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[heavymilkers]

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Like Real People Do, Part 8! ♡ (Casper x Avery)

☁️ Summary: Avery's cloud form starts to emerge in public. Casper takes quick action to try and save him. Big crying scene -- BIGGER tickle scene. This fic is outrageously self-indulgent, even for me.

☁️ Warnings: Ler!Avery fans... this one is for you. Unspeakably, desperately vulnerable. Lots of crying. Discussion of trans (ftm particularly) topics. Men in their underwear (no genital nudity). If you can get through the emotions, I reward you with the biggest, teasiest Ler!Avery scene you can imagine. This is not NSFW, however… it is very suggestive. If you skip to the end... well, I just can't believe you! (Just kidding, read this however you want.💙)

☁️ Author's Note: I discuss being a demiboy/FTM pretty intimately here. Importantly, I do not claim to speak for every demiboy/gay/FTM/trans person. I am not a gender studies major, this is just my experience, and I do not have to justify it to anyone. Do not come in my messages/ask box with critical language about how I describe my experience. If you do, I will immediately block you.

This is a series now!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8 *you are here

If you just got here and want to know more about my characters, you can read my comic starting right here!

My eyes frantically scanned the storage area. Luckily, it was vacant, at least for now. 

Gary's Market was a relatively small grocery chain, and the stockroom was clean and well-organized. Large shelving racks stood in rows that reached the ceiling, and a small handful of pallets waited to be unloaded. Above us, rows of fluorescent lights hummed softly. 

“Look for an exit,” I whispered, still grasping Avery's wrist. 

“Casper, I'm so sorry-” 

“Shh, no time for that now, let’s just get out of here.” I let go of him, walking to the end of the entryway and peeking around the nearest shelving unit. At the end of the hallway, past several rows of goods, was a glowing red exit sign. 

“Oh, thank god. Let's go,” I turned back to Avery. 

My blood ran cold. 

I had not seen the employee who was approaching us; perhaps he had been in an adjacent aisle when we entered, had found what he needed, and was returning to the sales floor. Avery was still standing in the doorway, and as soon as the man rounded the corner, they would be face-to-face. The brunette twenty-something held a jar of peanut butter in one hand, and the only reason he hadn't seen me yet was because he was holding his phone in the other, texting with his thumb. 

There was still space between us, but not so much that I couldn't read his nametag: David. “Hi, my name is David!” I imagined the smaller print said. It was difficult to believe the bored-looking youth, with his wrinkled uniform and beat-up Vans, would ever introduce himself that way. 

Avery wasn't looking at me. If I called to him, the clerk would certainly hear. If I moved, I was sure to catch David's peripheral; he would see me, and then he would see Avery. There was nothing I could do; David was about to ruin my life. 

What would happen, then? Would he scream? Would he pass out, as I almost had the first time I saw Avery? Would he tell his boss, then his family, then the news? His phone was already out – what if he took pictures? I imagined Avery's terrified face on CNN, Twitter, Tiktok. A cold sweat broke out all over my body as my insides twisted, a metallic taste filling my mouth. Was I really going to lose him – and like this? 

Suddenly, Avery moved, his feet shuffling on the concrete floor as he widened his stance. His hands extended outward, fingers spread and clawed, as if he were preparing to grapple someone. His fingertips began to glow. 

Was he going to attack this man?! My heart raced. 

“Oh god, Avery, no!” I screamed internally. Whatever I imagined might happen to Avery would be infinitely worse if he harmed someone. He wouldn't just be captured and studied, he'd be killed. My blood pressure plummeted. I tightened my grip on the storage rack; I was about to collapse. 

Then, the sound of crackling electricity filled the air. Until that moment, I hadn’t known electricity could sound like fire. A series of deafening pops rang out, followed by a blinding flash – then glass rained down on us as every lightbulb in the room exploded. 

“What the fuck!” David cried as he dropped his phone. 

Before I could react, I felt a cold hand on my arm, guiding me down the hallway toward the exit. The sign itself had gone out, too, but I could barely make out where sunlight seeped through the cracks. My knees were weak as Avery pulled me through the door and into the bright daylight, practically tripping over my own feet as I tried to regain my bearings. 

The alley behind Gary's was empty, except for a pair of dumpsters and a few broken wood pallets. It was a clear day, and on the other side of the building, my car was right in the middle of the parking lot. We weren't out of the woods, yet. 

I pulled Avery behind the dumpsters. His face was a mask of emotions I had never seen on him: guilt, shock, desperation. Fingers trembling, he carefully picked a piece of glass out of my hair. I could tell he was about to say something; I cut him off, cupping his cheek with my hand. 

“Avery, stay right here. I'm going to bring the car around, okay? Stay right here behind this dumpster. I'll be right back.” I turned away before he could respond, jogging to my car as my heart shattered to leave him in such a state. 

As I got in my car, I glanced at the store's entrance. The lights were on; I guessed the sales floor was on a different breaker than the warehouse. That was good – the less people who saw the lights go out, the better. I sped around back and parked next to the dumpster. Avery was right where I left him, huddled in a ball, face hidden in his hands. 

“Hey, hey, it's okay… you're okay, you're safe now,” I comforted as I helped him into the back seat. Luckily, my car windows were tinted – practically a necessity in the desert where I was from. Afraid that David (or really, anyone) might come out the exit, I got in the driver's seat and pulled around to a secluded parking area. I climbed into the back, kneeling on the seat beside Avery as I put my hand on his shoulder. It was then that I realized just how small he was – I guessed he had shrunk to my height, maybe even shorter. He was still hiding his face in his hands. 

“Avery… are you okay? I'm so sorry. I should have set an alarm… This is all my fault.” 

“Casper, I'm- I'm- I'm so s-sorry!” He broke into a sob, his shoulders trembling as tears leaked out from under his hands. I saw, too, that the flat bottom of his head was dark and puffy. Water gushed from him, soaking his clothes. He wasn't just crying, he was raining.

“Oh my god, Avery, it isn't your fault! None of this is your fault!” I put my arms around him, hugging him into my chest. I hated to cry, especially when I was trying to comfort someone else, but I couldn't help it; my eyes stung as tears streamed down my cheeks, too. 

“I- I should have known. I- I put you in danger,” he choked, his square glasses falling into his lap as he rubbed his pale eyes. He was completely soaked – so was my car seat – and as he cried, he was shrinking quickly. I panicked. 

“You're shrinking! Avery, please stop crying! We're safe now, okay? I'll get you something to drink, alright? I'm not mad – at all – and I'm SO sorry. God, this is all my fault…” My stomach churned with regret. How could I have been so thoughtless? When we first met, I always set a timer on my phone, just to make sure we never ran out of time. As we’d grown closer, I'd become more and more lax. It had never been an issue before today, but now, my carelessness could have cost Avery his life. How could I live that down? 

