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mewhenimanangel · 1 year ago

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everywhere ʚɞ miles morales x reader

pairing: 42!miles morales x reader

synopsis: you got your schedule changed after an altercation. suddenly you’re everywhere in miles’ life.

wc: 2.0k

warnings!: swearing, violence

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you were sitting in your guidance counselor's office, getting a schedule change. you got into a fight with someone in your third period, so the ultimate decision was changing what class you had then. you changed it from algebra 2 to physics. "girl you're just lucky the bransons aren't gonna press charges against you" your counselor said, typing up something on her computer.

"don't see why they would it was literally that bitch's fault." you mumbled the last part. "hey, watch your language in here!" she scolded you. "ms. bennett knows you're coming to her third period, so go now before you're any later" she said dismissing you.

you walked into the class and a couple heads turned to you. "oh y/n, you could sit..." ms bennett drew out looking around the room. "oh there, there's a seat open next to miles" she pointed to the back of the room and you followed her finger.

there was a boy sitting there, seemingly in the middle of drawing something. his hair was plait back in two braids, purple hoodie over the school uniform, he had dark brown skin and brown eyes staring back at you. he rolled them as he picked up his bookbag that was sitting in the chair next to him.

you walked over to the desk and sat down "hey i'm y/n" you said in a flat tone, if you were gonna be in this period now you might as well talk to someone. "i know, i can hear" he mumbled not even bothering to look at you.

you rolled your eyes at his attitude - so much for trying to talk to someone - and just focused on ms bennett. you knew who he was, you'd seen him around the halls before with his friends. he often got into fights and would butt heads with teachers. though you knew he was smart, he had to be he was in advanced physics after all. and when your school had their annual awards ceremony at the end of the year he would always be on the list.

you glanced at him a few times through the side of your eye, looking down at his doodles on his worksheet. he looked up and noticed you staring "what you want help or something?" he asked in a sour tone. "no, i can do my own work" you rolled your eyes. "then stop staring at my paper" he scoffed.

"whatever. your drawings are nice." you complimented getting back to your work. he didn't say anything he just looked at you before getting back to writing. "so you don't know how to say thank you?" you said not bothering to look at him. "do you ever stop chatting? maldita boca ruidosa"he spat, mumbling the last part. "why'd you even come to this period? heard bout ya fight is that why?" he asked.

you looked over at him and answered "yeah, it was that dumb bitch melanie's fault anyways don't know why they didn't move her schedule" rolling your eyes.

"i saw the video, you really beat her ass" he blew a quick breath out his nose. "she deserved it" you scoffed. "what happened?" he asked you. "now who's the one that won't stop chatting" making him roll his eyes. "she said something about my mom and ain't shit was funny" you told him, sighing looking back down at your paper. he noticed your mood change and decided not to press any further, getting back to his own work.

the bell rung and you grabbed your bag handing in your paper. miles watched you leave, your friend safiya, waiting by the door. he knew who you were even before ms bennett said your name. he would see you around the halls, you were usually quiet and kept to yourself unless you were with safiya. if you were with her he would always hear you guys laugh, watching as you threw your head back at something she said.

he admired the way you carried yourself, you always looked nice and made yourself look as good as you could in standardized uniform. he had to admit he thought you were pretty - the way your curls framed your face, the little beauty mark you had on your cheek, the shade of lipgloss you wore that complimented your warm brown skin.

when his friends went up to him telling him you got in a fight with some girl, he was a little shocked. he didn't take you as the type to throw hands. in the video you had her pinned to the ground, straddling her waist throwing punches at her face. she was fighting back of course but not any where near hard enough to stop you. when ms bennett and another student ran up to pull you off each other you were yelling a string of curses at the girl, blood pooling by her nose. he figured whatever she said to you must've been bad.

the day continued like normal for you two until seventh period when you had to go to your new math class. "y/n sit right there in front of that desk." your teacher told you. she got to teaching for the next five minutes until the door opened "morales where were you?" she cocked an eyebrow at him. "bathroom. i literally asked 'fore i left" he brushed off heading for his seat. he furrowed his eyebrows seeing you in front of his desk.you shot a playful smile at him that made him roll his eyes.

he sat down and leaned forward to your ear "why are you here?" he whispered. "i switched classes dummy" you turned to the side. "yeah but why you sittin by me again" "i got put here, that's what you get for wanting to play mr loner and sit away from everybody" you smirked. "what-" he was interrupted by the teacher "miles, pay attention and stop chatting" his tsk made you snicker.

the last bell rung and you got up to leave the class, dropping your headphones on your way out. miles was about to leave when he saw them sitting on your chair. he sucked his teeth and shoved them in his pocket, leaving the class.

you and safiya walked down a few blocks to your favorite bodega for an after school snack. "lenny you have any more beef patties?" you asked, leaning on his counter. "you love them ting eh?" he chuckled, ringing you up. "one in the back, i got to restock" he pointed. "i miss you now, they wrong as hell changing your fucking schedule instead of that bitch." safiya groaned, grabbing a bag of chips from the aisle next to you. "dead wrong" you agreed, heating up the patty.

you went back to the counter to pay lenny when you heard the bell ring at the door. "tienes que estar bromeando" miles groaned. seriously why were you all of a sudden everywhere. "aw hey stranger" you smiled at him. "you obsessed with me or something chica?" he asked before going to the counter. "who would be obsessed with you? please" you scoffed, taking a bite of your patty "whatever, lenny you got any more beef patties?" miles asked the man.

