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night-dragon937 · 3 years

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Sorry i accidently Unfollowed trying to hit the ask button: Im a little anxious about this but, I want to know how best to refer to you/yall? I know, the basics of DID and im sorry if this just, comes off as wrong/bad, but im, assuming that DID is specific to each system (I think im using that term right? im sorry if im not) and i just want to know how best to, like. avoid making you feel bad/wrong? (like, im anxious about referring to you as, you or do i need to refer to you as, like. them? or yall?, because i think all of you is valid and great and deserves respect? individually and as a whole?) and i saw the post where like, people think the Host (I am so sorry if i am messing up these terms) is more valid then the others, and that made me sad because, I think everyone is valid? and its like, i dont want to refer to you as the wrong thing (eg: a singular person, incase that strips away the importance of being known?, or as multiple, incase that invalidates?) like, im sorry if any of this comes off as tone deaf. i also got anxious about asking because, I dont want it to seem like the first thing i think about is, this? when interacting, but its why i get really nervous about using you/yall? not that anything was done to make me feel like that, i just want to be respectful? I also dont want to ask tons of questions cause, i know what it feels like to be bombarded with questions about something like this and being treated less like a person, more like a thing to gawk at i guess? like, ive done my best to read up on DID to, better try to understand, but if its unique to each person, I dont want to generalize it? I also am trying not to refer to this as a disability? as im not sure if its, ok to? because it just felt, strange, referring to, what to me seems like a Group of people? as a disability? Im sorry if thats, incorrect or wrong, or even ableist? im genuinely not trying to be. I just, think its important to give everyone individuality and importance? and if you all ? are, different people with their own personalities (if im, understanding that right, i know its possibly different from one person to another?) Then i want to respect that to the best of my ablity? Sorry for all of the rambling and if this is too much a wall of text. im also extremely sorry if anything ive said/done in our interactions, or this ask were offensive? Its alright if you dont want to answer this of course, or if any of this was too personal/touchy, im not gonna get upset or anything and thats completely fair ? I honestly second guessed asking, but figured i needed to before i accidently messed up and said something wrong?

hey no need to apologize! we are willing to answer questions about our experiences with did/plurality! (in fact, it's nice when singlets/non-systems ask questions when they're unsure bc it shows that they care about respect n stuff)

each system's experience with their diagnosis is unique, yes! we have did, but there are various types of osdd that are diagnoses for systems as well

we have what's called a singletsona, essentially a "sona" that's a single person. we mostly have this irl for safety reasons, but we also understand that a constantly changing roster of many people can be confusing esp for neurodivergent people. so, generally, we go by night (cause we're the night system lol it fits perfectly!) and use they/them.

some people do want to interact with us individually (like. maybe four singlets so don't feel bad if you'd rather just interact with us as a whole, but we will let you know if we switch or about alter-specific things) and they refer to us either by who's fronting or by "night sys" or "night system" and refer to us with plural pronouns

you're so very sweet <3

so that refers to people who act as if the body belongs to the host and no one else in the system, the life belongs to the host and other alters shouldn't get as much of a say, or as if other alters aren't really people, like the host is.

you're not being tone deaf at all! even if you were, we'd still be willing to provide info

so, referring to a system depends on a few things. if you're referring to a singletsona, then singular pronouns/preferred pronouns. if you're referring to a single alter, then singular, but if you mean the whole system, then plural. also, if you feel weird about using "you," just know that you was originally a plural pronoun (but has changed in meaning and usage, like they! and thou was the singular)

we're generally pretty understanding and won't get offended unless one is being intentionally malicious (understanding what one is doing, what the affects of the actions are, and still choosing to do it)