He looked up, then, to meet my eyes for the first time. Gently, he tucked a wisp of damp hair behind my ear. “Casper, i-it's not your fault, either. I know today was different from usual, there's no way you could have known. Please… don't cry,” he sniffled. “My heart breaks when you cry.” 

“You don't cry! My heart breaks when you cry! So put that in your juice box and suck it!” Through my tears, I managed a small, but sincere laugh. Sniffling again, Avery giggled back. Regaining a bit of composure, he picked up his glasses, wiped the lenses and put them back on his face. 

“How about we agree that, before we leave, we always set a timer. No matter what. Deal?” I kissed Avery's forehead, gently wiping the last of his tears. It was a bit wavering, but he finally gave me a real smile. 

“Deal.”

+++

Avery protested, but I had to go back into the store to get our groceries. By the time we had finished crying, both of us were soaked, which earned me plenty of uncomfortable stares as I checked out. I had never been so thankful to be home. 

He started to assist me with putting away the groceries, but I pointed sternly to the couch. “Dude, you’re shorter than me right now. You need to sit down and start hydrating, don’t worry about the groceries, I can handle it. Oh! I got you this.” I handed him a styrofoam cup with a dome lid. “It’s an ICEE. At first, I thought I should get you Gatorade… but your body isn’t like mine; you have ice crystals in there. I thought this might help you hydrate faster. It’s kinda like ice cream, but… different. It’s cherry flavored, think you’ll like it.”

Avery took the cup from me. His wet clothes hung on him like a tent in his diminished form – his glasses, too, were cartoonishly big for his shrunken face. I watched him sip slowly from the straw – then, his eyes lit up with an expression I recognized. He started to drink faster. I was delighted to have been correct in my selection; as he drank, he was rapidly growing in size.

“Heh, I’m glad you like it. Uhh… woah there, turbo, slow down. You’re gonna get-”

“Ow, ow, ow!” Avery winced, clutching his head. “Ahh… I’m not sure I like this, after all.” 

I snorted. His mouth – normally a pale blue – had already turned purple from the red dye.

“Dude, you got a brain freeze. You can’t drink cold stuff that fast.” 

“Ah, I see. It… tastes so good, though…” He started sipping again, his eyes forming half-moons of enjoyment.

I tittered. Relatable.

I worked on the groceries as Avery rested on the couch, sipping his drink and scrolling on his phone. By the time I was finished, he had returned to his smallest “normal” size – 6”3 (190.5cm ♡) and there was a big wet spot on my couch. I should have put a towel down, first.

“Alright, let’s get out of these wet clothes. I know you don’t have a spare set, here… but you can just wear your pajamas until your day clothes are dry, okay?” 

It cost an extra thirty dollars per month, but it was worth it to have the tiny washer and dryer set in my unit. Standing over the washing machine, I peeled off my wet shirt and jeans, leaving me in my plaid boxers. 

“What is this…?” Avery asked. I hadn’t noticed him leave the couch, and I jumped slightly. Though we had been together for several months, his quiet footsteps – and unexpected speed – still caught me off guard sometimes. He was pinching the hem of my binder. I realized that, even though my torso was mostly covered, I was still more exposed than he had ever seen me. Having fallen asleep unexpectedly the night before, I had never even taken my binder off. 

“Oh… uh, it’s a binder,” I replied, embarrassed.

“What is it for?” Avery looked concerned.

My binder was wet, and at that point, I had been wearing it for well over twenty-four hours. I was uncomfortable, and I was sure I looked it, too. A sigh rolled from my chest. I knew I would have to explain this to him, eventually. I just didn’t expect it to be today, when I had already spent so much energy… well, fearing for our lives. 

“Remember last month, when I explained queerness for humans? I know for clouds, you guys all get born the same, and you can kinda decide what your bodies look like. Well… for us, we get born how we get born, and sometimes we get born looking a different way than we feel inside. For humans, changing our bodies is actually really hard, and complicated… and sometimes, even if we feel a different way from how we’re born, we don't want to change our bodies. We just want to be seen for who we are inside, but in the bodies we're already in.” 

I paused to look up at him – he was listening intently, his brow furrowed as he stared into my eyes. I shrunk under his intense gaze, blushing a bit. 

“It’s rarely ever cut-and-dry, though, when we’re born a different way than we feel. Sometimes people get born in a ‘man's body,’ but they know they are female, and vice versa… but there are a lot of people who are in-between, too. Some people feel like ‘gender’ as a whole doesn't apply to them. Some feel a mix of things. 

“I was born biologically female. Most of the time, I feel either male, or neither. It’s not that there's anything wrong with my body… it's just… when other people see me, I want them to see me how I feel inside. I wish I didn't have to wear a binder, but when I don't, people get ideas about me – and sometimes, I even get ideas about myself – that aren't who I really am,” I said, as if wearing a binder allowed me to pass consistently – it did not. 

I was afraid to meet Avery's eyes, staring down at my wet clothes as they laid at the bottom of the washing machine. What would he think of me, now? Would he think I was just “confused,” as so many had said in the past? Even when they didn't say it out loud, I could tell. I could always tell. 

A cool, soft finger crooked under my chin, gently tilting my head up. 

“You will always be who you are inside when you're with me, no matter what your body looks like. Is that clear?”

My eyes welled with tears. I tried to look away, but Avery didn't let me. 

“Don't let me find out that you've been wearing that thing longer than you should be – I know there must be safety precautions with something like that – and you never need to wear it when I'm around. In fact, I think you should take it off, right now. You don't have to do it in front of me, of course… but I can see that it's wet, and I can tell it's affecting your breathing. In fact, I've been able to tell many times in the past; I just presumed it to be a facet of your hypotension. Now that I know better, you can expect that I will be keeping you in check.” His intense gaze softened as a tear streaked down my flushed cheek. He encircled me in his huge embrace, a cool hand rubbing my back. 

“Casper, I love you. I love you so much that it hurts, sometimes. Never feel like you have to perform for me, you are perfect just as you are.” 

I trembled. I was frustrated to be sobbing for the second time in the same day, but Avery's chest was so soft, and his love was so big, I just couldn't help myself. Years of self-loathing and rejection poured out of me as he cradled my half-naked body against his chest. 

“Shhh… it's okay, sweetheart. I know you must have been worried for months about what I'd think, but you don't have to worry any more.” 

He pulled back from me, hands on my shoulders and a gentle, playful smile on his lips. He peered at me over the rim of his glasses. 

“Now, go change, okay? I believe I made a promise to you earlier, and I intend to keep it.” 

