are a rare human. You have an imagination that is so active. Anything you imagine, you create in this world. You were probably a very imaginative kid and highly active. With how hard you work coupled with your crazy active imagination, you actually have the power to manifest whatever you want into existence. Maybe you are aware of that. Maybe you aren't. But channelling this energy feels very magnetic and strong. Keep your imaginations alive. Keep your dreams alive. Chase them.

People wonder how you gained such a bright imagination. They wish they could have that light that you have. You heal a lot of people's inner child by giving them experiences to exercise their imagination. Maybe you enjoy conversations about the trendy things from people's childhoods or you like to talk about the future a lot. You spark creativity and imagination for people and it gives them motivation for life again.

You lead by example. Lots of people are out here running they mouth but you stay steady on your grind proving your worth through your life.

You have silent supporters because you are a silent leader. You don't do much talking. You just do the damn thing and later on people find out what you did and are completely shocked.

You are a bombshell. Not only do you look great but you're like a ticking time bomb in people's minds. You constantly have people stewing over you and then boom, you do something that blows everybody's minds lol. I like this vibe. Very spontaneous and fun to be around

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satellite-evans · 2 years

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Back to You

Pairing: Chris Evans x wife!reader

Summary: "Souls tend to go back to who feels like home."

Word count: 1.716 words

Warnings: Fluffff, description of anxiety ( Chris has anxiety) Let me know if I forgot something!

A/N: Hello everyone! I hope everyone is doing well. I saw Chris yesterday at the MTV award and how he didn't want to be there lmao so I wrote something about it. Hope you all love it <3

English is not my first language, so I apologize if I made any grammar mistakes. Requests and feedback are always welcome xxx

This is an 18+ Blog. I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Those were the only words that were going through Chris’ head right now. He couldn’t shake this feeling that he was too familiar with. He knew it all too well.

Anxiety.

No matter how old he was, or how many awards shows he went to, anxiety crept up his body and made him shake like a maniac. It felt like his whole body was on fire and no ocean in the world could put it out. He felt sweaty, like he ran 5 miles. But he was standing in the same place for 7 minutes. The way his heart was beating so fast felt so unhealthy to him, that he wanted to call 911 twice since he came to the awards show. But he couldn’t.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Chris asked himself the question why he came to these events all the time, but every question had the same answer : “Because you’re an actor, you meatball. You have to do this.”

It wasn’t the fan interactions he didn’t enjoy. No, those were his favorites, actually. It was the reporters and the news that came out the day after that freaked him out. What if he did something wrong? What if he didn’t look good enough? What if they started hating him?

Every what if question that possibly exists was keeping shooting at him while he stood there without protection. But one question kept bugging him constantly.

What if they disrespected you?

That’s where he drew the line. He might me a chicken without a head when it was about him, but for you he was a lion.

Now and then, a reporter ‘tries’ to talk about you with Chris. They tell him it must be hard for him you were not known in the celebrity world.

the truth was, it wasn’t. He actually loved that you were not known. It made Chris feel normal and warm inside. Knowing that he can come home to you, cuddle with you, watching a movie while you tell what happened at the office today. It felt cozy. Like home.

Your presence soothed him without a doubt. Hearing your laugh, seeing your smile. It made him feel comfortable.

Even on your wedding when he was shitting bricks. The moment he saw you, all the noise inside his brain went still. He only could feel his heartbeat in his ears. His heartbeat was so fast, it felt so unhealthy. But Chris didn’t want to call 911. Because if he died at that moment, he knew he would die as a lucky man.

He honestly wished you were with him right now, while he was repeating his most important script in his head.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

He could hear the crowd cheering and screaming at whatever they saw. Chris didn’t want to hear that. The only thing that he wanted to hear right now was your voice. Your sweet, angelic voice that was better cure than any medicine that he ever took in his life. You solved every problem that he had like it was an easy math problem for children. God, he needed you so badly right now. If he had the chance, he would race home and cuddle you. But he can't. He made a promise. He has to do it.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

“Okay Chris, here’s your microphone and the card where that says the winner on it, you’ll be on after they show a trailer for the Lightyear movie, alright?” He simply nodded, taking the microphone and the card from the man, waiting for his time to ‘shine’. While his eyes were on the screen, he wasn’t actually watching his trailer. He was thinking about you just before he left his LA apartment. You were on the couch, wearing his Patriots hoodie, cuddling with dodger. He kissed you on the lips a couple of times. He remembers you saying that you loved him so much. He still remembers that he felt a teardrop on his cheek. He felt so lucky at that moment that you were his wife.

“Okay, Chris, you’re on!”

With the courage that was left in his body, he walked on the stage, seeing hundreds of people cheering, screaming and clapping for him. He felt his cheeks getting warmer and smiled at the love he was getting.

“Wow, that was a fun entrance. I’m honoured and excited to share all new sides of Buzz Lightyear that I know you’re all gonna love as much as I do. Movies have the power to capture our hearts. Bringing us unforgettable characters that stay with us our entire lives. They give us heroes to cheer for and inspire us the find the hero within ourselves. Here are the nominees for best movie.”

After his speech, he took a deep breath, thanking God that he didn’t mess up and that everything went smoothly so far. He watched on the screen every movie that was nominated and hoped that one day that one of his movies would be nominated too. But that was good to be true for Chris.

“And the golden popcorn goes to…”

He opened the card and saw SPIDERMAN NO WAY HOME written on it. He was very glad that a Marvel movie won the best movie and kept in mind to send Tom Holland a text.

“Spider man No way Home!” he said with a big smile while the crowd were screaming as loud as they could. Tom appeared on the big screen, thanking everyone while Chris looked at him proudly, seeing how much he grew as an actor. After he presented the award, he went backstage and asked his manager to give his phone back, checking if you sent a message. And just like he thought, there was a new message on his phone.