we don't know enough to comment on osdd but did is absolutely 100% a disability because this impacts every aspect of our lives, for several reasons. there's the obvious sharing every life decision with a multitude of others with their own personalities and opinions, but did is a trauma based disorder and thus has a lot of symptoms of trauma. did is usually concurrent with ptsd and c-ptsd, and often others. this is bc dissociation is a learned (unhealthy) coping mechanism where we put ourselves literally anywhere but the physical present rw to avoid trauma at a young age, which impacts development of the personality (talking specifically about did). did is... so much more than having brain friends, its freaking out bc someone used a specific tone of voice even if it's not meant maliciously. it's coming to front and having no clue where you are or what's going on. it's being held accountable for actions you have no memory of (and are often out of character). it's often dealing with depression, anxiety, flashbacks, anxiety attacks... you get the point lol

the group of people isn't the disability, it's how traumagenic systems form that cause them to be disabilities, and how that affects daily life. that sounds contradictory. it's... not that any specific alter is debilitating, but the cause of the condition (trauma) and the effects of the condition (dissociative amnesia, etc) that make it a disability. does that make sense?

and you've been nothing but respectful! but thank you for checking, it means a lot to us, truly.

feel free to send more asks/reply to this if you have any more questions or need any clarifications in regards to this (we've been awake for far too many hours lol). also we love talking about our system and info dumping about our diagnosis/diabilities lol

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ewutai · 4 years

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Pour | Johnny

⨯ summary: he’s mysterious and his eyes drive you to another reality. his words sound like magic and, in the end, you are completely amused by him.

⨯ Genre: angst | vampire!au

⨯ Word count: 1 680

⨯ Pairing: Johnny Seo / Reader

⨯ a/n: yeah i took too long to post and i know it. i had to weeks filled with college exams so dont judge me. it’s shor but i promise you it’s not bad. hope yall like it (if you do, maybe i’ll write a pt2)

⨯ warning: mentions of blood.

From all eyes she’d seen before his were the most terrifying; they sparkled like the stars at the same time that a wave of uncontrollable anger took sight; it seemed he’d been waiting too long for something that would not happen. She was used to seeing too many things at the same time, in an ambient smelling smoke and alcohol, bodies dancing to melodies she didn’t even enjoy. He looked at her, once or twice, while she was, concomitantly, looking at him. The mand had no expression on his features, but she could feel a wave of emotions surrounding her body.

He walked out of the room without looking back nor finishing his drink; he left an amount of money, sufficient to pay all he’d consumed. When there’s no sign of his presence (nor aura), the girl directed herself to where he was before and took the money, counting and putting some in her own pockets. The feeling she had was that the money was cursed.

On the next day, her shift started a little earlier. She had a black dress on, with her apron tie pressing against her back, as tight it could be; it looked sensual, and she received some malicious winks while she walked to the balcony. For her, this was quite common, and with some time she even got used to the little talks and whispers about her breasts and how beautiful the color of her skin was – nonetheless she felt no comfort in those words. Few people were hanging around, just softly moving to the beat, while wanting for their cocktails. She rushed and prepared all drinks, moving her hands so talented and naturally that it felt she was doing some sort of magic.

He was already there, though. He saw it all. He felt it all. The eyes looking at her, those dirty mouths spelling disgusting words about her loveliness; a nostalgic feeling took all his being and he started to notice that anger coming back and fill his chest. She was immaculate, so pure and beautiful! How could they be so disrespectful? He sighed. Above all the hate, he was in pain. She seemed so real, yet so distant.

“May I get you something?” she said, her voice low and shy.

“A dose of whiskey.”

His words were dry and surly, nothing else. He starred at her figure, moving around so delicately, holding glasses and bottles with mastery and pouring the liquids with such care. It made him giggle, a little, imagining that she was so sweet and delightful at most simple tasks. He remembered the girl once he fell in love, a long time ago, and physically she looked the same as the barmaid; they even had the same eyebrow arching. In ancient centuries women like her would never take such positions, he thought, because she looks too enchanting to be in a place like this. She came with his squared glass, partially full of a light brown fluid.

