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chelsea-xxx2003 · 6 months

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Classmate

Miles x black fem reader

(Not my image)

Summary - Y/n delivers a textbook to Miles’ house when he forgets it in maths class.

The extra curricular maths class is over. I attended because we have an exam next week. I really don't know why I stayed, I don't think I needed it. It's only a few students that went after school. The teachers words are just gibberish because I'm too tired to listen. The bell rings and everyone immediately starts packing up to leave this place to enjoy their weekend. I'm a bit slow in packing my things making me the last one to leave.

"Oh Y/n!"

I was literally by the doorway when Mrs Williams called me. I put on an award winning fake smile and walk to her desk. She's not buying though.

"You can stop the act."

*Sigh* "Was it that obvious?"

"I'm a black woman too okay. Don't get me started."

We both share a small laugh before she continues talking.

"Mr Morales over here has left his text book. Could you go and give it to him. I'll write his address on this paper. Usually, I wouldn't do this but we have an exam next week and I have a feeling he might need it over the weekend."

She writes it on a piece of paper and hands it to me. I read and it doesn't seem too far. Just in the opposite direction I go. I walk outside and start heading in the direction of the address. I really haven't walked here before but it looks pretty lively. There's a basketball court with guys my age playing, music blasting but in an enjoyable way and everyone talking to each other.

I reach the apartment building. I go to press the buzzer but someone was making their way out and held the door for me. I walk inside and up the stairs. I check the paper again to be sure. Third floor. Ok In that moment I realise how awkward this could be. I mean we barely talk. The only time we do is when we are put in groups to work together. Nothing else.

I knock on the door and wait. I can hear a lady talking. Spanish I think. I couldn't hear another person so she must have been on the phone. The locks on the door unlock and the door opens showing a lady in scrubs and an apron on top. The aroma of well seasoned food graces my nose. But that's not the focus.

She looks at me with an eyebrow raised. I think I should introduce myself before I die of awkwardness. I take a peek at her name tag. Rio Morales

"Umm hi Mrs Morales?"

"That's me."

"I'm Y/n and I'm just here to deliver Miles' maths textbook, he forgot it in class and we have an exam next week. Our teacher thought that he might need it so that he can study over the weekend."

She looks me up and down like the security guard at school. All of a sudden I feel like in hiding illegal substances. Her expression changes to a soft one. She's balancing her phone between her ear and shoulder.

"Oh come in."

"Wait but-"

She continues her conversation on the phone and walks to the kitchen. What now? I look at the time on my phone. Its 4:48 and I really should be home by now. I close the door and I peek into the kitchen to where she is. She finishes her conversation on the phone with a 'girl bye, talk to you later'.

She looks at me and I stand up straight. I've been taught by my dad to make a good impression and to respect elders, only when necessary. "I didn't know Miles a 'girl' friend." She did the two finger gesture at the word 'girl'.

"Well we're just classmates really." I give an awkward laugh to sorts ease the tension inside me. "Umm Mrs Morales I really shou-"

"Would you like something to eat. I cooked a lot so there is plenty"

The food she was cooking smelt so good. I haven't smelt something like this since my mom died. My stomach was begging for it but should I really. She has this smile on her face that is so convincing. Why not.

"Let me call home first."

"Ok"

I call and someone picks up the phone.

"Y/n where are you? You should have been home by now. You have me worried sick."

"Yeah, sorry Jay. I had to deliver something to a classmate. His mother offered for me stay for dinner. If that's cool with you."

"A friend? Oh how nice. Sure you can stay over. Don't stay too long though. Ok bye now"

I thought she would be my saving grace but no. Jadyn is my neighbour and is looking after me whilst my dad is out on deployment. She's always telling me that I need to make friends. I do have friends, in LA.

I cut the phone and look at Mrs Morales who has a waiting look on her face. "I can stay over."

"That's good. My husband should be back in a minute and Miles..... where's Miles?"

I take my jacket off and hook it by the door and place my bag in a corner. I take off my shoes and place them to where other shoes are.

"Well since I'm here I can help you. If you don't mind."

"Oh sure. You can set the table for me."

She hands me plates, cutlery and mats. I place them nicely with the fork on the left and the knife on the right. I place the extra mats in the middle for the food. The door opens and this big guy in a cop uniform walks in. I freeze in my spot.

"Hey Jeff, welcome home." Rio goes and hugs him and kiss his cheek. I look away though.

"Hi. Who's this?" He asks looking at me through those dark glasses. I can feel the intense look.

"This is Y/n. Miles friend at school."

Again with the 'friend'. I barely know the boy. We've only had a few interactions at school.

"Nice to meet you Mr Mora-" I had put my hand out to shake his.

"What brings you here." He takes his jacket and hat off to hang it.

Well, that hurt.

"I was just delivering Miles' maths textbook. He had forgotten it in class so I was leaving it here for him because we have an exam next week."

"Oh ok. What do your grades look like?"

"Jeff stop."

"What? I'm just making sure she ain't a bad influence on Miles. Speaking of you don't happen to be keeping Miles later than usual?"

"N-no sir. I'm a straight A student at school."

Now he was inspecting me from head to toe. I know the feeling. My dad did that if he thought I was doing something suspicious or making sure my room was clean. I get put on the spot, especially by people of authority.

"What do your parents do?"

Oh damn. Here we go. I always hate this part. When I tell them they have a look of pity and I don't like it. They start treating me like I'm fragile.

"Umm my mom died when I was a kid." I look down so I don't have to see their faces morph into sorrow. I finally look up and of course they look sorry for me. I give a small smile. "That was many years ago, it doesn't bother me too much." I try to brush it off.

"Oh gosh. I'm so sorry."

"My dad on the other hand is a staff sergeant in the army."

Both their eyes widen. Mrs Morales in amazements and Mr Morales in an "oh crap" kinda look. That the look I always get after telling people my dad is in the army and his rank shocks them. I bet he feels bad for assuming I was a bad kid and intimidating me. At that same time the door opens again revealing Miles.

"Sorry I'm late. I was at the library studying for next weeks maths exam."

We all look at him. This guy is in so much trouble. He looks back and notices me. Lord help this boy.

"Oh Y/n, what are you doing here?" he asks confused.

"Oh you where at the library. Wow Jeff we have a smart and dedicated son right." Rio cheerfully says.

"Oh yeah, I'm very proud. So what topic where you studying?"

"Umm you know algebra, trigonometry and stuff."

"Oh what were you using?"

"My maths textbook."

Lord send an angel to take me now. The sarcasm is so present in the room. How can he not detect it? But at the same time I wanna watch. Both Mr and Mrs Morales give each other an unimpressed look. It's about to go down (insert Kevin Hart voice).

"Ok Mr 'I was at the library' answer this question. How can you study when your maths book is on the table?" His mom asks.

He glances at the table behind me and sees his textbook laying there.

"Y/n here has kindly come to drop your book here since you left it at school. Isn't that so nice of her hmm?" The tone in her voice is so unsettling. I would melt if I was Miles. Caught in a lie. Miles then looks at me. I feel guilty for bringing his book. Wait that ain't right, it's not my fault for the kind gesture.

"Anyway, dinners ready. We'll talk about this later. Y/n is staying over for dinner. She set the table so nicely."

His mom goes back into the kitchen to dish the food. His dad goes to sit at the table and Miles lays his stuff on the sofa in defeat and sits next to his dad. I shuffle to the kitchen to continue helping.

Now we are all seated at the table. His dad at the head of the table, his mom next to him, Miles opposite her and me next to her. But other than that, food looks great. I sit with my hands to my side. I don't want to make the first move.

"Let's say grace shall we."

They each other’s hands. I follow the same suit. I do this with my dad when he's home. His mom starts to pray.

"Lord may you bless this food we are about to eat, bless the people in this house.... even if they attempt to lie. Amen."

Talk about shade. I'm sure the heavens felt that. Now we are eating in silence. It's fine because the food is so delicious.

"So y/n, you said your dad is a staff sergeant. How long has he been in the army?"

I swallow my food and answer the question. "He's been in the army for 22 years now. He's 45 now so he was 23 when he joined."

We eventually finish eating. The conversations flow nicely without any awkwardness. However Miles hasn't said a thing. Kinda forgot he was here.

"Miles clear the plates." Without a word he hurry's to do the dishes. While his mom and dad are talking about their day at work I go to the kitchen to help him out. I grab a dish towel that's on the counter and start drying the dishes.

"Sorry if I got you in trouble."

"It's not your fault, it was for a good reason. I shouldn't have lied in the first place."

"Call me a detective or something but I think you had paint on your face. I don't think your parents noticed."

He pauses and looks at me. He clears his throat and discreetly says "Spray painting."

"Oh word?"

He nods his head and continues with the plates.

"Anyway thanks for bringing my book."

"Don't thank me, it was Mrs Williams' idea. I was just about to head home when she stopped me. Then your mom asked me to stay for dinner. Btw your parents are so intimidating but nice at the same time."

He laughs. He has a cute laugh.

"I think a dad in the army is more intimidating if I say so. I think you had my dad a bit shook. What does your mom do?"

"Uh my mom was a nurse."

"Was?"

"She died when I was a child, too young to remember."

"Oh I'm sorry about that."

"It's ok. Anyway, we've finished now. I have to get going home. It's dark now."

"Thanks for helping out. See you at school then."

"Yeah."

We bothwalk to the dinning area. This grabs his parents attention. "Uh I have to get going now. Thanks for the meal Mrs Morales, it was really nice."

"Oh darling, it's fine. Hope to see you again. But it's dark now, I'm sure Jeff can give you a ride."

He happily agrees and gets up to put his jacket on. I put my shoes and jacket on and pick up my bag. I say goodbye to Mis and his mom. I can see Miles say something behind his mom without her noticing. He said 'pray for me'. Oh yeah he's still in trouble. I close the door and walk downstairs with his dad.

I give him the address and it's a silent ride. I'm not complaining though. I open the door and Jadyn is already by the door.

"Y/n it's dark out and....... what have you done?"

She notices the cop behind me.

"Oh this is Miles' dad, he gave me a ride home. You know, my 'friend'.

"Oh well thank you Mr Morales for bringing her home, hope she wasn't any trouble."

"Not at all. It's my son that's in trouble. It was nice to have you y/n."

With that he leaves.

"Miles huh? Sounds like a boy name." She's smirking at me.

"No" I leave for my room before she can say anything else. I jump on bed thinking about today. Today was ok. That interacting with Miles was fun. I'm glad I stayed after all.

#into the spider verse #miles morales #spider verse #miles morales x reader #spiderman

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helpallthenamesaretakenblog · 2 months

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so :D i wrote my first ever fanfic because i was intrigued and want to know if i could do it. i hope you like it :)) i nerded out way too much on this one so spare me pls be kind!

description: set during the battle of manhattan, tlo. slightly canon divergent. lot of percy angst. tw: su!cidal thoughts. percys pov. percabeth being cute. based on the poem 'stopping by the woods on a snowy evening' by robert frost :)

Miles to Go Before I Sleep- A PJO Fanfiction

I couldn't sleep that night. I paced the room for two hours until late night as if there was something terrible was going to happen. I was worried sick--about Annabeth, about the war, about everything. At midnight, moonlight streamed through the hotel window as I sat, almost lifelessly on the bed, staring into nothing. Suddenly, I heard a creak in the door, and I was about to snatch riptide before I heard a whisper, "Percy? You awake?"

In the shadows, I saw the familiar figure of Grover, tired after a long day of attending to the satyrs. He sat down next to me on the bed, and we both stared at the wall in comfortable silence. For a moment, I could almost close my eyes and imagine that we were 12 year olds at Yancy again. "The Apollo kids are seeing you through the hotel surveillance cameras. They sent me to ask you to sleep" "Since you're the only one right now who I'll listen to?" ".....yep"

While Grover rambled something about him being my unofficial mom right now, I looked at my bedside table, and there it was. Pandora's Jar. Man, I wished the stupid thing would stop following me around, and right now, it wasn't the best time for me to want to resist opening it. Unfortunately, Grover read my emotions. "You want to open it, don't you?"

The question, which had always been on the back of my mind, really stung now that it was said out loud. I think Grover could see I was breaking down a little on the inside, and wrapped me in an awkward hug. "I-I do," it came spilling out of my mouth, my voice cracking. "It just feels like the Fates are giving me an opportunity instead of a challenge. I feel like everything around me is falling apart. I'm not good at handling war. If I give up to Kronos, he'd kill me, as long as I'd make him promise he wouldn't hurt you guys. It's just easier. It's better for everyone else" My eyes felt wet, and I pulled away quickly. Grover looked so lost, I immediately felt bad for making him worry about me. "Go to sleep, Percy," he said in a painful tone, as if I was a delusional grandpa who had gotten loose from the nursing home bed. Before I could say anything, he pulled out his reedpipes. Before I could protest, he started playing soft, sweet music and before I knew it, I was asleep.

In my dream, I was sitting with Annabeth in the strawberry field, while she had a book in her lap. Annabeth was smiling, her hair glinting in the sunlight. She was okay. We were okay. It was a sunny day and all the campers were having fun. I remembered this day; this conversation had happened two months before the war. Woah. That felt so far away.

"I finally found the greek version of this poem!" she said excited, her eyes sparkling, which gave me butterflies. "This poem is really famous for the last four lines, wait-wait, I'll read it out to you" She picked it up. "So the English version of these lines are: "The woods are lovely, dark and deep, but I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep" I bumped her shoulder with mine. "Ok, nerd...what's the point?"

She rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. "It basically means that the poet wanted to die and found death a beautiful easy way out, but he realised he still had a duty in his life and that he still had a long way before his time to go, isn't that so poetic?" "I guess. You're better at this than me"

This didn't happen that day, but she opened her arms, as if about to hug me, probably due to Grover's magical reedpipe music, and for a second I felt elated that life felt livable again, before the ground opened up before she could, and I fell into endless darkness.

I woke up, shaking. I felt like I had been given a sweater in the cold before it got snatched away, leaving me back in the freezing winter. Grover was gone. I wanted to go back to sleep. I wanted things to be alright again. I wanted to see Annabeth happy and nerdy as usual and hug her. But sunlight streamed in through the window, and I forced myself out of the bed and went up the stairs to where Annabeth was.

When I walked up to her in the chair, my heart broke again. She looked so different from the dream. Her eyes were weakly staring at the view, she was shivering and her face was still a little gray. "Hey" she said. I checked up on her, talking to her about her health, which was slowly getting better, thankfully, but it didn't stop me from feeling guilty.

As I stared at her hopelessly, Pandora's Jar appeared on the table next to her. Annabeth studied my face. "We should put it in a place where it stays there"

I nodded my head in agreement. I took the jar gingerly in my hands. I looked out into the view from above. The whole city was in my sight. I saw demigods rebuilding the mortal's homes, some of which were damaged after the day's fight. I saw Nico rejoining a skeleton from his army's bones, with Will hovering curiously from a distance. "Is that a coccyx ?" "Gesundheit" If I died, he'd be the prophecy kid. I saw two tired aphrodite girls staring at a broken mirror, as if wondering where their life (and skin) started to break. I needed to keep them going. I needed to survive, I couldn't let them down. I needed to give them what they were fighting for. They were fighting for me. All my depression would have to wait for another day.

"It must be annoying," Annabeth said. "Don't you ever just want to open it?"

"Nah," I gave her my bravest smile, as I carried the jar to the door, where I would give it to be locked in a storage locker in the hotel. "I have promises to keep; and miles to go before I sleep"

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keii-starz · 2 months

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answer any or all I wanna know more about you 👁️👁️

Do you have freckles?

Do you drink tea or coffee? How do you take it?

What was the last song you listened to?

Do you sleep on your back, stomach or side?

Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?

Do you prefer drawing or writing?

What’s your ideal number of blankets to sleep with?

What’s your favorite band/artist?

When is your birthday?

How tall are you?

What color are your eyes?

Who are five (or more) people you want to hug right now?

Fears?

What’s your favorite color?

What’s your favorite season?

Want any tattoos? What of?

Want any piercings? Where?

Who is the last person you texted?

Do you have a best friend? How long have you been friends?

What/who do you miss?

How was your day today?

How much sleep did you get last night?

Do you believe in aliens?

When was the last time you cried? Why?

What’s your favorite decade?

What are some seemingly childish things you like?

What’s your favorite book? Or just one you’ve read a few times?

How are you, really?

Does it take you a long time to make decisions?

What are you looking forward to in the near future?

What are you looking forward to in the distant future?

If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go?

Do you sleep with your door open or closed?

What’s your favorite flower?

Do you currently have a squish?

Do you like your middle name?

Do you prefer dogs or cats?

Do you have any phobias?

Do you stay up late?

Do you like the beach? Do you prefer it sunny or cloudy?

What’s your favorite cartoon?

Tag 5 of your favorite blogs

Do you have siblings? How many?

Who was the last person you said “I love you” to?

Is there anyone you would die for?

What do you need when you’re sad?

Have you memorized your phone number?

Who’s someone you can trust with your life?

What does your last text say?

Wild Card. Any question, ask away.

1. I wish (no) 😔

2. I drink both!!! but I don't drink coffee that often, and when I do, it's only if it has milk and sugar in it! when I drink tea, I usually drink milk tea, or I add milk to my matcha tea, but sometimes I just drink regular tea!

3. DAYDREAM by HIGHLIGHT!!!

4. I sleep on my back, but I actually prefer sleeping on my side!! I just dont sleep on my side most of the time because I sleep with headphones on, and its kinda uncomfortable sleeping on my side with headphones on

5. yes!! my little teddy bear that I got from my bestie!!! I named him lucy

6. hmm I love both a lot, but I'd say drawing!

7. ummm it doesn't really matter for me but I'll say teo because of my blanket I've had since childhood (its too small to cover me now so ofc I have to use another blanket)

8. hmm for band, it'd be LUCY!!! (K-band) I think the violin in their music makes their songs sound even nicer! but my fav part is obv sangyeop's soft voice :3

but for artists in general...hmm there's quite a few, so I'll name them by language! 1. CRAVITY (korean boy group), ZICO (korean soloist, k-hiphop), COLDE (korean soloist, k-r&b), 2. yoh kamiyama (japanese), TUYU (japanese band), 3. jeremy zucker, suggi (english)

9. february 11!

14. sage green!!

15. autumn! not too cold or hot, and not as much bugs!

19. I do! we've been friends since 4th grade!

21. it was great!!! I had so much fun and got to eat a lot of good food!!

24. sometime last week, I think tuesday..I think it had smth to do with my insecurities or like. how I keep getting the feeling I'm not wanted

28. my mental and physical states both suck a ton, but since I've returned home for spring break, im trying to convince myself to not worry about anything and just think of this as a lil vacation just until this is over

31. im definitely looking forward to moving out of my mom's house or just not staying with my family in general...I want to get an apartment where I feel relaxed at when I turn into an adult

32. if I could go anywhere right now...I would probably go to my aunt's house in florida..tbh, I wouldn't say her cooking's (sorry auntie 😔) the best, but I'd probably feel way...calmer? there and less likely to cry so often

34. my favorite flower is the star of bethlehem!!! it's really really pretty!!! im pretty sure it's a poisonous flower tho lol

39. all the time 😊

42. I prefer cloudy days! sunny days are nice, but I don't like getting the sun in my eyes very much, plus the sky is prettier with clouds :3

44. 5 of my fav blogs: @azulashengrottospiano @dove-da-birb @twistwonderlanddevotee @alexisomnias @l7k-a

45. I have 2 siblings! an older brother and younger sister, who is the youngest, but if I didn't tell u this and you met us both irl, you'd probably think shes the older one based on height and personality lol

47. I would die for any of my friends in a heartbeat

48. music!!! I CANNOT go without my music I tell u!!!

49. nope!!! you see, my phone doesn't tell me my phone number, so I always have to ask other people what it is 😐 (my other phone did tho)

50. uhhh hmmm this one is really hard bcuz I don't think I know anyone irl who I can trust with my life but probably...no one..?

#keianswersasks!❥ ҉#cas <3 🦈#I was going to answer it in the morning but I got caught up with a lot of things so im answering this at night 😔

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polarisbibliotheque · 3 months

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You are currently one of my favorite DMC writers! I love re-reading your stuff because it always puts me in a good, comfy mood! I just adore how you portray casual intimacy, too. It just seems so gentle and natural. I also love your portrayal of the boys. They always feel like they have a depth and soul to them, which is amazing!

Thank you so much for sharing your gift and your creativity! While I'll always eagerly look forward to your next piece, know that your older works are still regarded fondly 💖

And here I am today, 2 a.m, Carnaval going hard in Brazil, sitting here and smiling stupidly while re-reading your message.

Thank you very very much, anon. From the bottom of my heart.

I've read your wonderful message the day you sent it, I think it was earlier this week - maybe Tuesday...? I couldn't answer it before, but it came right in a day when all hell broke loose in my home and this made me smile so much. It really felt like a safe port.

I'm not gonna get into too much detail because it's very personal - but, you know, family fights. Between all my mom's siblings, involving lawsuits and home evictions threats. I was just fucking fuming the whole week, and I almost put on my full Axl Rose attire and side of my personality to literally drop-kick and suplex some 6ft tall man built like a brick house because someone has to put some sense in his head.

I'm starting to sound like Nero

To top it all, this gave the opportunity for someone in my family who abused the hell out of me for more than 10 years to come back like a freakin' death omen.

I did end up going to therapy dressed up as Axl Rose for Carnaval, but it's so close to my usual style no one noticed it. I count as a life-win.

I still don't know what I'm feeling, (I talked to my therapist, don't worry) but that fucking threw me off everything. I don't know what to do about this, about this person, I'm scared and angry at the same time - and I got so SO overwhelmed, I had to get away from everything.

Social media, exercising, drawing, writing, reading, just living like a normal human being. The only thing I've been able to do is listening to music, because music has always been my safespace.

The only way I could explain how I'm feeling to my therapist, is a scene from a Julia Roberts movie, where she forged her own death to get away from her abusive husband, only to be found in the end by him and have him go like 'you're never going to get rid of me' and the fucking horror in her reaction - that's it. That's the feeling.

I have this dreadful feeling that I'm never gonna be rid of that, of all that abuse I want to leave in the past, until this person dies or I die.

Amidst all that, along came your message in my inbox. It felt like a ray of light in a dark stormy skies. A glimpse of hope that things can be better and that people are good. That I can have that experience as well.

Whenever I write about some more sensitive subjects, I hope it can be seen as a safespace for people - right now, for instance, my survival instincts that have always been alert have gone berserk, and the gods know how much I needed to feel safe enough to hug someone and ask for protection.

Vergil is ominously standing in the distance, staring back with the resolve of Achilles in the field of battle to get Hector's ass

I don't have that, but I can have it through fanfiction with characters, I think, would understand it. And I hope I can give the very same thing to other people who also don't have that sort of support and need to find it somewhere else.

I'm happy to know my writing has the good, comfy vibes I always try to convey! Despite the death, blood and dismemberment

And I wrote all of this so you can understand how thankful I am - and how much your kindness and nice words are so much needed in this world.

So, once again, thank you. Very very much.

#polaris speaks #polaris answers #answered asks #anon ask #asks #it feels weird #talking about feelings #but ya know it's good to do it #have to remember that #I'm also being very vague 'cause I'm scared as hell the person I'm talking about reads it #they don't know I have this blog #they don't know it's me #but I'm so not taking any chances #I am SO happy I never shared this with anyone in my family #anyway #I am very thankful for the kind words #this anon message really held me together this week #my little chaotic axl rose ass with anger management issues hahahaha #is very thankful and pleased while listening to chaotic music :)

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hospitalterrorizer · 9 months

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today we did errands and i did hate it like i thought. i don't know why i hate it so much. like okay hate it's too strong a way to put it but it wigs me out totally.

i guess probably, i hate going outside lately, and partly being around my gf and her mom puts me on edge, they're both anxious people who dawdle or i feel like they dawdle and i just want to go back home because it's hot out because we live in the dumbest desert ever and even if they're both having a good time basically it's made up of 100 mini arguments that no one has any stake in until one of the decides that something was really actually transgressed and that makes me feel catty and irritable but also i'm stupid and lazy, or i don't know. i feel kind of like i have to do most of the important stuff, but what is that really, that's not true, i just watch the laundry in the laundromat, i sit and listen to orchid, i feel people stare at me and then i watch my girlfriend fold the laundry because she doesn't like/need my help, and then we go to the store and she wanders around, she used to be a lot worse, and she also randomly decides rather than having us go look for something in the direction we're going maybe she should ask her mom to do that, and then get disappointed with what her mom brings her, so we go look. i don't know. it's annoying, is all, and i feel bad about that because it's so dumb to be annoyed, it should be funny it feels like but it makes me a little miserable to be dragged around places that make me feel totally dirty to be inside of, like, have you looked at the floors of every super market/market/wherever you buy your vegetables like god it's so gross and i'm transfixed by that because i'm like, also that gross too basically, right.

or i think that way a little. otherwise today was fine except for i came home and went crazy. when i go crazy i just say the same thing over and over, and i don't know why, it's not mean stuff it's just all stupid, i feel a clot in my throat talking about it/typing it, because like, what is it, i'm always convinced i know exactly what i'm saying when i'm saying it, but i can hardly remember, and like, there's almost no intention, i just start doing things and i can't help it, i just do it. when i'm super stressed i guess i just become way stupid.

definitely.

n e wayzzz, yesterday i think i fucked up a number, it wasn't 22 i stopped crying right, it was earlier, like, 21-20-ish probably. i don't know why correcting that feels so important. it makes me look way more pathetic, which is fine, i've made peace with that. everything that's ever happened to me means way too much for way too long. i don't think i hold grudges, at least.

last night i saw this print in the towel from last time i wore makeup, it happens every time so next time, which will be soon cuz i'll put makeup on when i go see melt banana cuz i want to serve cunt i guess, anyways it was my eyes closed drawn w/ mascara, when i washed my face and i couldn't get all the stuff off my face because i'm really lazy with the micellar pads or actually it's mostly because i like waking up and seeing some on my face still. i think it's actually when eyeliner looks best on me.

that's like, true.

tomorrow is gonna be weird because i have to meet with someone for semi-professional reasons after not having a job forever because i'm honestly terrible at being employed and it makes wanna die, but this is me probably getting paid to make music for someone's movie, and he likes a demo i did for him so that's #cool right. it's scary because i don't know what he'll say and how much he'll want from me, and i'm scared about not being perfect at it, and i'm scared it'll sap my ability to make what i normally make anyways but that fear is really stupid. if anything i think it'd make me want to go the other direction more, right.

i did work on music today but no vox, i just took some drums off grid on a song, which is fun, or not really but it's rewarding to go through and think about how another human would be dealing with a song/interpreting it in a live way almost, but the hits being so clearly from a drum machine of some kind, it makes it a little uncanny.