Y/N💙 :

Just watched you present the award, honey. You couldn't look more handsome. I’m genuinely proud of you! I can’t wait to see you win of those bad boys yourself. And don’t say that it’s too good to be true, honey, because you are an outstanding actor. You know you are. I love you so much. You don’t have to come directly home, you can stay at the after party ( if there is one lmao) Dodger and I will be fine. Enjoy honey, you deserve it. love you 🤍🤍🤍

Chris felt his eyes watering at your words. How were you so nice all the time? There was one place in the world where he wanted to be right now. Next to you. He didn’t care about the stupid after party or getting drunk. He only cared about you. His home.

“Nick, I’m going back to Y/N. My job is done here, okay? See you later.”

His manager was shocked hearing that he won’t attend the after party.

“You sure, man? I mean, yeah, your job is done, but we can hit the after party together. I can introduce you to some people, maybe.”

“Nah man, I would rather go home.”

So that’s what he did. After saying goodbye to his manager and some friends he saw, he stepped into his car and raced home. He drove back to you.

When he entered his apartment, he saw you eating a pizza while watching the Incredibles.

“Couldn’t control those pregnancy cravings, could ya honey?”

When you turned to look at him, he saw that there was sauce all over your chin and man that made him laugh. You never looked cuter in his eyes.

“Hey, don’t talk like you don’t know your own daughter. The girl loves to eat pizza at midnight. Speaking of, honey, what are you doing here? It thought you were staying at the after party since you didn’t answer my message back.”

He sat next to you and licked all the sauce off your chin, making you giggle.

“Nah, I would rather come back to you. And my baby girl who loves to eat pizza at midnight. Plus, I’m too old for partying now. I’m at the age where I watch Disney movies while my wife shares her pizza with me.” After hearing him say that, you took the pizza box from the coffee table away from Chris.

“I don’t recall me saying that I would share with you, honey. You can order your own pizza. This is mine.”

“Really? I thought it was my daughter’s.”

You looked at him, seeing how much he was enjoying the conversation.

“ Well, yeah, but she is inside my belly, isn’t she? So I have to eat the pizza for her. I’m performing a service for your daughter here. You should be thankful.”

He was. He was so thankful that you were his wife and the mother of his child. Never in a million years would Chris think he was lucky enough to find his soulmate. But he was, and he found that soulmate in you. No matter where he goes, he would always come back, to you.

“I am thankful honey, always.”

You felt bad that you didn’t share your pizza with him, so you offered a piece.

“Honey, no, I was just kidding. You and our baby can enjoy the pizza. I just want to enjoy watching this movie while I cuddle you.”

Seeing that he was serious, you put the pizza box back on the coffee table and snuggled close to Chris. You hugged him while he put an arm around you. You took his other hand and put in on your swollen belly, stroking it with him together.

“We love you so much, Chris.” Without taking your eyes off the screen, you said those words to him with much adoration in your voice. Chris smelled your hair, put his head on yours and kept rubbing your belly.

“I love you both so much Y/N, you do not even know. You guys are my everything. The only place I want to stay at. My home.”

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blorbodiaz · 2 months

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#mhmmm #ok then #angel talks about 911 #911 on abc #911 season 7 #evan buckley #oliver stark

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mvltisstuff · 10 months

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Hi! I accidentally stumbled upon your account and I really liked your fics especially on 911 characters. I actually requested a story before but posted it anonymously. It was a lengthy requested where Buck (911) and reader has to go abroad so they got separated and reader didn't know she was pregnant, etc.

And I think I wasn't able to say thank you in advance to that request so this is my thank you. Hope you'll pick it and make the idea worthy. And your stories are great! I love them! More ideas to you! ❤❤

come back, be here - e.b

summary: request

evan buckley x reader

gif from @marjansmateo

a/n: thank you for the request!! i don’t remember seeing it before, but i’ve been having problems w my inbox but it should be fixed now! hope you enjoy :))

every last second of bucks free time was with y/n before she went away. she was going to spain to study abroad for college, and buck couldn’t go with her. he had a life, and he’s happily settled in los angeles. she has a life too, though, one that she’s heavily planned out to give more to buck and her.

buck never wanted her to go. he knew it was her life’s dream to study abroad, but he would miss her like hell. he’s heard all the nightmares about long distance, and they don’t even know if they’re talking about it. y/n was supposed to leave in a week, so buck invited her over for dinner so they could discuss their future. he wishes he didn’t have to say goodbye to the one woman he’s loved more than anyone.

the air in his apartment was uncomfortable, trying to savor the days they had but the upsetting thoughts just kept returning to their mind. it’s been so long that they’ve been dating, they barely remember a life without each other, and that scared buck more than anything. he never wants to go back to his old ways, and y/n helped him.

“so, what should we do this week?” y/n asks, breaking the silence first.

“oh, uh,” buck stutters. “i wasn’t sure, i have work like every day but sunday.”

“that’s when i leave,” she reminds.

“i know, i’m sorry,” he says, breaking eye contact and turning around.

“what’s wrong, buck?” she questions his confusing state. she feels like she may as well just leave, as he’s not attempting to spend a good night together or start a conversation. “i know you’re upset but i didn’t expect you to not want to be with me.”

“i do want to be with you! it’s just-“ buck pauses, thinking about what’s really going through his mind.

bucks been with a handful of women who just up and left. abby was someone he truly cared about. not as much as y/n, but when she left, he was destroyed. he had to pick himself up, piece by piece. y/n was there every time he got hurt, had a bad day, or even had a good day. he doesn’t know how he’s going to go about his day with her being in another country.

“it’s just what, buck?” y/n sighs.

“i’m just thinking about abby and-“

“we’ve been over this, love. i don’t want anyone but you. this is just for me to get experience for work!”

“yeah, i get that,” buck complains. “but what about me? you’re leaving, and im just supposed to stay here? y/n, you are leaving the country. it’s a different time and it’s not as simple as a long drive.”

“buck, i understand what you’re saying, but i am coming back. and i need you to understand me,” her hands are playing with each other anxiously. they haven’t discussed this as much as now, and she has no idea what he might say.

“that’s what abby said.”