"nah sorry bro. she got the last one" he apologized, pointing at the patty you were in the middle of biting. you nervously laughed as miles turned to glare at you. "culo molesto" he mumbled to himself. "aight just get me this" he said putting down a snickers bar and an arizona. he was about to leave with a scowl on his face but you stopped him "look if it's that serious, just take this half" you tore the patty in two. "it ain't that serious" he brushed off. "you obviously want it i can see that damn expression on your face. just take the thing dummy" you rolled your eyes pushing it in front of his face.

he rolled his eyes and this time there wasn't any meanness behind it, you saw his face light up by the tiniest bit. he took it in his hands "thank you." he mumbled. "aw you have manners" you said, you and safiya moving to the door.

"good night lenny!" you and miles called out to him. you shot a glare at each other, before he left and the two of you followed behind. you walked with safiya until you reached her turn "i'll see you tomorrow stink" she called out to you. "bye bebe" you kept walking seeing a familiar head of braids kneeled on the ground tying his shoes.

you decided not to bother him but he heard you coming anyway. he glanced over his shoulder doing a double take when you saw you. "alright are you following me now?" he mumbled.

he was getting really suspicious of your sudden appearance in his life. he was a little worried that it was in relation to him being the prowler but on the other hand something about you was so soft and harmless. "i live up this way, dummy" you rolled your eyes. "i have better things to do than follow you around you know" "whatever, you been everywhere today and it's mad weird" he kept walking. "yeah that's kind of what happens when you share a class" you joked.

he looked at you through the side of his eye as you two walked in sync. "anyways i gotta go this way, i'll see you tomorrow dummy" you said, quickly crossing the street. he watched you walk to your building admiring the way your hips swayed when you walked. he kept walking when he saw you walk up the stairs and enter through the door.

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"baby can you go pick up some groceries?!" your dad called out from the kitchen. you groaned before trudging to your dresser to put on some sweatpants. "thank you baby" he said to you, you ignored him and grabbed the money and the list in his hand before putting on your slides and leaving the apartment.

you didn't hate your dad but when your mom died you grew distant from each other. he just got weird and his temper grew shorter so you just began avoiding him. after every argument you guys had he would just buy you things hoping that would make up for it, and it did. but for the most part, you just wanted your dad back.

you walked down the street keeping your hand in your pocket on the small knife you carried for safety reasons. you went to the grocery store and picked up everything on his list, including a little something you wanted. you checked out everything and made your walk back home.

something was off though, you couldn't shake the feeling that you were being watched. and not just someone looking at you but peering into your soul. you looked over your shoulder to see if someone was following you but nothing just people on the street minding their own business, laughing with friends, and two people arguing. you sped up down the street and didn't relax until you entered your apartment, putting the bags down on the counter and going to wash your hands.

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miles jumped over the rooftops making his way back home. he'd just finished up prowler duties and he needed to go clean all this blood off him. something on the ground caught his attention, it was you. what the hell were you doing out so late by yourself, are you insane? he was in a hurry to get home but something compelled him to stay there and watch you.

he followed you on the rooftops, making sure you got home safe. he noticed you looking paranoid and scurrying into your building. he waited for a minute before jumping back to his building, going down the fire escape. he couldn't stop thinking about you that night, even when he was squeezing blood out of his clothes into the bathtub he was still thinking about you.

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eretzyisrael · 3 days ago

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by Melanie Phillips

Abu Safiya has been near-universally presented as a saintly doctor trying vainly to protect his patients against Israeli aggression. Earlier this month, the New York Times published an affecting account of his cry for help as the last doctor in the hospital.

However, it would appear that abu Safiya is perhaps less saintly than the New York Times would have us believe. On October 9 2023, two days after the Hamas pogrom, abu Safiya reportedly described it on his personal social media account as an act of God.

Photographs have shown him meeting top Hamas officials. He has also posted this:

O Allah, protect our people in the West Bank in general and in Jenin in particular, and protect the beloved people of Palestine and al Aqsa Mosque from the oppression and aggression of the Jews.

and this:

O Allah, we place You before them, and we seek refuge in You from their evil. O Allah, turn their plots against them and make their destruction in their schemes. O Allah, protect the Jenin refugee camp from the plots of the criminals.

One might think that such a man would obviously have questions to answer if 240 of his staff, including doctors and other health workers, were discovered to be terrorists. Instead, the media did what they invariably do — imply that the IDF can’t be believed while they report Hamas claims without question.

Except, of course, where Hamas actually tell the truth. Which the media don’t report at all.

One year ago, the former director of the Kamal Adwan hospital, Ahmad Kahlot, who had been a senior member of Hamas since 2010, revealed in a Shin Bet interrogation that his hospital had been turned into a military facility under Hamas’s control and that at one point it had even housed a kidnapped Israeli soldier.

Times of Israel reported in December 2023:

In footage published on Tuesday by the Shin Bet and Israel Defense Forces, hospital director Ahmed Kahlot could be seen telling an Israeli interrogator that Hamas had offices inside the hospital and used it as a base for operational activity. According to Kahlot, who said he has been a lieutenant colonel in Hamas since 2010, some 16 members of the hospital’s staff — including doctors, nurses and paramedics — were Hamas operatives serving in the al-Qassam Brigades, the military wing of the terror organisation. He added that several members of the Palestinian Islamic Jihad’s Al-Quds Brigades were also employed in the hospital. During this interrogation, Kahlot described how Hamas uses hospitals for military purposes, including hiding its operatives, carrying out military activity, moving around Hamas members. He told his interrogators: They hide in hospitals because for them a hospital is a safe place. They won't be targeted when they are inside a hospital. I know 16 employees in the hospital — doctor, nurse, paramedic, or clerks… who also have different positions in al-Qassam. There are offices where the Hamas leader and two of the senior officials were. There’s a place where the soldier was in (the kidnapped soldier). There’s a place for the interrogators, internal security, and special security. All of them have private telephone lines inside the hospital. They [Hamas] have a private ambulance, even it colour and the way it’s painted are different, and it doesn’t have a licence plate. They used it to transport the soldier [kidnapped] and transport bodies… It didn’t assist us with transporting the injured. I begged [him] to take someone to the Indonesian Hospital, take to Shifa [hospital], but he would refused. His mission is more important. The leaders of Hamas are cowards. They left us in the field while they hide in secret places… They have destroyed us.