tomorrow i need to wake up early, so i can warm up and do some vocals somewhere, probably work on the song that i want to be another single a little bit, some parts need a little improvement i feel like. i didn't listen to the songs i did yesterday yet, too freaked out i guess.

today i ate, like, i forgot what i started with. i woke up in pain, my stomach was a gravity pit and it made getting up hard, i was just falling into myself and my body was distantly sore, i woke up, and i took too long in the shower so my gf's mom got here while i was drying my hair which probably is part of what put me in a stressed out place today already. anyways i think the first thing i ate after 2-3 hours of being awake was chicken tenders. i'm not saying where from because it makes me feel sort of ridiculous i guess, i dunno why. i should just say because it is ridiculous and it's really funny, for some reason shaq owns some kind of chicken chain, and we ate it today. it's fine, i like the french fries, they're crazy thin and i think i can still taste the salt at the back of my throat. we ate in the car because laundry had to happen. i didn't have water so i was dying a little bit. i have water now which is nice. uhhhhhhhhhhhh

trying to think, the next time i ate was at home, i ate a cinnamon roll that i think my girlfriend wanted but also doesn't care about too much and a blueberry muffin. i keep saying i'm going to eat the other one because it makes me look psycho, which is funny i think. what else.

in the shower, today, i thought about living with my aunt a lot, i hope my cousin who moved out around the same time i was moving out of there is well, i hope my cousin who moved in as i moved in there and is presumably still there, there being vague because maybe my aunt moved and took her kid with her, is doing better than he was, but i don't know. i sort of developed the fear that he maybe did something awful, i don't know why he would though.

makes me think about my other cousins, on my dad's side. they both turned out to have awful lives, they were normal for a while until they were adults, and switches came on in their heads maybe, around the same time each were arrested for domestic violence, both in jail. i remember vividly the time one picked up their cat and threw her in the pool and we three watched her run out, long hair all wet, she looked like a rat from a sewer. they were in highschool, i was way younger. another time, one showed me a glass bluebird, translucent, he talked about how it represented jesus, and then in that same stretch of time, i played ocarina of time on their n64.

i also ate some pretzel rods, i forgot, they were from the 99 cent store, i tried to get some in the smiths but my gf said: i got those exact ones in the 99 cent store. and then her mom showed up and she told that to her mom twice because her mom was not listening at all the first time.

friday we are seeing melt banana which i am excited about but i am not excited about hanging out downtown potentially cuz it's so fucking windy in the summer i don't want to have my bangs get fucked up in the wind that's so annoyinggg and also last time we were there i became inconsolable because i tried a dress on and it didn't fit and i was unhappy for at least 2 days. i think i sound really unfun in these posts. whatever.

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"I want you to date Conner."

Was not a sentence Rachel was expecting, when Gar brought her out for coffee with the boys.

"Excuse me?" She looked at him confused, before looking at Tim and Conner smiling back to her, it left her confused.

"Hold on." Gar reached across, taking her hands, squeezing them to center her. "Let me finish the statement. I want you to have the dating experience life has declined you."

Rachel looked at him completely confused.

"You and I, are Rachel and Gar until the end of time right?" Gar spoke, squeezing her hands. "But you have never dated before. You have never flirted, you have never been shown off."

"I don't want that." She looked at him, as he smiled back.

"Next week is a punk concert, and I have that mission with Mom, so I want Conner to take you, to have fun with you."

Gar was leaving in a few days to visit Rita, and the Doom Patrol, they needed him for a Mission.

"You want Conner to go to me?" Rachel looked as Gar nodded, as she turned to Tim and Conner, both just waiting for her to respond.

"You're just dating, Mama, dancing, giggling, having fun." Gar spoke with love. "You are just learning to live, Mama. I want you to experience dating. Conner is your safest bet, he's respectful, and kind, he's handsome."

"He's my brother." Rachel blushed.

"Most likely to pull you out of a panic attack." Gar reminded her. Conner was getting good at pulling her from the darkness of her panic state.

"I'll date my brother." She nodded, as Gar smiled brightly back.

"Yes?" Tim cheered beside her, hugging her closely.

Conner took her hand, she could feel his protection. "We'll have fun, and I will have you home before 11."

Rachel nodded, any later would mean drunken people's, with drunken emotions- which was a lot, and often left her drunk herself.

"You're okay with this?" She turned to Tim confused.

"I came up with the idea, to be honest." Tim blushed.

Rachel turned to him, as he nodded.

"It's just dating Rachel. You go out, have fun, Conner gets you home for your medication." Tim smiles gently. "And you come home to spill the beans to your sisters, about the fun you had, all the stupid things you did, that you can't tell mom and dad."

"The whole teenage girl experience." Conner smiled brightly.

Rachel just looked at the boys, and shook her head, she couldn't believe it.

Tim and Gar where both okay with this, and Conner was sming as he gave her his hand

"Okay, I'll date you."

The music was so loud, she couldn't feel anything, or maybe she had too much beer. No, it wasnt the beer it, too gross, she was only on her second. Conner was headbanging beside her as she hopped in her spot, spilling her beer everywhere but not caring. She was having fun. She was free, and full of the life surrounding her, as the people around her took her her senses.

Conner had his hand on her lower back, he was protecting her as she jumped around him laughing. Before she knew it, the two started there own most out laughing.

The music was so loud, she could feel it in her bones, the energy running her heart.

Conner was no better off then her, excited and sweety from the jumping as they laughed off everything around them. Rachel held on to him as she danced, until she knew her feet were bleeding. Conner lifted her carrying her out of the mosh pit, once he noticed she was in pain.

"How do you feel?" Conner smiled down to her, as he carried her out of the bar.

"Did I die? Is this heaven?"

"Maybe?" Conner sat her down on a bench, as he sat down beside her. "But I think Tim and Gar would be here."

Rachel nodded, as she leaned into his chest.

"You're feet are bleeding." Conner pet her hair, as he laughed.

"Humans are weak." Rachel playfully shigh, "I will die happy."

Conner laughed, as he pulled her close.

"You should have floated." Conner laughed gently. "You'll be feeling it tomorrow."

"You will save me, wouldn't you Superboy?" Rachel looked up, as he laughed nodding.

"Sure, I will protect your toes." Conner nodded, as he laughed.

"Good, the tiger has been trying to eat them." Rachel nodded.

"You too?" Conner smiled back. "I thought it was for socks?"

"Socks started it." Rachel smiled, the Tiger started to steal socks, and Gar couldn't explain why he had a collection of them, it annoyed him, but none talked about it. "Now it's fascinated with toes."

Conner laughed beside her. "How do you put up with him?"

"He paints my toes now." Rachel blushed, looking at her boots.

"He's perfect for you, you're his light." Conner squeezed her, as he kissed her head. "And he is your light."

Rachel blushed with a nod.

"You and Tim are perfect." Rachel looked up with a smile. "Don't sit here and tell me you don't protect my brother more than I do."

"Tim is the innocence I never had." Conner smiled back at her.

"That none of us have had." Rachel nodded, as she cuddled into Conner. "Should we go home to our boyfriends?"

"Yeah, you need to get those feet wraped, we'll let Tim play nurse."

She lay in Gars Lap, as Conner laughed telling them about the night they had, Rachel was bearly awake, as Gar brushed her hair out, and Tim wrapped her feet.

"You had to wear the combats." Tim teased, as he fixed her up. "You're gonna have to float tomorrow, the blisters will be painful."

"Worth it." She laughed, just enjoying herself.

"She's drunk." Conner laughed, "Two beers and a bar full of drinks and a cheap date."

Gar just laughed holding her as he kissed her head. "When you date a goth, it's the makeup that hurts the walet."

Rachel just laughed, they both shared there allowance, one both for video games, the next for her makeup it worked out perfectly.

"That's because she's spoiled." Conner laughed, passing Rachel a water.

"I am." She agreed with a laugh, she didn't have to ask for anything, she always just ended up with it.

"I can't believe she tried to start a mosh pit." Tim teased, as he sat up, cudding into Conner.

"Rachel needs to go into one, the next time we all go together, we can keep her calm between the three of us." Conner agreed, kissing Tim's head.

"You tired, Mama?" Gar asked gently, petting her hair.

She nodded, she was drunk and sleepply, but she didn't want to leave this happy little circle on her bed. "I wanna stay up."

"I know you do." Gar kissed her head, as she cooed into his chest. "Go to sleep, the boys aren't leaving you."

"Promised?" Rachel opened her eyes, as she looked up to him.

"We are right here," Tim curled up into her side, wrapping his arm around her belly. "Conners gonna hold me."

Rachel felt Conners hand reach for her as she closed her eyes.

#rachel roth #raven dc #dc titans #garfield logan #beast boy x raven #beast boy #tim drake #conner kent

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give-soup-please · 1 year

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I warned you about those stairs man /ref

Anyways!

Swing music is super duper catchy. Just the beats for it, and the use of instruments make me go insane!

I get some music being very all over! I know some music can be super overwhelming. Like heavy metal? Very overwhelming.

This will be my last question since I'm very eepy so be ready!

If tomorrow it was told that you were to be gone, what would you do. You can give multiple answers if you want if you just can't decide.

My personal answer would be to just live it out. Say my goodbyes sure but live my life regularly. Maybe I'll go all out but mainly just living life. Because that's what I do the best at!

Can't wait to hear your response. It's been fun speaking!

(waves) it's been nice being social through the inbox. stay safe, ok?

going to change the wording of your question just a bit, hope that's alright

if i had 24 hours to live... let's say 9AM-9AM the next day.

i'd wake up at my usual time: 8:30am i'd shower. drink some caffiene get that shit outta the way so the day will at least start on a positive note. i would probably try and eat at all my favorite places. these names won't make sense to anyone who hasn't lived in my hometown, but that's okay.

bill's cafe for breakfast- they have cream cheese bagels that they serve with eggs benedict and smoked salmon. goddamn.

india garden for lunch- chicken tikka masala with naan bread, and mango lassi to drink. goddamn.

either between the two meals or just after lunch, i'd head to my parents place and... either apologize for not being who they wanted me to be, or egg their house. depends on how vindictive i am the day of. i have a complicated relationship with them, so...

either way, i know for a fact that i would straight up tell my mom she should have been kinder to me. because she should have been.

then i'd go to meadowlark dairy for ice cream. they have a orange/vanilla swirl that kicks ass.

after that, i'd drive to monterey bay. check out the shops, have some salt water taffy, get to the docks for an early dinner of clam chowder in a sourdough bread bowl... my favorite meal. bonus points if i can track down that one restaurant that serves them with strawberry daiquiris.

i'd walk to the beach afterwards, maybe enter into the ocean to feel it for one last time. after that, i'd sit down on the sand and get to work.

i'd go on discord, message all my friends, tell them how i really felt about them. i'd tell them how much i loved them. i'd dedicate as many paragraphs as i could to them as the timer clicked down. i'd probably watch the sunset on the beach if the timing was right. chances are, i'd be crying while doing that last part. if i knew i was dying, i don't think i'd have the courage to look my friends in the eye while i told them emotional things.

when it would be too cold at the beach- anyone who's been there after sunset knows the temperature drops quickly- i'd probably see if i could find somewhere open late that serves hot chocolate. i'd keep walking around til late at night.

after that, i'd find somewhere warm to sit and call my godfather. my godfather is someone who survived cancer twice. he knows a lot about close brushes with death, and there's no one else i'd want at my side while i grieve.

i know under the circumstances, he would stay up with me all night. we would talk about everything, and anything, and nothing at all. maybe he'd keep me company until the sun rises the next day.

after the sun is up, but before 9AM, i'd head back down to the beach with a bottle of strawberry moscato. i'd savor the taste, finish the bottle, and close my eyes. maybe i'd fall asleep so i wouldn't see it coming.

i'd die listening to the waves and feeling the sun on my skin. that'd be a nice way to go out.

#stairs anon

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guitarherobocchimaxxer · 1 year

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02/13/2023

this isn't how any of this was supposed to happen. i went to guitar center today. my mom drove me. so we could buy strings and get someone to restring my guitar.

i had a near total meltdown over all this before we even left. i was this close to my own hinges snapping. screaming and bashing my head into things and spewing gibberish. all of this suffering and the lid still stayed shut and i still didn't have any agency. no dignity.

i agreed to go because i would rather die than give up and i nearly had a panic attack in the store.

i bought three sets of strings and a few things. i'll update later. we couldn't get it restrung because the guy left earlier. i have to do it myself. i'm so scared.

i'm so scared. i hate this. i'm so fucking scared. i just can't fuck it up again, i can't humiliate myself any more it's unbearable it's unbearable

i barely got to enjoy my first visit to guitar center because the entire time i felt stared at from having it on my back and knowing i'd have to out myself as not just any beginner but an especially stupid one.

people were playing, trying instruments and merchandise. the sounds they made sounded like music. what would they think of my strings, floating around their pegs? of my chords, sloppy and slow? of my strumming, off tempo and missing strings? of my knowledge, my lack thereof? of my life? pathetic. pitiable.

it's just too humiliating. so i had to come back home. only an absolute moron would fuck it all up this badly. how can i ever compare to anyone? how will i ever have the future i need?

anything optimistic just feels like lying. i can't think about or look at it without tensing up and feeling such shame and guilt. it's crushing. the only reason i don't quit is because i would rather die than doom myself to whatever happens to people who give up on magic. and this is making me so fucking miserable. please let it go fucking back. i jjst want to go back. i hate this.

i hate it and i can't even cry under this fucking panopticon of humiliation

#murmur #diary

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n1k1tty · 3 years

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kiss me ! part 1

jake was definitely head over heals for your cold personality, and he wasn't going to let anyone take you. but heres the problem: he couldn't find a single way to keep a conversation with you. despite your scary demeanour, jake decides to man up and does everything out of his will to get you.

fluff, jake x reader, (not proofread)

jake was frustrated to know that many guys have been after you the second you stepped in that classroom doing the bare minimum.

hearing ‘wanna grab lunch with me?’ here and there somehow always made him ball his fist to prevent himself from being a problem. yet again he couldn’t blame other people for wanting to ask you out either. he even sometimes wished that you had rejected him so he could move on. although of course he didn’t really mean that.

because now he was wandering around the school looking for you while he was on a “bathroom break” during his soccer practice. he knew you always liked to stay at the school rooftops admiring the view while listening to music. not like he was stalking you or anything...

you turn your head to look at the person at the door "you again? when are you going to leave me alone? pervert" you scoff, kicking the little pieces of rocks as you avoid jakes eyes. it was almost the millionth time you've seen jake this day, and it was always for the same reason, to piss you off, well more like ask you out --which still pisses you off.

you weren't one to believe in love, or maybe just not yet. because you weren't even sure if you were capable enough to love someone. even the thought of having to be so sweet and touchy with each other grossed you out, and of all people, jake especially knew that. so why was he so determined to get you to fall in love with him?