“will you stop with the abby shit?” y/n snaps. “i am not her, and i’ll never be her. listen, i don’t know what your deal is about this all of a sudden, but all i want is to be with you.”

“you know i love you,” he nods. “but i don’t know if i can stay here and wait for you to come back.”

“you’re serious?” she scoffs, completely taken aback by his statement. “so you want to break up? you’re going to sacrifice four years for a few months?”

“i’m sorry, y/n-“

“save it, if that’s what you want, then fine,” she gathers her stuff, letting the tears well up and bucks heart stings as he sees them. “i really believed you were the one but clearly, it was one-sided.”

“baby, please, i don’t want this to end like this-“ he tries to speak, but he can’t unsay the words he previously said.

“stop it, you told me what you wanted and you can’t just mess around with that,” she cries, trying to step away from him, placing a hand on his chest as he moves closer. “this is,” she lets out a sarcastic laugh. “this is so mean.”

it was an innocent dream that she’s had since childhood to go to spain. now, it’s finally an option and something she is certain she wants. she never, ever wanted to hurt buck but all of it backfired on her. she couldn’t say the situation was fucked up, disgusting, terrible. she could only muster up the word mean because she never, ever wanted to hurt him.

she whips around, speed-walking toward the front door before he grabs her wrist. she connects with his watery eyes, full of regret and pure sadness, maybe even a dash of loneliness. “i’m sorry,” he whispers.

“me too,” she nods, grabbing the door and walking out. she wipes her face when moving down the hallway, and wishes she could never look back.

on that friday, she got no calls, no messages, or anything from buck. she wanted to at least say goodbye, but the way their connection ended, the one that was so deep and true. she tried to take her mind on him, instead thinking of spain. she wanted to be excited to go, but it felt like everything changed knowing that buck doesn’t want her enough as she does.

the truth is that buck would drop everything in the world to run to her side. he’s so desperate to save himself from the agony of her leaving. bucks had people leave all his life. buck knows he can’t live without her. the only thing on his mind is how much he fucked up. he could handle some months, but he can’t handle her being out of his life for the rest of their lives. the spur of the moment tried to force his feelings into words, the wrong was. realistically, buck would wait forever if it meant she was at the end.

he thought he messed it up forever, that there was no reversing it. she deserved more than what she got from their ending. buck decided to pick up his phone, having no idea if she had left or not.

y/n walked up to the gates of the airport, taking any last attempts to gain the excitement. she wishes buck were right here next to her, to tell her it would all be ok in the end. now, she had to comfort herself with more doubt than she’s ever felt.

she zones out when walking in, looking at the flying airplanes and excited families. she watched them all, wondering where they were traveling. maybe a family vacation, maybe a wedding, maybe a funeral. she wondered if there was anyone in her position in this airport, trying to feel less lonely. her thoughts were interrupted by the vibration in her pocket, snaking her phone out to read the text.

1 new text : buck

have fun in spain!

her heart ached at the sight of the message. it all felt so small, a text that would’ve been appreciated from anyone else. from buck, it leaves a pit in her stomach as the plane takes off.

the lonesome weeks passed slowly, exhausting hours of working their minds on each other. y/n never planned for her stay to be this distant. she had everything right in front of her, but her mind was still in los angeles with buck. the thrills of a new country became minute grins after that night.

she eventually became so engrossed in her relationship with buck that she missed the fact that she was too many days past her period. at one attempt to distract herself, y/n slowly realized. she deep cleaned her whole room, throwing away all the food she had previously bought, wanting to gag at the thought of it. she was displeased because of the waste, but then she took a break.

she scrolled on her phone, getting a notification from her calendar app. she’s like clockwork, she’s always regular. when she spots the little reminder, her heart sinks. the amount of days she was late was certainly cause for concern. maybe she was having another medical problem? she tries to ease her worries but fails.

then she remembers buck. they definitely weren’t not active before she left. so, she does the walk of shame to the pharmacy and buys a test.

the forbidden stick sits on the counter, holding the most complicated thing in the world. there was no way she wasn’t pregnant, there are way too many signs comfort. her fingers shake and fidget on her knees, not even being able to look at it without having to chew at her nails and lips.

the distress and panic really starts turning it’s gears at the sight of the second line. it upgraded at the several other positive results. y/n was just staring at it for minutes straight before it finally kicked in. she was pregnant and the dad was in america.

she knows buck has to know, trying to think of her options while battling tears. he’s the only option to be the dad, and y/n has mixed feelings. she doesn’t know if she should be pissed, sad, or even a little happy. it sounds bad, but maybe it’s an excuse to see buck.

she’s known forever that she wants the rest of their lives together. every last part of him she wants to cherish. this makes it so real, so fast, and while they’re not even speaking. in the mix of all the emotions, y/n still knows exactly what she has to do and what she needs.

buck sat down with a beer in his hand, sitting next to eddie on the balcony. “i just, i wish it happened differently and i feel terrible.”

“buck, it’s not ending here,” eddie reassures. “you guys are meant to be. i didn’t believe in soulmates, until i saw you two.”

“she’s my entire world,” buck says. “i don’t know what i was thinking.”

“you were scared. she was scared. you’re confused, and it’s ok to feel that way,” buck felt like he was back in therapy.

“thanks, eddie,” buck smiles, sipping at the beer bottle and letting the alcohol settle.

the three hard knocks on his door make him sigh, having to force himself up to open the door. his grip on the bottle greatly improved when he saw y/n’s beloved face.

“hi,” she croaks.

“hi,” buck mutters. “w-what are you doing here?”

“i needed to see you, and we need to talk,” she sounds alarmed, scaring buck and making any other worries seem scarce.

“yeah, of course,” he moves. “i don’t want to bother you, so if you want to j-“

“i’m pregnant,” she speaks, her voice shaking and lowering at the words.

buck thinks he might need a hearing aid. there is no way he heard her correctly. buck loves kids, and it’s his life goal to have a family of his own to. he hopes he heard her right, because the only person in those dreams is y/n. he wants to marry her, to get old together, for her to be the mother of his kids.