“Enjoy.” she said with a soft voice and kind smile. He considered himself dead after she vanished into the crowd. If being dead was even possible to someone like him.

The man looked down at his glass and he could feel nothing but disgust. Alcohol, food, and even water were nothing to him – that is why he filled his mouth to whiskey and headed to the bathroom, where he spitted it all inside the toilet. It tastes like shit, he thought.

The girl, on the other hand, was completely absorbed by her own speculations. That man, the whiskey guy, was so odd and so interesting! She walked all around the club, went back to the bar, prepared a great number of drinks, and still the only thing she could think of was him. He disappeared right after she gave him the drink and until that moment – let’s say she counted around forty minutes – he was still missing.

She got used to observing him and all his movements, so the girl knew he was not the kind of man who would play around, nor the kind of guy who goes to clubs just to get some girls. He was mysterious and reserved.

“It must be a burden.” A deep – but still soft – voice brought the girl back to reality. The man she was thinking of was now right in front of her.

“Sorry?”

“It must be awful…” he paused a little. It seemed he was trying to find the right words. “Awful to listen to all these same songs every night.” He kindly smiled.

“Well, you tell me.” She smiled back. “You come here very often.”

He giggled. The sound of his laugh was so pleasing and, she thought, kind of enchanting. She could listen to it thousands and thousands of times and she would not get annoyed at all.

“Yes, indeed I do.”

“May I know why this club amuses you so much?” She asked, and that was the first time his face showed a vestige of an emotion – embarrassment, maybe.

“This club does not amuse me at all.” He answered and looked around. The man took a long pause before saying: “You do.”

Her heart pounded faster and she felt an enormous heat reaching all parts of her body; her veins burned and her breath became heavier and heavier. What is it?, she asked herself. The girl had been with other men before, she’d listened to many other teasing phrases before, but this time her being reacted in a way she never expected to happen. The man, though, watched the scene amused by her attitude – he knew she was feeling it because he could feel her veins, but she wasn’t showing much of her confusion.

“I did not expect that answer.” She finally said.

“I know.” He smiled. “I didn’t mean to make it all awkward.”

“You did not!” The girl fastly replied, giving him no time to think or even say more words. “Um, what’s your name? I don’t think I’ve ever asked you that.”

“We have never really talked, have we?” He laughed once more and she smiled at the sound. “I am Johhny Seo, and you don’t have to tell me your name because I already know it.”

She asked him how, and then Johnny Seo, the whiskey guy, started telling her that since the first day he stepped inside that club his eyes landed on her and he could not think about anything else. If any man said that she would probably tell them to leave, or stop bothering, or even no answer at all and just smile sarcastically; the girl was used to those kinds of comments and could not stand them anymore. But coming from him it was completely different. He spoke her language, he said terms she could perfectly understand, and yet it was like a spell, driving her directly to the most promiscuous feelings and desires – her attention was all his.

He accompanied her from start to end of her sift, patiently waiting for her to be free. Johnny asked her if she would enjoy a walk, even if it was just to take her home, and she had no way to disagree. The way all those things were happening was very unpredictable because in any way she’d accept the company of a stranger, mainly a man. Nevertheless, Johnny Seo had this amazing aura that made the girl feel protect and safe, and she knew, somehow, he’d never hurt her – unless she agreed to it.

They wandered in the streets, passing by coffee houses and flower shops, and Johnny would, here and then, tell her curious facts about how the grains of coffee were milled in ancient ages, or what kind of plant could grow in a not-so-very rich soil. It wasn’t exactly interesting for her, but listening to him was so pleasant that the girl didn’t even mind. Then they walked for a great amount of time until they reached her apartment and, in the next moment (and she could not tell when that happened, nor if she even noticed), they were both shirtless in her bedroom.

Johnny Seo had this great and detailed body, where she could run her fingertips and feel all his skin, flesh and bones. He was cold, but she didn’t care.