"hmmm maybe never?" jake chuckles at the sight of you rolling your eyes "then i'll move schools --countries if that's what takes for you to leave me alone" as you turn around and face him, eyes widened at the thin space between the both of you "and maybe i'll find you"

you raise your eyebrows "well that's borderline criminal act" you wander off "now sim jaeyun i think it's best for you to leave before you add up to my anger --i mean you already are. but wouldn't that be horrible?" jake's eyes follow you as you drag your feet "not really" he states "you're hot when you're mad"

you scoff out of disbelief, hitting him hard on his arm, looking away almost immediately as you trying to hide your heated face "shut up before i'll push you off this building" letting go of the grip you once had on his collar, "alright, alright sorry ma'am. but if you're really mad for whatever reason, come with me. i'll take you to a place" he suggests, offering his hand for you to take "you should be happy. i normally wouldn't even consider letting anyone know about my spot" he shoots you a grin

you take time trying to consider his offer, but as much as you don't want to stroke his ego about convincing you to go with him, you really needed something to release your anger "as long as you shut up about this" you give him a side glance "no promises" he sends a wink your way "ugh, fine"

he gently takes your hand as he drags you out of the school "can you jump over the wall?" jake looks at your flustered face "....no..?" you answer, making a line with your lips, causing him to let out a small chuckle "okay cutie, i'll help you up" you cringe at the nickname "call me that again and i'll break your neck" you step on his knee as he tries to boost you up "yeah that's right, keep going"

but as jake looks up he couldn't help but feel flustered, looking away "i made it!" you pant, hands resting on your knees as you wait for jake to come up as well. but after a few seconds of not hearing him, you call out his name, peaking your head over the wall "jake? i swear to god if you leave me out here i'm killing you"

"n-no i didn't leave you" he stutters, trying to collect himself from being a flustered mess "then come up here! the sun is setting, you wouldn't want to miss it"

"y-yeah it's just that i uh, i saw.....your....you know?" he explains, his hands not knowing what to do "you saw my what!?" you shrieked "no no it's okay i looked away!" he reassures you "ugh, just- just come up here!" you yell, already walking ahead as you try to cool down your heating face "so pink aye?" jake jokes, catching up to you

"SIM JAEYUN!" you yell, kicking him on his ass "ow! okay sorry!"

jake was resting his head on his hands, watching as you play with the small puddle while watching the sunset, not even an hour in, jake panics as he sees the amount of missed calls from riki "oh shit! my soccer practice!"

the following days after that, almost everything remained the same, jake continuously teasing and flirting with you, you getting in trouble for the littlest things, never coming home until the latest of the hour. but yet again, almost everything remained the same

you were now in denial of your feelings towards sim jaeyun. it would hurt too much of your pride to actually admit it, because after all, you've always told sim jaeyun you hated him.

you groan "jake, there's a reason why i'm failing english, okay? just accept the fact that i'm the worst" you bury your head on the pages of your book, seated across jake at the back of the library "i didn't even ask for you to help me! i simply just asked for your notes that just happened to have a first grader's hand writing" he scoffs, a little taken back by your sudden insult on his hand writing "thanks? i know you didn't ask for help, i just wanted to do this with you so that you don't get detention for not knowing proper english" he explains, handing you another sheet of paper with an 54 circled on the right corner "seriously y/n? 54? come on, one last set of questions and i'll take you to the new cafe just across the street"

and almost immediately, you bring your head up, grabbing the pen and taking the set of questions. making jake giggle "y/n, just say that you like me, you know i'm not going to reject you-- ow!" you smack him on the head with the pencil "that's absolute nonsense!" you whisper with a harsh voice, digging your face on the note book as you try to cover the little smile you had on your face

i think it was safe to say you got 4 out of 10 right, causing you to almost have a mental breakdown at the library "i can't do this sim" you groan "i think you just need a break yeah? wanna head to the cafe?" jake stands up to pack your stuff, giggling at the sight of your head still buried in between the pages of the book "c'mon y/n" he kneels beside you "get up, let's go to that cafe"

you've never felt your pride hurt as much as this did, having to show jake how bad your were at english, him having to tutor you without you asking for help, and jake bringing you to the cafe even though you weren't even remotely close to getting at least 6 right

and you weren't exaggerating when when you say jake had to drag you all the way to the cafe "hi! what can i get for you today sir?" the girl says, the obvious heart eyes she has for him pissing you off even more "hi yeah i'd like to have a caramel machiatto" he responds politely, smiling at the obvious glare you held at the girl, poking out your tongue after she was called by the manager, an old lady replaces her "anything else for your girlfriend--" before you could correct her, jake immediately speaks up "she'll have (drink)"

he smiles at the old lady before paying "i'm sending you money later whether you like it or not" you roll your eyes "and i'll send it back" he holds your waist as he leads you to a table, causing your heart to beat 10 times faster "yeah? well i'll send it back to you again! i'll keep doing it until you die!" he scoffs at you "as if!"

even after multiple attempts of trying to make jake ask you out, the boy who you thought was so smart couldn't take a single hint at all.

but in jake's defence, you were a little bad, considering how bad you were with boys, he vividly remembers that one time when you were trying so hard to make him jealous by talking to other guys. he even laughed as you struggled to keep up with a conversation.

or that other time when you tried to hold his hand just to do something romantic just for once but ended up letting go because he wouldn't stop teasing you about it. he still took your hand, yet he never asked you out still.

"you okay darling?" your mother asks, taking a quick glance at your droopy form leaning on the counter as you wait for her to finish cooking "is it a boy?" she teases, making you perk your head up "i knew it!" she gives you an endearing smile as she gives you a plate with eggs on it, a heart shaped ketchup placed on the top of the egg "mom!" you whine

"okay fine, it is a boy. but don't tell dad" you whisper, smiling once she zips her lips "what's his name?" she asked, tilting her head as she leans on the counter in front of you "jake"

"jake?! i love jake! you should invite him over sometime" she squeals "he's a nice guy, i'm sure he wouldn't hurt you, so what's bothering you?" you sigh, taking a sip of the water "he likes me, it's like the whole world knows. but he just keeps on flirting with me and never actually tries to ask me out" you pout, aggressively taking a bit of the scrambled eggs, making your mother chuckle "oh baby, i'm sure it'll happen soon. just give him some time! unless if you're that impatient, then maybe you should try considering to be the one who makes the first move" she walks away, heading upstairs

no, as much as you hate it, that would hurt too much of your pride. so you decided to wait.

summer just had started and you couldn't even explain how much you hated the heat. staying under the shade 70% of the time whenever you went out with jake and his friends "guys! i have an announcement" jay yells, you were currently over at jay's house, just having a little party with just the 8 of you "my father booked us a trip to hawaii"

"WHAT?!"

part 2

— HEY 👵🏽 so i decided that this would be a multiple part story bcs i didnt want it to be too long!

i haven’t written the second part yet, but hopefully i’d have it done before tuesday

feel free to ask if you want to be tagged once the second chapter is out!

this has been n1k1tty! see ya!

#enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #enhypen x reader fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen jake #jake enhypen #enhypen jake x reader #jake x reader #jake sim #jake sim x reader #sim jaeyun

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emachinescat · 3 years

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II've decided to watch MacGyver from the beginning (again), and I'm live tweeting the experience with every tweet tagged with #savemacgyver. I thought it would be fun to share my collected thoughts from the episodes on here as well.

My Thoughts on S1E3, "Awl"

You're not only going to make it to 30, Mac, but you're going to make it to season 6. #savemacgyver

I love that Jack's bucket list includes finishing the Harry Potter books. Guess he's not a one-trick pony after all with sci-fi. A healthy blend of science fiction and fantasy is just what the doctor ordered.

Dylan Thomas reference! That poem was written about the poet's own father, and is about how everyone, no matter who they are or what they stand for, fights against death in the end. He's begging his dad to "rage, rage against the dying of the light," to not give in to death so easily, to keep fighting. Just taught this poem, actually, so I'm vibing with this reference super hard. Though to be fair, I'd be vibing with it anyway. Love Dylan Thomas.

Oh my gosh, this is the one with the fire extinguisher and inflatable escape! I'd forgotten which episode that came from, but I see GIFs of it all over Tumblr. Poor Mac especially, that looks like it hurts. Why is Lucas Till so good at being whumped?!

Jack hugging the fire extinguisher: Iconic.

I'll never get tired of seeing that polar bear! Do we know if he has a name?

I cannot get over how small and excited Bozer is, not a care in the world except for his movie. It's exciting to think about what's to come for his character growth, though I do wish he wouldn't have to go through all the things he does. :(

Jack's conversations with his dad at the grave are just everything. And I feel cheated that we haven't gotten to see Mac have the same kind of conversations at Jack's grave (though I firmly believe it's a regular occurrence off-screen).

Seriously, the way he talks to his dad is so familiar, so comfortable, so natural. It's like Daddy Dalton is right there with him and it fills me with so many emotions that I can't even.

The smile on Jack's face and the pride in his voice when he talks about Mac to his dad is the purest thing ever.

Also, that's a big-ass tombstone Jack is leaning against.

"Hi, Mr. Dalton. How's... life?" MAC! 😂

I can't tell you how much I love it when other characters talk about how smart Mac is. "He's a genius..."

First mention of Mac's dad. It's sweet how invested Jack is in Mac rebuilding his relationship with his old man. Also, I really wish we would have gotten a flashback of Jack's dad at some point. He seems like such an amazing man.

"If I could have one more day to sit and talk to my dad instead of that hunk of rock, I'd do anything." Jaaaaaaack 😭😭😭

Good old Ralph Kastrati. Single-handedly the most annoying character in all of cable television. Y'all have no idea what you're getting into with this one, dream team.

PUNCHFACE.

"My mom dated a guy like that once." Ouch. I'm about to start a Riley Zinger Counter for each episode. Her comebacks are 🔥

It's not just his face, Jack. Everything about this dude is punchable. Especially the way he says "yo."

Ewwww tightie whities no thanks imma head hom now byyye

Mac just snatched that can right out of Jack's hand as he was about to take a drink. Classic.

If I didn't hate Ralph before (spoiler: I did), then I extra hate him for the foie gras comment.

Yes, Jack, "asshat" is the perfect descriptor for this guy.

Is Mac seriously about to just make him some noise-canceling headphones? Who am I kidding? Of course he is.

I need more of Mac punching people in the face. For science.

Poor Jack didn't get to punch the punch face.

🎵 Snipers gonna snipe, snipe, snipe, snipe, snipe 🎵

Between the foie gras and the calfskin, they are really making this guy so easy to hate just sayin'.

"As soon as you're done saving his life, I'm gonna kill him, you hear that, smart-ass? I'm already dressed for the funeral." 🤣🤣🤣🤣

"He's g-good. He just... got kinda shot." Is that the medical terminology, Mac?

Jack using country music as a form of torture 🤣

"You're going to be seeing Yelp stars if you don't shut up!"

Have I mentioned how much I love the music in this show?

"I don't wanna die listening to country music!"

I love how bossy and grabby Mac gets when he improvises.

Another belt grab! I can’t get over Jack trying to keep his crazy partner from falling out of the window – it gives me life!

Actually makes me wonder if he does it because Mac’s taken a tumble out of a car window before. *fanfic brain engaged*

“You know how I feel about your puns.” C’mon, Mac, pus are the greatest forms of humor, bar-pun. (Geddit?)

Mc made a C in biology? I’m not buying it.

Dwwwwwww the sounds of the surgery. No thanks.

Though I will say this is one of the coolest (albeit grossest) things Mac’s ever done on this show.

What the heck is with that elevator door? It took a whole 10 years to close! I wouldn’t trust it. (To be fair, I don’t trust any elevator, but that’s neither here nor there.)

Sir Bleeds-a-Lot lol

Riley stepping in and taking charge once again. No idea how these two functioned before she came along.

Some seriously cool MacGyverisms in this episode. The whole process of “killing” Ralph and bringing him back with office supplies is so OG MacGyver and it gives me all the warm fuzzies.

Ralph: “You’re not a scientist, you’re not a doctor. So how the hell do you know all this stuff?” Mac: “...I read a lot of books?” I love Mac so much.

