#i did this instead of doing an exam in spanish

[applezmypiee]

i love tiery n jej sm

WDYT OF MY TIERY GIJINKA GAYS ISNT IT FIRE

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im gonna redraw this

[reginaofdoctorwho]

i don't even know if i WANT to finish nursing at this point, like i fucking hate college rn and it's only an associates program but like. please i am so tired professors let me fucking sleep

[dedeinthewild]

Hey bestie, how are you

Could you pretttty please do an arvid story where he calls his girlfriend and she picks up and is literally at his house having dinner with his family. Lile they love her more than they love him and he gets all pouty and jealous cos they got to spend time with her and she doesnt

hii! I'm ok, thanks for asking, hbu?

I'm having so much fun seeing the messages from all of you and the reactions to the drivers x reader imagines, so a huge thank you is mandatory :)

arvid lindblad x reader, established relationship

~ "are you home?"

2024 had been an emotional rollercoaster for the Brit, who had found himself thrust into the sister formulas of the queen and had triumphed so many times that he had established himself as one of the strongest drivers.

And Campos had noticed. They offered him a contract for the following season alongside the Spaniard Pepe Martí.

Success, however, came with a slew of commitments, which had him traveling much more than he expected, spending less time in one place than he’d have liked.

He’d created so many beautiful memories, had a lot of fun with his teammates and the other drivers, and met incredible fans during race weekends. Yet, deep down, he was always on a plane—often delayed—with a meal deal dinner in hand and a hoodie keeping him warm.

And in moments like that, he felt the absence of his girlfriend more than ever.

Because maybe if she were there, she’d be so anxious about the takeoff that he’d be laughing, teasing her, and maybe even trying to calm her down through tears of amusement.

But instead, he was alone. Next to him sat a businessman with a briefcase who could easily have been a lawyer—or, for all he knew, something more sinister.

“Love💫”—that’s how he had saved her name in his contacts, adding a splash of color to an otherwise monotonous list of names and surnames.

He thought for a second before pressing her name, gazing outside where the wing of the plane merged with the dark Spanish night. In the distance, he could just make out the control tower’s lights.

Maybe he felt a bit foolish admitting he needed to hear her voice, but what was the point in keeping up the façade everyone else loved when she knew him like the back of her hand?

“Hey,” she answered, her voice carrying a smile he could easily imagine.

“Hey.”

“I thought you’d be flying by now.”

“Delayed. They took forever checking boarding passes,” the driver sighed.

“A good forever, it seems,” she teased.

In the background, Arvid heard a familiar sound: the steady chime of bells he knew well but couldn’t quite place.

“How are you doing?” he asked her.

“Happy. I took a break from studying. I was going crazy with exams.”

“It was about time,” he said, fiddling with his passport and settling deeper into the airplane seat.

“And what about you? Did you try those churros I told you about?”

“Yeah, I went with Pepe. They were fantastic.”

He pictured her sitting at a desk, laptop open, writing something she’d likely keep to herself, while her playlist played some classic in the background.

“I wanted to try them with you, though.”

She smiled softly, her heart tightening at the change in his tone. He wasn’t his usual sarcastic self; he sounded a little lonely.

“When you come home, I could try making them.”

“And burn down the kitchen? Not a chance,” he chuckled.

Someone laughed in the background, making him strain his ears to figure out where she was. Her surroundings didn’t sound like the quiet living room of her house in Italy.

“Are you home?” he asked.

“Actually, I wanted to tell you, but I guess I forgot,” she said, switching to speakerphone.

“Say hi!” she said, looking at Arvid’s family, seated around the dining table at his parents’ house just outside London.

Everyone erupted into warm greetings for the driver. When he heard the unmistakable voices of his dad and brother, Arvid let himself relax, closing his eyes to soak in the atmosphere.

“Hi, everyone,” he smiled, imagining how they’d probably invited her over for his mom’s famous lentils and some conversation.

“I’m really sorry. I must have forgotten to tell you.”

“Don’t be, ____. Don’t apologize,” he said, a little emotional, as his mom moved closer to his girlfriend. He could almost picture her resting her hands on her shoulders, trying to figure out if it was a video call or not.

“Hey, my darling, how are you?” his mom asked in her ever-so-sweet voice.

“I’m alive and well, Mom,” he laughed, running a hand through his curls before adjusting his headphones.

“Can I turn this into a video call, or will I bother you?”

“I’m literally having dinner with your family, Arvid,” his girlfriend grinned, switching to video and rotating her phone to landscape mode so he could see her face.

Instead, he saw a piece of home.

There she was, wearing a V-neck long-sleeve shirt, his mom standing just behind her, and the rest of his family at the table with a pot of fondue in the middle.

“You’re treating yourselves, huh?” he joked, waving at his brother, who was devouring a piece of bread.

“We can’t help it when she’s with us,” his dad quipped, making Arvid smile.

“I totally get it,” Arvid said, knowing full well the effect his girlfriend had on anyone she met—and how his family probably loved her even more than they loved him.

“When will you be home?” his mom asked, peering into the camera.

“Two weeks. Just a quick stop at Prema’s.”

They all nodded, chatting a little longer until the flight attendants announced the plane was about to take off.

His family returned to the table, diving back into the fondue with the joy seeing Arvid always brought, while ____ stepped outside into the garden, sitting in the cold with only her shirt to keep her warm.

“You’re going to catch a cold,” he said.

“It’s fine,” she shrugged.

“Are you mad that I’m here?” she asked, the Surrey evening breeze ruffling her hair as she hugged her knees to her chest.

“I could never be mad. At least you’re spending time with them, and they with you.”

She caught the tone in Arvid’s voice and rested her chin on her hand, gazing at him.

“And you’re jealous of that.”

“Not in a bad way.”

“I know, Ar,” she said, wishing she could hug him in that moment.

The bells chimed again, the unmistakable melody making them both smile.

“I could always catch a train when you’re in Grisignano,” she suggested, watching as he tried to avoid being caught by the flight attendants, who were doing their final checks.

“You have school, and you’re already tired.”

“And?” she smiled. “I miss you.”

“You’ve got my mom. She loves you more than she loves me.”

“Can you blame her?” she teased, just as his brother called her back inside to help with dessert.

Arvid blew her a kiss, showing her the view from the plane window.

“You’re being pouty,” she teased.

“Which seat were you sitting in?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.

She didn’t answer, trying to stifle a laugh, knowing exactly whose seat she had taken at the table.

“My seat? Are you serious?”

“I love you,” she laughed, as a flight attendant told him to switch his phone to airplane mode.

“When I catch you…”

And so the plane took off from a Spain that had brought Arvid so much joy, heading toward an Italy he loved.

Meanwhile, she spent time with his family, falling for the place he’d always called home. They just needed to hold on a little longer. Then they’d go back to being the paddock’s weirdest but sweetest couple—though she might not survive the fight for his seat at the table.

~ not proofread or anything, I really hope you like it!

[yanaleese]

if ur fine with nsfw asks, could you maybe do some nsfw headcannons for karma? <3

maybe just the basics like dom/sub, how he acts in the bedroom ect ect (can u tell i never send asks HELP 😭)

if not that's perfectly okay! some sfw ones could be cute too, like his favorite way to cuddle or his love language??

anyways im obsessed with him and had to send in an ask 😪 thank u for blessing me with this wonderful man

LMAO no problem! Also Anon I feel you with the obsession...my friend and I were both simping harder than our willpower to do our exams 😭😭😭😭

Also since this is the first NSFW ask I've decided to split this up into separate posts later on+ a little art to tease your weak heart ❤️. Please enjoy reading what's under the cut.

Content warning: FEMALE reader, HARD explicit smut, detailed kinks such as impregnation, overstimulation, all that good stuff. Please note that this is for 17+ audiences only.

"WAIT! KARMA! THE CAMERA-"

CRASH!!!

Karma Sangre - Normal NSFW:

When Karma is calm and collected, he's the one usually in control. But if you want to play the dom in the relationship, he's happy to step down! Just make sure you let him know, otherwise he'll take that as a challenge and his excuse to fuck the living shit out of you.

Usually before things get steamy, he'll be worshipping your body with kisses and teasing you with all kinds of lewd words from A to Z. When he's horny, he's a lot more talkative, which makes both his raspy voice and soft lips a dangerously sexy combination. It gets even worse when his steamy voice presses against your ears, tempting you into giving in to his lustful wishes.

Once he hears you plead in sexual frustration, he'll begin licking and biting his favorite spots - your earlobe, your tits, your neck. He especially goes after the neck, making sure that your collarbone is left with some bloody bites.

After littering your body in saliva and bites, Karma will book a one-way ticket to Pussyland. To him, missing out on stimulating your clit is missing a chance at seeing you squirm, moan and whimper just by his tongue alone. The piercing on his tongue doesn't help either, as it quickens your climax even further.

Satisfied seeing your pussy drenched in his saliva and your cum, he'll kindly rub your entrance slowly, starting with one digit, and eventually his entire hand. Well, that depends on how long you want to play the 'tough girl' act.

If you decide to go down that route, say your prayers, because your pussy is going to be obliterated...with toys. What, did you think disobedient girls like you get cock? Please. If there's one thing Karma can't turn down is a challenge. By turning down Karma, you lose your privileges of being his personal fleshlight. But hey, at least you can be his personal toyfucker instead!

Now if you decide to be docile, and play the "good girl" act, you can kiss your legs, your pussy and your pride goodbye. With that 7-inch erect cock, your folds will be spasming and tightening so much that it'll drive both you and Karma mad. The poor mattress will be creaking constantly as that veiny cock of his pounds fucking deep into pussy, begging to cum straight into your fertile womb.

Whilst you're struggling to take the pleasure, Karma will be busy murmuring in Spanish about how good you feel as he holds your legs over his shoulder, his huge hands rubbing and licking your aroused nipples before burying his moans in it with words like "Te amo" + "Ven conmigo" and so much more; Duolingo would be so proud of you!

When you're both about to climax, he roughly grabs your chin, pulling you in a tongue-twisting kiss. From the kiss alone, you can already feel your eyes rolling to the back of your head, barely registering the warm, gooey liquid dripping from your pussy to your twitching legs.

As you try to recover by taking deep breaths, you're hit with the reality that your amazing, horny boyfriend is (un)fortunately an amazing bodybuilder with more strength and stamina than your body can take.

Staring at him with a mix of lust and horror, you whine and mewl, sounding like a dying cat. Yes, you loved this sneaky bastard - but dear Lord you needed a break.

"Sleep, Mami. You'll need it." He slurs while caressing the top of your head, playing with a strand of hair. You felt your eyes beginning to close, blotches of darkness dotting your vision instantaneously, as if on command. Narrowing your eyes, you swore you could see his eyes peeking out of his bangs, revealing his dazed yet sinister gaze.

"Because it's a going to be a long night for you and me."

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And thank you Anon, for sending in this ask ❤️.

ALTERNATE VERSIONS - LIGHT VER. + TATTOO-LESS VER.