+++ 

Avery and I changed separately. I was soaked all the way through, so I donned new boxers and a fresh, loose t-shirt. It was a relief to be free of my binder. I inhaled deeply, feeling my ribs fully expand. Though I was still a bit nervous for Avery to see my chest, after so much crying, a flood of endorphins suppressed my fear. 

As I entered the living room, Avery was already on the couch, hands folded neatly in his lap. He was dressed in his pajamas, and I could only assume he had been drinking more ICEE, because he was especially big and fluffy once again. Only the washing machine’s soft whirring broke the silence.

“Come here, dear.” 

I took a few steps toward him, and then a sudden force – like a gust of wind – swept me from behind into his lap. I yelped in surprise.

“Hey, that scared me!” 

“Hehe, sorry – guess I’m feeling a bit eager.” He smirked. My eyes widened. Until that moment, I had not realized exactly what he meant about his… promise.

It was the one he had made in the frozen section. 

“W-wait,” I stuttered, my ears growing hot as I tried to scramble out of his lap. It was too late; with one large hand, he ensnared both of my wrists, lifting them over my head. I squealed. “WAHAHAIT!” 

Avery laughed gleefully, showing his delicate round teeth. 

“What, exactly, am I waiting for?” He teased. “Am I waiting for you to be ready for how much this is going to tickle? Because, I don’t think you could ever be ready for that. Hehe… you’re just buzzing with oxytocin right now, aren’t you? This is going to be so fun. Wonder where I should start?”

“Pff-hahahaha!” I laughed, trying to curl inward, which was impossible with Avery holding my arms up. As I pulled against his grasp, I fully internalized that my strength was no match for his. I also knew that as soon as he started tickling, I was likely to go limp as a ragdoll, too weak to fight. Despite the futility, it was all I could do to struggle while I still could.

“All this giggling when I haven’t even touched you, yet – I never tire of it. You’re so cute. Why don’t you save some laughs for when I start tickling, dear? You’re going to need them… trust me.” With his free hand, he wiggled his plush fingers threateningly in the air above my tummy.

“AHAhahahahavery PLEASE!” I could hardly contain myself; he hadn’t laid a finger on me, yet I could feel his damnably soft fingers already, dancing all over my body. 

“Please what? Please don’t tickle your cute tummy? You know… I think it’s only fair that I should get to see it, this time. I did, after all, show you mine. As a matter of fact… I think I want to turn this snack into a full course.” 

Avery stood, scooping me into his arms “bridal style” as I squirmed, howling in protest. 

“Put me down! You can’t just manhandle me like th- ACK!” Chuckling, he deposited me unceremoniously on the bed.

“Can’t I?” He mused.

Then, he flourished his hand in a way I’d never seen before. Like magic, two ghostly hands – very similar in appearance to Avery’s – appeared out of thin air. Before I could react, each of my wrists were grappled and pinned to the top of the bed. 

“What is this! This is cheating!” I objected, pulling at my arms. It was no use – apparently, any strength that Avery had, he was able to transfer to these apparitions, too.

“All’s fair in love and war, isn’t it, Casper?” Tittering, he straddled my waist, one knee on each side of my wriggling body. He pinned me so firmly that between his weight and his cursed “helping hands,” I could barely move. My blush spread like fire; especially with my binder off, I’d never felt more vulnerable. 

“There we are… Now, let’s see what you’ve been hiding, hm?” Avery gently lifted the hem of my shirt to my lower ribs, exposing my tummy completely. 

He paused, his eyebrows raising. As I watched, a pretty cerulean dusted his cheeks. His eyes practically sparkled as he looked down at me, making me flush even hotter.

“Oh… Casper. Just look at you. Goodness, I… I knew you would be lovely, but… oh, you are so cute. Just look at this little belly button…” With a silky fingertip, Avery drew a circle around the rim of my navel.

“PFFF HEHhahAHAHA!” I shouldn’t have been, but I was surprised by how much it tickled. My stomach muscles tensed beneath his delicate touch; it was completely undeniable, impossible to block out.

“Oh, wow... Your blush goes all the way down, doesn’t it~?”

I could hardly stand this any longer.

“Plehehehease…!” I begged, though not entirely sure what for. 

“Ah, sorry. You’re right: It’s impolite to play with your food.” 

With that, he lowered all ten of his fingertips to my tummy, wiggling them deftly into my taut skin.

“AAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” I screamed with laughter, my hands balling into useless fists. My unrestrained feet kicked uncontrollably as my back, with the little space I was allowed, strained to arch off the bed.

“Oh no, does that tickle? Poor, sensitive Casper… have you forgotten what it’s like to be anxious, yet? No? I suppose I should keep going, then.” Avery giggled cheerfully, gently moving his fingers around my tummy, probing different spots randomly, just as I had done to him just a day prior. As always, his touch was so gentle; he always tickled with just enough force to excite the nerves beneath my delicate skin.

Fireworks exploded in my mind as the torture of sensation ran through my veins like electricity. I tried, but I was laughing too hard to even get a word out, like someone attempting – but unable – to tell the funniest joke they’d ever heard. Beads of moisture collected in the corners of my eyes as I shook my head, a halo of sweat forming on my pillow.

“What’s wrong, dear? Can’t stand the taste of your own medicine? I distinctly remember you tickling me, just like this. Could it be that you did so because you knew, if done on you, it would be simply unbearable? You’re already a mess, and we haven’t even gotten to your other spots, yet.”

Like a comedian pausing for effect, he stilled his fingers, grinning deviously.

“YOU’RE KIHIHIHLLLING MEHEHEHE!” I cried, finally able to somewhat form a sentence, though the tickle persisted long after he had stopped.

Avery laughed reactively – his big laugh, the one that I loved so much. My exposed, trembling tummy filled with butterflies.

“Would it be such a bad thing to die laughing?” He joked tenderly, leaning down to place a feather-light kiss on my tummy. Then he reached up, brushing the damp hair from my forehead. “Do you need a break?” 

“...” 

Avery lowered his tone, leering over his glasses again. “Before you answer, just so you know: I’m taking those armpits for a spin, next.”

The fluster I experienced was so powerful and so immediate, I saw stars.

“Y-Y-Yes, I need w-water,” I choked, imagining how crazed I must look to him. He chuckled, leaving the room for a moment, and then returning with a bottle of water. With a hand on my back, he helped me sit up. The hands holding my wrists relaxed, but not enough to give me free range of motion. I shot him a quizzical glance.

“Oh, dewdrop… You didn’t think I was going to let you go, did you?” He taunted, gently cupping my chin as he poured the water into my mouth. 

I blushed furiously. 