“s-sorry, what?” he asks, clearly but with his eyes shot open.

“i’m pregnant, buck,” the look in his face could haunt her, the emotionless glance into her eyes makes her feel like she’s stone, and just because of his look.

“uh- ok! come sit down, please?”

she nods, stepping into the apartment as buck reads over every single test, shining lights and using a magnifying glass that he pulled out of nowhere. “you deserve to know.”

“i-im really happy, actually,” he smiles, looking at her nervous hands. he knows she’s scared from her body language, and by her face. he’s able to read her like the back of his hand. “how do you feel?”

“im pretty good,” she shrugs, releasing a sharp breath. “im scared shitless, but…”

“y/n, i cant hold it in anymore,” buck interrupts. “i love you more than anyone in the world. we’re written into forever, and i need you. i only want to spend the rest of my life with you and i know there is no one else out there for me. i don’t know why o said any of what i did, because i want to wait for you, wherever you are.”

as he inches closer to her, the pieces of her broken heart start to glue back together. “i missed you so much, and i only want you, ever.”

“i know,” she falls into his arms, wrapping his around her. “i’m so sorry.”

“i was so scared,” she sobs. “i only want you, buck. i’m never leaving you.”

“i’m here now, it’s all going to be ok,” he shushes, rubbing the back of her head. the entire fright from the whole day starts to disintegrate away, the other feeling nothing but security in the others arms.

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madiisixx · 8 months

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current!nikki where he is married with reader since the end of the dr. feelgood tour and in an interview he is asked abt how they met

Sweet Lover | Nikki Sixx x Reader

$ During a press interview that Nikki has for his upcoming tour with the band, he gets asked a question about his lady and how they met

AUTHORS NOTE: This is a smaller blurb because most of it is just a flashback! let me know if you'd like to see more current! Nikki Fics

Sitting in the Interview room was nothing new to the band. they had become custom to it and eventually got into a routine whenever they had one scheduled.

Nikki would be the talker for most of the time since that was what he was used to doing since the band started.

Tommy would be beside Nikki being his rambunctious self but more reserved as time had gotten to them.

Vince would Laugh at everything that the interviewers would say and ask and would think to himself that it was such a ridiculous question.

And Mick? he would be the alien that everyone knew him to be and sit there in silence until a question was directed his way.

the interview that the band was currently at, was an interview that was supposed to promote their upcoming tour from their new album but a question that was thrown Nikki's way was a topic he oh so loved to talk about.

Sitting on the Red Sofa with his arm propped up onto the armrest, Nikki had been asked a question.

"So, Nikki, you and your wife have been Married a long time. I recall around the Dr. Feelgood press tour? how about we hear the story about how you two had met?"

The question had gotten Nikki to put a huge smile on his face and a glimmer in his eyes, "yes we have been married quite a while, but she's the best thing that's ever happened to me. If it wasn't for her, I probably wouldn't still be clean today."

The interviewer chuckled and waited for Nikki to continue on, as were the other guys because they secretly loved Nikki to go all gushy and lovestruck whenever he mentions you.

Biting his lip and looking over at you across the other side of the room, where you had resided in every one of his interviews, he sat comfortably and reminisced about your past.

"Well, it was during the height of my addiction in 1987..."

FLASHBACK TO 1987

pain. That's all Nikki felt in his arms.

He knew that he had a problem with Herion, but he just couldn't stop. He tried yes but it was as if his brain was wired to say yes even though his gut told him no.

He looked around and noticed he was in an alleyway next to the Whiskey A Gogo.

remembering he was there to get some drinks and hopefully girls after a small gig before the band goes onto the Girls Girls Girls Tour, he tried to stand up but the pain in his arms was unbearable and he lost all the strength he could muster.

He was about to give up, when he saw a flash of blonde hair in his vision and a soft voice that almost sounded startled.

"Are you okay? Do you need me to call 911?"

He looked up with his bleary eyes at the sweet, angelic, voice and if he wasn't dead from the heroin he would've been dead now.

You were the most beautiful Woman he ever laid his eyes upon.

Your eyes shined so bright in the moonlight, your hair cascaded down your back in waves, your ruby red lips that it seemed he couldn't keep his eyes off of.

Hesitating for an answer to your question, he finally nodded instead of speaking as he didn't trust his voice because he was stunned of your beauty.

You eventually helped him up carefully off of the ground and put his arm around your shoulder trying to balance his weight with yours.

With some struggle, you eventually got to your car opting to take that instead of an ambulance, and drove him to the hospital to get treated.

As you arrived at the hospital, Nikki thought that you would leave and he would never see you again, but that wasn't the case.

You stayed with him for days, making sure he was alright and got every medical treatment that he needed.

You never went home, you stayed by his side to make sure he got some sleep.

You felt immediate attraction to this man, you knew that something good was going to come out of helping Nikki.

Even after he was out of the hospital, you exchanged numbers and made sure that Nikki had checked into rehab to try and get himself clean.

Which he did, just for you.

It may have been just a good deed, but to both of you it was love at first sight.

During Rehab, Nikki had started a relationship with you.

After he got out, he had asked you to move in with him.

A year later, he proposed.

you both got married at the end of the Dr. feelgood Tour, and you have been each other's true loves ever since then.

CURRENT TIME

Smiling at you across the room, Nikki saw that your face had gone red. Nikki chuckled and looked back at the interviewer, "And that folks, was how I met your mother."

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hazshit-hotel-hater · 30 days

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Your sick little head, so brain damaged and lying in that hospital bed.

This art means a lot to me. It isn’t as rendered or polished as my other work, but I want it to look scrappy, messy, and still pretty. If you’d like to just read about the style and story of the art unrelated to myself, feel free to skip this section.