A few days ago, the Palestinian Authority, no less, stated that Hamas turns hospitals into military interrogation facilities. Palestinian Media Watch has reported that the PA posted up a summons issued by Hamas instructing a Gazan to report to Nasser Hospital to be interrogated there by Hamas's military intelligence. The post was made by the former official spokesman of the PA Security Forces, Adnan al Damiri. Moreover, al Damiri criticised Hamas for continuing to use hospitals for “summonses, interrogations, and extortions”.

#abu safiya #blood libel #hospital blood libel #hamas #gaza #palestinian authority #kamal adwan hospital

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vaultsixtynine · 1 year ago

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magda meets her future babydaddy lounging on the floor of a prison inside a warded circle trying to take a nap and she's so extremely in pain and extremely on a short fuse they spend 10 whole minutes bitching at each other about absolutely nothing relevant to the problem at hand.

safiya nudging her in the back like hey girl can you keep it together for five minutes. we've got like. a metric fuckton of spirits to be worried about.

gann assigned slut at introduction

#safiya rapidly unfortunately being saddled with straight man role like elanee before her #not as Good for Good's Sake but more like magda babygirl you are acting unhinged because you're Upset and Hurting #can we not set Anything on fire bc this entire town is mostly wooden infrastructure. ty.#then she's getting these flashes of genuine magda in between the rest of it all and that magda is actually very sweet. in a way she -#- isn't used to at all bc Red Wizard natch #nwnposting #sorry this is kind of spoilers specifically for marti but .#also safiya is constantly like. you are literally so smart why do you act like this #the answer is she only turned 25 like a month and a half ago

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amaritious · 1 year ago

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Gn! Readers reaction to Matpat's death + resurrection (beware)

He IS the skrunkly. I want him, I need him.

Happiness, death, sadness and then happiness again.

Mat is a malewife.

Relationship isn't necessarily described but Matpat and Reader are close, implied romantic if you squint.

To the deliver best service, I did headcanons and some small oneshots (even though I'm better at headcanons)

However, my service is extremely late. Sorry @tzurue.

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His Death HEADCANONS

Coming into whatever this twisted game Joey had pushed you in, you expected Matpat to come in top.

Matpat was strong, intelligent and a people pleaser (in a good way).

But it wasn't enough.

What went wrong? You asked yourself over and over again. The question never leaving your already scattered brain.

He wasn't strong enough.

The rest knew they fucked up, they didn't know. They realised what they had done when your cheerful personality had completely shattered, leaving only fragments of it behind. They were like little children, experimenting with danger like a toy, unknown to what came ahead. It was too much.

Witnessing his death, it changed something in you.

The desperate cries for help, the pained yet panicked look in his eyes, the "I want to go home" body language and the sorrowful cries of your name...

He was being dragged away before your very eyes and you wanted to reach out, help him or grab him and mourn.

But there was nothing you could do.

And you were useless yet again.

His Resurrection ONESHOT

You sat there, devoid of thoughts yet it seemed as if millions muffled voices marched into your mind. You didn't register your friends' worried comments, you couldn't anyways. You didn't know if you could even call them your friends. They killed him, they knew he would die. You carried on mumbling, looking, glancing, searching - just any sign he was there, you would accept anything. Ro gave you his badge, knowing that you felt even worse than her but it just heightened your concerns. What would you do?

Then next thing you knew, you were getting chased by crazy doll twins, torturing dolls, connecting dolls, you see the pattern here.

You couldn't care anymore. Maybe. You don't know. And that was until Joey found the much needed Lazarus coin. You gaped at it studying every crevice carefully. This was Mat's dying wish.

Was it worth it? Yes. The man had dedicated precious time to finding this seemingly precious coin, awaiting its use.

Now flash forward to when Joey and Safiya get to choose who can live even an hour longer. You don't really care how selfish it may be but surely there's one right answer. And if they don't bring that person back you might as well pull a Colleen, call Joey shady and get them to kill you. That would be best.

You're not sure what facial expressions you're pulling because you see everyone look strangely confused at you. But it doesn't really matter because no matter how much you don't want to, you're pacing around the lounge while they attempt to solve some puzzle.

This is why we need Mat, you think with your head in a hand.

You've already been tricked by some boring suitcase so when your 'friends' begin to yell in the direction of the doorway, you only just lazily looked up.

And there was that son of a bitch.

Mathew Patrick.

"Mat? Holy I- Oh. My. God."

You run the few steps and trap him into a bone crushing hug. He wearingly hugs you back, obviously dishevelled.

"I can't believe you died on me," you begin, acting like you weren't just having a silent panic attack over it "here, take a seat. you deserve it."

You turn to Joey and Safiya, "Joey, everything I thought about you is very wrong. Safiya, you're beautiful and you're amazing I love you guys."

Not bothering with their reactions, you plop down next to Mat and gently rub his arm.

"I missed you," you state, looking into his eyes.

Despite his distressed state, he replies with "Right back at ya."

You proceed to hug the life out of him (pun intended).

#etn x reader #etn s3 #etn #escape the night #escape the night x reader #etn season 3 #matpat #mathew patrick #matthew patrick #idk which spelling #idk what im doing #im tired #the detective #lovejoy got me through this #i'm very late to this request #why is it so easy tagging on ao3 but not tumblr

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jeonqkooks · 2 years ago

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6, 19 and 22 for the ask game !! 🤍

hi bby! 🥰

6. your birthday

19. favorite song(s)

22. favorite color(s)

send me handwriting asks ~ !