It was difficult to drink, as I was trembling from head to toe, but I managed… somehow. He set the bottle on the nightstand, and then I was trapped again, arms aloft as Avery sat on my waist. 

He eyed me through his bifocals, a fingertip placed to his lips.

“Hmm… Under, or over your shirt?”

“What?!”

“Sorry, did I stutter? Under or over, Casper.” 

“I-I-I…” 

“What’s wrong, dear? Can’t you manage a simple, one-word answer~?”

My response was nothing but an incoherent whimper.

“Since it seems you’re feeling indecisive, I’ll choose for you. I choose under.”

“No! NO! AHAHAHahveery!”

He leaned forward, placing his fingertips on my bare lower ribs.

“Let’s just take a little trip, shall we? We’ll start right here.”

“NOHHOHOHO!”

“Then we’ll work our way upward, nice and slow…”

Avery walked his fingertips up my ribs, pausing now and then to wiggle into a soft spot.

“AAAAHAHA NOOO PLHEHEHEHEHASE!”

“You know, sometimes, it’s about the journey, not the destination… don’t you agree?”

His silky digits continued upward until they reached the top of my ribcage. I shook with laughter beneath him, my feet stomping the bed fruitlessly as my toes curled in desperation. I simultaneously dreaded and craved what was next.

“But, then again… it is nice to arrive, too~”

With that, he dipped his fingertips into each of my helpless armpits, scribbling gently into the bare hollows. 

“Tickle tickle tickle,” he lilted, grinning.

My response was a delirious, unintelligible shriek. In my mind raged a five-alarm fire, searing any coherent thought to ash. With what little movement my restraints would allow, I thrashed beneath Avery, my heart palpitating so fiercely I was afraid it would escape my chest. Tears streamed down my burning cheeks, heralding my third cry of the day.

“Oh, my god… Your previous laughs were hardly a giggle compared to this. Have I finally found a favorite spot, sweetheart? Are you just too ticklish under these arms? Goodness… I could hardly tickle you any more gently, but even this is driving you nuts!”

I couldn’t respond – the tickle was so intense, so overwhelming that all I could do was laugh in futility. I had no strength left to struggle; my body lay limp beneath Avery as he killed me softly with those silky, gentle fingertips, stroking merrily away under my arms, destroying any hope I had of stringing two thoughts together.

After what seemed like an eternity – but in reality, must have been less than ten minutes – Avery stopped. The pair of hands that were holding my wrists released me, but I hadn’t even the strength to put my arms down. His cool hand stroked my cheek as he chuckled affectionately.

“Well, now… How do you feel? Have you forgotten what it’s like to be anxious?” 

I sat up – tried to, anyway – and then collapsed back onto the pillow in a blissfully overstimulated huff. Avery started to giggle, which escalated to a delighted belly laugh.

“I’ll take that as a yes!” 

“Avery…” 

“Yes…?”

“If you don’t cuddle me – right now – I think I'm going to die.”

Still chuckling, he immediately enveloped me in his fluffy embrace, hugging me as if he were afraid someone would take me from him. I snuggled easily into his arms, cocooned in a heretofore unknown peace and safety. The last thing I heard was Avery’s characteristic lightning zap as the light flickered out; I was asleep before my head hit the pillow. 

[ghostmaldo]

𓇢𓆸 Spiderverse hc: Giving them flowers with GN!Reader 𓇢𓆸

*Shrugs* I think their neat and I have no creativity to make my own spider-sona so I offer this instead 💖

No warnings, Just fluff, Can be read platonically or romantically. Remember, friends can give each other flowers and its not gay to kiss your homies goodnight.

End report

Ask Box open 💙

Playlist I listened to while writing this: https://youtu.be/LWqT5xWzQ2k?si=_mFj6LztUIBaZWOr

~Maldo

🕸️ Miles Morales 🕸️ (In a universe where he joins the spider-society)

~It’s been a busy day combating the anomalies sprouting through the multitude of universe. And with the spot still heavily on the lose and hiding within those thousands of universe… Let’s just say its been a hard day for a young man named Miles Morales

~His in the lunch room scouring for something to snack on before Miguel sends him on another goose chase or finally decides to send him home for a few days. Miles becomes a bit startled when he feels a soft pat on his shoulder. Too distracted in his own mind to have realized someone was approaching him.

~Oh, (Y/N)! Hey, sorry I didn’t see you there.” He chats with them for a little while before realizing they’ve got a hand hidden behind their back. Though he can clearly see the red and black roses peeking from behind their back. “Whatcha got there?”

~(Y/N) smiles, claiming they found these roses during one of their patrols and decided they were just right for him. They’d noticed Miggy (A nickname they call him just to get on his nerves) working him especially hard these last few days and wanted to give him a pick me up.

~Placing the roses in his hand, Miles is speechless. His never really received a full bouquet of his own aside from his family members. He stares at the petals for a long while. He can smell the black spray paint on some of the petals and it makes that much more special to him that (Y/N) put in the small detail to match his suit. This be far puts the pep back in his step.

~”Wow! Thank you (Y/N)! It’s great! I’ll make sure these don’t get ruined.”

~He gently places them in his locker until Miguel does send him home. And one he does arrive home, he has his mom help to put them in a special flower vase on the kitchen counter.

Mrs: Morales: “These are pretty Miles! Que lindo’s! Who gave them to you?”

Miles: A friend *smiles*

🕸️ Gwen Stacy 🕸️

~(Y/N) and Gwen arrange to have a friendly outing on a particular warm day. She texts them shes at the shop they decided to meet. After a few minutes of them going without a response back, she starts to look for them. Quickly spotting the back of their shirt/jacket/cloak/etc. they normally decide to wear. They seemed hunched over a bit, focused on something out of her sight.

~”Hey you, I sent you a message- What are you doing?” (Y/N) makes an attempt to cover up what they have like a child caught with something they aren’t suppose to have. Even so, Gwen easily spots the blue and pink hues covering the tips of their fingers. She lets out a soft chuckle with a raised brow. “Busy?”

~Unable to hide it any longer, (Y/N) reveals the white rose with messily done spots of blue and pink through the petals they wanted to give to Gwen as a surprise. “For me?” She takes the flower gingerly into her hands and admires the work. Being as friends are hard to come by for her, she can’t help but instantly swing her arm around (Y/N) shoulder and bring them in for a half hug. “You too much you know that? But I like it! Are there mooore flowers? Come on! I wanna make you one too! Got any more markers?”

~She sticks the flower in her hair to keep it safe from being damage. Then takes the next few minutes to make an equally as messy flower made of (Y/N) favorite colors. “There! Now we match!”