Last week I mentioned being in the hospital and the psych ward, and while I wont give extreme details, it was for an overdose. Recently after getting out I’ve been trying to act like nothing happened and it’s all going to go back to normal, but this is the 3rd time I’ve done it or been on the edge of it. Just last week I had to get rid of two of my cats just after I’d been discharged and that on top of the trauma of the whole situation I’ve just felt strangely empty. Overdoses don’t just come and go like that. The mental effects aside from whatever you took linger and hurt more than anything. “I’m doing better” really just means I’m not about to do it again, but those feelings are still stored somewhere deep inside me. For this specific piece I wanted to describe that feeling and wonder of “How would anyone feel if they found me? What will they do after?”

People don’t talk about Molly nearly as much as I think they should, but it’s understandable given that she has no set substance yet. For that reason I have made my own. The biggest thing I’ve mentioned before—in my Angel Dust headcanon post—is that I believe Molly is the one that found Anthony after he overdosed and called 911. The rest of his family was likely a bit worried, but I don’t think any of them cared as much as she did. Another headcanon of mine is that Anthony and Molly had matching rings with “AN” & “MO” engraved onto them. Molly sold her ring to pay for Anthonys funeral after his passing in the hospital and now wears Anthonys as replacement on her index finger which she eventually takes to heaven with her.

I don’t imagine she was able to visit him very often while he was in a coma but she still did when she could and would talk to him in hopes he could hear her a little bit before he left. It’d take a bit of a tangent but when sinners enter hell, in my mind entering hell takes as long as it did to die. So for Anthony it likely took him a week to a month to die during his coma from complications, and in turn, it took that same amount of time for him to full wake up in hell. Sinners to me are made and formed out of the ground in hell and wake up in a similar location to where they died. Angel Dust would’ve woken up alone in a hospital while his sister was now left alone and Anthony’s body likely already buried by then.

These are reasons why I included forget-me-nots and sweet peas as taped on decals. Their meanings being “Please don’t forget me” and “Goodbye, thank you for a wonderful time.” respectively. I also added the “M” wax seal over one of the sweet peas because I feel that it’s a sentiment that Molly held close to her heart and still does.

Molly’s body is torn from pink paper while Angel’s is blue paper. I intended for these to somewhat be seen as hands, like how the pink paper wraps over the forget-me-not when the blue paper lays beneath it to show Molly’s attempt to hold onto the memory of her brother while Angel is trying to remember his own life yet is unaware of what is happening to his sister now; unaware if she’s alive or not due to his poor keeping of time. Angel is also a scrap of paper glued above Molly’s hands to pretty genuinely symbolise they’re both in different dimensions now and can’t fully be apart of the same without the help of an external force. I also wanted to include more jumping spider elements so I’d like to think the string holding the tears is silk. Jumping spiders leave silk behind incase they fall so they can climb back up and when you put that in the form of a mentality I think Molly would fit into that very well.

I really hope we see more of Molly and I hope she had a good life and can see her brother again. Of course, she is a fictional character, but I can’t imagine the trauma she’s experienced in her life even without my personal headcanons. I love Molly a lot and just from how I personally interpret her she reminds me a lot of my mother.

Hopefully you can enjoy my ramblings and craze about these funny little spiders. 🩷

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thiccpettybitch · 9 months

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🕸 Bitter Sweet - Ch. 8 Miguel O’hara x F!Reader 🕸

I already had the idea of a Miguel POV, but an anon ask made me pull through! Please enjoy: a day in the life of Miguel O'Hara – Spiderman.

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Jerkin’ yer gerkin’, Minors DNI!

Ah~ New York at night!

The dark night sky illuminated the city lights, with cars honking as people enjoyed their Friday evening - some heading out for a night on the town, while others were making their way home. Pizza joints lined every other street, and food trucks tempted passersby with fresh falafel and tacos.

Miguel crouched on a rooftop, the aroma of a fresh pizza slice with a side of icy Pepsi making his stomach growl. But alas, he was on the clock, well... kind of.

He leaped off the roof, catching a glimpse of a man running on the pavement, crashing into a woman carrying her groceries, and sending her to the ground, cursing. Landing in front of the man, Miguel made him dig his heels into the ground, but it didn't help much, as the man slammed straight into him and fell on his ass.

"Sp-Spiderman?! Look, man, it's not what it looks like!" he stammered, trying to explain.

"That was rude of you. Why don’t you get up and help that lady back on her feet?" Miguel remarked sternly. The man appeared confused and scared, and Miguel almost felt a twinge of sympathy, almost.

Turning around, he glanced at the woman and her scattered groceries on the pavement, then back at Miguel. The man managed a sheepish smile, slowly getting up and walking over to the woman, his hands trembling slightly.

"I’m sorry, ma’am, m-my bad!" The man apologized, extending his hand. The woman scowled at him, about to smack his hand away, when she saw Spiderman approaching them from behind the man.

"Get your stu- Spiderman!" she exclaimed, swiftly snatching the man's hand and pulling herself up, causing him to stumble and fall forward on his face.

"Oh my god! My son is such a big fan! Do you mind if I get a selfie?" she excitedly asked.

"Of course, ma’am," Miguel answered, wrapping his arm around her and leaning in close to pose for the selfie. "What’s your son's name?"

"Marcus," the woman answered, passing him the phone.

Miguel held the phone up above them, clicking record as he filmed the two of them. He pulled the woman close, causing her to let out a small giggle.

"Hey Marcus! I’m here with your lovely mom; she’s out here helping me fight crime! She’s a real angel, and you're lucky to have such a tough mom! Make sure you tell her how much you love her this week!" he said warmly into the camera.

"And help take out the trash!" she quipped in, smiling up at him.

Miguel chuckled and turned to the camera again, "And the trash, of course! Very important! Stay safe out there!"

Miguel handed her the phone back, making some jokes and small talk while the guy was on the ground, collecting her groceries back into her bags. Once he was finished and once again apologized, she just gave him a dirty look but accepted the apology. Miguel grabbed him by the collar, tossed him up in the air, and webbed him up onto a lamp post, asking the woman to dial 911 as he was a known bag snatcher.

The woman looked on in shock, nodding her head before saying goodbye and thanks as Miguel webbed onto a building and swung away, off to the next one.