#safiya 💌#indgio #answered

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popstah · 2 months ago

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book/ photo book recs?

this is one ask i acc enjoy answering!!

top 3 books rn

- childhood, youth, dependency by Tove Ditlevsen

- solito by Javier Zamora

- how to say babylon by Safiya Sinclair

top 3 photo books

- it's all good by Boogie

- don't call me urban by Simon Wheatley

- la calle by Alex Webb

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just-a-little-silly · 7 months ago

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notes on safiya (one of my WH / multifandom oc)!!

anywaysss im answering a few questions i got from @eye-cri (eeeee bc im so happy to :3)

okie so yes!! safiya is a prefect (she becomes one around the same time as liz (so, after rem) when her friends convince her to try for it. honestly, she kinda is like joel TT. safiya is so fun bc she says whats on her mind and will sometimes manage to do it in the most unbelievably tactless way possible but shes rarely ever intending to be flat out rude. like she just says things sometimes, its great. she, like liz, got an acceptance letter, started off as a provisional student and then got her place at the academy (she and liz pretty much have the same starting tbh, they’re both from villages tho safiya’s family is still very much alive). also she’s pretty good friends with joel, luca, amelia, scarlett and augustus- she and liz get along but they tend to argue from time to time.

also about the boots omg what was i thinking looking back at it, it rly is smthn but honestly its so very safiya in a way i can’t fully articulate rn TT

additionally, i’ve decided i may ship her w/ elias :DD idk just think that’d be a cute pairing-

(also note: some of my oc lore does change from time to time depending on the characters and whatnot tbh but usually it doesnt- unless i forget stuff HELP-💀)

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mewhenimanangel · 1 year ago

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everywhere ʚɞ miles morales

pairing: 42!miles morales x reader

synopsis: miles finally asks to take you out.

wc: 2.3k

warnings!: swearing, kissing, making out, google translate spanish

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it'd been a week since miles invited you over and thanks to him, you got your grade up. the week had been full of flirting, whispering and laughing during class, texting all the time, him and his friend joined your table at lunch, and him finding any excuse to touch you.

in physics he kept his knee touched against yours, he would "drop" a pencil or whatever so he could hold your thigh using it to support himself while reaching for it. when he sat behind you in math, you would feel him touching your curls or your shoulder every now and then. when you would pass a paper back to him his fingers always reached out far enough to touch yours.

it was thursday afternoon on the walk home from school, safiya didn't come to school that day so it was just you and miles. "no because why did she say that like is that bitch really insane" you laughed. "shit is crazy for real" miles agreed, grabbing an arizona. you were currently in lenny's bodega heating up a beef patty - the last one how ironic, debriefing with miles about your day at school. "no fighting bout it this time?" lenny chuckled, ringing you guys up. "nah, he willingly agreed to share this time" you giggled.

you continued walking, both of you munching on your respective halves. you said something that made the both of you laugh and miles just stared at your smile, he wants that image stained in his brain. "alright, what. stressing me out with the staring" you joked, feeling a little awkward. "nothing" he laughed off before continuing. "will you let me take you out?" he asked you. all of a sudden you were nervous and looking around with a doofy grin on your face. "okayy. where?" you threw your trash in a nearby bin.

"it'd be a surprise. actually not really a surprise but on saturday, would you come?" he asked. "yeah i'll go on a date with you" you smiled. he pressed his lips together to hide the big smile that was growing on his face. he laughed out "okay alright, cool. i'll let you know the time" "okayy bye" you kissed him on the cheek and went up your block.

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it was friday night and you were rummaging through your closet for an outfit to wear. you groaned out a sigh and grabbed your phone opening miles' contact.

you pressed face time and waited for him to pick up. "yeah?" his prowler distorted voice answered. you looked at your phone to see him on what looks like to be a roof, prowler gear on. "oh shit sorry, didn't know you were doing your prowler stuff." you said, about to hang up. "nah it's fine, m'not busy right now" he told you, prowler voice turning off. "need something?" he asked you. "miles where are we goingg" you whined. "its a surprise, you can't handle surprises?" he chuckled. "i don't know how to dress for surprises. i don't know what to wear" you sighed. "you look good in everything, don't over think it."

"yeah well i wanna look good for you" you rolled your eyes. he scoffed "you literally always look so good, chiquita relax." suddenly there was a loud bang in the distance and he shot his head over his shoulder. "you'll figure it out. aight i gotta go" he said, prowler voice back on. he quickly hung up and you sighed, going to the kitchen to make a chicken wrap for dinner. this was a 3 am you problem.

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you got in the shower to shave, exfoliate, and scrub your body. getting out of the shower, you put on a face mask letting it set before you came back to do your skincare routine. you sat in your mirror to put product through your curls, deciding to let them down past your shoulders.

you finished your makeup and got dressed in the outfit you'd picked after a few hours of searching. you decided on a short strapless black dress and a gold chain belt that hung around your hips and chunky loafer heels. you decorated yourself with two layers of gold jewelry and your mom's earrings she'd given you.

you admired your look in the mirror before leaving to go in the living room. your dad looked over at you and furrowed his eyebrows "where you going all dressed up?" he asked, pausing his show. "i literally told you i was going out tonight" you scoffed, grabbing your purse. "with who?" he asked you. "miles.." you answered in a small voice. "that damn boy again?! y/n you're not-" daddy please, you literally already said yes. plus he's downstairs already. please please pleaseee" you begged, leaning over the chair in his face.