~After the outing, Gwen places the flower in a cup of water. Even after the petals have long dried she keeps them in a special box she opens from time to time. She really cherishes the object and the petals still carry a sweet scent.

Hobie Brown:

~On a random Tuesday afternoon when (Y/N) is hanging out with Hobie at his place (Where ever that might be). Perhaps (Y/N) ran out to replenish snacks before some friends came over for movie night. One the way back, they saw the yellow roses of sitting in the garden of a government building and well… the rest is history.

~Upon returning, Hobie hears the door opening. He sits up from his place on the couch and goes to meet them.

~“Took you long enough, I was about to go and look for you myself- What’s that?”

~When (Y/N) explains the roses and where they got them from a wide prideful grins appears on his face. “So you jumped the fence and ripped them right out of the ground. Thorns and all? Good on ya! I knew you were a rebel on the inside.” Brings them in for that friends side hug and a ruffles their hair.

~Hangs them upside down somewhere in his place. (I don’t know to me that just seems like something he’d do) And keeps them for as long as they’ll stay intact.

~When he sees them hanging, a fond smile aways appears on his face.

Pavitr Prabhakar: (Thses flowers are more in symbolizem to innocence and a purity)

~Pavitr and (Y/N) are out on patrol together in some form of dimension, keeping an eye out on for anomalies… but anytime with Pavitr is a time spent with much laughter.

~They’ll be on opposite sides of of the city but clogging up the com lines with jokes, banter, and some genuine talk about life. Pavitr is actually in the middle of explaining something and patiently waits for (Y/n) to respond back to him. However, when the silence become a bit to long, he parks himself on a building. “Hello? (Y/N)? Are you alright?”

~He breaths a deep sigh of relief when (Y/N) voice finally comes through. “You were starting to scare me! Don’t do that!” (Y/N) might have to spend a few extra minutes coming up with an explanation as to not ruin the surprise they have. Though he may question why they suddenly want to meet up with him. His mind immediately making assumption that they might be hurt and need help.

~And yet again his relieved to see they are unharmed. (Y/N) instantly present the basket of white flowers to him. The flowers are practically glowing under the moon.

~”For me? Oh my goodness! (Y/N) you should have! But thank you! Wow! These are so elegant! Let’s run to my house so I can put them away properly. Shhh! Don’t tell Miguel!

~He places the flower on the window seal in his kitchen as he feels it really brings the room to life and he can gaze upon him every morning when he has chai with his family Whaaat i had to sneak it in it was my favorite part of the movie-

🕸️Miguel O’Hara 🕸️ (I love this grumpy cat-)

~It’s been several days since Miguel had gotten a decent nights sleep. The screen’s were greatly starting to burn his eyes to the point they were watering if he gazed upon them too long. Begrudgingly, he was forced to walk away less his eyes balls literally felt out of his skull.

~He sluggishly made his way to the cafeteria to refresh himself with a warm cup of coffee and some warm food to settle his belly. Hoping it would help him feel better. Though, it seems it only takes one particular person, about the only person he can tolerate in the later hours perks his mood entierly.

~He welcomes them to sit and chat for a moment before he has to return to his work, as much as he dosen’t want to.

~Before he does go, (Y/N) presents the arrangements of marigold flowers to him. The petals are a bright orange and blooming beautifully. At first, Miguels at a loss of words. His nimble fingers reach out to take the arrangement and bringing it closer to him. The sweet natural scent of the flowers hitting his sense like a truck… His never received flowers like this before…

~Then, the ghost of a small smile up lifts the corners of his mouth. Suddenly the dark circles under his eyes don’t seem so deep. “T-Thank you, Este es un regalo maravilloso (This is a wonderful gift).”

~Bidding them farewell, Miguel carries the flowers back to his working area. Before doing anything, he finds a place for the flowers to safely reside in, but in a place he can still see them from time to time.

~And its just like that his screens don’t seem to be such an eye sore anymore.

[doctorgirlsblog]

Hello!! I was wondering if you might do a doctor reader x max where she is a junior doctor working long shifts and feeling very tired but doesn’t tell max because she knows he also has a very tiring schedule? But he takes care of her and makes sure she is well looked after? Maybe a bit spicy in the end if you are ok with that!!

Hello! Was written in the pause actually, as you got my situation explained there too 🤣🫡🩺 only thing missing is Max coming to take care of me 😴😂

Hope you like it! 💙

________________________________________

Taking care

(Those who always care about others, sometimes need some care too.)

Another night, another double shift. The only regular meal she'd had in the past couple of days was black coffee, and the Red Bull cans were strewn all around her office. Even exhausted, she smiled to herself, thinking about how she was promoting her boyfriend's team and consuming probably more Red Bulls than he was.

She was getting ready for her last round of checking up on patients at the crack of dawn when her phone pinged.

[One new message]

Love: "When should I pick you up from work, babe?"

She was surprised that he was awake so early, but she figured that he wants to go on a jog.

She didn't want to be a burden to him at the moment. She knew how much stress he alone was under, with all the training, debriefs and she wasn't doing her best lately in supporting him, with her shifts getting in the way. She knew the pressure that he was under. He didn't need to worry about her too.

So, she tried to spare him.

She texted back quickly:

"All good, love. I'll probably stay a little longer; I got lost in the paperwork. You go home and get some rest. I love you."

She was quite disappointed when he left her message on "read," but she was already on the verge of sleep. Deciding to go back to work and let it go, she knew that he was likely already out jogging.

A couple of cans of Red Bull and two cups of coffee later, in the deathly silence of the office, she nearly jolted from the table when she heard a loud, hard knock at the door.

She quickly ran her fingers through her now-messy hair in an attempt to tame it and straightened out her coat.

"Come in."

What she hadn’t expected was to see Max standing at the door, his cheeks slightly flushed and his hair disheveled. He held two takeout bags and a Starbucks coffee in his hands.

“Got some time for one more patient, Liefje?” -he asked, smiling at her as he put the things on the nearest cupboard before she ran into his arms.

"Max? Baby what are you doing here? I thought you'd gone out for a jog." She pouted at him, but he pulled her away from him and toward one of the two comfortable armchairs.

"You were never a good liar, especially when you're sleepy. You texted me half the letters wrong (which she didn't notice in her moment of sleepiness), and I had a good feeling that these all-nighters would mean coffee for every meal without the actual meal. So you're not moving from that spot until you eat this." He opened the box with two sandwiches and the other one with croissants. Starbucks lay on the table beside her.

"I'm sorry, Max. I never meant to worry you. I just..."—she huffs—"...it got really tough the last couple of days, and I couldn't even find time to watch your race and support you, and..."

She doesn't get to finish her sentence because he's already towering over her, his large hand on her chin and the other gripping her thigh.