On another rooftop, he had a view down at the city below. A group of girls was piling around a food truck, giggling and cheering as they all received some much-needed gyros with extra garlic sauce, judging by the smell of it. Miguel's stomach growled again, and he forced himself to look away, observing a woman pulling a small child along. The girl seemed too excited by a woman with a dog walking past them to keep up with her mom.

Miguel webbed onto another building, swiftly swinging a few blocks, his eyes scanning around for anything out of order. He stopped on another rooftop, an apartment building with air conditioners on every window. Using his hand, he landed near a window, placing a hand on one of the air conditioners to peek down at the local corner shop.

Inside the kitchen of the apartment next to him sat a small girl eating her dinner. She grimaced down at a piece of broccoli, moving it aside with her fork, while her mother stood by the sink doing the dishes. The girl glanced up and did a double-take, her eyes widening with excitement. She pointed at him and was about to turn to her mother when Miguel brought a finger up to his masked face, motioning for her to keep quiet.

She nodded enthusiastically, smiling wide with one of her front teeth missing. Miguel gave her a small wave, pointing at her broccoli and rubbing his stomach. She frowned a bit shaking her head, that was until he brought up his arms, flexing them to show off his muscles, and then pointed at the broccoli again. The girl lit up, nodding and swooping the broccoli up, eating it whole. The little girl flexed her own arm and grinned up at him.

Miguel smiled, waving to her before leaping off the building, webbing onto another one and slowly lowering himself to the ground. Quietly, he opened the door, his hand clutching around the bell that would announce someone entering the building. He maneuvered inside, watching as the cashier held his hands up, a gun pointed at his chest.

"Put the damn money in the damn bag!" the masked man yelled, using his gun to urge the cashier to hurry up.

"Okay, okay! Please don’t-" the cashier stammered, but suddenly froze, staring past the robber, which caused him to flare his gun around again.

"Hey, what did I tell you?! What are you staring at..."

As the robber turned around, his eyes started from Miguel's feet and slowly made their way up to his masked head, watching as he towered over him. Miguel snatched the gun from the man's hand, throwing it behind him, and then grabbed the man by his collar, pulling him close to his face.

"Boo," Miguel said, with a mischievous grin.

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The cashier waved as Miguel swung past him, off to another rooftop. The robber was webbed onto the store's wall, and sirens in the distance were closing in.

Perched on a tall building, Miguel pulled out his phone and began scrolling, thankful that the touch screen still responded to his touch with the suit on. Sighing quietly, he scrolled through some of his messages – a few selfies from Reilly showing off his gym time, six from Peter B with a request to go out for pizza (more like, "Can we go out to eat, and you pay?"), but he didn't mind.

When there wasn't any commotion or signs of trouble, he continued scrolling, choosing to browse through some social media. Swiping a few times, he chuckled to himself when he saw a Duolingo meme, shaking his head. Maybe he'd show you that tomorrow.

Switching over to his contacts, he swiped through them, stopping when he reached the letter that your name began with. A small frown formed on his face. He turned off his phone and clipped it back under his suit – an uncomfortable but necessary location.

He could have just sent that to you if he had your number.

"Ey! Give me your phone so I can send you a meme," he practiced to himself.

Nope.

"Give me your number so I can send you homework if you’re sick," he contemplated. But you came to class on time and weren't sick often, so it's not like he'd need to check in on you.

No, that's too out of nowhere.

Miguel shook his head, glancing around the city below him. The eyes on his mask narrowed as his eyebrows furrowed.

"May I... have your number?" he practiced, the words slipping out tentatively.

Sliding off the ledge, Miguel began pacing back and forth, speaking to himself, his arms motioning as he spoke.

‘’May i-‘’

Too formal

"May... Can I have your number? Do you want to give me your number?" Miguel muttered, feeling the words coming out awkwardly and forced.

Why did it sound so strange when he said it outloud?

Swinging around and using both hands, he pointed in front of him, trying to inject some confidence into his demeanor. "I'M SPIDERMAN, GIVE ME YOUR NUMBER!"

But it didn't work. He hung his head, dropping his arms to his sides in defeat.

Sigh... why is it so difficult?

Miguel's head whipped around as he heard shouting, jumping up on the ledge and perching, he looked around, trying to focus on the sound. A few buildings away, he honed in on a small takeout place. Miguel could make out a man hunched over a counter with a bloodied brow and a gun pressed against his temple.

Leaping off the building, he webbed his way to the building opposite the shop, scanning the scene. Three men held the man at gunpoint, money already in hand, and they continued shouting at him. Miguel quickly webbed onto a nearby building, swinging and gaining momentum. He took a quick turn, flipping in the air, and shot forward, sliding through the open door at the front, making everyone inside jump.

"Bro, I told you we should have just left!" one of the masked men said, throwing his hands up in the air and stepping back.

"Don’t fucking move, man, we got this!" said another man, the one holding a gun to the owner's head.

The third one just stood there; silently watching everything play out.

"Let’s all relax, no need for anyone to get hurt," Miguel said, raising his arms slightly and motioning for them to calm down.

"Man, don’t fucking move, or I’m popping the old man," the one with the gun warned, pressing it against the owner's temple, causing him to beg for his life in Spanish.

"No need for that. Tell you what? You let the man go, and I’ll let you walk out of here, no problem," Miguel assured, holding his hand up higher.

"Nah, you’ll just follow us. You gotta, like, cuff yourself to the store or something!" the nervous one said, pacing back and forth between the two other masked men.

"Cuff? Bro, he’s Spiderman! He don't got no fucking cuffs!" the one with the gun said, looking over at the nervous one.

"What? You never seen Batman do that? He's got, like, a belt with all doo dats!" the nervous one retorted.

"Bro, first off; it’s not 'doo dats,' it’s his Bat-Arsenal! You know, like gadgets and equipment, and shit! Second, SHUT THE FUCK UP, RICHIE! YOU IDIOT!"

The nervous guy gasped, mouth agape, throwing his hands up in the air and hanging his head back. He walked around the room, looking around in disbelief.