“Now go die.” Lolololol

The moment with Ralph wanting to call his mom and grow the hell up is surprisingly genuine and heartbreaking. Character development for a character in only one episode, hello, is that you?

“He’s dead, but he’ll get better.” MacGyver, 2016

Riley’s comeback about Jack’s plan to take out six guys if Mac takes out two is another winner. (Riley: 2, Jack: 0) Still, I love the whole, “Sure it does [count as a plan]. First, I’ll take two. Then, I’ll take the other four.” This is why Mac is the plan guy, not Jack.

“Or I can take them all out.” Mac’s confidence = 🔥

I might need to start a Mac sass counter too. Jack: “You seriously want me to put this on my face?” Mac: “Only if you like breathing.”

Jack’s left fist getting jealous 🤣

They really liked choking Mac in the early episodes, didn’t they? Not that I’m complaining. Actually, why did that stop? That strangled, panicked cry of “JACK?!” is music to my fanfic writing, hurt/comfort obsessed, whump-loving soul.

That cough - it actually hurts me to hear it! They should have given us some more repercussions or aftercare for Mac breathing in that gas!

Ralph fell asleep. Of course.

“You know, it’s weird. I’m glad he’s alive… but I still want to kill him. 🤣 I’m with Jack on this one!

Ralph: “A fresh start. I could use one of those right?” Riley: “Or a whole new personality.” ZZZING!!! Riley: 1 million, the world: -10

Oh he did not just call Riley “little hottie.” I’m back to wanting to kill him, character development be darned. So diminutive, dehumanizing, and objectifying. This guy has more than won the douchebag lottery. Riley can more than stick up for herself, but still. The way he speaks to her here makes me feel all kinds of gross.

He just said “ya heard” unironically. Can we let Jack punch him now, please?

Jack offering to let Ralph keep the cash he lifted if he gets to punch him is great, but even better is Mac and Riley offering to chip in money for The Cause.

Oh, yeah, Bozer was in this episode. I’m excited for when he is utilized more!

Bozer’s monster Mac is nightmare fuel!

“A letter? That you put in the mail? It’s 2016.” Hey, as someone who has an actual, old-school type pen pal, step off, Jack.

Mac: “You just gonna watch?” Jack, offended: “Not anymore.” How is it Jack is like Mac’s dad but they also bicker like 5-year-olds? This relationship is so strange, so wonderful, and the heart of the show in so many ways. I love them.

Mac’s words of wisdom about the nature of life are actually super encouraging and exactly what I needed to hear today.

I’d forgotten how much I love this episode – t’s so fun! Although the Codex storyline in season 4 is probably my favorite plot-wise, coming back to these early episodes is like a breath of fresh air! Excellent, excellent episode with so much to offer!

What are your thoughts on "Awl?" I'd love to discuss! :)

#macgyver #jack dalton #riley davis #wilt bozer #macgyver rewatch #my thoughts #episode review #save macgyver #we can still save our show #emcatreviews #spoilers #s1e3 #awl

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first; jimmy darling | ahs:freakshow [ m]

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So.. I am.. quite rusty. It's been a while since I sat down and wrote anything at all, let alone anything smutty. Recently, I got back into watching American Horror Story and naturally, I started with one of my personal favorite seasons, Freak Show.

I'm not saying this oneshot is going any further than that.. But I did do certain things to leave the door open for that. Only if you guys think you'd like to see more. If not, this smutty first time idea is OUT of my head, rust is being written off... Hopefully.

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First time / virgin OFC, body fluids, unprotected sex... Very.. emotional.

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“ It’s your turn, Jenny… downstairs.”

Anna’s words drew me out of my own thoughts and I swallowed hard, staring at the basement door for a few seconds; unsure of what I’d let Anna and my friends talk me into. Trying to convince myself it wasn’t a big deal and that girls like me = the plain ones, the shy ones, we didn’t have many options when it came to becoming a woman. Reminding myself that I was the one who wanted this. That it was either Jimmy Darling or Dandy Mott and I’d rather die than let Dandy Mott within a foot of me.

,, Then there’s the fact that when you saw Jimmy in the diner last week, there was this magnets pull. That feeling like you’d known him your whole life… Not to mention the dreams it stirred up after.”

Bearing the thoughts in mind, I took a deep breath and stood. My legs were shaky and my heart was pounding away at my chest like it wanted to break free. I reached for the doorknob and Anna called out with a gentle, teasing laugh, “Oh come on, don’t back down. If it helps… He’s real gentle. Real sweet.”

I swallowed hard again, nodding. Turning my back to the other girls and reaching for the doorknob all over again. It felt like everything was passing by in slow motion, from stepping through the basement door, walking down the stairs, but finally, I stood in the basement.

The brunette male glanced up at me. The others had been whispering all night about his magical hands… The things he could do with those webbed fingers of his, but all I could do was stare at his eyes. Drown in the molten brown depths silently.

“C’mon doll. I don’t bite.” Jimmy spoke up, flashing me the teasing grin of a charmer. The kind of grin that normally, I’d think was too easy, too relaxed. The kind of grin that spelled trouble most of the time.

His smooth coaxing tone when he spoke caught me off guard, making me focus on what was about to happen and not just my own thoughts. My heart sped up just a little more.

I took a step towards him, twisting a mousy brown strand around my fingertips. “Yeah.. Anna, she told me you were gentle.” I managed to mumble as I gazed up at him.

He stepped closer. Smiled down at me.

During all this, I hadn’t gazed down at his hands a single time. He hadn’t dropped my gaze a single time, either, those eyes locked on mine. Almost as if he were staring right into my soul. I took a shaky breath.

He eyed me for a few seconds. Swallowing hard. I watched his throat bob as his eyes settled on my lips and he cleared his throat and asked me quietly, “Do I know you? You remind me of somebody.”

I shook my head no. Despite the very vivid recurring dreams that started after I saw him in the diner. Because there wasn’t any way I could know him, I’ve lived in Florida since I was born.

,, but what about the dreams you had when you were a kid? That you lived in a little travel trailer?”

Jimmy didn’t seem to believe me, but he didn’t dwell on it. “Anna told me you were wantin’ more.” he chuckled quietly. Raising a webbed hand, raking it over a soft mess of brown curls as he looked me up and down. Waiting on an answer.

That answer felt like it was stuck in my throat. My mouth opened and closed and all I could do was nod.

He stepped closer; continued to speak. Calm and quiet, soft. “You sure? Because you don’t look real sure right now, doll.”

His hands skimmed over my sides. I didn’t flinch away or anything. I just stood there. Staring. Trying to will myself to answer. Trying to reconcile both this magnetism I felt pulling me to Jimmy and the fact that despite having never met him before in my life, he felt so familiar, as if I’d known him a lifetime.

“Anna told me I was gonna like you.” he stepped just a little closer, our bodies brushing. His hands still skimming over my sides, going still at the hip. He stared me down, waiting. Chuckling quietly. “C’mon, doll. You gotta talk to me.”

And finally, I managed to speak.

“I’m sure. I… I want to do this.” I stammered out quietly. I managed a smile. Reaching down into the pocket of my pale pink dress for the money I’d bought with me. “I’ll, uhh.. I’ll even pay extra.” I stumbled over my words, keeping my eyes trained on my feet.

He laughed quietly. Reaching up and tucking webbed fingers beneath my chin as he made me look at him. He shook his head no. “Keep your money, doll. Normally, I’d take you up on it. But I’m feelin generous tonight.”

I started to protest. I knew he needed the money, that was the whole reason Anna was throwing this party. She’d talked to him when he stuck around after her mom’s Tupperware party the week before and he’d mentioned money being tight.

Despite my attempt at protesting, he caught hold of my hand with his other hand. Shaking his head no all over again. “Relax.” he coaxed gently as he closed the distance between our bodies. The contrast of hard muscle against my softness had me exhaling sharply. Staring up at him quietly, in awe.

“Just curious here.. How far have you gone before, doll?” Jimmy asked.

I bit my lip and took a shaky breath. “Kissin. And I wasn’t so good at that, either.” I mumbled quietly.

“Maybe you were kissin the wrong man, doll.” Jimmy muttered as his fingers tangled in loose waves, using his grip on my hair to pull my mouth into his. Rough lips bumped against my mouth clumsily, latching on to my bottom lip as his free hand lowered, settling on my hip. He rubbed me against him and my breath caught in my throat, a gasp breaking free and lingering in the space between our mouths before being swallowed, Jimmy’s tongue tracing the outline of my lips as it slipped between them.

“ Anna was right.” Jimmy muttered breathlessly as I raised my arms, slipping them around his neck. Molding myself against him even more. “Oh?” I mumbled in a daze as the kiss deepened and my teeth latched onto his bottom lip, tugging, making him growl quietly as he continued, “When she said I was gonna like you, she was right.” and chuckled to himself quietly as the kiss broke and we pulled apart to breathe.

My thighs were starting to get slick and this dull throbbing ache was settling in. He scooped me up and stepped over to the mattresses nearby, dropping me on top of them carefully. Lowering himself to settle on top of me. One rough webbed hand caressed my cheek as he rocked himself against me.

I whimpered quietly, feeling the way he strained against worn denim. My hand disappeared between us, shaking fingers trying to pull the button of his jeans free. He chuckled quietly, burying his mouth in mine all over again as he lowered the hand placed on my cheek, guiding my hand away from the button of his jeans. I whined and rocked myself against him clumsily and he muttered softly against my ear, “We got all night, doll. I’m gonna take my time with you, sweetheart.”

The warmth of his breath against my skin sent an electric tingle racing through my body. My fingertips dug deeper into broad shoulders and I met his gaze, nodding.

The music from upstairs drifted down and the door at the top of the stairs banged shut quietly as it faded away, leaving nothing behind but the sound of our heavy breathing. Jimmy pressed into me a little more, carefully. Pulling his face away to stare down at me.

“My hands scare ya?” Jimmy questioned quietly. The tension that crept into his body as he waited on me to answer had me trying to get closer. Pulling him down on top of me completely. Raising one of my hands to his cheek and rolling my thumb over his bottom lip. Trying to relax him as he’d done for me earlier. I shook my head no. Gazing back up at him. Reaching for one of his hands. Wrapping mine around it. “Not at all, Jimmy.” I answered.

My answer seemed to have him taken aback. For seconds that seemed to stretch to hours, we lie there, staring at one another. His eyes searching mine. Maybe he thought I was lying. I wasn’t. I was being totally honest.

“Anna told me somethin else, doll…” Jimmy muttered at last, breaking the silence between us. Dragging his fingers over my cheeks as he gazed at me thoughtfully.

“Yeah?” I breathed out the word heavily, reaching up to caress his cheek. Pulling his face down, putting his mouth closer to mine. “What’d she tell you?” I breathed out as my lips brushed against his clumsily, latching onto the corner.

“She told me about what you said. When you saw me at the diner last week?”

I felt my cheeks heating up. Oh, I remembered exactly what I’d told Anna. It wouldn’t do me any good to play coy, I knew I couldn’t hide it if I tried. There was just something about those deep and thoughtful brown eyes as they locked on me, waiting on an answer.

“Which part?” I asked, my words coming in short and breathless pants as I dared to graze my lips against his.

That handsome and charming smile was back as his mouth crashed against mine all over again and he mumbled softly, “ The part about you saying I was a handsome guy. Oh, and my favorite part, me havin the kinda lips you longed to kiss… Color me curious doll, is it turnin out to be everything you imagined?”

I let out a ragged breath. At least she’d told him the tamest of the things I’d confessed to her when she kept bugging me about why I was staring so hard at the guy. I smiled up at him, gasping as he pressed himself into me a little more, pinning me flat against the bed. “ You are. Too handsome for me, actually. As far as the kissable lips,” I breathed out the words as I pulled away slightly to stare at him, “ Beyond what I imagined.”

Rough and webbed fingertips pressed against my soft lips as he shook his head and hushed what I’d been about to say. “Don’t say that, doll. Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are? Do ya?” as he bucked himself against me. Grabbing hold of my hand, guiding it down to the bulge strained at worn denim. “Do you feel what you’re doin to me? Trust me, doll. When I say you’re gorgeous and I want you real bad, I mean it.”

I shook my head. “No. I’m not, I’m really not.”

I wanted to believe him, but I was smarter than that. When you hear enough people tell you otherwise, you start to accept what you hear as fact.

His lips strayed from mine, dancing down my neck. I rubbed against him and he growled quietly, one of his hands drifting down to squeeze my hip, rocking himself into me. Catching my gaze and licking his lips as he took several shaky and drawn out breaths. His mouth brushing against mine just barely. Enough to tease. “You are.” he rocked himself against me all over again and I lowered my hand, palming at the front of his jeans. Whimpering as that needy ache built to a fever pitch.

I could feel myself starting to drip. The more his mouth and hands roamed. The harder he pressed into me and the more he rocked against me, the wetter I became. He crashed his mouth against mine again and muttered into a deep kiss, “There’s too much keepin us apart right now, sweetheart.”

I nodded in agreement, despite knowing that nobody had ever seen me naked before.

,, You were the one who said you wanted to change that… Remember? And tonight feels special. Better than you thought it was going to feel. He’s being so gentle and thoughtful.”

He tried to unbutton the front of my dress and untie the tie at the waist himself, but I could tell he was having problems. I sat up. Jimmy was agitated with himself, apologetic with me, sitting on the edge of the mattresses, staring at his hands as he grumbled quietly about not being able to do something as simple as undress me. I tapped his shoulder and caught his face in my hands, crashing my mouth against his. “It’s okay. It’s fine. I… I can help.” I offered in a quiet whisper.