She lets out a gasp at the contact, craving it nonetheless, but unable to move.

"You always take care of everyone, especially me. Now, it's my turn," he said, leaning down further and cupping her face in his hands. He kissed her so gently, but passionately that she couldn't help but let out a whimper.

He quickly pulled her up from the chair and changed their positions, pulling her on his lap, tracing his fingers up her thighs, all the way under her coat..

____________________

It is safe to say that the sandwiches lay long-forgotten on the table, and the proper meal had to wait a bit longer while Max had his own dessert.

|P.S. Sorry for any grammar mistakes; the next one will be longer i promise 💯 |

[hmserebuss]

✨💙 Spreading some love and joy in people's ask boxes 💙✨ If you get this, it means you're awesome and I hope you're having a great day! Now copy and paste this message to at least 3 other blogs to keep it going! Then answer to show you're done: What is your favorite breakfast food?

i got sent two of these so this is my response to both!!!! first things first, love my mutuals u guys r so nice i want to reach through the screen and pet you gently like someone would pet a small bird.

now to answer the question; favorite breakfast food?

sheet metal and goldners patent boiled beef xx

[noneedtoamputate]

✨💙 Spreading some love and joy in people's ask boxes 💙✨ If you get this, it means you're awesome and I hope you're having a great day! Now copy and paste this message to at least 3 other blogs to keep it going! Then answer to show you're done: What are your three favourite movies?

Nicole, I am so sorry! This has been sitting here in my inbox for almost a month.

I have so many favorite movies, and I know you are a film connoisseur. There are movies I adore, like Casablanca, The Umbrellas of Cherbourg, and Au Revoir, Les Enfants, but I have to be in the right mood to watch. Then there are movies that I will drop everything and watch no matter whether they start at the beginning, the middle, or end. The movies below are not necessarily the best movies, but my favorites, along with a favorite quote for each.

A League of Their Own - Some of the happiest memories of my childhood are playing softball. I love the historical aspect and the girl power in the film. I was an older sister and I understood the sister dynamics between Dottie and Kit. I adore Tom Hanks. Quote: Wow, avoid the clap, Jimmy Doogan

That Thing You Do! - Yes, another Tom Hanks film. It's such a joyful, happy film. The soundtrack bangs (I regularly listen to it.) I imagine a lot of bands who had one hit went through the same highs and lows. I thought Tom Everett Scott would be a bigger star after the movie. Steve Zahn is great. Quote: There he goes off to write that hit song, "Alone in my Principles."

It's a Wonderful Life - It's such a great concept for a movie, and it holds up to this day. I've had conversations with people who say George Bailey is a jerk in the movie. Yeah, he is. But sometimes all of us our jerks. As someone who is middle aged, I'm here to tell that you can get resentful. You do wonder about the things you gave up and how life may have been different. It's a good reminder that the things we don't think are anything at the time can mean so much to others. Quote: "Say brainless, do you know where coconuts come from?" Oh George Bailey, you have a way with women.

[nedconte]

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thank you 💖💖💖

i think my favorite breakfast food is... something i don't have to make myself 😂 this morning i actually treated myself to a small takeaway snack from a nearby cafe (under a cut to keep this post shorter):

if the croissant and toppings don't look too fresh, it's because i bought it through this discount app meant to reduce food waste, and i'm pretty sure any items available in the morning are leftovers from the previous day. it tasted good though! 😇

(also my laptop is sooooo dirty but i really just wanted to post this pic to show off how prettily my plates and laptop match :D)

[drunkkenobi]

✨💙 Spreading some love and joy in people's ask boxes 💙✨ If you get this, it means you're awesome and I hope you're having a great day! Now copy and paste this message to at least 3 other blogs to keep it going! Then answer to show you're done: What fictional world (book, movie, fanfic, etc) would you live in if you could choose any?

Aw thank you!!! My fictional world of choice is very easily Pokémon. All political strife is handled by 12 year olds through pokemon battles and I get to have my own pokemon, win/win.

[lieutenant-amuel]

Hi there! Sorry for being so forward with the random ask, but I read your Isla de Sueños fic on AO3 the other day and when I stumbled on it in the Tumblr tag just now, it made me smile all over again just thinking about it, so I wanted to reach out to thank you for writing such a lovely story! I've been on an unexpected EOA kick for the past few days, and I've enjoyed a lot of your posts while I was going through the tags. You have some very based and very thoughtful takes!! 😊 You also have such a sweet and fun story as well. I was just smiling the whole time I was reading it! Those taquitos and the music box were a big highlight. So wholesome! Also the way you wrote Gabe was so soft. 🥺 It warms my heart! He really does have such a soft side under all that bravado, I think. 💙 Anyways, thank you so much for writing and for sharing that! 💕 Not sure if you've moved fandoms or not, but please keep up the good work and best of luck with whatever it is you're working on now. Cheers!! 💖

Thank you! For both reading the story and reaching out to me personally, this is a very nice message to get ❤️

I’m not active in the fandom anymore but I still love Elena of Avalor and think about this show a lot so there’s always a chance of me writing a new story or making some other piece of fandom content. I was going to say I have a sideblog @elena-of-avalor-polls where I host poll tournaments but then I noticed you already follow this blog haha, thank you! I have written a few more fics and posted them on AO3 in case you would like to read them too.

And there’s no need to apologize! You made me very happy by sending this.

[lambcow]

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I HAVE NO IDEA HOW LONG THIS HAS BEEN IN MY INBOX

This is such a hard question to answer but

It's a Wonderful Life (1946) - An absolute classic I will watch this every year and I will cry every time. It makes me think about the world and myself and I love it and it makes me love myself and humanity.

I Heard the Bells (2022) - This movie broke my heart and knit it back together in a way I had no idea it could be. It spoke of deep, unrelenting grief and the undying, saving Spirit of Hope in a time of war. It grappled with the harrowing and lonesome journey of finding God and meaning in anything in the wake of life's tragedies. It showed how we can be instrumental in bringing that meaning to others when we find the strength not to give up but press forward through that dark and dreary night and allow our story to be heard by those who need the same strength we did in our darkest hour. It's the story of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow and his life as an influential American poet during the American Revolution that focuses on the pivotal life moments that inspired him to write the famous poem that we most often know due to it being set to music in the Christmas song "I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day." I don't think I'll ever forget this movie.