"BRUH! You just used my name in front of Batman!!!" he exclaimed.

"HE'S SPIDERMAN!" the man with the gun yelled back.

The man with the gun spun around, yelling at the nervous guy, who yelled back, both of them about to throw hands. The silent one just looked up at Miguel and shrugged.

Miguel webbed onto the gun, pulling it towards him and catching it. All three of the masked men stopped, slowly turning their heads to Miguel, silently staring at him. He tossed the gun to the owner, who caught it and froze. The tension in the room could be cut with a knife.

"Heh... uhm, so-" Miguel began, trying to break the awkward silence.

They all charged towards the owner, and Miguel sprung into action, getting to him first and lifting him over the counter to safety. He urged him to call the police before turning to the three masked men. Miguel skillfully dodged two hits from the angry one and the nervous one, retaliating by smacking the angry one in the face and kicking the nervous one into the silent one.

The angry one managed to land a punch, but he was swiftly kicked in the face as Miguel executed a backflip in the air. The nervous one stopped mid-charge, letting out a yelp as he watched Miguel's smooth movements. Miguel capitalized on the opportunity and smacked him in the face, knocking him out. Meanwhile, the silent one charged at Miguel, attempting a punch, but his fist was caught mid-strike. Miguel pulled him in, delivering a powerful smack that sent his face into the counter.

All three of them lay on the floor, groaning in pain. Miguel webbed them together, leaving them incapacitated on the floor.

"¡Muchas gracias, Spiderman! You really saved my ass!" The owner awkwardly stepped over the group, grabbing the sack of money from the floor.

"No problem, sir. Happy to help! Are you sure you're okay? You're bleeding," Miguel said, concern in his voice.

"Huh?" The man reached up and touched the cut, hissing and mumbling in Spanish as he brought his hand down and looked at the blood on his fingers. "Ay... mi mujer me va a matar."

Miguel chuckled and shook his head, "I think she'll just be happy to have you come home."

They both froze, Miguel going rigid with an 'oh shit!' look on his face under the mask.

"¿Eres hispano? ¿Spiderman es hispano?" the man asked excitedly as he made his way over to him.

"I- no… uh- no, I just-"

"No te preocupes, tu secreto está a salvo conmigo, Spiderman."

The man said, clasping his shoulder with a warm smile on his face. Miguel was about to say something when his stomach spoke for him, a loud growl echoing in the quiet room.

After a few minutes, the owner handed him a to-go bag full of some empanadas, the same big smile on his face. Miguel thanked the man and watched speechless as the owner walked over to the three men on the floor, crouching down and feeding them all their own empanadas, scolding them like a father would his naughty children.

"We're sorry…" they all said quietly and shamefully in unison.

"And you!" the man said, pointing up at Miguel, "No more fighting crime on an empty stomach, eh?"

Miguel awkwardly laughed, nodding his head.

"You come back here again, ¿entiendes? Maybe during opening hours though, bring your Pareja, I'll give you a discount!"

Hearing sirens closing in, Miguel saluted the owner, dashing through the door and webbing onto a building, shooting off. The owner chased him out the door, waving him off and yelling after him.

"¡Gracias! Spiderman!"

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Miguel sat perched on a tall skyscraper, his mask pulled up to his nose as he ate and watched another episode of 'La Reina del Sur.' Reaching into the brown to go bag next to him, he snatched another empanada and eagerly took a big bite, catching some of the juices threatening to spill from the corner of his mouth and licking them up vigorously.

God damn, these are good!

Sirens blared, and Miguel cursed, quickly pausing the video and sliding it under his suit. He awkwardly readjusted it before glancing at the bag with a sad whimper at the last few empanadas left. Then, he leaped off the building, free-falling towards the ground.

Miguel webbed onto a building, swinging through Times Square and landing in the middle of the street just in time to scoop up a woman and leap out of the way of a car speeding through. The woman praised him nonstop, clinging onto him, and he awkwardly had to pry her off. He reassured her that everything was okay as he raced after the car being pursued by several cop cars.

Miguel swiftly webbed onto one of the cop cars as it went by, landing on its roof before using its speed to transition to another one and then another. He peeked down through the passenger window, startling the ride-along, who let out a scream. The captain, who was driving, growled at him, yelling for him not to get involved. However, his tone changed when shots began flying past them.

Both of them stared ahead in shock before Captain Stacy let out a sigh and yelled out, "You mind?" He motioned towards the car, and Miguel nodded, quickly climbing back up onto the car's roof. He smacked his hand against it repeatedly, calling out for them to speed up.

Captain Stacy certainly did. He pushed down on the gas pedal enough that Miguel had to grab onto the roof for stability until they got closer to the car. With a swift motion, Miguel webbed onto a nearby lamppost, letting out a loud "WOOOO!" as he got launched forward and gracefully landed on top of the speeding car.

The man who was halfway out the window aimed his gun at him, but Miguel was too agile and quick to react. With a skillful kick, he knocked the gun out of the man's hand, allowing it to clatter onto the ground, hoping that the approaching police officers would take care of it.

In one fluid motion, he reached in, grabbed the perpetrator by his collar, and effortlessly pulled him out of the car, tossing him to the side. Miguel shot out a web to ensure the man landed safely, and as he glanced up, he witnessed the fugitive being swiftly surrounded and apprehended by the waiting officers.

Miguel gracefully swung himself inside the car through the open window, catching everyone inside off guard. He nodded to the driver through the rearview mirror, flashing a cocky smile behind the mask.

"What the fu-"

"What's up, guys?" The man next to him stared in shock, his head turning between Miguel and the driver, holding a gun in his hand, speechless.

"Yo, you mind if I just-" Miguel swiftly snatched the gun from the man's hand and tossed it into the back, "Yeah, thanks, man! I appreciate it!"

Miguel swiftly incapacitated the guy in the back with one powerful punch, but his triumph was short-lived as the driver suddenly brandished a gun, aiming it at him and pulling the trigger. Thanks to his heightened reflexes, Miguel managed to dodge the bullet just in time, but the deafening gunshot left his ears ringing, reminding him of the danger he was in.