“If I wasn’t a freak, you wouldn’t have to, sweetheart.” Jimmy muttered, shaking his head. Dropping his gaze. It hit me then, just how insecure Jimmy Darling, the man with the magic fingers, truly was. I bit my lip and took a few shaky breaths, pulling myself together. Gathering up the nerve. I’d come too far to be talked out of what I wanted, my reason for letting Anna set this up for me tonight.

All I had to do was follow through.

“Could you turn around?” I asked the question timidly. Jimmy chuckled. Biting his lip as he stared at me for a few long seconds before nodding and turning to face the wall. I unbuttoned and untied the dress, letting it fall to the floor at my feet. Leaving me in my pale pink slip.

I slipped off the mattresses, walking up behind him. Pressing against his back. Jimmy turned around, his eyes roaming hungrily. “You sure you wanna do this? With me?”

“For the last time. Yes. It has to be you, okay? I… I want you.” I muttered as I rose to tiptoe, pulling his mouth against mine. My hand dropped between us, tugging up the white tank top over his head. Letting it settle on the floor as soon as I got it off him. I drug my fingers down his chest, giving a soft giggle when I heard him growl quietly and felt him shiver a little at the soft touch. My fingers hooked in the waistband of his jeans and I paused, staring up at him. Swallowing hard. Trying to keep my nerve.

He gulped and stepped into me. I took a few steps back as he nodded towards the mattresses behind me, standing still when the backs of my knees brushing against the edge of the mattress. He pushed me down gently. I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, letting them pool to the ground. Jimmy tugged his boxers down, his thick cock springing free. Making me stare, my eyes widening at the sight of it, standing at attention, the tip glistening with precum. I swallowed hard, muttered mostly to myself, “It’s so big, I…” as I wondered if I could take all of him.

Jimmy chuckled. Settling between my legs to keep them spread as he leaned down and crashed his mouth against mine. “It’s not gonna hurt long, doll. I promise. I’ll be real gentle, okay?”

“O-okay.” I muttered. Jimmy tugged the slip up my body, letting me sit up so he could pull it off completely. Then he gently pushed me flat against the mattresses all over again, his thick cock rubbing right against my throbbing, wet center and making me gasp and writhe against him, desperate for friction, for anything that might help the ache.

“No panties, huh?” Jimmy mused in awe as he worked his mouth down the side of my neck.

“I…” I whimpered, fingers curling against the mattress and carding through his hair as he rubbed against me all over again and gazed down at me. “I knew what I was coming to do tonight.. Wanted to make it easier for you...”

Jimmy chuckled. “Good girl. Such a good girl.” his voice was velvet and gravel and a stubble lined jaw brushed against my skin, sending shivers through my body all over again. One of his hands captured both of mine over my head, holding them against the mattress as his mouth latched onto my neck carefully. Too carefully.

“Jimmy, c’mon.” I begged breathlessly.

“What do you want, doll? Use your words. C’mon, talk to me.” Jimmy coaxed, locking eyes with me as he tilted my face so that I couldn’t look away.

“Kiss my neck… Like you were before…”

“It might leave marks behind, doll… You don’t want me doin that, do ya?”

“I do.” I gasped as his the tip of his cock teased against my opening, turning a dull throb into a pounding ache that had my stomach coiling and had me dripping even more. “If I leave marks, doll.. Means somethin. Somethin a little more than what you came down here for tonight… Ya understand, sweetheart?” Jimmy’s eyes settled on me expectantly and he licked his lips as he let them roam.

“What’s it mean?” I asked quietly. Clinging to him as best as I could. Pulling him down on top of me even more. I wanted him closer. What I really wanted was to feel him buried inside me, but given my lack of experience, I felt it was for the best if I let Jimmy take the lead here.

“Means you’re my girl.” Jimmy’s mouth caught against mine, his lips locking on my top one. I felt his hand slip down between us, fingers dragging slow over my wet sex as he gave a quiet growl. He stared me down, curious gleam in his eyes. “I don’t think you want that, doll. Trust me.”

“ What if I do?” I asked, rubbing against him. Begging for more. Repeating my question when he didn’t say anything because I wanted him to know that I chose him and tonight for a reason. Otherwise, I’d have kept on the way I’ve been living. I just wanted him. I needed him. “What if I do, Jimmy Darling? Is that so bad?”

Jimmy blinked in shock. Bit his lip as he seemed to mull it over. His fingers slipping inside my throbbing sex, working me open carefully. Slowly. Stopping quickly when I tensed and grimaced at the sharp sting of pain that came with being stretched out for the first time. Waiting until I started to relax and tried to rock myself against his fingers, desperate for some kind of relief, anything to dull the ache.

“You’re jokin.” he muttered as he pressed into me, his mouth against the shell of my ear, nipping at my earlobe. “You can’t want that, sweetheart. I got nothin to offer. Nothin.”

“Maybe I do. There’s something about you, I… I can’t explain it. I don’t want things, okay? I don’t want empty words. I want you.”

“There’s something about you too, doll… But the life I live.. My hands…” Jimmy countered, stubborn. His fingers worked me open even more. Thrusting deeper inside, scissoring. I gasped and arched my back, clinging to him.

“It’s better than what I have going on. Quiet little librarian. No family. Nothing keeping me here. And I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since I saw you in the diner. I even dream about you, Jimmy Darling.”

He chuckled huskily against my neck. His lips finally latching on, suction forming. His fingers slowed and I got a chance to catch my breath, relax a little. I could feel a mark forming on my neck. “We’ll see, okay? If you don’t try and find me after tonight, guess I’ll have my answer.”

I had no doubt in my mind. I was going to take any chance I could to try and find him.

Things happen for a reason.

“Jimmy, p-please.” I stammered out, rocking as best as I could against his scissoring fingers, “I need you now.”

His mouth dove against mine all over again. Needier. Deeper and more frantic. “Now, huh?” he muttered lazily as the kiss finally broke.

“Now.” I begged, rocking myself against his fingers as they scissored in and out of me faster and faster. My stomach coiled tight and my breath caught in my throat. I dug my fingers into his shoulder and the mattress and I tried to dig my heels in too, but nothing helped. I needed friction. I was so close to getting off that frustrated tears stung my eyes. “Please, baby?”

The term of endearment seemed to make something within him snap.

“It’s gonna hurt a little. I can’t help that, doll.” he groaned against my neck as his lips moved over it erratically. His cock teased against my sex and I tensed a little as it buried inside me. He stilled on top of me, peppering kisses and gentle nips against my face and neck, dragging his tongue over the outline of my lips as he stared down at me with a tender gaze before muttering quietly, “You okay now, sweetheart?”

“Mhm.” I mumbled, grazing my lips against his neck as I rocked myself into him, determined to get friction, one way or another. “Jimmy, c’mon. Please?”

He flashed me a tender smirk. “Like I’m gonna deny you anything, doll.” he mumbled as he started to slowly fuck into me, a hand moving down to my hip, stopping my movements. “Let me take care of ya, okay?”

I nodded, pouting up at him. His hips crashed against mine slow and steady and when his mouth found mine, my tongue slipped past his lips eagerly. The kiss deepened to a point where I felt myself getting light-headed. Clinging to him as I moaned his name over and over, making him smirk each time I did and it got a little louder. When the kiss broke, I muttered softly, “When do I get to take care of you, huh?”

“Later, sweetheart.” Jimmy promised as his cock buried inside me completely, stretching and overfilling me, making me grip onto him tighter. My lips grazing against his neck and latching on, leaving a small mark behind and making him growl, start to pound away at me a little harder and faster before he had to slow down all over again.

I clung to him, whimpering. Begging him for my release.

“Not yet, doll. Not done with you yet. You feel too fucking good.” Jimmy groaned into my mouth as his lips engulfed mine. His cock strummed against my spot and I writhed beneath him, dragging my fingers up and down his back, stopping when he tensed up just a little and winced.

“Sorry.”

“ ‘S okay, doll.” he muttered into the deepening kiss. My orgasm built to an almost blinding ache that had me shaking, barely able to hold on as he fucked me deep into the mattresses beneath me, his hips slamming into mine erratically, his hands and mouth all over me.

“Fuck. Oh fuck, doll. Don’t wanna stop.” he breathed against the shell of my ear, “But I can’t hold on much longer… Let go for me?”

I needed no coaxing at all. My orgasm tore through me, leaving me shivering and shaking as I struggled to keep the pace he set. His hips stammered and he rose up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, driving him even deeper inside, “Don’t stop.. C’mon, baby. Let go.” I coaxed breathlessly.

He bit his lip, staring down at me as he slowed down, tried to pull himself back from the edge. I clung to him, rocking my hips up to meet his thrusts and despite him trying to still my hips, I managed to keep going, making him shiver and melt against me as the warmth of his release flooded me, making me moan all over again as he settled on top of me, capturing my hands in his and burying his mouth against mine.

He collapsed to the mattress, pulling me against him as his arms wrapped around me. I went to say something but he shushed me, muttering quietly, “Let’s just lay here. I just…I wanna lay here, hold you and pretend.”

I wanted to tell him that he didn’t have to pretend anything, but I knew he wouldn’t hear it. I knew I’d have to prove him wrong.

And honestly, I was fine with it.

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ibelieveindragons141 · 4 years

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Tingling | Diego hargreeves x reader

Requested by @infinitelyforgotten who asked for: fluffy Diego where the reader dropped into 1963 with him. When he gets admitted to the psych-hospital the reader visits him everyday and promises to get him out (but even with her powers she can’t think of a way to spring him out-until Five shows up). Diego is so glad to be out to stop JFK’s assassination, but mostly so he can hug & kiss the reader again. Maybe when they (Five, Reader, Diego, and Lila) head to find Reginald, Diego dances with the reader and they get caught up in each other for a while before remembering their task.

Word count: 1369

Warnings: none!

A/N: I am so sorry this took so long!

"Here to see Diego Hargreeves?"

You shot to your feet. "Here."

The orderly raised an eyebrow at you and said, "You're in here everyday, doll. Must be one hell of a guy."

You smiled, "He is."

He opened the door to reveal Diego sitting at a table, hair unruly and hanging over his eyes, wearing a white uniform.

"Y/n," he looked up and grinned at you. You sat down across from him.

"How are you?"

He shrugged. "No different from yesterday." He leaned in, "You got any new ideas for an escape plan?"

You shook your head sadly. "No. Unfortunately, air manipulation is kinda obvious. If they caught us, you'd be locked up even tighter, and they'd probably ship me off to some government facility for experiments." You shuddered.

Diego reached across the table and held your hand. "Hey, I won't let that happen."

You glanced up and stared into his eyes, deep brown pools conveying as much comfort as they could.

"No touching the patients!" The orderly by the door snapped.

Diego retracted his hand slowly, not wanting to stop the only physical contact you'd had in weeks.

You felt a tingle, like electricity, where he touched you.

"Any news on the others?" He asked.

"No, but I'll keep looking. They must be somewhere, right? They can't have just disappeared."

"Unless they're dead."

You gasped, "Diego!"

"What? Y/n, you have to consider all the possibilities."

You thought about crazy, flamboyant Klaus, sweet Vanya, kind Allison, wicked smart Five, Luther's leadership, even of Ben and his crazy book obsession. To imagine them gone seemed unthinkable.

"No. They're not gone, Diego."

"Y/n," he spoke softly. "I'm just trying to protect you. I want you to be prepared for the worst."

You shook your head and frowned. "If they were gone, I'd feel it."

"Y/n-"

"I'd know, Diego."

He didn't look convinced, but let it go.

"So, made any friends yet?" You teased.

He narrowed his eyes at you. "More than you."

You feigned an insulted expression, "How dare you! I am a delight."

He smirked, "Oh, I know you are."

Leaning forwards, you said, "Once you get out, I'm gonna show you just how much of a delight I can be."

His eyes lit up. "Is that a fact?"

"When have I ever lied to you?"

He tilted his head, "Well.."

"Time's up."

The man by the door's harsh voice put an abrupt end to your teasing. This was the worst part, leaving. You stood up solemnly and said, "I'll be back tomorrow, I promise."

Diego gave you a small nod. "Good."

You gave him one last tight smile before turning and leaving.

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Diego's head was spinning. Five would be back. He would get out. Save the president. Be with y/n, really with her, not just sitting a couple feet apart.

Everything would be fine. It had to be.

The sound of gunshots brought him back to reality: being chased by three maniacs with Lila.

Once they finally made it outside, he collided with something- or rather, someone.

"Ow!" You cried.

Warm hands gripped your upper arms, "Y/n?"

Diego.

You stared up at him, eyes shining brightly. "Fancy meeting you here."

Diego shook his head with exasperation and surprised you by grabbing your waist and crashing his lips onto yours. You shut your eyes and placed your hands on his chest, melting into the kiss.

"While this is lovely," An accented woman's voice interrupted your kiss, "We are currently being chased by some very scary men with very scary guns, so if we could maybe pick this up later.."

Diego shot her a glare, "Shut up, Lila."

She shrugged.

The doors burst open revealing three white-haired men who did in fact have very scary guns.

"Go," you said, turning to face them. "I go this"

"Y/n-" Diego started, but Lila yanked his arm saying, "Don't be an idiot. If she says she's got this then she's got this."

As they ran, he glanced back to see you raise your arms, causing a gust of wind to divert the bullets' path into a nearby car. He loved watching you use your powers, you were so graceful and your movements so fluid.

You threw the gunmen back, knocking the weapons from their hands and raced over to Diego and Lila, who was trying to jump start a car.

"That was cool," she commented, still focused on the wires in her hands.