Either Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire or Star Wars VII: The Force Awakens or maybe even Twilight not gonna lie. Any of those. Why? Because. You guys. Those are my three fandoms that I exist in. The only other movie that even comes close it Star Trek 11 that kicked off the Abrams-verse but it doesn't hold the same kind of forever power as any of those three that tied for third. I dunno. I watched swtfa on repeat in the background of everything I did for like a year and a half of my teenage life. But also, from the time I was 10 I think I watched Twilight at least once a week for years and it was my introduction to fanfiction and fandom and I obsessed over it for years. Like, I could still watch that film and quote it both ironically and unironically. And HP4? It's the best comfort film of the series for me. Can't explain it exactly. I could watch it for the rest of my life.

[angelbaby-fics]

hi chloe!! been a while since i stopped by your asks. if this is possible, may i please request a birthday themed fic? you can decide all you want it can be angsty or fluffy!! I requested this since my birthday is gonna be on monday!! thank u and have a great day <3 💕💕💙

Birthday Cake

bWord Count: 900

Pairing: Daddy!Stucky x Little!Reader

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MONIQUE!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🥳💕🎁🎉🎈 i'm sorry this is a little late but I hope you like it & I hope you had a really amazing birthday!!! 💕

Steve woke up the morning of your birthday, rubbing his eyes sleepily as he turned to look at you, still fast asleep and curled into his side. He always woke up before you and Bucky, loving to get an early breakfast and a run before he started his day. On this special day, however, his run would have to be cut a little short as he still had a few birthday themed errands to run before you woke up.

You stirred slightly as Steve peeled your arm away from his torso, murmuring in your sleep at the loss of his warmth. He paused for a moment, holding his breath until you turned yourself around and repositioned yourself as Bucky’s little spoon. Steve made sure you were tucked back into the comforter before he quietly grabbed some clothes from the closet and stepped out of the room.

He ran until the sun was just barely peeking over the horizon. Knowing you and Bucky would still be asleep for likely a few more hours, Steve came home to take a quick shower before heading out again. He drove downtown to the bakery where he’d placed an order for your custom birthday cake a couple weeks, or so he’d thought. You see, Steve still hadn’t quite gotten the hang of technology, and while he thought he’d placed the order successfully, he’d actually closed the window before the order went through. He didn’t realize this, however, until he walked into the bakery as soon as they opened and asked if they had an order for “Rogers, Steve”.

“I’m sorry sir, we don’t have anything under that name. Is it possible you used a different name?” The employee behind the counter asked. “Uhh maybe Barnes, James? Or Stark, Tony?” Steve replied, wondering if maybe he’d gotten his credit cards confused. “I’m sorry, we don’t have any of those names here, either. Do you have the confirmation email we sent you when you placed the order?” Steve sighed and scratched his head.

“Let me see…” He said, slightly exasperated as he opened his email app and scrolled through hundreds of unread messages to the day he placed the order and beyond, not finding any sort of email from the bakery. “It’s not here.” He replied, finally.

“Okay, then that means that the order didn’t go through so we do not have your cake ready, however your card has not been charged for anything.” “What do I do then?” Steve asked. “Well you could place the order now, but it won’t be ready for at least a week.” Steve sighed. He couldn’t believe his mistake. You hadn’t even woken up yet and already your birthday was ruined! He knew how excited you were fr cake, you always had such a sweet tooth and he was so looking forward to spoiling you with the perfect cake for your special day.

“Is there anything you can do in two hours?” He pleaded with the employee.

“Well, we have some pre-made cakes, they just won’t be decorated yet. But I can send you home with some decorating supplies if you’d like to do it yourself?” The employee replied, genuinely feeling bad for Steve, who contemplated for a moment before deciding that between this, a cake he made himself at home, or no cake at all, this was clearly the best choice.

“Thank you SO so much!” Steve answered, making sure to tip extra as the employee handed him a blank cake in your favorite flavor, and a bag of decorating supplies.

When he got home, he opened the cake box staring at the blank cake for what felt like a century before his attention was drawn to Bucky, who’d quietly and carefully gotten out of your grip as well and decided to help Steve set everything up before you woke up. He’d only been awake for a minute but he could already tell by Steve’s expression that something was wrong.

“What did you do?” Bucky asked with a smirk.

“You know that incredible custom cake I ordered? Well turns out I didn’t.” Bucky laughed, but Steve wasn’t smiling.

“It's not funny! Her birthday is ruined!” “No it isn’t, honey.” Bucky reassured him. “You tried your best and that’s what matters.” “But she won’t have a cake!”

“Sure she will, we’ll just have to decorate it ourselves. And if that’s not enough, we’ll just take her out for ice cream sundaes.”

“When are we goin???” You asked from the kitchen doorway, surprising them both.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HONEY!” Bucky cheered, while Steve stood there looking worried. “Hey bug,” He started as you crept over to him & climbed up into his arms. “I’m so sorry, but we didn’t get –” “YOU GOT A CAKE WE CAN DECORATE TOGETHER!!!” You squealed excitedly. “Can we put kitties on it?” “You- yeah, of course!” Steve stuttered for a moment before realizing that he’d really had nothing to worry about, there was no way he could ruin your birthday as long as he was in your life.

“And then after we eat cake for breakfast we can go get ice cream sundaes, right Baba?” You asked, turning to Bucky with a mischievous grin.

“Well now, I don’t know if I said that-” He started, but Steve cut him off.

“Of course baby. We can do whatever you want, it's your birthday!” He said, and the two of them smothered you with kisses as you dissolved into laughter.

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[lordrandreaming]

Could you maybe write some fluff for Otacon, there is next to nothing of him, I just want him to have someone he loves that doesn’t end up dying tragically, if you need more info for the prompt , I can message

Yes omg!! First request and it's so blessed!! I also 100% agree.. That boy needs some forever love!! And by god he's gonna get it!! You didn't specify headcanon/scenario so im giving you a scenario and gender neutral reader!

Feel free to message me if you have a particular prompt you want me to go off of! I'd love to read it 💙

Hope you enjoy this little scenario i cranked out just now!! Just for you!! :D

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I await to see the day:

The world was unfair to Otacon. He knows this. A little too well.. But he held strong through the worst of it, and was even stronger thanks to you. You supported him through thick and thin, he has you to thank for helping him from straying away from his goals and keeping his head in the game.

He couldn't ask for anyone better than you to be by his side, no matter what. You two have spent years together, side by side, heart to heart.

"I await to see the day you propose to me finally, Hal."

Otacon pauses drinking his black coffee, eyes wide behind his glasses.

"W-what do you mean by that dear?"

You smile at him, he's so cute.

"Just a thought.. Since your too chicken, i went out and got a ring myself."

Otacon and you always joked about how you skipped the ceremony and went right to being married- but this time, your for real.

"Wait. What??"

Otacon stops completely when you pull out a box of velvet.

"Oh my god-.. (Y/N).. You didn't!"

Your smile widens.

"Oh yes i did.. But, i could only afford one ring.."