“I want your blood.” He whispered in her ears.

“You can have it.” She answered. The man stepped back and looked right into her eyes.

“No. I want you to genuinely let me have it.” He put his shirt on again. “I am not able to please you now, and I truly admire your beauty and force. But I need your blood, and you allowed me in your home. I could do it if I wanted to, but what I really want is your concession. There is no spell over you right now. Will you let me?”

She realized then he wasn’t exactly a man; whatever it was, she was just a meal. Even though, the girl had her eyes over him, running all his form, she felt his disgrace, and then she ended up relenting to him. Whatever he was, he needed (and somehow chose) her; yet she was enormously afraid, some compassion emerged and all she said was:

“I said you can have it.”

Johhny smiled and thanked her. He went to her kitchen and grabbed a glass – not so big, but one which could contain a substantial amount of liquid.

“I promise you I’ll come back. The day is rising and I can’t stay longer, so I promise you that you’ll see me again, and then I’ll please you completely.” She smiled, not sure if she really believed him; Johnny completed: “Give me your wrist.”

She did what he asked. The man scratched down her soft skin with his long and pointy nails, and then a small dilaceration appeared on her arm; the blood started to come out and spreading all over her hand and epidermis. He deeply breathed in and handed her the glass; then he asked, with the softest voice:

“Pour in.”

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pinkykitten · 5 years

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INHALER

Marvel

Peter Parker x asthmatic! female reader

Warning: asthmatic symptoms

Specifics: fluff, romance, comedy, one-shot, race neutral reader, asthmatic reader

People: peter parker / spider-man, mj, ned, mother

Words: 1,198

Request: By anon Hi!! 💕 Could I please request a Peter Parker x Reader who has Asthma? Something where they’re in the cafeteria and Pete sees the reader take her inhaler and he is like “!? What !?” So now he makes it a mental note to make sure she’s okay and one day when they’re hanging out he sees a Spider-Man sticker on her inhaler and he’s all ☺️💘? Thank you for your time and consideration!

Authors Note: i loved this so much! its so fluffly its fluffier than cotton candy yall!!!! i put what i personally have to go thru in this story because i have asthma so im sorry if its not what u were looking for it was kinda more personal. tysm again for ur request i love writing for peter cuz hes someone for some reason i dont write about alot but i adore him

It just became. It was never a starting point that you remember. It was not recent either. You had asthma since you were little. Your mother would make sure you had your inhaler with you at all times. Sometimes, when the asthma got worse you would have to take a puff everyday but recently you were feeling better. Your breathing was almost normal and barely had you felt a shortness of breath.

Peter wanted to know everything about you. Everything. And you assumed telling him about your asthma was not of great importance. Its not like you had a killing disease. It was only asthma.

You were sitting in the cafeteria with Peter and his friends, Ned, MJ, when you felt the harsh feeling of breathing again. It was as if your lungs were getting constricted, like you couldn’t breathe; almost the feeling of drowning.

Their conversations were muffled as you quickly got your inhaler out of your pocket, shook it and breathed it in twice. Your heart settled and you felt at ease knowing this would help you.

You didn’t know a certain doe brown eyed boy was peeking at you. “Are you okay y/n?”

You didn’t realize he saw the whole thing and you were one who never enjoyed the attention or wanted sympathy. “I’m fine Pete, thanks.” You smiled.

Peter gently guided his hands to yours and took a hold of them. He wore a look of concern and worry. “No I saw you take a puff out of...” Peter knew what it was but he had forgotten the name. It was on the tip of his tongue. “That.” He points to your inhaler.

“My inhaler?”

“What? Thats kinda cool if you think about it.” Peter squinted his eyes as he shrugged.

“It’s amazing to have to keep something close to you cause if not then you might die by having an asthma attack,” you said sarcastically, closing your lunchbox.