"Thanks," you replied, breathing a little heavier than usual.

Diego kissed you. "What would I do without you?"

You pecked his nose, making him blush, "Probably die."

"Got it!" Lila cried as the car roared to life.

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"I've never been to the Mexican consulate," you said, walking beside Diego, Five, and Lila into the stone building.

Diego raised his eyebrows, "Really? Why not?"

You bumped your shoulder into his. "Shut up."

Soft trumpet music was playing in the back round, and looking around the room, couldn't help but feel under-dressed in your simple purple dress.

As if sensing your discomfort, Diego leaned in and said, "Don't worry, you look beautiful." To Five, he said, "I don't see dad anywhere."

"Just keep an eye out for the Majestic Twelve."

You snorted, which earned a sharp look from Five. "Sorry, but it's a ridiculous title."

"That may be," Five said, "But trust me, nothing about them is ridiculous."

"So, what's the plan?" Diego asked, eyes still scanning the room.

"You and y/n stay down here. Lila and I will take the upstairs."

You heard him hiss quietly to Lila, "I want to keep an eye on you."

You frowned. What did that mean?

Diego distracted you by pulling you into the next room. "They're playing our song."

He pulled you close, wrapping one arm tightly around your waist and taking your hand gently in his. You placed your other palm on the back of his neck and felt the tingling again travel through your fingertips. He spun you, getting lost in the music, and ran his hands down your sides sending a shiver up your spine. You whirled around to face him again.

"Someone's got moves."

"One ever knows when dance will mean the difference between life and death,” he did a terrible impression of Reginald making you laugh brightly.

"You're an idiot."

He moved closer, so you were swaying more than dancing, and pressed your foreheads together.

"I love you."

You rubbed your nose gently against his, "I love you, too."

He suddenly dipped you, making you jump. You smirked and took a step back.

"Switch," you deadpanned.

"Wha-"

You grabbed his waist and pulled him to you. "Just follow my lead."

He scoffed, but let you lead him.

Eventually, you reverted back to your initial roles and rested your head against his chest, tucked under his chin.

His fingers brushed a few loose strands of hair off your cheek, leaving a trail of electricity in their wake.

Suddenly, you felt a cold, heavy weight against your back.

"Mind if I cut in?" An unfamiliar voice shattered your peace. It belonged to a tanned, blond man who clearly spent way too much time on his hair.

Diego's gaze hardened and you felt his arm tighten around you, shifting you so the other man's hand dropped back down to his side.

"Yeah, I do. So back off."

The other man gave you a sneer and said, "Now, see, I wasn't really askin'."

When he took a step closer, Diego whipped out a knife faster than you'd ever seen him do before and held it to his throat.

"I said, back off."

The creep's eyes widened and he quickly fled.

Diego watched him go with dark eyes.

"Hey," you whispered, cupping his cheek. "You okay?"

He looked back at you and softened.

Wordlessly, Diego put his knife back in his belt and hugged you tightly.

"No one will every take me away from you, Diego." You reassured him quietly.

"Good." He murmured, his breath dancing lightly across your face.

And even as he rushed off in search of mom, that tingling feeling never left.

A/n: Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think and feel free to send me a request! :)

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Does Ethan's demeanor change towards coworkers and interns after they get married or before, and does it after having Elizabeth?

I forgot this question in the last ask does Bryce go from easy loving to paranoid after having his daughter?

Does Genevieve get an image problem with new interns who don't know about Ethan's and gen's history?

How did they choose god parents and who? Also do both if their kids have the same god parents?

Is Genevieve close to Natalie's mother?

Natalie as a maid of honour.

Do have bachelor parties. Idky but I don't think Ethan's the type of guy to have one.

Does Ethan see her in her wedding dress before the wedding.

How well can Ethan read her body language? And how well can Genevieve read Ethan's?

What is their comfort food, place and activity?

Does Natalie play the piano like Genevieve? *Gasp* do they do a duet!!

That's it for now my thumb's hurt from all the typing and yours will too after answering these😂 have fun! And I'm sorry for this😂😂 I'll ask the remaining ones later

Alright I have returned from war, and am ready to tackle the second part to the ask you sent me earlier today. Lets do this....

Does Ethan's demeanor change towards coworkers and interns after they get married or before, and does it after having Elizabeth? I think before they’re married it changes slightly, you kind of see it now. He’s softer after meeting/falling in love with MC. I think he’ll always hate interns and be the domineering Dr. Ramsey but Gen has definitely softened him a bit. And once they have Elizabeth, he definitely gains more patience, but again he’ll always be who he is. Especially with the interns. Just a softer version with more patience

I forgot this question in the last ask does Bryce go from easy loving to paranoid after having his daughter? I think so, I think the first year of Kaili’s life, Bryce is paranoid to a degree.

What habits of Ethan and Genevieve change after having Elizabeth? Not routine habits habits like things they despised but now loved. Like my cousin's husband he's not a dude who liked taking pictures but after having his son he takes pictures of my nephew almost every day and is very enthusiastic about it in fact the first question to my cousin after coming from work is 'did you take pictures of him?' Why is that totally an Ethan thing too 😂 he rarely uses social media until Lizzie is born and then turns into one of those parents that’s constantly posting photos of their kid. And honestly? I don’t know... I think this is another one I’ll have to get back to you on.

While Genevieve's pregnant, is Ethan the cool calm collected husband or the freaking out, paranoid, over protective partner. I went to one of my cousin's appointments with her when her husband couldn't make it mannn the types of father's to be's I saw was funny and terrifying 😂 I can assure you every single one of them was scared😂 He’s a mix of both. Gen is incredibly nervous and worried her entire first trimester and so he tries to be as calm and caring as he can be to soothe her worries. But he’s also overprotective. He’s always been her protector in a way and that definitely amplifies once she’s pregnant. But he’s incredibly doting and does whatever she asks, gets her whatever she needs.

Does Genevieve get an image problem with new interns who don't know about Ethan's and gen's history? I’m saying yes and no. I’m sure there are a few landry type interns who think she’s using him, coupled with rumors of Gen “Betraying” Esme and her image is definitely perceived differently by some interns. But also once they see the way Ethan looks at her, and she him, the rumors die down and no one questions her imagine that much. Beside’s Ethan shoots down any and every rumor or negative claim thats aimed at her.

How did they choose god parents and who? Also do both if their kids have the same god parents? Ethan wants to choose them based on practicality and who would be best at taking care of Lizzie and Grayson. He makes a pro/con list for everyone. Gen wants to choose people she loves and trusts. They compromise and pick someone they trust and who they know would love their children as they do. Sienna is Lizzie’s godmother, Natalie is Grayson’s and Bryce is both their godfathers. But they both know that should anything happen to them, their entire circle of friends would help in a heartbeat.

Natalie as a maid of honour. Yes. But so is Sienna. Gen spent weeks mulling over whom to choose for weeks. She wanted Natalie because they’ve been friends since they were 4, but also Sienna because that’s her other best friend. Ethan came home one night to find her crying into a glass of wine because she needed to make a decision and was stressed. He then suggested she have both, it’s not an uncommon thing these days and this way no one’s feelings would be hurt. (my cousin had two).

Do have bachelor parties. Idky but I don't think Ethan's the type of guy to have one. Oh Ethan is definitely not the type to have a bachelor party. Bryce and Naveen try to convince him to have one but he never backs down. Gen on the other hand, she has a bachelorette party. Well not a party, per say. She is not the type for strippers or anything crude. She and the girls do a weekend away at a spa. Mimosas and massages.

Does Ethan see her in her wedding dress before the wedding. He does not. She spends the night before in the hotel suite her and the girls are getting ready in. He doesn’t see her until they do a reveal photo. Just her and Ethan and a photographer to capture the moment he sees her all done up in her dress. (One of the few times Ethan has ever cried)

I want to know what happens when they are having sad days and how do they heal from it. Like today I was having a sad day because everybody was fighting today and fighting for me just dampens my mood so when I'm having a sad day I can't smile, I mean it doesn't reach my eyes as it usually does and I can't bear noise like not even listen to music because noise hurts I heal from it by talking to my bestie or you guys but she sleeps early and isn't available to talk so I'm talking to you and I'm feeling better!☺️ Okay first, I’m sorry you’re having a sad day. Sad days are the worst. I am sending you lots of love Second, Ethan is the type, I think, when he’s having a bad day to want complete silence and a glass of scotch. To be alone to just digest the day. On those days, Gen cooks him dinner and lets him be. Sometimes he wants to just hold her the rest of the night and enjoy the quiet comfort she gives him. Other days he doesn’t. Gen can always tell which kind of sad it is by the way he greets her when he gets home. Before they’re living together, like in current canon time, if he’s having a day when he wants to just be alone with her - he’ll either text her to come over and ask her to come over before he leaves the hospital. Gen is the type of person that feels things deeply and needs to talk about them. No matter how silly the emotion may seem to someone else, she needs to talk about. Otherwise, she’ll get stuck in that headspace for a long time. In the beginning of their relationship, like current canon, she’s very hesitant to lean on Ethan as much as she wants to. She’s all in with him, no going back, but she doesn’t feel like he’s there yet. So now, she tends to talk to Sienna or Bryce even if the only person she wants is Ethan. There are some days, the worst days, are when she doesn’t care and goes straight to him. And he is quick to give her whatever she needs. Which is usually to let her vent out her frustrations and then just hold her the rest of the night. She finds the most safety and comfort from touch.

How well can Ethan read her body language? And how well can Genevieve read Ethan's? Extremely well. Gen is not a hard person to figure out, not once you get to really know her. Ethan knows what every frown or look means. I think it freaks him out at first, how well he just knows her, but overtime he loves it. Gen knows him just as well, though sometimes he can be hard to read. But 80% of the time she can read him like a book. Especially when he finally stops pushing her away and lets her in. Plus they’re both amazing diagnosticians, it doesn’t take long to figure out the problem

What is their comfort food, place and activity? Gen - her favorite comfort food is peanut butter cups, and as silly as it sounds mac and cheese. When she was a kid, she spent everyday after school with her grandparents - her mom’s parents - and whenever Gen had a bad day, her memere would make her mac and cheese and they’d sit and watch tv until she felt better. (Ethan found this out after he met her grandma, and on a day when Gen seemed to be struggling, he told her to come over and he made her a fancy version of mac and cheese. She cried.) Her comfort place is the beach, she grew up in a coastal town and no matter they weather, the sound of the waves could calm her down. Her comfort activity is watching some mindless comedy show. Something where she doesn’t have to think can just escape for a bit. (her other favorite is snuggling with ethan while he reads to her, from whatever book or medical journal he’s currently reading)

Ethan - does this man have a comfort food? Can I say scotch lol I don’t know. His comfort place is probably his apartment. Its his own space where he doesn’t have to be Dr. Ramsey, he can just be Ethan. Comfort activity, I’d say its probably like reading or something like that.

#thank you for these #it was amazing #ethan ramsey x mc #ethan x gen #fireycookie #asked and answered

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I forgot that you existed : Chapter one

A/N: okay chapter one is here going a little slow with the storyline wanted to add a little bit of details to the lives of the characters. I can guarantee in next chapter our hero will be in full form and not just in flashbacks. Hope you like it. Feedbacks and suggestions are always welcome.

Pairing : Tom Holland × Singer reader

Summary: It's been more than five years since you and Tom have gone their own ways after a heartbreaking breakup which had left both of you shattered. Both of you thought that you were finally over with each other and were happy in your respective lives until you meet again at a reunion trip planned by your best friend and you realise you are still not done with each other.

Warnings: none, flashbacks.

Mini playlist: love story, ME! By Taylor Swift

We were both young when I first saw you

I close my eyes, and the flashback starts

I'm standing there

On a balcony in summer air

Sounds of giggles and laughter " No! she is my best friend" Harrison exclaimed pulling you by grabbing your left hand towards him "No she is my best friend!" Tom said, pulling your right hand. You couldn't stop giggling as you were stuck between a tug of war between your two best friends who stated that you can only be best friend to any one of them not both. You were only 5 years old then Tom & Harrison both 3 years older than you but you loved hanging out with them.

Your parents shifted from LA to London for their work and coincidentally your house was in the same neighborhood as were of the boys. You all became friends through your mothers when they used to take you to the park when you were toddlers. You were the only girl of the whole boys gang consisting of Tom, Harrison, Harry and Sam and they were very protective about you. You used to boss them around.

As Haz and Tom were quarrelling over whose best friend you were in the backyard of the Holland's house. Tom out of nowhere declared "if it's that so Y/N is my girlfriend" and gave a gentle peck on your lips, you stood there in shock and soon you started blushing as you covered your face with your hands and ran inside to your mother who was chatting with Nikki.

You went up to your mom and asked innocently "Mom, Tom said that I'm his girlfriend and gave me a kissy like you give me every night before bed. Is he no more my best friend ?" Both the mothers started laughing as Nikki spoke “no peanut he will always be your best friend and if you love bugs stay like this forever maybe he can be your husband too."

You scrunched your face and said "eww!! I will not marry him"

“why is that so? " your mother asked laughing

"he always steals my chocolates" you said innocently “no I don't!! Tom said from behind as he entered the house with Haz, “yes you did yesterday only you took it from my bag at school” both of you now started arguing. Nikki and your mom burst into laughter after hearing it. That was the beginning of your love story.

Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone

I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run

You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess

It's a love story baby just say "Yes"

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You loved to listen to songs as it helps to release your stress and this song of yours was very dear to you as it reminded you of some sweet memories. You were scrolling through the photographs that you had taken back when you were living in London together with the boys as you thought about that whole incident, your actual first kiss, you smiled and shook your head at the realization that you both had disappointed your mothers.