"ughh alright fine! but that location stays on all night and when i call, you answer. aight?" he bargained. "yayyy thank you daddy" you gave him a quick peck on the cheek before running to grab your purse and jacket. "okay i gotta go byeee" you ran out the door, and down the building stairs. you were about to open the door but miles was on the other side about to do the same thing. "oh hey. was gonna come and ask if you were still coming" he joked. "sorry, stuff with my dad" you smiled.

he took the time to really take you in. the way your curls perfectly framed your face, the way your gloss made your lips shine, the way your necklaces graced your collarbones, the way your dress hugged against your waist. "wow. you look amazing..you look like elegant and shit" he chuckled, feeling a little nervous. "here, they're for you" he smiled, handing you a bouquet of red roses. he reached out to hold your hand, leading you down the street. "ahh thank you" you didn't know what to say, compliments made you awkward.

"you look reall good too by the way" you checked him out. he wore a pair of grey pants with a black short sleeve top and jordans, black jacket over it. "tried my best to look as nice. i don't be dressing like that"he shrugged. "well you look very nice anyway" you squeezed his face.

"can you tell me where we're going now?" you asked him going down the metro stairs. "rockefeller" he answered with a smile. "to do what?" you furrowed your eyebrows. "skating" he answered leading you to a seat. "aw i haven't done that in so long. i used to go with my mom" you told him. "i know, safiya told me." he rubbed a thumb over your knuckles and only now did you realize neither of you had let go.

"you're such a sweetheart, i never would've guessed" you said. "what do you mean?" "i don't know. like i would've never thought we'd be going on a date. or that you would be so thoughtful" you shrugged. "i'm full of surprises, chiquita" he said with a smug look on his face. "yeah whatever" you giggled, resting your head on his shoulder.

you were still hand in hand walking to the entrance to purchase your tickets. “okay well now i feel overdressed” you sulked, taking off your heels. “nah you look good. don’t be afraid to show everybody else up” he got in his knee in front of you and helped you put your feet into the skates. thank goodness you wore socks. he looked up at you and the action felt so intimate while he gently placed your right foot in the skate.

soon after he put his skates on and put your bag and shoes in a locker. he took your hand again and helped you walk out on the rink. you were immediately losing your balance, throwing an arm around his shoulder to hold you steady. “aight i swear safiya told me you used to do this all the time.” he laughed. “only sometimes! and i never actually learned” you giggled.

unlike your clumsy and struggling to find balance movements, miles was smooth and moving with ease, hand on your waist to keep you up right. “how do you know how to skate” you asked him. “unlike you, i actually tried to learn” he joked.

for the majority of the time you stayed close the walls using them to move without making a fool of yourself. miles slowed down to match your pace, practically showing off how easy it came to him.

“alright come on” suddenly he was in front of you and grabbing your hands to pull you out in the middle. “alright wait wait wait wait” you frantically put your hands on his arms. “aye you need to learn chica. hold my hands and watch my feet” he told you. you followed his instructions as he pulled you along, yet yours remained unmoving.

he laughed “you know you gotta move yours too right. just copy how i’m moving mines but in the other direction”

he was in control but you followed his movements and eventually got the hang of it, enough to even move on your own. “atta girl, it ain’t even that hard” he smiled at you and you geeked at his praise. he grabbed your hand again and turned your body in a little twirl. which wound up with you falling into his chest nearly sending him to the ground. “aight so we not that far yet” he laughed. he looked at you before pressing a kiss on your lips.

you continued skating until your time slot was up and you got your things and left. “hungry?” he asked you. you nodded your head and responded with a small mhm before he led you down the street to a cozy restaurant.

you sat down and he ordered a plate of appetizers for you both. you talked the whole time throughout the meal, laughing your ass off. he excused himself for a moment and you kept your eyes on him watching as he found your waiter and told him something.

he came back after a minute and sat down and you guys got back to talking. after a few minutes your waiter came back with two plates, one with a raspberry brownie with fudge and one with strawberry caramel cheesecake - your favorite. he put the plates down and sent a wink to miles before walking away.

you looked down at the plate and it had the words ‘will you let me be your boyfriend?’ written in caramel drizzling. you gushed and bit your lip to hide the huge grin that spread across your face “ohh my god i thought you were literally never gonna ask” you giggled. “is that a yes?” “yes, it’s a yes” you smiled. he leaned over to the table to kiss you, hand placed on your cheek.

you finished your desserts and miles paid the bill before you left the restaurant. you practically couldn’t stay off each other on the walk to the subway station, you arms were wrapped around his and when you complained that your feet were hurting he leaned down so you could climb on his back.

you sat down on the train and he rest a hand on your thigh while you laid your head on his shoulder. “still got one more thing to show you. you down?” he asked. “yeah, for whatever”

you got off and he led you back to his graffiti site. “now how i’m supposed to climb that fence in these heels” you twisted your mouth to the side. he chuckled. “i’ll go over first throw them over the wall and i’ll hold them till you get over duh”

you followed his instructions and hopped the fence before leading you down. there was a wall, once blank now decorated with your face, detailed and big across the wall. you looked so beautiful through his eyes. he moved up next to you and took your hand in his. “ughh you are so..” you didn’t finish your sentence you just put your hands up to his face and brought your lips to his in a heartfelt kiss.

he wrapped his arm around your waist to pull you in closer. his other hand moved to push your curl out of your face and at the back of your neck to deepen the kiss. his hand slid down to your ass making your lips part slightly and his tongue slid in your mouth. the blaring sound of your ringtone made you jump and you sighed seeing it was your dad calling. “hey baby, you on your way home yet? it’s getting late, think you’d better come inside” he told you.