Peter messed up with his wording. “I’m sorry y/n. What I mean is you don’t need to hide it from me. I think it makes you stronger knowing you feel pain and not at ease sometimes yet you always have a smile on your face. And that you worry so much about others instead of yourself. It’s cool.”

“Yeah you’re super cool y/n,” Ned chuckled, proceeding to eat his food.

MJ pointed her finger at you, “I and the rest of the dweebs here are gonna make sure you always have it with you and if you don’t I will personally run all the way back and get it for you then slap you so you will never forget it again.” All was silent as she opened up her book to continue reading.

“You’re all drama queens!”

You understood they loved you and wanted you safe and protected but it got a bit out of hand. You forgot your inhaler once and MJ did indeed slap your face. You were afraid this time because once again, you forgot your inhaler.

“Why don’t I learn?” You thought as you scrambled over to Peter in an empty science class. “Peter I need your help.”

“Whats wrong y/n? Is it your asthma again? Do you have your inhaler?” He was very much anxious. His arms wrapping around you almost as if to keep you safe. All he wanted, he needed in his life was you, safe, in his arms, with him.

Twiddling your thumbs you scratched the back of your head, “well. The good news is no I’m not having issues right now with my asthma. The bad news is I forgot my inhaler.”

“Oh, don’t tell MJ this. She will not like it one bit.”

“I know Pete! Thats why I need your help. Can you please get it for me?” You fluttered your eye lashes to entice him.

Peter smirked, crossing his arms, “depends. I need a little something before I get you your inhaler.”

“What is it?” You genuinely asked. Not getting the hint it was supposed to be romantic.

“Silly, you gotta give me a kiss.”

“Oh okay, like this one,” you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and landed your lips upon his chapped ones. You and Peter were still young so the kiss was a little sloppy but you two were inexperienced. You gave little pecks to his lips. His eyes were closed and so were yours. You always enjoyed kissing your boyfriend. You two parted, giggling.

“That was a surprise. I always love when you kiss me.”

“Me too,” you felt flustered and a bit bashful.

“Alright I’ll get your inhaler baby girl,” Peter kissed your forehead and ran ahead super fast.

“He’s always so fast?” You shook your head. How dare this boy leave you feeling like this? All putty because of the nickname. It was a sin.

Peter swung around New York as Spider-Man to get to your house. It was quicker that way. He still hasn’t told you about his secret. (i know ur secret ur dirty little secret srry i just recently watched it 2 if u seen it u’ll understand) He was afraid to. What would you think? How would you react? It all made him nervous.

He lifted your window up and crawled on your ceiling. He flung his mask off to get a better look at your room. It was cute and very much fit your personality. Peter sniffed the air, grinning widely. The room smelled of your beautiful scent that Peter could not get enough of. “Alright y/n,” clapping his hands together, getting to work, “lets see where you put this thing.”

Peter looked on your dresser, on your nightstand, in your bed, in your drawers and still nothing. Finally as he twisted his body he saw it on your desk in a mason jar. There was a sticky note on the mason jar that read “INHALER’S HOME.” Peter laughed out loud. He was totally going to bring that up to you. It made him love you more if that was even possible. He saw you as someone so cute and adorable. But something caught his eyes.

Dipping his hand in the mason jar to retrieve the inhaler he spotted a Spider-Man sticker on it. His heart pumped loudly, hard. He had butterflies, fireworks all of it in his stomach. You were so precious! You meant so much to him and it made him almost fangirl to know that you loved not only him as Peter but you also were a fan of Spider-Man. Now he had to tell you.

He cradled the inhaler in his arms and just stared at the sticker. Completely in love with you. “My y/n,” he whispered as he gave a kiss to your inhaler. He swung back to school to give what you had lost. He promised himself from now on he would always make sure you had it with you no matter what. No matter if he was fighting bad guys, Thanos it all wouldn’t matter to him, not just yet because you had to come first. In Peter’s life you would always come first and he will always make sure you are safe and protected.