You finally dialled Harrison's number he picked up instantly

"Hey Y/N!"

"Hello.. this is 911 what is your emergency?" You chuckled

"You will never change will ya?"

"That was the plan actually to never change"

"Talking to you after a long time man missed your voice so much"

"Me too Haz.. So how's everything going there?"

"Yeah everything is fine here just wrapped up my new film."

"Great!! How are the boys, Nikki and Dom?"

"They are all fine. Harry is busy with his new film's plot, Sam as usual experimenting with new dishes."

"An.. and how's he?" You hesitatedly asked

"He's good too wrapped up Avengers 5 will be returning home tomorrow.

By the way congratulations for the success of your new album to be honest it's a badass album the lyrics are dope."

You giggled.. "Thanks Haz"

"So now are you free or still have any upcoming projects?"

"I can never be free Haz I m always working, always thinking of lyrics for my next song. Leave all that, what was the emergency that you said to call so urgently?"

"Ummm.. Y/N I want something from you."

"Anything for you Haz"

"You have to promise me first Y/N that whatever I say you have to say yes"

"When have I ever said you no anyways just tell me"

"No! Y/N first promise me"

"Uggh Okay Haz I promise now spit it out. Sometimes you really act childish." you rolled your eyes.

"I want you to come back home I mean back here at London I have planned a 10 days trip to Cornwall at my beach house which we all used to go every summer when we were kids it's a sort of reunion for the whole gang I have invited Z and Jacob too"

"Haz you know I only go on Christmas every year to spend time with you guys because that is when I m free. And I'm pretty busy this month. I have a recording to be done next week for my upcoming single."

"Y/N you promised you will not refuse me. I just want a little time from your busy life.”

"But Haz…"

"And also I'm gonna celebrate my 30th birthday there, your man is getting old love."

"Umm... I don't know what to say Haz I'm confused"

"If you're thinking about him I can assure you there will be no problem besides he is not single anymore so why worry?"

That is the problem Haz you said in your mind.

"Umm okay I'll give it a thought and let you know after confirming the availability of dates." You ended the call and fell back on your bed, your hands and legs spreading across the bed like a starfish. You face palmed and groaned.

You went into a deep thought, your brain still processing the whole conversation you had with Harrison. After a few minutes you heard your phone buzzing and you smiled as you looked to see who was calling. It was Zendaya, face timing you. You had seriously wished to talk to someone right now. You have very few close friends in the industry and Zendaya was one of them. You collaborated with her for your bad blood music video and you guys clicked instantly from that day you became really close. She was your 3am BFF and you both knew each other's darkest secrets. You picked up the call.

"So Haz called you up didn't he?"

"Bingo!! So what are you thinking?" Zendaya laughed

"I don't know Z. I just feel scared. I know I have met him a couple of times during my Christmas visits after everything happened but that was just a one day thing and this whole 10 day trip is freaking me out. I also don't want to disappoint Haz. I missed all of his birthdays for the past few years on purpose just to avoid Tom."

" You are just over thinking babe everything will be fine and I will be there to cheer up your emotional ass. Besides as much as I know Tom is very chilled out he will not bother you."

" I don't think so. He has a very cold attitude towards me even now whenever I go back home. "

After you moved to NY you almost begged your parents to move here and stay with you but they were adamant of staying in London so once in a year you used to visit your family and friends during Christmas. The Christmas Dinner was always hosted by the Holland's after your break up you always panicked to go to their house. The first year when you went. The boys, Nikki, Dom welcomed you as if nothing had happened; they hugged you with joy. But when you went to give Tom a hug he just backed off and out of formality gave you a shoulder hug and you got your hint to stay away. He even brought his new girlfriend for the dinner which you thought he did on purpose to make you jealous or hurt you. And you were actually hurt at the thought that he really moved on so quickly. So you avoided family gatherings to prevent such awkward situations.

"Babe your life doesn’t revolve around Tom he was a part of your life which is over. Start living your life. And we are in our early 30’s and still single don’t wanna die like that do you ??. Even if you want you can have your sweet little revenge by showing off that hot body on the beach and show that asshole what he missed." Z smirked.

You quirked your eyebrows “So you're telling me to be a bitchy ex who doesn’t want to see her ex boyfriend happy”

" Nooo!!! I didn’t mean that just show him how happy you are, that you are one of a kind, he will never find anyone like you in his life. We are gonna have a blast honey and you are coming so start packing."

You had to finally give in with a deep sigh you said .."okay Z I ll go but if I jump off the cliff after all the mental stress I'm going to get in those 10 days you and Haz will be responsible for it." you laughed.

"Oh we won't want that. Besides you have handled more stressful moments than this you will be fine dramaqueen." Zendaya said.

You talked to Alex about the whole trip to sort out the dates. He was a little sceptical at first about the whole reunion with ex trip , but he believed in you and gave you a nod for the trip. You informed the good news to Haz of your approval to the whole trip. Before you could leave for your unplanned vacation you had to finish recording and shooting for your new upcoming single featuring Breidon Urie.

"I promise that you'll never find another like me

I know that I'm a handful, baby, uh

I know I never think before I jump

And you're the kind of guy the ladies want

(And there's a lot of cool chicks out there)

I know that I went psycho on the phone

I never leave well enough alone

And trouble's gonna follow where I go

(And there's a lot of cool chicks out there)

But one of these things is not like the others

Like a rainbow with all of the colors

Baby doll, when it comes to a lover

I promise that you'll never find another like

Me-e-e, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

I'm the only one of me

Baby, that's the fun of me

Eeh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

You're the only one of you

Baby, that's the fun of you

And I promise that nobody's gonna love you like me-e-e"..............

The song was soon officially released by the music company and the audience loved it and your work was done for the moment and now you could focus on the trip. All of a sudden you were really feeling excited about the whole thing. You and Z were constantly texting each other to plan about the journey.

The day arrived and you met Z at the airport. "So ready for the battle?" she chuckled. You rolled your eyes and laughed "going on a battle would have been much easier compared to this I guess" but in your mind you were confident. Yes you had finally decided that you're ready to face Tom Holland to show him that you have also moved on. And to show him that he'll never find another like you.

The nine hour flight was uneventful as both you and Z slept most of the time which proved that you both were in dire need of a vacation away from your hectic glamorous lives.

It was around 5 ‘o’ clock in the morning in London when your plane landed. Both of you collected your check in luggages. Check out was hassle free as it was early morning with few people around and nobody recognised you as both of you were in your hoodies. As you came out of the exit door you started to look amongst the crowd and finally you saw those familiar icy blue eyes approaching towards you.

“Ah!! Finally the star arrived” Harrison hugged you tight

“And all credit goes to you Z because our star has stopped listening to her best friend may be got someone else to replace me” he hugged zendaya and started laughing

“getting rid of you has been one of the failures of my life" you pouted

"Ouch!" Harrison dramatically placed his hands on his chest as if hurt.

"No one can ever replace you from my life you idiot" you lightly punched his arm.

Harrison chuckled and said with a fake French accent "I m your chauffeur for the day, madame your car awaits at the parking lot."

After you three put all your luggages in the car. Z and you sat at the back seat and Harrison sat on the driver's seat as he started the car. It was an approximate four hour ride to his beach house.

" You know Haz I really missed the summer in London so glad I said yes to your plan."

"The only thing I liked about London when I came for Spiderman:FFH shoot is the Harry Potter museum" Zendaya declared

You noticed Harrison looked a little off today so you asked "you look a little bit stressed out Haz what's the matter bud?"

"How do you read my mind so easily?" Harrison sighed.

"I'm your best friend dumbo now tell me what is the thing that is bothering you so much?" you said with concern in your voice.

"Okay I need to say you something, just don't be mad Tom will be bringing his fiancee too at the beach house. But don't worry everything will be fine I promise."

Your face went expression less as you looked at Harrison then to Zendaya. You were starting to panic from inside. You let out a sigh and rolled your eyes as you leaned on Zendaya's shoulder. She rubbed your shoulder to comfort you as you thought in your mind "what a great start to this cursed trip."

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DUALITY || HERO AU! DABI X READER

PART TWO

Part one here

Endeavor watched for a moment, staying silent as he thought.

"You must be the hero from last night then," he responded, sounding unamused.

"Well I..I wouldn't call myself a hero…" you fell short, letting the fire die.

He stood up, walking around the desk and to you, getting uncomfortably close, "If I were you, I would start calling yourself a hero, and obtain a license, that way you do not drag the name of my son down with you,"

You didn't respond, your cheeks flushed, it was clear that he had meant it as some sort of threat.

"Father, please, you don't have to scare away anyone who walks in here,"

There he was. The blue flamed hero walked in the room, giving a sideways smile before turning his eyes to you.

The brightness of the blue catching you off guard once more. They were captivating and beautiful, but then again, so was he. Despite the scars that covered a good chunk of his person, he still had this air to him that made you find him attractive, his cool personality just seeping off in waves.

"While everyone calls you Riptide, I think I'd like to know your name, afterall, hm soulmate?"

You flushed, feeling a little warm but not from the use of any fire, "It's (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N),"

"Well, (Y/n), it's a pleasure to meet you when we aren't fighting off villains,"

"What about you, what should I call you?"

"Most people call me Dabi,"

You smiled warmly, holding out the drink to him, "Well Dabi, I hope you like tea!"

He took it gingerly, taking a moment before trying it, and then smiling back, "Not normally but, whatever you ordered, this is great,"

"It's one of my favorites actually," You paused for a moment, realizing that Endeavour was still in the room, glaring at you, "Hey...do you maybe want to talk and walk?"

Dabi agreed quickly, waving a hand to his father and leading you back out of the agency.

On your walk, the two of you shared stories about yourselves. You mostly spoke about the time you spent on your own personal patrols.

"And then, the woman sat there, she looked kind of sad that I had captured her, so I almost let her go because really she didn't do anything too bad, but that's when the heroes showed up...so I had to leave her there for them."

Dabi thought for a moment, a question lingering in the front of his mind. He had originally thought about it the night before when you had fled the scene, "Hey, (y/n)?"

"Hm?" You turned to look up at him, still reeling over how handsome he was.

"Why don't you work at an agency? Or have a hero license?"

You hummed lightly, tossing your now empty cup into the nearest bin, "Ah...well, I never really went to any fancy school for training, and I grew up taking care of my family so even if I did, I wouldn't have enough time...and sometimes, I'll see the news and I wonder if it's worth it?"

You stopped, now trying to find the right words to explain how you felt about the situation, "The press seems to always be in the heroes' faces, not to mention, the lower the rank of a hero, the less recognition they even get for their work. Everyone is so focused on the top. By being some sort of...I dunno vigilante, people know my name, and they know what I've done."

You looked up, realizing that what you said had probably made little sense or seemed like a big complaint, "I-I mean ! Not that big heros like you or your father don't deserve it! I just..its all complicated and-"

Before you could even try to finish your thought, you were caught off guard by Dabi beginning to laugh.

"Hey don't stress yourself out, my father probably does get too much recognition, and the press can definitely be bothersome…" He shook his head, looking back to you, "But, I think that's pretty noble of you still. You aren't even getting paid for the stuff you do. And some reporters even call you a menace, but looking at you, I think you're too cute to be a menace,"

You laugh lightly at his comment, your face warming up, "Well thank you, I try,"

"You know...I never thought I'd meet my soulmate," Dabi mused, finishing his drink and tossing the cup into another bin, "I always thought I'd be too busy,"

"Must have a lot on your plate, your dad is the number one right?"

He nodded, bright blue eyes darkening momentarily, "Yeah something along those lines…" Dabi paused for a moment, "What do you say we make this a date? Do something other than just walk around?"

"I think that's a great idea! Do you have anything in mind?"

He walks a little bit ahead, turning to face you fully, holding a hand out to you, "Trust me on this,"

With those four words, you and Dabi spent the whole day together. He showed you his favorite restaurant while you took him to a park you used to play at, and you sat on the swings for a while.

At one point, Dabi noticed a little girl, maybe about 6 years old, selling flowers she had collected for about a quarter each.

He walked over to her and kneeled down, digging around in his pockets for a moment before retrieving enough quarters to buy four from her, earning the girl two dollars, she turned and excitedly ran over to her mom. The way he handled it was so cute, and momentarily, you thought about if you two ever would have kids, adopt them or even just babysit for a friend.

Sabi turned back, four wildflowers in hand as he walked back to you, holding them out, "Join me for dinner?"

You smiled warmly, agreeing to the idea, "I'd love to! If we stop by a store and grab some groceries, I can cook up a good meal!" You hopped off the swing, taking his hand excitedly and then the flowers.

After a quick stop to the store, and some time spent making the meal, the dinner was ready.

The two of you sat at a table in Dabi's house, exchanging jokes, stories, flirty comments and overall a good time.

You weren't sure exactly when it happened, but soon enough the two of you stood in the kitchen, soft music in the background coming from a speaker.

"Dance with me (Y/n)," Dabi looked to you, holding his hand out to you.

You take it gingerly, and he pulls you closer. Regardless of the music playing some top hit that definitely isn't a slower rythmed song, he loops his arms around your waist, and yours circle around his neck.

You've never really danced with someone like this, but you feel comfortable. You start to think that it's the pure duality of yourself having a soulmate whose quirk so oddly matches yours, and how your personalities go together hand in hand.

When you fall asleep after returning home, it's the first night of many that your dreams aren't filled with fire. Instead, you finally dream of him. Of Dabi.

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