“okay i’ll see you” you answered, hanging up the phone. “it’s my dad, he wants me home” you sighed. “alright let’s go” he said.

you hopped the fence again making your way out of the station. “your feet still hurt?” he asked you. “a little bit” you answered. “well then hop on madame” he joked, leaning down so you could get back on his back.

you talked the whole way home, literally talking his ear off as your chin rest by his shoulder. “sorry if i’m talking too much” you said. “no it’s okay i like listening to you.” you smiled and buried your face in his shoulder, hiding the giddy expression on your face.

he got to your apartment building and gently put you back on the ground. “i’m really glad you asked to be my boyfriend.” you told him. “i’m really glad to be your boyfriend” he smiled. you held his face and pressed your lips against his before pulling away. “goodnight miles” you said. “good night, hermosa” he said back, easing away as you walked in your house.

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Phil Proposing To Dan Masterlist

A Christmas Ring - forphansake

Summary: Phil decides to do a radio show by himself but only because he has a special present to give to Dan.

A Christmas Proposal - doomedhowell

Summary: Dan and Phil usually spend their Christmas with their family but this year was different. They were spending their first Christmas alone together and Phil makes sure that it’s an extra special one.

All The Kingdom Lights Shine (just for me and you) (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan pulls out the third box. And the fourth box. And then, before Phil can start to overthink this, he gets down on one knee, right as Dan pulls out the fifth box, the velvet box. The tension in the room is unbelievable as Dan opens the box, staring at the ring in it. He gasps, quietly, and then his eyes immediately snap up at Phil, filling with tears.

Or: the one where Phil is a mess before proposing, but it’s all perfect in the end.

And, Like Putting On Glasses, I Saw the World in Perfect Clarity- cactuslester

Summary: Dan thinks this trip to the Isle of Man will be like all the other trips to visit the Lesters. Little does he know, Phil has a 3 carat surprise for him.

A Ring in a Box in a Box in a Box… (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: It’s Christmas, and Phil’s decided to make it a memorable one. Sure, the silly ‘box in a box in a box’ way of wrapping a present is funny enough to be remembered, but it’s the present that will really seal this Christmas in their memories.

Diamonds And Tears - paradisobound

Summary: Maybe there is something inside of Phil that made him stop and pick up a ring on his way home from Tesco. And maybe that same thing inside of him is what gave him the bright idea to propose on Christmas.

Four Little Words (ao3) - phandomsub

Summary: Proposing to Dan is the easiest thing Phil has ever done. But for Dan, saying yes is the hardest.

Happy New Year, My Love (ao3) - scifi

Summary: It’s new years eve and Phil wants to start 2019 by asking a very special question.

I’m Not Proposing (ao3) - lazyfic

Summary: Dan knows Phil’s going to propose while they’re on holiday in Japan and he won’t stop bringing it up.

Japan 2.0 - paradisobound

Summary: Phil decides to plan a trip to Japan for Dan because he wants to propose to him.

La Dolce Vita (ao3) - CrushingMagnolias

Summary: Phil plans a surprise engagement during their vegas trip at the Bellagio hotel.

Dan is head over heels, smitten, Phil Trash #1

lost in forever (ao3) - manchestereyes

Summary: Phil makes a very special video for his and Dan’s future child.

Or, Safiya and Tyler’s proposal video, but make it dnp.

Never Stop (You Still Get My Heart Racing) (ao3) - phantasticworks (steddieworks)

Summary: Dan and Phil celebrate Dan’s 29th birthday at home.

A cute, fluffy engagement fic that somehow took me two days and turned out to be 10k words.

Not just any anniversary (ao3) - danfernet

Summary: It’s October 19th, 2019. Dan and Phil’s tenth anniversary.

When Phil announces he has to go up north to visit his dad, Dan most certainly doesn’t expect the day to turn out the way it did.

Or, where Phil surprises Dan for a full day :)

phuture phusbands (ao3) - N_Chu4Ever

Summary: Dan’s opinions on weddings are pretty clear — marriage is piece of paper with some benefits, and organising a big fucking wedding is exhausting, and really, Phil, do we need it? Do we? The answer, of course, is no, and yet Phil is still thinking about it. As Dab and Evan’s Sims 4 wedding approaches, that thought process goes into overdrive.

Or: Phil proposes to Dan just after the Devan wedding is filmed.

Pictionary Proposal (ao3) - Misha_with_wings

Summary: Dan is with his family in France and Phil is planning to propose when he returns home.

Sand Dollars and a Shiny Rock (ao3) - counting2fifteen, paperowl, quackitity

Summary: Dan and Phil go on vacation, Phil tries to propose, things go terribly wrong, but also kind of right.

The Christmas Fic || 2017 (ao3) - yiffandquiff

Summary: How Christmas 2017 should have went

unexpectedly delighted (ao3) - shaylawrites (thominwtt)

Summary: So maybe it’s not a complete shock when Dan comes back early from his run and finds Phil fiddling with a ring in the middle of their kitchen.

When You’re Ready… (ao3) - Mangomelions (orphan_account)

Summary: Phil decides to buy a ring, so when Dan eventually proposes, they can have a cute double proposal. But what if Dan has had the same idea. Will they be waiting forever?

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Soldier On [5]

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Safiya has been a lot of things in her life, has spent a lot of time scared shitless, and even more time high on adrenaline. Her heart had felt like it was going to beat straight out of her chest when she’d been drafted and shipped overseas to the Gottoro Empire. But sitting at the Freeman’s dinner table is scarier than she thinks it should be.

Especially not when Kent’s wife and youngest son begin digging into all the finer details of being a mage.

“How long was it you served for?” Jodi asks, and Safiya wonders how rude it would be if she chose to leave and escape the wide-eyed gazes of Kent’s eldest son and his dark haired friend.

“Nine years,” Safiya supplies anyway, because Yoba damnit, Jodi can cook.

Next to her the dark haired guy sputters, Kent’s eldest son patting him on the back as he leans around his friend to peer at Safiya with wide eyes, “And you’re how old?”