[graneymar]

hiii, could you write a fic Neymar X fem!reader, when they have been together for like a year and in a sort of a secret relationship, because she is not a famous but a law student, and they wanted their privacy.

she is like 25 and he is 30, I love reading about age gap( but not too much ofc)

you could write about their couple dynamic (including fluff but also some dirty talk and them flirting like a lot) and then they get caught by the paparazzi, and everyone find out about her. Maybe when they were on vacation or something.

idk if you want, but you could also include insta post?? do what you feel it’s right !!

thank u if you will! And sorry for my broken English, I’m Spanish 💕💕

#5. NEYMAR: ONE NIGHT IN IBIZA

SUMMARY: above

WARNINGS: some dirty talk

PAIRING: Neymar x fem!reader

Our relationship was quite complicated. I was an ordinary law student, studying abroad and was in my last year, so I barely had time to spend with my boyfriend, especially due to preparing for the upcoming exams. Neymar, of course, had a really busy schedule and whenever he had a few days off, he took every opportunity to not only visit me, but also his family in Brasil. All these circumstances led to us sometimes not seeing each other for weeks. But if we got to spend some time together, we made sure we would make the best of it. Apart from that, I decided it would be the best for us if we didn't announce our relationship publicly. I wanted to build my career myself and not be "(Your first name + last name), lawyer and Neymar Jrs girlfriend". I didn’t want my professors and other students to treat me differently just because I was dating a famous footballer. Neymar never really liked the idea of us hiding ourselves from everyone, but he respected my decision and told me he would wait until I was ready. Still, he let everyone know he was in a relationship, which led to the press and his fans speculating about who the lucky woman was. Going out in public, we always made sure we were surrounded by the few close friends that knew about us, so no one would assume we went on dates and such.

In conclusion, I barely got to see Neymar, and when I did, I never really got him all to myself. The only time we finally were able to express our love was when we decided to stay at home alone.

"Meu Deus, can you believe it’s already been a year?", Neymar sighed out as my bracelet caught his eyes. For my 25th birthday a couple of months ago, he got me a golden bracelet with our initials and the date we got together engraved. I shook my head chuckling, "Time flies. It really does." Remembering we only had a few more days in peace together, the big smile on my face quickly disappeared. His brow furrowed. "What are you thinking about again?" I turned around when I felt warm tears in my eyes. "Nothing babe, I'm fine", I lied. We were currently on vacation in Ibiza, now on a yacht in the middle of the ocean. I inhaled deeply, watching the waves as I tried to calm down and not break down in tears. He hugged me from behind and placed his head onto my shoulder. "Can we please enjoy the time we have left together before going back to normal?", he mumbled. I blinked a few times, making my tears stay in instead of rolling down my cheeks. "You're right." I turned my head to kiss his cheek. He put on his sweetest smile before letting go of me, smacking my bum. My body twitched for a second. Neymar cheekily smirked and finally turned around, laying down to continue his sunbathe. Without making a move, I simply stood there and watched him relaxing.

A few minutes later Neymar took his sunglasses off, tilting his head to my direction. I saw his eyes going up and down my body. I questioningly raised one eyebrow at him. "You don’t know how bad I want you right now." Playfully I rolled my eyes. He put his hands on his lap, demanding to come and sit on it. I slowly walked up to him, but instead of doing what he wished me to do, I dropped myself right next to him. He smirked because he understood that was my way of teasing him. It was our thing, he loved feeling like he had to "chase" me. His hands tapped a random beat on my thighs. "You know, there’s a bedroom inside. We could spend some time there until we arrive at the port."

"Mhm", I nodded, "And how do you want to spend the time there?" He chuckled before hiding his face into my neck. Feeling his breath already made me get goosebumps all over my skin. "First of all", he started, whispering in a low-tone voice, kissing my neck slowly, "I'll throw you onto the fucking bed, then rip off your bikini, sliding my fingers into you until you can’t help but beg me to finally push him inside you. And…" My eyes rolled back in pleasure. The things he said, his hands going up and down my body, his lips on my neck with his tongue sometimes touching it. Enough to drive me insane already. I bit my bottom lip trying to hold back a moan. One thing I hated about Neymar was, he loved turning me on in public. He loved knowing and seeing him how much I needed him. I wouldn’t go into this bedroom with him now and he knew, but this was his kind of foreplay. I now couldn’t wait to get into our hotel room and he was well aware of that. "And the rest is what you’ll get at home after the party tonight." He pulled away and sat up again, laughing at my pissed off facial expression. I groaned in frustration.

"What party are you talking about?" My eyebrows furrowed. "We promised Cris and Bianca we'd go out clubbing with them tonight, did you forget?"

"Oh, right…", I remembered and pouted my lips, "but I can’t wait for tonight." Neymar grinned and pecked my lips quickly. "Quickie as we get ready maybe?" He winked as I giggled.

Said and done. I actually got what I wanted as soon as we entered the hotel room, but we had to keep it short, too short, since we didn’t have much time to get ready anymore.

Before getting to the club, we decided to eat dinner. "How was it on the yacht?", Bianca asked, while Neymar and Cris were talking about some gaming stuff. "Oh Bi, if you only knew! Even though we were in the middle of nowhere and the only people surrounding us was his staff, you can’t imagine how much I enjoyed it. Finally going out with my boyfriend alone, it almost felt like an ordinary relationship." When I first met Bianca I was afraid she wouldn’t like or even hate me since she was best friends with Bruna, Neymars ex, but she soon turned out to be the most supportive of us. "I believe so. It must be exhausting only being able to feel like a real couple when being home alone. How long do you want to wait to finally announce your relationship?" I shrugged, "I don't know at all to be honest. Actually, I'm tired of hiding, but on the other side, I don't want all my clients coming to me just because they know me through Neymar. I want them to choose me because they value me as their lawyer, not because I possibly could be privileged thanks to my boyfriend." I didn’t even notice Neymar and Cris stopped talking and listened to our conversation. "But are you planning to go back to Paris after you finished studying or are you staying there? You know, staying there would be beneficial for your career", Cris said. I stuttered and looked around as I was thinking of an answer. I felt Neymars eyes on me and of course, he wanted me to come back to Paris and move in with him after I finished my studies, but Cris was right. This was something I never worried about before. Neymar noticed I was getting nervous and put his hand on mine. "That’s not a topic for today, we have enough time to think about it later", he stated and threw me a soft smile. Bianca and Cris agreed and changed topics.

Entering the club, we had some drinks before finding ourselves on the dancefloor. Whenever Neymar and I danced, we were careful so we would not get too close. Bianca was always jumping in between us when she thought we went too far. However, we had the time of our lives and actually got drunk at some point. I went to the bar to get us some drinks and scrolled through my instagram for you page while waiting, when an article about Neymar and Bruna Marquezine caught my eye. They were writing about how perfect they were, why they broke up, etc. According to them, Neymar broke up with Bruna because she refused to move to Paris for him, she prioritised her own career. My heart stopped for a second the moment I remembered Cris' question. Hundreds of thoughts ran through my mind. How were Neymar and I supposed to maintain our relationship if I decided I would not go back to Paris? He broke up with Bruna after being together for such a long time, no doubt he would leave me too. My breathing got heavier. I tried to organise my thoughts, but all I was able to think of was Neymar leaving me sooner or later. "Are you okay?", the barkeeper asked, placing the drinks right in front of me. I realised tears were rolling down my cheeks. I wiped them away rapidly. "Uh yeah, I'm fine. Thank you." Bianca made her way to me in order to help me with the drinks. I needed to get out of there. "Bi, I'll go home now. I'm not feeling well", I told her. She looked slightly confused and observed me for a few seconds. "Did something happen? You were laughing and dancing like five minutes ago." I shook my head from left to right and grabbed my clutch. "No, nothing happened. I'm just tired and probably drank a little too much", I answered and faked a smile as I stepped away from her after saying goodbye. Right when I got out of the club, I felt someone pulling me back by my shoulder. "Y/N!", I recognised Neymar shouting after me, "Y/N, why do you want to go home? What’s wrong?" I kept looking at the ground, I didn’t want him to see my wet cheeks. "Tired and drunk. Just need to sleep", I shortly replied after swallowing hard. "You are not drunk. At least not that drunk. I know somethings bothering you. What is it? Talk to me."

"Let’s discuss it later, Ney. Go have fun. I just need some rest", I answered and was about to turn around again, but Neymar held me back. "Hey, don’t act like that now. If you're leaving, I'm leaving." I shook my head. "No Ney, please."

"Yes I will, Y/N. If you want to stay mad for I don’t even know what…", he began, but I quickly interrupted him. "I'm not mad, Neymar, at least not at you." His facial expression showed he was completely lost. "If you’re not mad at me, who are you mad at then? Can you now please tell me what happened, did someone say or do anything?" He kept on asking questions until I couldn’t hold it back any longer. "I'm mad at myself because I don’t know if I can give you what you want and this will make you break up with me sooner or later and I hate myself for letting it go this far but I can’t help it because I'm fucking selfish and… and… I just don’t know what to do." Neymars eyebrows furrowed, he was unable to speak and had a hard time understanding what I was saying inbetween the sobs. "W-Why would I… why would I break up with you? Why are you selfish? What the hell are you even talking about?" I sighed out loud. "What was the reason you broke up with Bruna Marquezine?" This question was enough for him to understand what all this was about. "Y/N, that was a whole other story. Bruna kept on promising me things she wouldn’t do. When you and I got together I knew exactly what I was getting myself into - I wanted this, and I still do. We have a whole year to think about what to do and if you decide to go for your career, I will gladly support you. It’s not like you’re making empty promises." I couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down my face. "Neymar, I know you want a family, I know you want someone to come home to everyday. I, on the other side, don’t even know anything anymore. I don’t know if I want to go for my career, damn sometimes I don’t even know if I want to be a lawyer. But what I surely don’t want is you to waste your time on me when I have no idea what I am doing with my life." His eyes filled with sadness before he hugged me tightly. "Meu amor, you're in your mid-twenties. It’s a confusing time. Some of your friends have their own business, others are married or having kids. No matter what you are doing now, you feel like somethings missing, like you are missing out on something. You feel pressured, I get that. You have to make some of the most important decisions in your life right now, you’re afraid to go the wrong way. But you, my love, are an intelligent, smart, independent woman. I know you will make the right decisions. And no matter what you choose to do, I will be with you." He gave me a short yet passionate kiss. "Being in your mid-twenties is shit, trust me, I know." I quietly chuckled. "Stop talking like you're my grandfather, you're five years older than me." Neymar laughed as he softly wiped my almost dried tears away with his thumb. "All I'm saying is I know exactly what it feels like to think that no matter what you do, it’s wrong. And I want to be the last person to make you feel pressured." Without saying a word, I put my hands around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. "Te amo", I whispered.

"Eu te amo tanto, Y/N", he remained silent for a moment, "Still wanna go home?" I nodded. Neymar went inside to get our stuff and tell Bianca and Cris we're leaving. Meanwhile, I went on instagram again. "What the fuck", I murmured as I saw myself on my for you page. There were photos and videos of Neymar and me outside the club, hugging and kissing. They had to be taken just a few minutes ago. I turned around to Neymar staying behind me already. "We fucked up. I didn't even check if there were any paparazzi", he said looking at my phone screen. As I refreshed the page in shock, I saw even more pictures of myself. "How did they get those?" "Oh, I have these on my story", Neymar admit. He loved presenting me everywhere, even though he didn’t show my face. I raised an eyebrow at him and checked his instagram story.