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intothedanvers-e · 6 years

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Young, Dumb, & Broke

Word Count: 1.3k

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: You just graduated high school and were ready to embark on your last summer of being a dumb teen and going on adventures before having to face the realities of the adult world. One day you were driving to a lake to meet some of your friends when your car broke down in the middle of nowhere. With no service and no gas stations around you wandered a little down the street and found one house where you went to ask for help. You expected to find an old couple living in the middle of nowhere, but a nice young British guy (Tom) answered the door. Due to unforeseen circumstances you spend the rest of the afternoon and most of the night together, but when it’s time to leave he says he wants to see you again. You exchange numbers with the cute British guy and embark on a long, secretive summer fling. You both lie about what you do for a living and what you were both doing in the middle of nowhere, but the moments you too bonded were all genuine. Will he find out about your plans after summer? Will you find out what he actually does for a living? Will this fling extend past summer?

Authors Note: hello everyone! first of all i know i missed an update last week, im so sorry ive hit really bad writers block with this series which i know is dumb bc im only on chapter 5 but ive been trying to get out of that funk recently which is also why this chapter is a little short. i hope you all understand :) thank you again for all the support in this series! i never thought this many people would like it <3 if you want to check out any of my other writing here’s my masterlist! if you have any feedback or comments please dont hesitate to send them my way!! yes i will keep updating this series on tuesdays! i hope i can shake this bad patch of writers block soon bc i genuinely enjoy writing this series so just bear with me and pls pls pls dont hate me. ok i love yall <3

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Chapter 5

You endured through your 8 hour shift without saying much to any of your co-workers. You would usually jump at any opportunity to tell your best friend about what happened to you, but to be completely honest you were still hurt about what happened the night of the bonfire. She quickly caught on that you were giving her the silent treatment and asked the manager to move her position for the day. You weren’t going to lie, it fucking sucked feeling like your best friend didn’t give a shit about you. You knew you only had about half an hour left of work at the restaurant and luckily you got to clock out before the big afternoon wave. You didn’t want to admit it to yourself but you were really excited about being able to see Tom again. The two of you had made plans for just around sunset, which gave you enough time to get home and get yourself ready and go out with him in an actually decent cute outfit.

“Table 8 got customers,” your manager said to you, snapping you out of your daydream.

You nodded and walked over to table 8. At it were two beautifully stunning women. You handed them two menus and smiled.

“Hi I’m Y/N I’ll be your server this afternoon, can I get you guys started on anything? Drinks?”

The two women gave each other a sneaky smile.

“Um we’re waiting for three of our friends they’ll be here in like 30 to 45 minutes. Can we just order drinks and like a small appetizer and then fully order when they get here?”

“Yeah that’s fine. Unfortunately, I’m clocking out in about 30 minutes so if they don’t get here by then my co-worker Brenda will take their orders.”

They looked at each other slightly disappointed.

“Okay I’ll take a Sprite. You Z?”

“I’ll take a coke. What would you recommend for the appetizer? My friend here Laura is lactose intolerant so it can’t be the mozzarella sticks unfortunately.”

“Honestly I think we have really good garlic bread. It’s handmade and comes with this amazing homemade marinara sauce.”

“I trust you Y/N, we’ll have an order of that.”

You wrote it down on your order pad and smiled.

“I’ll bring those drinks right out to you.”

You got the drinks for them and took it to them. They were both smiling and giggling before you walked to their table but stopped as soon as you got there.

“Hey Y/N are you from around here?” the one her friend called Z asked you.

“Yeah I am. Not too far from here.”

“Do you know where we can get some really good Mexican food? Not that this restaurant isn’t amazing already but a girl needs her burrito fix sometimes.”

“Yes I do actually!” you said taking out your order notepad, “I can write the address for you guys. They have the best salsas there, no joke.”

You ripped the paper and handed it to them.