“Twenty-three, twenty-four this fall,” She answers, slicing off another bite of the fish on her plate as the table goes quiet with a soft gasp from Jodi. Kent continuing to mow down on his food.

Safiya chooses to ignore the slack-jawed faces around the table, instead eyeing the elaborate candlesticks in the center of the table, watching the way the little flames flicker on the candles.

“I thought you’d be older,” Vincent remarks around a mouthful of mashed potatoes from next to Kent, “But you’re only kinda old. Huh,” He shrugs, ignoring the way Jodi and Sam hiss at him and smile apologetically in her direction.

“Only kinda,” She agrees.

“Did you ever get the chance to see your mom again before she died?” Jodi asks, a little suddenly, and now it’s Kent’s turn to hiss across the table, “I just mean, Kent got leave every six months up until the last few years of the war. Was that… an option for you?”

Safiya knows the answer to this question, nine years of never ending combat is evidence enough. But she hesitates, because they’re all looking at her like she’ll give them some kind of comfort. Like they’re all silently praying that the government had shown her some kind of kindness.

Kent knows the answer too, she realizes, when he answers for her, “Mages don’t get leave.”

“We get leave when we’re dead,” Safiya jokes on a knee-jerk reaction. It’s what she’d been told her first real night in the barracks, and a joke that had been tossed between mages the few times they were allowed to get together. “Or when the other guys are dead.” She chuckles thinly, Kent laughing with her.

To his credit, the dark haired guy next to her also chuckles, a thin smile on his face when she glances at him.

Fuck, that was kinda funny, His voice rings through her mental shields, and Safiya blinks, staring at him for another second, before turning her attention back towards her plate. She’d forgotten all about the occasional errant thought that people could broadcast without even meaning to.

Nobody in any of her squadrons had had much to broadcast. It hadn’t been an issue for years.

But he’s just reminded her.

“Morbid,” He tells her through a quiet chuckle, Sam leaning around him to beam a wide smile at her.

“Got any more jokes?” The blonde asks her, even as Jodi scolds him for it.

“No.”

“Oh.”

Jodi clears her throat, and Safiya meets the woman’s gaze trying to look at least a little apologetic. Her oldest son and his friend offering quiet sorrys.

“That’s too bad,” Jodi tells her, reaching across the table to try and touch her hands, Safiya jerking her hands away and folding them in her lap, “I remember when Naomi moved back in with her father after she got sick. They both loved you so much, they used to tell us all kinds of stories about you. Isn’t that right, Sam?”

Sam nods, quickly swallowing down a bite of his food as Safiya’s appetite all but leaves her.

“Oh,” Safiya manages to choke out, “I’d had no idea.”

“Jodi,” Kent mutters lowly, ducking his head to speak into his wife’s ear. Probably to tell her the one rule most soldiers have beaten into them during the war. Don’t think about what you’re missing out on back at home.

“Oh, er, sorry, Safiya,” Jodi stutters out, getting to her feet and turning so fast the candlestick falls over, “Let me just get us some dessert! I made a pink cake!”

Not that Safiya has the capacity to care when the woman’s just knocked a lit candle over into a pile of napkins that’s rapidly catching fire.

“Shit,” Sebastian curses, leaping away from the table, Sam and Kent ushering Vincent away as Safiya launches to her feet, knocking her chair to the floor. Jodi shrieks, dropping the cake onto the counter before she snatches Vincent by the shoulders.

“Just- I got it,” Safiya says, as Sam dives for the cabinet beneath the sink in search of the little emergency fire extinguisher. She stretches a hand over the small fire on the table, and the flames go leaping into her hand, disappearing entirely, and leaving her feeling uncomfortably warm.

“Oh my, Yoba,” Jodi gasps out, a hand to her chest, the other wrapped tightly around Vincent, “I’m so sorry- I hadn’t even-”

Safiya nods along, “It’s— It’s fine,” She says, and her skin is crawling with heat, “Thank you, so much, for the meal,” Safiya continues, briefly bowing her head before heading towards the door, grabbing her coat from the rack by the front door and ducking out. She darts away from the house and towards the river, crouching on the riverbank and shoving a hand into the still cold water.

With the other hand, she fishes a cigarette from her coat pocket, holds it between her lips, and lights it up with the smallest flame she can produce on her fingertip. Then, she lets lose a small torrent of flames in the river, steam billowing up into her face until her body has cooled again and it doesn’t feel like her blood is fucking lava.

“That’s a neat trick,” A voice remarks from behind her, her whole body going tense as she fights the urge to turn and attack.

She only hums, rocking back to sit on the river bank, her legs curled up to her chest and her toes in the muddy bank. Wait- shit, her shoes.

“You forgot these,” Another voice chimes, Kent’s oldest son, and he crouches next to her on the river bank to pass her shoes back to her, “I’m Sam, by the way,” He supplies as she takes her shoes back.

“Thanks,” Safiya mutters, smoke billowing from her nose, “I’m Safiya.”

“We know that,” Sam’s dark haired friend reminds, taking up the spot on her other side as he pulls a pack of cigarettes from his own coat pocket.

“Mm,” She hums, if only a little sardonically, fighting the urge to roll her eyes as she takes another long drag of her cigarette, “Right.”

Sam, to his credit, rolls his eyes and chuckles for her, “The ray of sunshine there is Sebastian,” He tells her, Sebastian flipping him off as he searches his pockets for his lighter.

“Here,” Safiya says, holding one flaming finger up towards Sebastian, “Might as well put the party trick to use, huh?”

If he hesitates, she doesn’t see, can only feel the press of the cigarette to her finger for a moment before he withdraws. She lets her hand fall back down into her lap, taking another drag of her cigarette just as a plume of smoke goes into the air next to her.