"I haven’t even seen these pictures. Why didn’t you show me? They're good." He smiled watching his story on my phone. "You know what will even be better now? Not hiding your gorgeous face anymore." My phone started buzzing. I got endless instagram notifications, Neymars fans following me, liking my pictures and commenting on them. First thing I noticed was most comments were complimenting and congratulating me. "Your fans are fast as fuck." Neymar laughed, "See, they love you already."

[jayden-killer]

DREAMS ARE MY REALITY. (pt.2)

part 1

What would happen if your favourite fictional character appeared in your bed...?

A/N: hellooo! Part 2 is finally here! 🙌 exams finished!! So now, full focus on my tumblr blog, heheh. This time chapter is longer. As always, just the reminder that I'm not a native English speaker, so you might find some errors. If you do, point them out to me! Enjoy the reading.~

Warnings: mention of the traumatic life of Miguel (both comics and movie), kinda derealisation if you hint it?, angst haha :)

Taglist (write me down in the comments if you want to be added!): @strxngegirl @d1lf-loverrr @laysmt @musicalhistorical @souichi-sbitch

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«You!»

I pressed the pillow against him, ready for any movement from the muscular man in front of me. His unkempt hair and a remnant of drool at the corner of his mouth confirmed my previous suspicions: he had fallen asleep in my bed. But how could he be divine even in that way? My eyes fell on his clothing: the holographic Spider-man suit was still on the young man. And he noticed my gaze fell there, then brought his attention back to me.

«Why are you pointing a pillow at me? It's not even a weapon».

«Ha, ha» faked a laughter, «That's is...amusing. How did you end up in my house, Miguel O'Hara? Did you fly with your webs through the window? Do you come from the roof of the building?»

And how do you know that my name is Miguel?" The man slowly approached me, losing his self-doubt demeanor that he had until recently, and I threatened him again with the pillow, lifting it up more as a reminder. «Stop there» My finger pointed to a precise point in the room, «First: what are you doing here. Second: how can you be real?»

«Are you answering my question with another question? Seriously?» Miguel's hands found place on his hips, and his eyebrow rose. I felt I was being watched too much by his eyes, which menacingly scanned me from head to toe.

«I'm in charge here, whether you like it or not, I make the rules here. Now, answer»

A snort left Miguel's lips. He rolled over more than once, shaking his head as if he was trying to find the right words. Well, a clear and comprehensive explanation didn't seem bad.

«Alright. I don't know how it happened, apparently my Gizmo started showing signs of instability as I traveled through the multiverse. The destination was marked for Earth-42. At the last minute, this maldito reloje decided to take me up to Earth-199999» Silence fell between us. I pushed the pillow aside, sitting on the edge of my bed to better focus on Miguel's bizarre story. The man seemed to mutter something in Spanish, but it was hard to decipher what he had said. He continued to look at me without looking away. «I was catapulted into this universe. The portal threw me onto the hood of a truck and the driver, seeing me, almost threw the truck into the wall. Luckily I managed to fly out of there with my webs».

«May I know then why did you come to my house?»

«I'm not done yet.»His eyes narrowed. I gulped fearfully. The man took a deep breath and continued to tell his story. «As I was saying, I flew away immediately. I wandered the streets for a while, and I saw how different your universe is from mine. The means of transport, the buildings, the people. I was tired, my strength was out of me. Your building was the closest. And your window was open. Besides, I would never hurt you. I'm a Spider-Man after all.»

«Yes, but you still attacked a fifteen-year-old boy because he didn't listen to you.»

«What?»

«What?» I laughed embarrassed. «Okay, I get it big boy. So you had a good sleep in my house, good, but now you should reall-Hey! What are you doing?»

«How can I be a giant poster hanging on your bedroom wall?» His was more than a legitimate question. I would have felt uncomfortable (and also quite lost) if I suddenly saw a poster with my face on it. I wouldn't have liked it at all. Even though Miguel was handling it well. I noticed how his head didn't move an inch, but he instead showed a surprised look at finding himself in poster form.

«Well, it's a long story...» I began.

«I have all the time in the world».

At that moment I looked at Miguel, then at the poster again and heaved a long sigh.

«What I'm trying to say is...you shouldn't be real». I put much more emphasis on the last word. Oh, God. Things were taking a turn for the worse. How could he believe what I was about to tell him? He had always felt real, but to me, he has always been part of the fictional world. It was just a drawing, yet he was here. How was all this possible? He was way beyond the multiverse.

«Miguel, I know it may seem strange to you, but you're part of a movie, you're a comic book character. You're...».

I couldn't.

I didn't want to make him feel like someone out of this world. I already understood what he had been through before. The loss of his mother, his brother Gabriel, the abuse from his father, and even the loss of his daughter, Gabriella. To tell him that it was just pure fiction, an invention of some brilliant mind would have been... not right. But Miguel wasn't stupid and he immediately grasped what I wanted to tell him. His gloved hand curiously and delicately traced his figure on the piece of paper. He shook his head, almost as if I were telling an unfunny joke. I couldn't blame him. I would have reacted way worse than the man. It was at that moment that I noticed the man in question ran a hand through his brown hair and swallowed hard, his back to me the entire time. In the meantime, worried, I was playing with the edges of my nightgown, with the fear that he might tear me to pieces.

«I feel real». His voice boomed off the walls. And I looked up to notice strange movements. «I am true. Even if all this creates a lot of...confusion for me».

«Miguel, you deserved to know...» I broke into the conversation, trying to find valid explanations. «I had to...»

«No». He held up a hand to stop me. A moment of silence followed. «You did the right thing. Being Spider-man also leads to these consequences... doesn't it?». It didn't seem that the sentence was addressed to me, but more to him.

«Maybe you need to take a shower, yes?». I tried to change the subject, my tone going from concerned to persuasive. «I have some clothes left here by my brother in case of an emergency. Maybe they'll fit a little short on the shoulders, but they'll have to go».

Without saying anything, Miguel nodded, then asked me where the bathroom was, so he could freshen up.

«Take your time, so don't rush-»

Slam!

Shit. What did I do?

[gardenvinussfw]

i say your ford joins bill and take young stan au idea and it got me wondering if bill did do what ford ask just to help him get Stanley without killing or hurting anyone how will young ford react? will this alternate young ford mindset on what he wants to do in life, and he will be focusing on finding his brother with the help of weirdness instead of understanding it because of six fingers?

Hello! I'm glad you came by for this idea! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️💮💮

Regarding your question, originally Ford was just passing through that timeline, however, he arrived right at the moment when Stan was homeless because of Filbrick due to the fact that Stanley failed an exam.

So he decides to take Stanley for himself, Bill is the one who decides to end the existence of the family. Regarding the Ford child, he was thinking of making him disappear along with the family but Bill wouldn't want that, so he proposes the idea of taking that Ford too, but old!Stanford rejects it because he only wants to have Stanley with him.

So he leaves little Ford alone, it's not until Ford grows up and meets Bill that he realizes what really happened, he tries to bring his Stanley back because of Bill's conviction.

So from there a kind of loop is created. I really want to delve deeper into that idea, but only as a help so that Stanley receives more love which was denied to him because of Filbrick; So it's all going to focus on that and how Stan is losing his fear of old!Ford and starting to see him differently.

Also, I'm sorry if my English is a mess, I speak Spanish and my English grammar is a mess.

[kayleighjennifer]

Study time (Ona Batlle x reader)

⚠️smut⚠️

Ona watched you carefully as you sit at your desk, studying for your upcoming exam. “You know Ona, it doesn’t matter how much you’re starring at me, it won’t make the time go faster” You chuckle out at Ona’s burning stare.

She pouts “But I want your attention. Those stupid numbers don’t deserve it. Besides why the heck do you need that much math while studying to be a therapist?” You bite your lip and try to continuing studying. “I don’t know babe, but I can not fail this exam”

“But you don’t need to work anyways. You can be my hot housewife” Suddenly Ona is standing behind you and you can feel her breath on your ears. “Ona, let me study for one hour okay? After that you will have my full attention”. Ona plants some kisses at your neck but nods. “Fine, I will set a timer”.

Ona leaves the room and tries everything to distract herself, but you’re looking way too hot with the messy bun and those glasses. It doesn’t help at all that you’re wearing her shorts and a ManU hoodie. She starts doing the dishes and even makes the laundry but after 30 minutes she can’t seem to find a good tasks besides teasing you.

Your heart stops when you suddenly light kisses on your neck. “Oh my god, Ona! I nearly had a heart attack” You breathe out, making Ona chuckle.

“I’m bored cariño” She whines. “Be patient, only twenty minutes are left love” You sigh. You’d rather feel her touches all over your body than studying. Ona ignores you and instead leaves lovebites all over your neck. Her actions make you moan and you put your pen down.

“Ona, I really need to study, I have to take the-“ You can’t finish your sentence due to Ona turning you around and pressing her lips onto yours harshly. You give up and kiss her back, grabbing her hairs harshly. When you tuck on her hair, she moans into the kiss and you take the opportunity to push your tongue into her mouth.

Ona parts the kiss and innocently asks you if you can explain the math topic to her. “Are you serious right now? First you make out with me and then you expect me to be able to study normally?” Ona simply nods and smirks. “You’re unbelievable Batlle”.

You stand up to grab a glass of water for yourself, but then you return, Ona is sitting on your chair, waiting for you. “First stealing my breath and then my chair Batlle? I think that’s not very gentleman like”. Ona just signals you to sit down on her lap.

“You need to study sweetheart, come sit on my lap and then you can continue”. You do as you’re told and Ona quickly puts her arm around your waist.

You try to concentrate on the numbers in front of you, but it’s nearly impossible due to the fact that you’re sitting on your hot Spanish girlfriend’s lap, who’s leaving hot kisses all over your neck. “hmh amore, continue with your studying or I’ll stop”.

You don’t want Ona to stop so you randomly write some things down. You gasp when Ona puts her hand into your pants, slowly stroking your clit. “Ona” You manage to breathe out.

“Y/N, I might not be the smartest in maths but I definitely know that 5 x 7 is 35 and not 30. You need to really concentrate. Finish your task properly and I might reward you”. You get flustered but nod, growing even more excited.

“Good girl”. Ona starts to finger you but you give your best to end the task as fast as possible. “Fuck Ona, I’m coming” You moan loudly, arousing the Spanish woman even more. “Come all over my fingers for me cariño”. She breaths and leaves hickeys behind your ear.

Just as you finish the task, Ona rides out your orgasm. “You did so good baby girl, let’s move to the bed, shall we?”. You get carried to your bed and Ona quickly removes your pants. “You look so good in my hoodie baby”. Her comment makes you blush.

“Please Ona, I need you”. Ona quickly moves down, pressing harsh kisses onto your clit, making you shiver. Then she starts to eat you out and to praise you even more.

The mixture of both quickly makes you come. Ona looks at you with red checks adoringly. “I love you Ona” You smile out. “I love you too, amore”

[grits-galraisedinthesouth]

Meghan, thy name is PATHETIC!

These two numpties truly think they have outsmarted the world. Normal people don't repeatedly attempt to fool the world into thinking they are "whip smart" or accomplished by regurgitating childhood and adolescent fantasies. Meghan and Harry are clearly mentally deficient individuals with massive amounts of resources to serve as global court jesters.