“Y/N you are a lifesaver. The best waitress we’ve encountered here so far.”

You wrote your name on the paper and smiled.

“I know the owner, if you mention me and order the deluxe salsa and chips she’ll give you the salsa she usually saves for her regular customers.”

“You’re a real one,” the girl named Laura said smiling at you.

You walked back over to the registers where you heard the cooks gossiping about some people.

“Yeah they’re part of the thing that shut down all of downtown!” the main cooks said.

“Wait who?” you said sticking your head in the window that connected the kitchen and the register.

“The girls on 8. They’re actresses.”

You made a surprised face. They seemed so nice and genuine. The cook slid you a plate with garlic breads and a bowl with marinara sauce. You grabbed it and took it back to the girls.

“Here you are girls. Unfortunately, I am clocking out for the afternoon so my co-worker Brenda will be helping you from here on out.”

“Aw man! We were hoping to introduce our new friend to our friends, but I guess they’re taking longer than expected. Well it was nice to meet you Y/N, we will definitely be back here to see you again.”

“I’ll be here all summer,” you said smiling at them.

They handed you a 50-dollar bill.

“From two former waitresses who know how much doing this sucks. You are one of the good ones.”

You smiled at them and put it in your pocket.

“Thank you ladies. I hope you’re enjoying my city and I look forward to seeing you both again.”

You walked to the backroom and clocked out. You were going to leave out of the front like you always do but you didn’t want to risk seeing your “best friend” so you left out the backdoor. You got into your car and drove home with a huge smile on your face.

A few hours later you were dressed and doing your makeup. You didn’t want to overdo it so you did some natural looking makeup. You finished by 5:30, an hour before you were supposed to go get Tom. You went downstairs to make yourself busy, but came face to face with your mom bringing her luggage inside.

“There you are,” she said locking the front door.

You froze on the last step of your stairs.

“Didn’t realize you were back.”

“Came home as soon as I heard the voicemail you left me.”

“But you didn’t think to call me or text me or maybe ask what happened?”

“I came home didn’t I?”

You sighed and started climbing up the stairs again.

“Well it was taken care of so you shouldn’t have.”

“What do you mean?”

You didn’t answer and went upstairs to grab your bag and a jacket. You came back down to your mom standing at the bottom of the stairs checking all her bank statements.

“What do you mean it’s taken care of, I don’t have a charge on the card?”

You grabbed the car keys off the table next to the front door.

“I took care of it, alone. Again. I’m going out, don’t wait up for me.”

Before she could say anything you walked out the door, and took off in your car.

You arrived at Tom’s house about 30 minutes earlier than you were supposed to be there. You were going to call him but then remembered this was a dead zone in terms of phone signal. You parked your car in his driveway and went to knock on the front door. You heard footsteps, and suddenly a shirtless Tom with a towel wrapped around his waist opened the door. You’d seen him shirtless before, I mean you guys were in the pool late at night, but this time it really caught you off guard. You looked up at the ceiling and apologized.

“Shit sorry, I just uhh left my house a little earlier so I got here earlier and I was gonna call you but um- “

“Yeah no service, that’s fine. I was just getting out of the shower. Come on in.”

You walked behind him, still refusing to look at him. You were trying to hide how flustered you felt.

“Are you ok?”

You sat on the couch and looked at your feet.

“Yeah why?”

“You just haven’t looked at me,” he said laughing.

“I, uh, didn’t know if you wanted me to so.”

“I don’t mind.”

You looked at him as he stood there with a cheeky grin on his face.

“Go get ready Holland!” you said throwing a couch pillow at him.

“I’m just saying if you feel inclined to end the date early, be my guest.”

You gave him a fake shocked expression.

“You’d have to be lucky enough to get at least 4 or 5 dates before that Holland,” you said winking at him playfully.

“Oh look forward to it baby,” he said before disappearing up the stairs.

What a flirty little shit.

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