“So, out of all the places you could live,” Sebastian begins, smoke furling from his lips when she turns just enough to look at him, “You chose Pelican Town?”

“C’mon, man,” Sam whines, reaching for Safiya’s shoulder before pausing and letting it fall back to his side, “It’s not all that bad.”

“It is,” Sebastian argues, cigarette dangling from his lips as he glares at his friend, “This is a dead end town and you know it. There’s nothing here.”

Safiya stares at him for a moment, Sam apologizing softly behind her, telling her it’s really not that bad. But their minds are wide open, their thoughts bouncing and sliding off her mental shields.

And no matter how good a person is at lying, it doesn’t matter if their thoughts can bounce around in her head without them even meaning to.

“I didn’t exactly have a choice,” She tells Sebastian, fixing her gaze on him just to see if he’ll squirm. He does, “And you’re right, there is nothing here.”

Except the farm and the memories of the only people who have ever loved you. Those are here. Her brain supplies, not even remotely helpfully. There was another, She reminds herself, watching on as Sam and Sebastian begin slinging insults at each other. Sam in animated hand motions and wild, broad sweeps of his arms, which Sebastian meets with a slow drawl and showy plumes of smoke.

“Don’t listen to Seb,” Sam laughs, as he once again makes a half-baked movement to touch her that he quickly bails on with a briefly faltering smile, “He likes to pretend we have no fun here in the Valley.”

“We don’t,” Sebastian drawls lazily.

“Then why haven’t you moved, huh?” Sam counters, smiling like he’s won.

“Because he’s scared,” Safiya answers for Sebastian, “Scared he’ll fail and have to come back. Scared to leave everything he knows, too, “ The words just spill out of her, his thoughts still loud and clear against her mental shields.

“What the fuck?” Sebastian demands, as Sam gapes at her and begins to laugh hysterically — Oh my fucking Yoba, I knew it! Abi owes me so much money for this! — which is met with a sharp glare and a hissed, “You fucking bet on me?!”

Sam only howls with laughter, pulling his phone from his pocket to shoot off several texts in a row. “Sorry,” Safiya says, not sounding even a little apologetic, “But you should learn to keep your thoughts to yourself.”

“What the fuck do you mean, keep my thought to myself?” Sebastian demands, mocking her as he parrots her words back to her, “They’re my thoughts.”

“Very noisy thinker, you are,” Safiya remarks absently, as she reduces the butt of her cigarette to ash, letting the wind carry the tiny remnants away, “It’s a mage thing,” She elaborates when he opens his mouth again, “People tend to broadcast their thoughts, it’s particularly bad in people with anxiety. They never seem to shut up. And you–” She leers, index finger pointing to his head “Have an internal voice so damned loud you might as well have been standing outside my window with a boombox over your head in the middle of night.”

Sam snorts as Sebastian’s face goes beet red, and even though his face twists with anger, Safiya can hear his thoughts loud and clear.

What the fuck what the fuck whattheactualfuck, His mind says, She can’t be fucking serious. What else did she hear? Did she even fucking hear anything if it’s a mental thing? Oh no. Fuck, Sebastian, don’t think about anything else. Especially not the porn you’ve got queued up to watch tonight.

When the rapid onslaught of brief thumbnails and two second clips porn starts is when she slams her shields closed so hard even Sebastian seems to flinch. Wincing and furrowing her brows when she tosses a stern, shut the fuck up, into his mind.

“I’m going home,” Sebastian announces, throwing his cigarette butt down into the mud and stomping it out, before flushing an even deeper shade of red when he picks it up to put into a little pocket ashtray he pulls from his jacket.

Oh, shit, Safiya thinks, Sam still laughing as he tries to dissuade Sebastian from leaving, I think I just fucked up.

“Oh, man,” Sam laughs, but he still frowns a little at the sight of his friends black clad back halfway across the town square, “Fuck– I haven’t seen Seb that embarassed since high school. Thanks for the laugh, Saf.”

Saf, I think I'm in love with you. Says the voice she can’t quite remember the sound of, but remembers the softness of the hands and lips attached to it.

There’s my Saf! Her grandfather had cheered, laughing even as she tossed himself into his arms whenever she and her mom came for a visit.

You’ll come home, Saf. I know you will. Because you’re my brave, beautiful girl. You’re my daughter, and you and I are nothing if not relentless, Her mother had told her, promised her, the day she’d been drafted. There was still birthday cake in the fridge, her candles blown out only a few days prior to the soldiers who’d come and knocked on their apartment door to take her away.

“Don’t call me that,” She snaps at Sam, guilt coiling in her belly as she stands up, her jeans coated in mud and shoes in hand, “And tell your friend that I really am sorry. I hadn’t meant to embarrass him.”

“Right,” Sam nods, shooting to his feet. Safiya curses him to hell and back for the way she has to crane her neck to look him in the eye, for the way he looms, not because he means to, but because he’s just that tall, “No problem, Safiya. And, look, Seb’s just a private dude in general,” He remarks, a hand on the back of his neck, “But he’ll get over it in like, a week, when he has his next hook-up out in Zuzu.”

She hums, looking away from him and towards Cindersap, where she can see the very top of Magnus’ tower over the treetops, “Right. Well, either way, I am sorry.”

“You don’t sound all that sorry.”

“I’m not sorry that he was basically shouting into mind. I am sorry for embarrassing him. Sort of.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

Sam sucks in a breath then, and it’s really a wonder he’d only broadcasted a few thoughts into her mind during the night, because he seems anxious. Or, at least his energy seems anxious. “Look, pretty much everyone in town goes down to the saloon Friday evenings. If you really wanna apologize to Seb, you can find him there.”

Safiya nods, huffing through her nose and shuffling her feet in the mud, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

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