During a festival that had absolutely NOTHING to do with the Temu Royal Snowcation 🌨 ❄ Tour, these idiots dashed on the stage to CYA after MegaLiar's poor performance as the "FLUENT duchess" who couldn't be bothered to memorize the pronunciation of their host's proper title: /bee-seh-preh-see-dehn-teh/ but the whip smart MegaLiar referred to her new amiga as /v-ICE / 😬🤦‍♀️

Sparry who has a hot & heavy bromance with Argentinean polo player named Nacho pretended that he was too dumb to say a simple thank you and good night to the crowd. He enlisted the help of his soap actress wife (who snatched the mic) for the Spanish "translation" as if the croud was too dumb to translate the simple English phrase for themselves.

Who is going to tell these idiots that even if she is the bilingual Duchess (which she's not) it would NOT make her special. You'd think the woman could speak Mandarin. 🥴

How pathetic 🤑

MegaLiar's need to overwhelm the internet with a lie about her being bilingual is just another reminder that this woman is a 1 trick pony with 1 ADULT accomplishment: sex with a drug addled brained prince. Sex with a dumb prince. Truly Pathetic.

What is Meghan Markle so desperate to Cover Up for the past 20 years? She literally flunked out of the state department before she could even get her foot in the door, yet she is constantly pushing & promoting "Argentina." She was humiliated into "relocating" to Madrid until her graduation ceremonies. Makes me wonder whether or not those sugarbaby rumors are true?

If she worked in Argentina "early in her career," then why is Meg pictured on the set of General Hospital so she could gain the necessary credentials to work Hollyweird?

She's also pictured with another liar, her BFF Lindsay Roth Jordan, on the day they both graduated from Northwestern as "candidates for degrees in Communications."

The Daily Mail:

Newlywed and newly employed on Season 1 of Suits, and during promo for Season 2 she drops the lie about Argentina. Makes you wonder what else was happening in Argentina.

2011 and Just Married to Trevor Engleson. Finally she booked her 1st TV series, and she's visibly embarrassed by 1 innocent question. She opted to lie. She reached all the way back to ten (10)+ years ago instead of simply saying, "...5 years ago I was looking for work." What are you hiding Megsy?🤔

She couldn't believe the question, "...what was I doing five (5) years ago?" She was embarrassed by 34 episodes as Season 2 Deal or No Deal model # 24 (2006-2007) would have been 8ish years ago so tell the truth Meg.

July 12th 2013 Promotion for one of her blog affiliates "Birchbox" just prior to dumping Trevor. "If I wasn't acting I would most likely be working in politics have a career in politics. I had been working at the US Embassy in Argentina and was certain I'd get into a career in foreign service much like my character Rachel it was really tough for me to pass the foreign service exam, Rachel had trouble passing the LSATs, end up coming back to LA for a break and a friend of mine from college had given a manager a student film that I did, he called me the next day and was like you know what, I think you should be acting. So if you're constantly just on your A game and you're ready for when that moment arises that's when things can take off in a much bigger way. Success is reachable."

She wrote this for Birchbox: "USA's SUITS is one of our top summer TV shows—not least for its awesome female characters. While the guys of Pearson may rule the roost, it's the ladies who steal the show. Case in point: the whip-smart Rachel Zane, played by Meghan Markle. We sat down with Markle to find out about her foodie favorites, her background in Foreign Service, and the one beauty product..."

More lies on the red carpet

Mid Season 2 Promo at The Paley Center for Media Jan 14th 2013

"And I read that you were never originally going to go into acting!?"

Lies: "no I was gonna do politics...I grew up in LA so I grew up in this industry and obviously loved entertainment, my father's a lighting director I just always wanted to do something different and working in politics was exciting for me but I'm saying as we were driving up 2 blocks down the street is paper source. I used to teach gift wrapping classes there. I used to teach calligraphy classes there and so to be here tonight and to see that contrast happen in my life from an auditioning actress just trying to make it work to pilot after pilot to have one that's going into 3rd season with fans who are so supportive I mean I couldn't be more grateful. It's really amazing."

Almost 8 years later and she's on Craig Ferguson's show to promote Suits and still lying about her education and Argentina. Why?

I've always thought it was interesting that Meghan and Sparry were in Argentina around the same time, and of course Diana was there in 1995.

"On 23 November 1995, Diana, Princess of Wales arrived in Argentina to begin a historic, four-day visit to the South American country. While not an official state visit, the trip was undertaken by Diana in her newly-defined role as goodwill ambassador for Britain. The visit, which was the Princess of Wales' first international engagement since her controversial Panorama interview, was seen as an important step in the warming of relations between the UK and Argentina, the countries having fought one another in the Falklands War of 1982 and resumed diplomatic relations in 1990. The footage featured in this edit covers the full four days of Princess Diana's visit, including her famous meeting with Argentine president Carlos Menem, her visits to a number of charities and hospitals in Buenos Aires, whale-watching in Argentine Patagonia, and attending a charity gala banquet."

Prince Harry cuts short visit to Argentina.

Thursday, November 25th 2004 

Twenty year old Prince Harry flew back to London from Buenos Aires Thursday afternoon after the Argentine press revealed he had become a “head ache” for those responsible for his security.

Apparently the Prince was scheduled to return next week but Buckingham Palace decided to anticipate the date given the adverse press coverage he was receiving during his alleged "night incursions" to local pubs and discos.

Although British Airways desk said any information relating to Prince Harry was "confidential", from early hours the reinforcement of security measures in Ezeiza's airport was evident.

Local reports indicate Prince Harry boarded the plane in good humour.

The second son of the Prince of Wales arrived in Argentina November 12 and was staying in estancia "El Remanso" close to the town of Lobos in the province of Buenos Aires belonging to some British friends, where supposedly he was to take polo classes and rest before returning to England for Christmas and Sandhurst military academy next January.

However his sport activities in Argentina were known to be limited since the prince had an injured knee from a recent rugby match.

Mayor of Lobos, Gustavo Sobrero minimized the press versions about Prince Harry's behaviour, particularly last Wednesday early morning when shots were heard in a nearby farm which forced a quick security response in the area.

"This visit hasn't altered normal life in the area. Besides it is quiet common during the hunting season to hear shots", said Mr. Sobrero.

As to Prince Harry's alleged night escapades to town pubs Mr. Sobrero indicated that "as far as we are concerned we haven't been informed".

According to Buenos Aires daily "Página 12" on his return from town partying Prince Harry was in quite "bad condition" given his "uncontrolled consumption of alcohol".

[flyingwargle]

iwaizumi stands in front of his mirror, phone in one hand, the other running through his hair. he has his notes open, english words typed across the screen. he knows what each word means, how they're spelled, how they sound. when it comes to speaking, however...

he takes a breath and stares at his reflection with the same intensity as preparing for a jump serve. with a quick glance at his phone, he quirks his lips into a smile and speaks in english. "hi, my name is iwaizumi haji- wait." he frowns. given name first. he tries again. "hi, my name is hajime iwaizumi. it's nice to meet you."

the words feel awkward on his tongue. his vowels are too exaggerated, words slurred together. he clears his throat. "hi." his voice rises in pitch. "my name is hajime. it's nice to meet you." ugh. it's obvious that english isn't his mother tongue, but he sounds like he's barely spoken it, which isn't wrong, but that's not the impression that he wants to give, especially in america.

iwaizumi falls onto his bed with a groan. going to school overseas remained a dream until he decided to make it a reality during his second year of high school. aside from classroom learning, he attended a weekly english class, but stopped to focus on volleyball after losing the inter-high prelims. now that their last chance has come and passed, it's about time that he picked up where he left off.

and damn does it sound like he lost all his progress from before.

his other skills are solid. listening - he's been watching american shows with subtitles since middle school. writing - he's been translating his homework as practice since the start of high school, along with the comics that he started reading. speaking, however, is a different beast because of how few opportunities he has to practice.

he scrolls through his notes, where he's saved other phrases that he'll need for university life. is this the right classroom? do you know where the washroom is? can you please repeat that? he even has volleyball-related terminology, just in case he decides to try out for the team.

but something tells him that he'll be busy enough, especially with the language barrirer.

his phone buzzes with notifications, but he dismisses them and stands back up. facing the mirror, he takes in a breath. "good afternoon." draw out the vowels longer. pronounce the Rs clearer. "nice weather today." he has no idea when he'll use that, but it's good to have, anyway. he scrolls to practice other phrases. "excuse me, do you know where this classroom is?"

his arm falls to his side as he stares at himself. heat rushes to his cheeks, and he grits his teeth, tosses his phone aside. he practically yells at his reflection. "hello! my name is hajime! i'm from japan! it's nice to meet you!"

that's when his bedroom door opens and a sing-song reply in english responds to him. "it's nice to meet you too!"

"jesus christ!" iwaizumi jumps, glaring at oikawa, who shows himself in. "how did you get in here?"

oikawa gives him a look. "i've had a key to your house since kindergarten. did all that english make you forget?"

"no, i...why are you here?"

"mattsun asked if we wanted to join him and makki for ramen. you didn't reply, so i came over to ask."

iwaizumi deflates, falling onto his bed. "no, thanks. my mom is making dinner."

oikawa sits beside him. "okay, i'll let him know we'll come next time."

"...what do you mean 'we'?"

"you clearly need me to help you practice your english! your accent is awful, iwa-chan."

he grits his teeth. while he'd score higher on written and listening tests, oikawa passed the oral exams with flying colors. "aren't you going to argentina? don't you need spanish instead?"

"english is the language of the world. i'll need it eventually." oikawa waves a flippant hand. "besides, how much spanish do you know? exactly." he smirks at iwaizumi's silence. "so, let's stick with english."

"okay." iwaizumi fiddles with the edge of his blanket, suddenly shy. they'd spoken in english to each other before, but there would always be a topic and vocabulary to use. the real world has no such parameters, no limits as to what can be said or how. "what...what should we talk about?"

"anything." oikawa shrugs. "just like how we always talk, but in english." he switches gears, as seamless as his tosses. "what's your mom making for dinner?"

"she's...making curry," iwaizumi answers slowly. he can envision all the words in his mind, knows how to arrange them into sentences, but when he speaks, they become wobbly, hesitant. "her vegetable curry is pretty good."

"i know, right? i love how it's both sweet and spicy. my mom would never put apples in her curry." oikawa falls onto the bed, and iwaizumi joins him, both of them staring at the ceiling. "do you think you'll play volleyball in america?"

"i want to, but don't know if i can."

"why not?"

he gestures at himself. "i'm not tall enough. the other guys will probably be better than me. i'll be busy trying to understand my homework."

"you understand more english than me. i think you'll be fine. you can tell them you were the ace in high school!"

“that isn’t a term americans know, idiot.”

“wow, you know how to swear?”

“you’d be surprised, shittykawa.”

“mean! iwa-chan, that’s mean!”

he chuckles. “i picked it up from all those shows we watched.”

“oh, yeah. i forgot about them.” oikawa has a smile on his face. “you wanted this for a long time, huh?”