Okay, playtime’s over.

He grabbed the driver's arm and forced it backward, the sickening sound of a bone snapping filling the air as the man screamed in pain. The sudden jolt caused the driver to slam on the brakes, sending both him and Miguel hurtling forward. Miguel crashed through the front windshield, rolling a few feet away from the car, while the driver ended up halfway on the car's hood.

Groaning, Miguel pushed himself up, his hand instinctively going to his side, where he winced in pain.

Wear your seatbelt kiddos.

As he managed to get back on his feet, though still feeling a bit wobbly, Miguel looked up and saw the man sprawled across the car's hood, bloodied and barely conscious. He took a painful step forward, but then another gun was aimed at him, this time by Captain Stacy, who had arrived not far behind.

"Hands up!" the Captain demanded.

Miguel rolled his eyes, shaking his head in both annoyance and disbelief. "Really, Captain? Right now? I just got launched through a window, and that guy—"

"I said hands UP!" Captain Stacy interrupted firmly.

"Captain, this guy needs help!" the ride-along called out from behind them, checking the man's pulse.

Captain Stacy hesitated for a moment, glancing between Miguel and the injured man. Seizing the opportunity, Miguel swiftly webbed onto a nearby building and swung away, making a quick but painful escape. He could hear the Captain swearing after him, but he ignored it, focused on finding a discreet way to get back home without drawing any more attention.

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He had made it home, carefully pulling his suit off and dropping it on the floor next to his bed. Next, he made his way into the bathroom, wearing only his boxers, and placed a newspaper on the floor before sitting down on the toilet. He grabbed his first aid kit, ignoring the stacks of newspapers in the corner that he used when he shaved his ball-

Not important.

He instead focused on the pieces of glass wedged into his side and forearms, grateful he managed to shield his face from the glass before crashing through it. Using a pair of tweezers, he began picking out the shards of glass and some dirt, hissing as he managed to extract a deep piece, causing his blood to drip down his muscular ribs.

He continued the process, doing the same on his forearm, inspecting himself in the bathroom mirror until he was sure there weren't any shards left. He then jumped into the shower, resting one arm against the shower wall, enjoying the feeling of the water washing over him.

The stinging on his arm and rib had stopped, indicating that he had indeed removed all the glass, and his wounds had started healing on their own. One of the best perks of being Spiderman was his accelerated healing, minimizing the downtime due to injuries.

Rolling his head from side to side, Miguel savored the soothing sensation of warm water cascading down his body, washing away the day's aches and soreness. The comforting flow of the showerhead caressed his chest and streamed down his torso, adding to the relaxing ambiance. As he closed his eyes, a vivid image of you appeared in his mind's eye. You standing there with him, your hair wet and flowing down your shoulders, gazing up at him with rosy cheeks and an enticingly bitten bottom lip.

His eyes shot open, and he was met with an unexpected spray straight to the face, causing him to curse as he frantically rubbed at his eyes, feeling utterly exhausted. Looking down, he allowed the water to cascade down his back, and he directed his gaze towards his hardening dick. A tired expression crossed his face as he contemplated whether the effort was worth it or not. In the end, his dick seemed to make the decision for him, providing a clear answer.

Ooh, yes~

Clasping down around his shaft, he began pumping himself until he was fully hard. He leaned forward, head against the wall, as he continued stroking his cock, eyes closed. He licked his bottom lip as he picked up his phase, imagining you on your knees there, ready to help him out.

He cursed, his eyes screwed shut, as he wrapped his hand around the tip, purposefully tightening his grip as his fingers grazed the underside of his tip, imagining that instead of his fingers, it was your tongue. Miguel's head fell back as he continued stroking himself faster, enjoying the image of you pressed up against the shower wall, ass facing him as he clung on to your hips, fucking you hard and raw as you moaned his name.

His hips involuntary thrust up into his hand, imagining himself smacking your ass as he got close, imagined what you would feel like when you tightened around him, glancing back at him and begging him to cum inside you. His thighs twitched and spasmed as he came into his own hand and the shower wall in front of him, panting loudly he took a moment before he moved, gaining control of his wobbly legs again.

Glancing up at the shower wall, he let out a tired groan, reaching for the shower head to wash away the day's grime. Grabbing the soap, he decided to give himself one final refreshing cleanse, hoping to wash away all the stress and exhaustion.

Miguel flopped down on his bed, emitting a slight groan as he pushed his suit under the bed with one hand while dropping the brown empanada bag on top of it. He chose not to feel ashamed about the fact that he stopped to pick it back up, rationalizing it by not wanting to litter. But, in truth, his fridge was bare, not having enough time on his hands to cook, and being too tired and too exhausted to get something on his way home.

Finishing the last empanada and the episode of La Reina del Sur he was on, Miguel put his phone on charge and fell back against the bed, one arm draped over his face as he enjoyed the soft firmness of his bed. Moving his elbow out of the way, he glanced at his alarm clock and let out a loud groan.

It was 4 am.

He knew he would get, at best, three hours of good sleep. The thought of getting up and getting ready for school made his stomach turn, and he let out another loud groan as if someone would hear it and let him off the hook. After all, he was intelligent enough to get into pretty much any university he wanted to. Besides, he had his eyes on an Alchemax scholarship; that was the only reason he even bothered with school.

Rolling over, his face pressed into the pillow, he let out one final groan before his eyelids felt too heavy for him to keep his eyes open.

Oh well, at least he’d get to see you tomorrow.

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Translations:

¡Muchas gracias! - Thank you very much!

mi mujer me va a matar - my wife is going to kill me

¿Eres hispano? - Are you Hispanic?

¿Spiderman es hispano? - Is Spiderman Hispanic?

No te preocupes - Don't worry

tu secreto está a salvo conmigo - your secret is safe with me

¿entiendes? - do you understand?

Pareja - partner or significant other

Gracias - Thank you

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