Otacon looked like he was about to cry, how dare you!!

"(Y/N)!" He whines; "You better not have spent all, if not, most of your money on a ring!!"

You just smile at him.

"Don't worry about that, Hal. I can return it- but i thought it really matched your eyes."

Otacon hides his burning red face in his hands, glasses sitting on his knuckles. Haha.. Knuckle face. You open the box, and he peeks from his fingers as you open it.

The ring was beautiful. Rose gold with petals made of diamond, a large and cut opal sat in the middle. It glinted ever so gorgeous in the light, he squee's with joy.

"(Y/N)!! Oh my STARS! It's amazing!"

You grin at him gleefully.

"Gimme your hand, i thought it looked good on me.. But it'll look even better on you."

Hal has one hand over his mouth and surrenders his other hand to you. You take his hand, and easily slide the ring on his ring finger. Perfect, because you know your boyfriend of many years- now to be spouse, so very well.

He observes the ring on his hand while its held by both of yours. His eyes twinkle with affection behind them and he holds back his tears of joy.

"You like it?"

Otacon's eyes sparkle with utter love and affection as his gaze shifts from his ring, to your eyes.

"I love it, (Y/N). And i love you too-.. So goddamn much. Im the luckiest man alive.. Heh, now i need to go get you a ring."

"Making it official, eh Hal?"

You ask with a sweet, chipper laugh. Otacon can't help his bashful laugh.

"Well- you got me such a wonderful ring, i need to get you one just as good, if not better!"

You return his loving gaze and beam your smile as big as can be.

"I know you'll get one that's just right."

"Only the best for you, my darling. I promise."

Otacon leans over the table, nuzzles into your cheek with his nose, his cheeks red as leaves in fall, before he gently kisses your lips, his hand with the ring on it holding yours back so lovingly.

[eliseitzme]

Candy Apple-KNJ(AMBW)Cp.3

PART OF THE “RED” SERIES

(Candy Apple RED”)

REVISED

WARNING: Cursing

Chapter 3

Y/n Pov

"Wait so you're telling me that I have five days to come up with SIX HUNDRED DOLLARS!"

"Well ...yes?"

"And all of this is just being told to me now? Why wasn't I told this at the beginning of the year?"

"Well, it would have been but you were not here with us for the beginning of the year so I would have thought that your previous school would have told you."

"Okay, is there any way I can take out another loan to pay this later?"

"Well, yes there is, but-"

"Great, I'll do that.” then I interjected.

"Well, there is one problem with that though." He blinked at me.

"And that is?"

"You wouldn't be able to attend graduation with everyone else. Your diploma would be mailed to you whenever we receive the payment."

"Well shit!"

Time skip

20 minutes later

Y/n Pov

After talking to Mr. Min who now brought it to my conclusion that not only do I have college and the future to worry about, but I also have an additional six hundred dollars to take care of. I then decided that that was enough for me in one day. So, after texting Dia and telling her that I was leaving and would tell her what happened later I left school and went home to be in the comforts of my bed.

"ARGgg!" I shouted rolling around in my bed.

I was mid tantrum when a notification came through on my phone talking me out of my fit.

*Notification*

          Verizon MSG: Your account balance of $243.07 is due in three days.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me!"

Scrolling through all my notifications, some were from Instagram, some snap chat, some were reminders of more bills that were all piling on. I scroll until I see the last text message that Jimin had messaged me this morning.

*Message*

                 JBootie:  www.sugababbie.com. Thank me later💙

My finger hovers over the link before I finally press it swallowing all by dignity knowing that I'm doing this because I truly have no other option.

The link sends me to the website with a big SUGABABBIE written at the top in white bubble font. It lists a bunch of information that I have to input, and I sigh realizing that I am really doing this.

It has things like where I live, my ethnicity by age and then my credit card information. I input it cautiously hoping that I don't get scammed, and press enter taking me to the next page.

That page has more questions and for some reason it was when I reached this page that I really understood what I was getting myself into.

I filled in the information and then it took me to another page asking for more information. I would have thought they would have asked for some kind of ID but they thankfully didn't because technically I'm still seventeen until September fourth.

After entering more and more information I was finally done and it sent a link to my phone telling me it would calculate the data and would alert me if I had any matches.

I sat my phone down and took a deep breath and closed my eyes, relishing in the silence and stillness in the room.

Opening my eyes I looked around the one room apartment plus the bathroom and suddenly realized how dirty it all was. There were clothes thrown everywhere. Trash piled up on the table, the sink was filled with dishes and there were all kinds of cosmetics and hair products thrown everywhere.

"Well looks like I've got nothing better to do." I started before getting up and deciding to utilize the little bit of free time I have right now.

Time skip

3 ½ hours

Three and a half hours, that's how long it took for me to get everything cleaned. It was currently two thirty seven in the afternoon and it was about time school would let out and I would be off to work.

Getting ready to go back out I threw on a gray pair of leggings and a black Thrasher T-shirt with red print. I then paired it again with my black vans. With my hair currently in box braids I put it up in a ponytail with two strands hanging on both sides of my face and left the house.

Walking to my job at a cafe on the other side of town I stopped on a bench in a small park when a notification from the SugaBabbies site was sent to my phone.

*Notification*

        *SUGABABBIES*

Clicking on the notification took me to the message reading.

*Message*

         Hello, my name is V and I am your personal consultant from SUGABABBIES. I have reviewed your information and have found a match! Please Msg Yes if you would like to continue.

I typed back a single Yes and then received another message instantly.

After ending the conversation I scroll back through them to find information about my new... "Daddy" God I will never get used to saying that.

"RM? What kind of fucking name is Rm?" I mumbled

"22-30... well at least he is not some old guy. Jesus fuck Hes 6 foot you know what they say about tall guys..." I smirk to myself.

"Wait what the fuck am I thinking Hes a sugar daddy I'm only after his money nothing more don't get ahead of yourself y/n, you still have your whole life ahead of you."

"Well at least he’s looking for company and not sex because that's not going to happen."

*An: Ohh if only knew you girl. 😘 *

"He's Asian... hmm I don't think I've dated an Asian guy before... not that it would matter because we are absolutely not dating."

After reading through the information several times and trying to picture what this mystery guy could look like, a group of high school girls walked past me giggling to each other. It was then when I looked down at my phone and saw the time 3:10.

"Fuck! When did school let out?"

Now having only 20 minutes to get to work I ran as fast as my feet could take me.

AN

Hi, author here. I want to thank you for reading another chapter of Candy Apple. I look forward to reading your comments and hearing your thoughts. Remember to like and follow, also if you see any grammar or spelling errors please make sure to point them out I will not be offended.

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