“yeah. i guess i did.”

they keep the conversation going, all the way until iwaizumi’s mom returns home and shouts for him to help. “coming!” he calls back, jaw snapping shut when he realizes he said it in english. oikawa gives him a look as he remains still, shocked. “oh.”

“see?” oikawa prods him, switching back to japanese. “you’ll be fine. your accent is still terrible, though.”

“shut up.” iwaizumi shoves him before he rises to his feet. he catches his eye in the mirror, watches his friend grumble and stand behind him. oikawa looks up at his voice. “let’s do it again tomorrow?”

“sure. we can even rope in mattsun and makki.”

“they’re so bad at english.” iwaizumi chuckles, remembering how they complained about the exams last term. he pushes the door open, gestures for oikawa to follow. “thanks. for helping, i mean.”

“any time, iwa-chan.”

[vimara00]

How a relationship with Shoto Todoroki would develop by Vi ✨

Hi everyone, It's Vi! ✨ Today I was thinking about how would a relationship with Shoto be like so I wrote this. Hope u enjoy! ☺️ (Again, I'm sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language 🙏🏻)

Warnings: none, just fluff

All character reservations to Horikoshi

Strangers to friends

• When you both entered the U.A, Shoto wasn't interested in making friends as his mission was to supperpass Endeavour. He didn't have time for things as trivial as establishing relationships and he made it known to everyone around him. However, everything changed when he scored a low grade at the spanish exam. He actually thought he could manage that class easily without help but it didn't seem like it and that really damage his self-esteem. Aizawa already knew Shoto would've a negative reaction so he suggested to asked his classmates for help and let's just say, the idea didn't thrilled him. Everybody was asking Yaoyoruzu, Bakugou or Deku for help but he was too proud to asked them. He would figured out something by himself.

• Shoto spent the whole week reading Spanish books but he just couldn't grasped the concept. Also, his irritation grew more as his classmates were progressing faster that him (thanks to the tutoring lessons they were given)

One afternoon in particular, Shoto was in the library working on some exercises when one girl from his class appeared. She grabbed a book and sat down near him. As much as he would like to say he couldn't care less about her, he definitely knew who she was. Her name was y/n, she had an air manipulation quirk and a very distracting face. And by "distracting", he meant "the prettiest face he's ever seen" and what bother him so much it's that, more often than not, he would give quick glaces her way during class and completely forget what he was doing.

Shoto has never been able to make friends as his father always put training above more mundane things so he had cero social skills. So this "attraction" he felt towards her was also something he had never experienced before and even he wanted to get closer to her, he just didn't know how so instead, he did his best to ignore her. However, it was kind of difficult as she definitely was the nicest person he's ever meet.

• y/n saw he was struggling with some spanish exercises and offered to help as it was her first language so it was easy for her and eventhough he declined her offer many times, she helped him anyway. It was actually the best decision she could ever make as not only he got on of the highest scores in class but also, Shoto finally let her get closer to him even if he still had this "unapproachable actitud". And that's how their friendship started and honestly, everybody was shocked that the 1A's rain of sunshine was friends with Todoroki.

• At first it was only saying hi to each other, sitting together at lunch and training together. However, over time, Shoto warmed up to her (and also to others) so they hung out at y/n's bedroom where they watched movies and also had this tradition where they would go to different restaurants or cafe every month.

• After the Sports festival, Endeavour offered y/n to do a internship at his agency along with his son but, for Shoto's relief, she said no as she went to pro hero Hawks agency. Eventhough he would've liked to spent more time with her, he wanted to keep his father away from y/n and her quirk. He felt the need to protected her but little did he know that wasn't just him being connected with but something else; something more deeper and he was about to find out...

Friends to lovers

• Fuyumi invited Shoto's friends, Izuku and Bakugou, to have dinner at their house but Endeavour and her were not expecting someone else to appeared after they all were at the table. Shoto had sent a last minute message to invite y/n but didn't want to tell his sister beforehand as she would've pushed the topic and, honestly, he wasn't ready to rationalized those feelings. Because lately, he's been feeling this kind of excitement every time he caught a glimpse of her, smiling a lot more when she was around and his breath was taken away when she would put her head on his shoulder or held his hand. He could be dense sometimes but he wasn't an idiot, deep down he knew this meant something else but was too coward to act on it. Everybody was shocked to see the young lady as Shoto was someone who kept his private life for himself. Izuku, Bakugou, y/n and him survived the tense situation and where about to head home but not before Fuyumi did an interrogation to Shoto about this new friend of his. Her sixth sense told her little brother was in fact, in love with the e/c girl. It was just too obvious! his sister noticed how his normally "irritated face" (because of Endeavour) light up when y/n arrived or how he was always attentive and paying attention to what she did or what she was saying. Also, when she asked y/n if she was Shoto's girlfriend he did not denied but blushed instead. So she really hoped his brother could be happy with her and treat her right

(Of course Fuyumi gave y/n her number for exchanging recipes and update her about his little brother)

•One particularly day, during training, Izuku and y/n were sparing together, something very unusual as she always trained with Todoroki. At first, he thought that maybe she just wanted to try fighting with other quirks (eventhough theirs work perfectly together) so he kept going with his day as usual. However, when she sat next to Midoriya at lunch and were having a very animated conversation, he started to feel a bit irritated but didn't say anything. That night, he had been so busy that he ended up showering really late. As he was walking to his room, he saw y/n coming out of Midoriya's bedroom and when she realised he just caught her, her eyes widened and she nervously said goodbye to him and left in a hurry. Oh, Shoto saw red! If it wasn't for the fact that Deku had closed his door quickly, he would definitely be freezed by now. He didn't like this feeling of pure range but he couldn't help it. Since when they got along so well? What was so fascinating about Midoriya that everybody fell to his feets? Gosh he prayed she didn't like his friend like that cause he didn't know what he would do. All this interaction lighted up an alarmed that remainded him that she won't wait forever, that he needed to confess before he lost her to someone else

• Shoto couldn't sleep that night, planning his confession and imagining possible scenarios and reactions to it. He didn't know if she felt something more than a friendship and honestly, he was scared shirtless cause he didn't want to lose their great friendship, he wouldn't known what to do with himself if y/n rejected him. He couldn't go back to how his life was before her appeared in it and made it worth living beyond a revenge. And, eventhough he was terrified of her response, it was better than to keep those feelings bottled. So the next morning he left a letter on her desk saying he needed to talked to her and that they should met at the school's terrace.

• Once she stood in front of him, he didn't let her ask any questions and just went straight to the point (as he always did) "Look y/n, the reason I called you here today was because something's been bothering me for a while. You and my feelings for you. Since we first spoke, I thought you were too good to be actually true and when you became my friend, I felt blessed to have someone I can trust and who doesn't judge me. Someone who taught me that it's ok to cry sometimes and that my feelings are valuable. I even started to opened up more to others. And all thanks to you! I'm not gonna lie, when I saw you with Midoriya yesterday, my heart hurt cause the thought of being so close to you yet losing you, was just too much. I know I'm being selfish. You deserve someone who has no trouble expressing their emotions or someone who isn't carrying childhood scars that haven't healed yet (emotionally speaking) Maybe you should be with someone as nice as Midoriya" he paused and continued "but what I'm trying to say is that, if you ever feel anything for me that makes you appreciate the good things above all the bad things I have, I swear to love you with my heart and soul. Take it both of them, it's full of you. Take all of me y/n, I'm already yours anyway... It's ok if you don't reciprocate, I mean you don't -" And Shoto was definitely not expecting for her to kiss him but he won't complain. The kiss was a bit clownsly as they were inexperienced but it was beautiful because they loved each other and they would've time to learn. From that day, Shoto kept his promise to loved her and protect her and he felt in love with her every day all over again.

[thefangirlfever]

Workaholic (a Miguel O'hara fanfic, NSFW)

So... I may have had thoughts...

To celebrate my last exam of the month, I decided to post this story. Once again I'm not a native English speaker and I'm still learning on how to write smut. Hope you can stand the mess!

Content warning: MDNI

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Summary: You and Miguel are both Spider people and you might be more attracted to one another than you acknowledge it. Things take an interesting turn during one night in his office...

Tags: Smut, F/M, fingering, breast play (kind of), no mention of condom use (wrap it up before you hit it up!), office sex, just an other soft and smitten Miguel, consent is key, praise words

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Behind the closed doors of his office, no one could know what Miguel was doing, especially at this ungodly hour. No one else was working at this time of the night. Well, no one else except you. You didn’t have no choice since an anomaly was signaled and you had to act on time before it destroyed Brooklyn. And just like every time, Spider-woman succeeded in her mission.

You smiled, proud of yourself as you made your way toward Miguel’s office to make your report. You didn’t find any empanadas in the cafeteria since it was already closed, so you chose to bring him a coffee. You knew he would need it.

The room was quiet, dimly lit by the monitors and multiple computer screens. Miguel was standing in front of a board, typing furiously and muttering curse words in Spanish. Pretty classic behavior coming from him. You’ve been a member of the Spider Society for a few months only and yet, you kind of knew how Miguel would function. You were one of the few people he would gladly let come into his office anytime you wanted to and even more surprising, you could almost swear you saw him smile once!

Miracles do happen sometimes.

In fact, Miguel was less cold toward you than with some other members he knew for a longer time. You quickly accepted his little manics, his natural grumpiness and you knew when to give him space and not push him over the edge, which was a miracle with your sarcastic nature. This said sarcastic nature was preventing you to tell him how you truly admired his work, his tenacity and how you could only dream to devote yourself to one thing with so much strength and hard work as he did with this society. So, instead of talking, you would work harder, accept every mission given to you, even the hardest one… hence your presence at the Spider Society this late at night.

You knew what it looked like as some of your coworkers already made fun of you, not afraid to tell in a joking way that you had a crush on Miguel… which was stupid. You? A grown woman having a crush on someone? Your boss of all people? Well, maybe it was not so ridiculous when you thought about it, which you usually didn’t do too much. You had to admit that he was attractive. He would always move so gracefully while shooting his webs all around, and yet with so much strength, leaving you in a dreamy state of contemplation. You may have felt your heart racing a bit when he would brush against you in a crowd or in the small space of his office. You may have felt your cheeks reddening under his approving gaze and satisfied words, praising your work. And maybe, maybe you may have wondered once or twice if his suit really brought justice to his alluring physique.

You shot one of your web toward the platform he was standing on and began joining him, trying to erase those thoughts out of your mind. This was no place to fantasize about him. You approached him without making a move, the cup of coffee in your hand, but he must have sensed your familiar presence as he grabbed the cup with his own web, pulling you closer in the same move.

“Thanks.”, he muttered, taking the cup from your hand as you stood there, looking like an idiot, right next to him. Your eyes lingered on his exhausted face, the dark circles under his eyes, the shade of his beard and the frown of his brows that you already knew too well. Since you didn’t say anything, he turned to look at you, as if he just realized you were still there, and said in a deep voice, full of frustration:

“I think your report can wait for tomorrow.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. He would never delay anything, so you asked him if there was a problem. He answered with a disgruntled noise:

“I have to work on our new security system. Lyla had send me datas about our last security failures and ways to upgrade it. Unfortunately, it means I will have to install a new program and…”, he quickly stopped himself in his explanation and stuttered something about how you must be tired and should already go home; and he was probably just annoying you with these explanations, before taking a sip of his coffee. You almost melted at the sight of him flustered. Maybe it was the coffee finally striking in or his exhaustion but he didn’t seem so tough anymore and you couldn’t hold a smile as you watched him closely, your interest piqued.

“It’s alright. I don’t mind your explanation, even if I’m not sure to understand everything though.”, you said with a chuckle.

Maybe it was the dim light of the office but you could swear that you saw a smile on his face, with a cute dimple along it. Maybe you should accept more nocturnal missions, if it means that you could see him like that more often.

His expression shifted back to his usual sternness as he began to explain to you how he would upgrade the security system of the society. Honestly speaking, you only focused on his words on the beginning of his speech but soon, your mind was running wild, free of all shame as your eyes lingered over the sharp angles of his face, the movements of his fingers typing on the keyboard and his lips. God, those lips. How could someone expect you to work in these conditions when those lips were just in front of you all day? You didn’t realize that your expression must have changed while looking at him, until he turned his head in your direction. He furrowed his brows and said:

“You’re not listening, aren’t you?”

You stepped out of your daydream quite abruptly, your eyes looking back at his. A short awkward silence filled the space between you. You quickly moved your head away, adopting a snarky grin, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you chuckled:

“What do you mean? I was totally listening to you.”

“So, what did I just say?”, he asked in a blank voice. You started to panic and pointed at something on the screen:

“Hum… that thing is supposed to act as a firewall… and this is...hum…”.

His expression remained neutral, only his brows furrowing more, as he held your chin with his thumb and his index finger, tilting it up. The light of the screen highlighted even more the soft curve of his plump lips. You could only watch him in awe as he held your gaze, his deep brown, almost reddish eyes, delving into yours.

“You were not listening. You’re clearly tired and I think you should go home.”

His deep voice was low and soothing, almost soft. You could feel your eyelids fluttering as he talked to you. Maybe he had a stronger effect on you than you would admit it. His eyes roamed your face, looking at first for signs of tiredness, but soon they locked upon the spot where his fingers were touching your chin. If not for his suit, you could have felt his skin on yours.

“It’s alright, I’m not tired.”, you whispered, making him lean closer so he could hear you. His fingers began applying more pressure on your chin, his thumb brushing against your skin, getting closer to your lower lip.

“That’s…good to know.”, he replied under his breath. He was getting closer to you, his hand still holding you. You could feel the heat of his body, his scent as he asked you: “What are you doing here?”

You needed a few seconds to answer: “I came to do my report.”

His red eyes glowed in the dark as their piercing gaze focused on you: “I want the real reason. Why are you here?” You swallowed hardly, feeling your heart beating a little faster than usual in your chest. Why were you letting him act this way with you? Playing around with your emotions? Shamelessly toying with you? You took a step backward, trying to let go off his grip, stammering over your words:

“I don’t know what you mean...Really.”

Your spider sense adverted you that something was off, just when your foot slipped over the edge of the platform. Before you could even shoot a web or even move, one of Miguel’s arms wrapped around your waist, grabbing and pulling you close to him. His expression was still neutral as he looked in a confused way at your face. His eyes seemed to ask you a quiet question “Are you alright?”. Moving away from his embrace was not as easy as you thought it would be. Those arms were made for holding you, you thought; there was not other way to explain why it felt so good to be in that positiok when it shouldn't. You realized how hard your heart had been pondering in your chest when his fingers went back to your face, brushing a few strands of hair away. The tips of his fingers ran along your temples, your cheeks and the bridge of your nose. You noticed a new emotion you’ve never seen in his eyes.

“I don’t want to screw this up.”, he finally whispered while his fingers traced the outline of your jaw. You let out a sigh as he did so, not really sure of what he meant by that. But his soft gaze and gentle touch gave you a hint of where this was slowly heading to, so you answered:

“I think you’re doing just fine.”

His thumb brushed along your lower lip, feeling how full your lips were, how ready they were to take him. He leaned in and closed the distance between you, his lips pressing against yours. They were just as amazing as you imagined them, even better maybe. He kept you close to him as he moved sensually his head, deepening the kiss, his nose brushing against yours. With your eyes closed, you could focus on all your other senses to enjoy this kiss. His scent flowed over you in a whiff and you could taste the strong aroma of coffee on his lips, as if he was trying to wake you up from a trance.

He broke the kiss in the same tender way he started it, his glowing red eyes looking at you in awe. None of you seemed to understand how this happened. As you stayed quiet, he turned away, sure that he had screwed everything up.

“I’m sorry…”, he muttered under his breath, his gaze back to his usual coldness. But you could still sense a vulnerability in his movements, in the way he clenched his jaw, how his shoulders tensed.

“Don’t be sorry.”, you replied in a breath. You didn’t feel sorry yourself as this short kiss was even leaving you wanting more, almost unsatisfied. Your desire for more oozed through your voice as you took one step closer to him. One of your hands rested on his arm and you could feel him tensing under your touch. You weren’t so sure about what you were doing anymore since he didn’t seem to react. What if you had misread everything?

“Miguel, say something please…”

He turned his head toward you, his eyes darkened as he grabbed your shoulders. He was conflicted. What was he supposed to do, how could he resist you when you looked at him this way, when you called his name the way he had hoped for? He could only dream of this moment, secretly hoped for you to notice his trouble. For so many months he had been watching you like one watches a star from afar, unable to reach you. His position as a leader couldn’t let him show his emotions, act toward you like he wanted to. But tonight, without anyone watching, in the dim light of his office, every boundary seemed to disappear. He was touching you for the first time, and it felt just like he had burned himself. Whatever he could say to you, he know this would change your relationship as teammates forever and there would be no going back.

“Tell me you want it too.”

His voice came out as a growl and you couldn’t resist it any longer. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and once you were on the tip of your toes, you whispered in his ear:

“I’ve always wanted it.”

There was no going back as he wrapped his arms around your waist, lifted you up and kissed your feverishly. He stumbled toward his desk and made you sit on the plane surface of it, your lips still connected in a warm kiss. With his hands now free, he let them roam your body, massaging your back, your shoulder blades, his fingers running along your spine before they could rest on your hips. When your lips parted, he couldn’t still bring himself to leave you. His forehead was pressed against yours, his breath caressing your face as he hunched his body over yours.

“How did I manage to go this long without touching you?”

At his words, you grabbed his face, cupping his cheeks in your hands. You’ve been asking yourself the same question.

“I guess we have a lot of time to catch up.”, you answered breathlessly.

He groaned at your words and his mouth latched on yours, biting your lower lip while his fingertips were pressed against the fabric of your suit as if he only wanted to rip it off. You moaned against his mouth as his tongue penetrated your mouth. You moaned in unison while he moved inside you and your mind couldn’t stop itself from imagining more, wanting more. He was getting bolder with every move, now pressing your bodies together, your chest resting against his. Your heartbeats joined in a hectic dance.

Miguel grabbed the back of your head and began to kiss your neck, leaving a burning sensation on your skin. Between each kiss, you could hear him whispering praise words, comforting sentences, as if he was still trying to make you feel at ease, even after you already started to give yourself to him. You had never seen this side of Miguel, so soft and gentle. It only made sense if you remembered that he was used to take care of everyone and everything on his daily life. You were not expecting him to act the same way in an intimate context. What if he just wanted to release the tension, the pressure too? To be taken care of for once?

“Miguel…”, you began to ask him. You didn’t even have time to finish your sentence that he had already lifted his head up, looking at you, his fingers still grabbing the back of your neck.

“Yes? What is it? Do you want me to stop?”

“No, no, I don’t want you to stop.”

“One word of you and I’ll stop, alright?”, he said, his lips pressed on your skin.

“Thanks Miguel. You know... I thought I could maybe make you feel good. Maybe help you relax?", you said in am attempt to ease him up. But he simply chuckled and started nibbling your earlobe, gently biting on it with his fangs.

"Let me take care of you tonight, y/n."

You stroked his cheek, giving him the green light he needed to resume his touch. One of his hands was still holding you from behind as he laid you carefully on top of the desk. Your back was pressed against the plane surface and you closed her eyes as he kept kissing you, his body arched over yours. When his lips met the fabric of your suit, he grunted and tugged on it with his teeth. You whispered:

"There's a zipper...in the back."

Without saying anything, he wrapped his hands around you, reaching for the zipper that he pulled with quite difficulty as his fingers moved in a febrile way. The cold air of the night hit your exposed back and a trail of goosebumps ran along your back, from the cold and his gaze. His fingertips brushed against the skin of her back, your spine while he whispered: "I've wanted to see you like that for such a long time. I've never thought this would finally happen."

He kissed you once again and when he broke the kiss, he let his tongue graze your lips: "Please, let me see more of you. Let me touch you."

Yoy squirmed under his touch, wiggling your shoulders in an attempt to get rid of the suit. Miguel was more than willing to help and he lowered the suit, exposing your upper body. You were wearing nothing more than a black sports bra, not really what you would have chosen for this moment but he didn't seem to mind. His eyes were locked on you and you didn't dare to make a move. A delicious shiver ran across your body, until his hands were back on your skin and the shiver felt like an earthquake, as if you had been struck by the thunder. His hands kneaded your skin and slowly went up your torso, grabbing your breasts through the thin fabric of the bra. He gave them a strong squeeze which made you whimper.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be, it's... fine."

A devious grin graced his lips as he resumed his ministrations and started moving his thumb over her breasts, in small circles, getting closer to her nipples. When he started rubbing his pad against them, the hardened nubs soon poking at the fabric. When he felt them under his palms, Miguel couldn't resist it any longer and he slipped his hands under the fabric, grabbing your perky breasts, holding them with much care. He let out a breathy moan as he kept kneading them. The more he did so, the more he was revealing your chest. Since it was not useful in any way, you took your bra off, raising your arms as Miguel helped you and once you were exposed he started kissing your breasts. You’d let out soft whimpers and sigh of contentment as he did so. You would have never thought you needed this so much, seeing him on you, this close and pleasuring you…

On his side, Miguel couldn’t believe what you were both doing. It felt both so wrong and so right. He didn’t dare to move faster, afraid he might hurt you in any way and he wanted to take his time with you. He had waited so much for this moment. He needed to appreciate it, to appreciate you like you deserved it. He’d let you know in advance what he was planning to do with the simple pressure of his fingers on your thighs, asking for your permission to go further. You agreed, begging him to take you, to never stop and so his fingers started playing with your clothed core. You were already wet under the fabric and he could feel it. He moaned agaisnt your breasts, the sound almost vibrating against your skin. He was rubbing two of his fingers along your slit for a few moments when he finally asked you what you wanted and your answer took him by surprise.

« Take off your suit. »

He could only oblige as his suit disintegrated. You knew Miguel was hot, but under this light, as he was focused on your body, he was absolutely stunning. No word could describe what he evocated to you, how you felt looking at him. A rush of desire, pure carnal desire, rushed inside you as you held his face in your hands and oulled him closer for a kiss. It was just pure mess at this point, your tongues dancing against one another, biting each other’s lips. Miguel pinned you under him against the desk, slowly getting on top, making sure his weight was not too much to handle for you.

« Please, don’t hold back, Miguel. »

« I won’t. »

His hands pulled down your suit and he lifted up your hips, aligning your entrance with his already erect member. He teased your folds with the head of his cock, letting you adjust slowly to his size. When he started entering your drenched sex, you let out a low moan. Miguel started moving his hips slowly, every move of him making your body react. Both your bodies were now united, closer than ever and every thrust of him was like a shot of ecstasy through your body. You held his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin with your eyes half-closed, shamelessly moaning. Your legs wrapped themselves around his waist as if your body was acting mused by instinct. Miguel’s animalistic side was also showing as he kept groaning, panting as his hips rutted against yours. One of his hands held your hips in place as he was pounding into you.

« You’re so beautiful like that… I want...I want to see you again, like that...O dios. »

Hearing Miguel lixing up words in Spanish and English, acting all brain rotted as he was filling you just like you’ve been wanting it for months. With his free hand he started flicking your already so sensitive clitoris, getting you closer to your release.

« Please, come for me, hermosa. »

Your arousal was dripping down your thighs, coating his own sex as you felt your back arching ; your body losing itself in a bliss of pure pleasure. Miguel kept holding you as long as you needed it to come down from your height. He quickly withdrew himself as you rested against his chest, your eyes closed. His fingers stroked your hair and his lips planted quick pecks on your shoulders, praising you sofltly, botn in English and Spanish. His other hand cupped your dripping sex as your clearly heard him whisper in your ear :

« I hope you’re not already tired. »

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After this night you knew you would definitely take other night shifts.

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"I knew you were black" , chapter 1

warning: Spanish may be wrong, Cursing

A/N: This took a long time bro. Someone told me I should write this. Leave feedback please, only my second fic.

2k words Below the cut

Italics are in Miles Head

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Miles was tired. He wanted nothing more than to lay in his bed, and go to sleep. But of course, he couldn't do that. He has to come back after patrolling the city, and study for a test. You would think the person who saved the entire universe, could at least be exempt from the semester exam. No such luck. Granted, nobody knew he was spiderman, but the principle of things should still apply. Exhausted, Miles opened his window and slipped into his room.

Quite literally. 

Hitting his head on the bedpost, Miles saw stars.

"Ay dios mío". Getting up, Miles tried to straighten himself which was hard to do since it felt like his head was swinging without him.  he just stood for a couple of minutes, hoping to regain his balance. 

Pulling off his mask Miles looked over to see his roommate in bed, sound asleep. Which was exactly what he should have been doing. Instead he was unnecessarily injuring himself.

"At least I don't have to hear him play video games while I work", Miles said, seemingly to himself. But he had only gotten his suit halfway off before he heard the covers shifting around. 

"Look bro, sorry for waking you up but I really have to study, so if you could maybe chill on the video games for one night." 

"I knew you were black. "

"Dude, I'm actually mixed and-". Miles turned around, ready to get this over with so he could just do his work, and go to sleep. Miles however, was not ready for the random girl standing in the middle of his room. 

Silence

"Sorry about that i shouldn't have assumed-"

Miles couldn't hear you. He was low-key panicking. How did he not notice you were in here? He wasn't that tired. You could have been an enemy. Were you an enemy? No, his Spidey-senses would have alerted him if you had been there to hurt him. And how could he possibly hear your voice and think you were Ganke? Ganke isn't a girl, nor does he have that accent. Agh all these questions.

Who were you?

How did you get in here?

Where's Ganke Lee?

Why has he never seen you before?

Why were you on the boys side of the dorm?

Were you a boy?

Can boys be that pretty?

Why are you so pretty?

How does your hair look so good?

Where did you get those boots?

Where did you get that accent from?

Where are you from?

Is there a boyfriend where you're from??

What?

Miles didn't know what to do. And you were still here. Just staring at him. Or back at him. Since he was staring at you. Crap, now you're gonna think he's a weirdo. What do I do?

Just do something and stop thinking so much.

You watched him warily, as he slowly started moving his arm towards you. Was he trying to… grab your… shoulder??

No, what are you doing? Not this again. Well, it too late now.

Miles placed his hand on your shoulder, looked you in your eyes, and said,

"Hey😏"

Silence.

Complete and utter silence.

And then you laughed. And you smiled while you were laughing. As most people do. But, most people don't look that beautiful when they laugh. And most people laugh at Miles, but most people don't make it seem so friendly.

"Howdy🤠" you said back to him. Howdy?? The only time he had heard anyone say 'howdy' was when Jevon (I made up some random kid), dressed up as a cowboy one Halloween.

"Why are you here?". Dammit Miles, what was that? Before he could correct himself you had already started talking.

"Well dadgum, you can't even ask me my name first?" You told him, Looking more than a little offended.

dadgum?? What is a dadgum??

"Sorry, I'm Miles". He held his hand out to you watching your face as he did. You seemed to consider it for a moment, before meeting his eyes, and taking his hand.

"Nice to meet you , I'm [Name]". Even though you were obviously annoyed, Miles still smiled to himself. Your accent was so cute.

"Oh umm, Thank you, I think." Thank him?? Why were you thanking him??

"Most people think my accent is weird". Oh, he said that out loud? Idiot. Jeez, he had to find a way to get you out of here so he could do…something…. he forgot.

Gosh, his head was all jumbled up, he couldn't focus with you around.

"You're welcome, beautiful." ¡Híjole!. I just can't control myself tonight huh.

"Oh", you looked away from him. Now I made her uncomfortable, dammit. How do I fix this?

"Sorry I didn't mean it". Mierda. He didn't mean that.

"Oh…", now you seem disappointed. What the hell.

"No wait, I didn't mean that! Well I did but-"

"Well you need to make up your mind, did you mean it or not?". Now, you were getting angry, and he could see it. In your face, eyes, body language. There was no confusion this time.

You would think after all this time being spiderman, he would be better at talking to women. But obviously all his confidence did not transfer to his love life. He was still a hot mess.

"I'm sorry. What I meant to say was, I thought that, but it wasn't my intention to say it out loud."

"Oh." You said. he could tell you didn't know how to respond, but he also saw you visibly relax, so he just said.

"Yeah."

With both of you unsure of what to do next, the atmosphere became awkward. Again.

With the sudden silence, Miles remembered how odd the situation was, and the fact that he was supposed to be working on his physics assignment. Along with the fact that you were in his room, and Ganke was missing, he had to address the fact that you knew he was Spider-Man. What was he gonna do?

"So how bout them cowboys??". You had broken the silence with the most odd question.

"You mean like, the football team?". Miles was so confused, why are you asking him about football?

"Yeah, um it got awkward in here, and I didn't know what to say"

".....So you asked me about football?"

"Well where I come from, when things get awkward, football always starts a conversation, and most of the time an argument, but at least everybody's talking."

"So you like the cowboys?"

"Hell no",

your voice deadpanned. You were so serious you would have thought, the cowboys had personally sent you an email saying "fuck you [Name]".

Miles couldn't help laughing at that, you asked him about a team you don't even like, just to start a conversation with him. And honestly, it was interesting. It has been a long time since he had felt this open with somebody. He didn't even have to hide the fact he was-.... Damn.

"Not to be rude or anything, but you never did answer my question earlier? The one about you being here?"

"If you're asking me where I'm from, then you'll just have to wait an' see. If you were wondering why I was in your room, then to be frank with you, I really don't know."

That was…suspicious.

"I just transferred here, and I was supposed to be shown around by somebody named 'Miles Morales'," she told with a pointed look at me. I remember that my dad signed me up to be a student ambassador. He hoped involving myself in the school would make me like it better. I look at her sheepishly and shrug my shoulders.

"Anyway, with this mystery man seemingly nowhere to be found, they called his roommate to get some to the bottom of things, who swore his roommate was terribly sick with a 24hr stomach bug, and was stuck on the toilet."

"Bruh." Miles sighed, rubbing his hand down his face in a slow manner. Of course Ganke would say something like that.

Amused, you continued on with your explanation.

"But it was all okay because he was going to take ,'Imodium AD' and would be fine in about an hour. So the administration allowed Ganke to escort you to your room, and so I could at least meet you, because you're supposed to be showing me around all week."

All week??? I mean, it wouldn't hurt to be at school more. It gave him time to catch up on all his work, instead of cramming everything the night before the due date. And hanging out with you wouldn't be so bad

"Funnily enough, when we arrived, I was informed by your kind roommate, that he had absolutely no idea where you were, or when you would be back. And refusing to show me to my room because that 'wasn't his job', I was welcome to stay here, as long as I didn't bother him. Then we proceeded to play overwatch, and Apex all day. When you came in I had fallen asleep, and Ganke had left to shower, and get snacks."

Oh. Now he felt bad. You had just traveled cross country, to a new place, all by yourself. You were probably just as tired as he was.

"Well, I'll take you back to your dorm now, I can show you around tomorrow, it's kinda past curfew." He said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Okay that's cool". Grabbing your suitcase, purse and books, you moved toward the door. "I'll just wait for you outside".

Wait? Outside? Why were you waiting?

Hand on the knob, ready to exit, Miles froze. Right, he was still in his spider suit. And it occurred to him you had been standing in his room while he was half naked the whole time. ¡Caray!

He had made a real fool of himself tonight. He wouldn't be surprised if you went to the office tomorrow and asked for another ambassador. Whatever, he would just enjoy walking you to your dorm, and hope for the best. Right after he changed his clothes.

Meeting you outside Miles he grabbed your suitcase and start walking.

"Your room is this way" he said looking back at you.

"Well I figured that, since we agreed that's where you were taking me", you said following behind him, jokingly rolling your eyes.

Smiling Miles looked at you.

There was that silence again. But this time it wasn't awkward. It felt comfortable. It must have meant you were warming up to him. It was the perfect opportunity to learn more about you. So, he did.

✼　 ҉　 ҉　 ҉　 ҉　 ҉　 ҉　 ҉. ✼

Closing the door to his room Miles remembered how exhausted he was. He looked over to see the real Ganke Lee sound asleep. Deciding to do his assignment tomorrow, Miles got in the bed. Mind and heart still racing from what you said when he dropped you off.

'Well this is you'

'Oh well thank you Miles I enjoyed this little gathering. If that's what it's called'

'Yeah whatever it's called'

'Sleep tight'

'Don't let the bed bugs bite'

And there was that laugh again. Still as beautiful as it was before

'Goodnight Miles,'' See you in the Mornin'

He forced himself to stop thinking about it. Stop thinking about the way you said little gathering, but it sounded like 'lil' gatherin'. Or the way you smiled at him when you said it, implying that you would keep him as your ambassador. That you still wanted to see him.

Gosh, he needed to rest. Miles turned on his chill playlist, and calmed down. Let the music control him, and ease his thoughts away, along with the rhythm. Soon, Miles was peacefully sleeping. A very calming contrast to the panic that would set in that next morning. When he remembered you, and that beautiful laugh. It would be followed by his desire to hear it again, and the drop in his stomach, when he realized you knew his biggest secret.

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im SOOOOO SORRY that I left you guys hanging those two days! *cries* the first one I genuinely forget, and the second I was too busy to do it- and I think that this is not the first time this might happen, since the farm (oh yeah, if you're not one of my regular followers, you should know I'm a farmhand lol) is picking up steam, during my down time Im trying to do more physical rest for my body to recover. which means unfortuantely, Ive been spending less time on here in general, and that my longer posts that take more time to write have had to pause for a while.

so, I'm sorry to say but this is the last day i'll be able to do this for a while, but maybe forever. I've had so much fun with it and loved to see everybody's different answers, and how we've all connected!! but for at least a few days/weeks, I need a bit of a break lol. if anyone wants to pick up this game again, with the same list of people I've given already or different ones, you are more than welcome to! and I'm not leaving Tumblr, I'm just not going to do this particular ask game anymore.

our final question: what is something that you you want in your life, and what can you do to achieve it? what steps do you need to take to earn the life you see yourself living?

thank all of you so much! I hope to return again maybe sometime! I wish you all the best :)

Awww no worries gracie! take care of yourself first. Def appreciate all the work it must've taken to come up with good questions. I'll be sure to haunt your inbox soon with hopefully some equally thought-provoking (or not) questions.

ok, actual question: our final question: what is something that you you want in your life, and what can you do to achieve it? what steps do you need to take to earn the life you see yourself living?

To be honest, this question has haunted me for the past...well since before high school. (has it really been almost 10 years since I was a baby highschool freshman?). To be also perfectly honest, my depression and anxiety were so bad I was never convinced I would make it as far as I did... which allowed me to put off answering the question for a long while until the Hour of College Applications approached.

Well, against all previous conceptions of my future, I am still alive and about to graduate in December (literally how) and set to walk across the beautiful stage in May to get my undergrad diploma with some kind of academic honors (I forget the Latin for it). Definitely not the highest GPA, but I am relatively proud of myself considering the effort and, for lack of a better phrase, blood, sweat, and tears that have gone into this. So, steps that need to happen in order to graduate

Pass classes (Preferably with A's but I'm also in a position where hopefully my self-esteem won't die with a B or 2).

Write and Finish my thesis (shaking crying throwing up I don't have enough capacity for this even if it's only 15 pages in Spanish)

Study and hopefully pass a GRE (graduate school readiness exam I think? 'cuz I'm told it's a good idea for master's school applications I can not stress enough how much I hate standardized tests and am so anxious about this that I haven't even opened my books yet, I've just been throwing myself into thesis research instead; I 'know not all schools require this but I'm going into something that's not my major, so I feel some kind of need to prove myself).

Apply to graduate schools for counseling!

Only four things... it shouldn't be so bad.... one would think... (can I please just skip to the part where this is over why do people call college the best years of my life).

The other thing I want to work on is just being a better person and in particular a better friend. My goal is therapy, particularly pediatric therapy because it's such a neglected area where I'm from and also in general I think because there tends to be stereotypes of "oh children can't have mental health problems." but doing that means I want to develop more compassion, friendliness, and patience and gentleness and actual listening skills while being assertive...yk an environment that nurtures personal and other's growth. Which is really hard. Progress has been made but still more to go.

[ezraspiderwick]

The Rockford Twins (prelude)

Summary: Tim and Thomas are twins, and they are exact opposites of each other. One will end up being a detective, the other a thief. Will the detective be able to catch the thief or will the thief manage to get away?

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: discussion of crime, child arrest, a lot of backstory

A/N: Thank you @littlemisspascal for beta reading and encouraging this idea! This all literally exists thanks to you.

MASTERLIST

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On the rainiest night of the whole year, at precisely one minute before midnight and two months before their due date, the first baby of a set of twins was born. He didn’t cry. Instead, he stared at the midwife with big brown eyes, as if trying to figure out what was happening in this new and curious world. 

His brother followed a measly two minutes after, and unlike the other baby, the second he came out of the womb he was kicking and screaming. It took a whole 15 minutes and three nurses to get him to settle down enough so he could join his brother who was already sleeping in his mother’s arms. And as soon as he did, he squirmed around as if trying to get the whole attention to focus on him.

Looking back one could say that was the start of their rivalry. A rivalry that would follow them as they grew, a rivalry that would make the space between them grow larger and larger each year, a rivalry that would eventually involve the whole world. 

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As kids, when their mother was asked to describe them, she would always emphasize that they were exact opposites of each other. 

“Day and night,” she would say between laughs unaware that her innocent phrase would be seared into her kids’ minds. Day and night. Light and dark. One was good, and one was bad. They had to be, that’s how opposites work. Now the only question left to answer was which kid was which. 

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Thomas Jacob Rockford was the picture of a perfect kid. He was calm, he got good grades, and he listened to his elders. At 10 years old he was learning to play both the piano and the violin, knew Spanish well enough to carry a conversation and went to acting classes on the weekends. His parents reminded him every day how proud they were of their firstborn.

And most importantly he stayed out of trouble, but only because he was smart enough to not get caught. The plans he came up with would surprise even the most experienced criminals. And his reputation as a golden child helped too, no one ever suspected he cheated on exams or that stuff on store shelves made its way into his pockets more often than not. And as he grew, his criminal activity did too. There were bigger crimes but still, no one ever suspected a thing. 

No one except his brother that is. 

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Timon Benjamin Rockford was the trouble child. He got in fights trying to defend either his honor or someone else’s all the time, but neither his parents nor the school ever cared about the reasons. He was always told he should be more like his brother. So little Tim watched every movement Thomas made, trying to figure out what made the other kid so perfect. Instead, he discovered his sibling’s criminal activities.

But of course, his parents never believed him when he ratted him out. There was never any evidence he could use for backup so he was told that he should stop inventing stories like that, attempting to get an innocent person in trouble was a bad thing to do.  

Tim swore he would catch his brother.

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The opportunity to do so came when they were fourteen. Tim figured that if he asked to go with Thomas on one of his heists. If he knew where it was happening and when, he could tell his parents and they’d have no other choice but to believe him. 

“I want to go with you,” Tim whispered as he entered Thomas’ room. 

“Where?” His brother looked up from the book he was reading. 

“I want to help you commit your next crime.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Timon.” He looked back down to the book.

“Stop playing dumb, of course, you do.” Thomas sighed and placed the book down and walked towards his brother.

“Even if I did, you want no part in this, believe me.” Tim took a deep breath, he had to do this, there was no other way. If he wanted to catch him this was how he did it.

“I do.”

“Why?”

“I want to be like you.” Thomas looked him up and down and something in his gaze softened.

“Okay.”

Two weeks later Thomas told him a time and a place. They were supposed to meet at a museum, one of the backdoors would be open, Tim needed to go inside and then he would be given more instructions by his brother. This was risky, a very risky move, but this was his opportunity to get his brother caught. So he agreed to be there. 

And so his plan was set in motion. He called the police and gave them the details of what was going to go down that night. The officer informed him that a patrol would make its way there.

At 10 pm, Tim made his way into the building through the door that Thomas had promised would be unlocked. Once inside he searched for his brother but couldn’t find him anywhere, what he did find was that one of the paintings was missing. A painting was missing and his brother was nowhere to be found. This was a setup, he never intended to include him in the crime. But if that was so-

The red and blue of the police sirens outside illuminated the whole building. Tim would explain everything to them, this would all get sorted, and everything would be fine. 

But everything wasn’t fine. It wasn’t fine when the officers came in, guns drawn at the fourteen-year-old. It wasn’t fine when they cuffed him and took him to the patrol car. It wasn’t fine when the police somehow found his prints all over the museum and the painting stashed in his room. 

His brother had set him up.

An innocent-looking Thomas testified that Tim had told him to go to the museum. He found it to be a weird request but still was going to go because he didn’t want his brother to be alone but he lost track of time while being at a friend’s house and he never made it. The friend, the friend’s parent, the friend’s maid, and everyone confirmed that Thomas Rockford had been at their house at the time of the robbery. He had a tight alibi. 

To the outside world, Thomas was innocent. This was all part of his plan. 

The judge assigned to the case, a gentleman known for his strict rules, took a glance at Tim’s school records which of course were riddled with all the fights he had had and the suspensions that resulted from them. With that and with the robbery, the judge decided that he was a danger to society. Tim was sentenced to three years of juvie.

When goodbyes were said, his parents looked at him disapprovingly. “Perhaps this is exactly what you need, something to set you straight.”

“Mom, dad, I didn’t do it, I swear-”

“Stop it Tim, just stop with all the lies. At least face the consequences of your actions like a man.” His father said while taking his crying mother out of the room. “Let’s go Thomas.”

“I need to say my goodbyes, I’ll be out in a moment,” Thomas replied.

As soon as the two adults left the room, the teens stared at each other, the tension filling the room was so thick it could be cut with a knife.

“You set me up,” Tim hissed at his brother after a few seconds. 

“You set me up first. You were the one who called the police, not me,” Thomas whispered, quiet enough that Tim was barely able to pick it up. If Tim hadn’t been consumed by the anger coursing through his veins he would have been able to hear the pain in his brother’s voice. “If you had just waited, there would have been a fake painting hanging there in the morning, no one would have noticed it.”

“I-” He hadn’t wanted him to get arrested? No, that wasn’t right. Thomas was always playing some kind of game, and this must be part of it.

“I’m sorry Timmy, I am. I really hoped it wouldn’t come to this.” He took a deep breath and blinked the tears away from his eyes. Tim was convinced this was all part of the act for the people looking through the security cameras. “But you need to stop trying to catch me brother. You will never be able to, just stop and save yourself the pain.”

[frenchcoffeebreak]

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Bonsoir à tous! 🇫🇷

Today I did some more french as I promise I would but I didn't do that much because I was basically outside all day doing chores and it was horribly hot today, too.

I do need to start doing like intense study hours so I can do french for one hour or two daily instead of doing it during like 3 hours while I do other stuff because that way I'll save more time (plus it's good to know how to organize your time when learning languages because that way you'll have more time when you're back at work or school).

Either way, what I did today was doing a bit more investigation on french learning YouTube channels and I discovered these:

Chloe Kian FR: a casual vlog about daily life things, books and self-improvement (not really focused on teaching languages, but a lot of people use her channel to learn).

Coffee Break French (reminds me of something): a series of podcasts that teach french but they do have many other channels directed at different languages.

CCube Academy: the type of channel that your language teachers will play during class but are actually helpful.

While I did that I obviously stopped to watch some of those channels' videos, for example I watched this video by Chloe Kian talking about how they organize their bullet journal, this other one by Coffee Break French about daily routines and finally this CCube Academy story about a boy who wants to figure out what her mom packed for lunch.

Other than that I already know a lot of popular french YouTube channels, like for example:

Easy French: an interview focused channel that also teaches vocabulary from time to time and has english and french subtitles at the same time (has other versions, like Easy Spanish).

Learn French With Alexa: very useful channel that teaches you french from the very beginning.

Learn To French: a lot of vocabulary and also many dictations to prepare you for exams for any level.

Piece of French: one of the most famous french learning channels. She teaches french through natural conversation and also stops to explain some more advanced expressions.

Français avec Nelly: I kind of forgot about this channel but she was actually one of the first YouTubers I watched. She covers up both the basics and more advanced things.

Learn French with FrenchPod101.com: lots of vocabulary compilations. Especially aimed at beginners.

İclal: her channel is aimed at language learning as a whole, not just french but she was actually the first channel I watched videos from.

Either way, that's it for today! Hope you found these lists helpful!