#im working 42 hours this week

[ainawgsd]

I have 2 coworkers (3 if you count the pharmacist). One is off today. The other one collapsed at home and went to the hospital this morning. This is why we need more than 4 fucking employees total!!! There is NO ONE to call in for emergency coverage while my coworker is hospitalized.

[ajokeformur-ray]

My work senior is picking me up in like ten minutes to take me to work and I'm still in bed... Oops?🤣

[mildmayfoxe]

sometimes i think about that thing that’s like “the normal amount of pain is none” and like… that can’t be true. there’s no way! you’re telling me that there are people out there who aren’t in pain? i just don’t believe it

[youcouldbeminetonight]

i cannot afford to get sick right now but i can feel it setting in and im so close to crying cause i cant handle it

[29121996]

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[spyder-junkie]

EARTH-42 MILES MORALES X READER PART 2

part three ??

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

Honestly the death of his father traumatized Miles.

It taught him to hold on to the things he loves, things that make him happy, because nothing is forever.

And honestly he was looking for something to fill his father’s void, something to satisfy the itch being prowler couldn’t scratch.

So not even two days later, Miles shows up at you window.

He wanted to scope you out, see if you were something he’s like to spend his time on.

With any person hes ever thought of pursuing, the thought of having to tell them hes Prowler loomed over his shoulder.

But you already knew.

Hes dressed normally this time, and hes come at a reasonable hour.

You smile when you see him, opening the window immediately for him to crawl in.

“I aint’ catch you name.” is the first thing he says, dusting off his jeans.

“Y/n.” You reply, sitting down at your desk.

“What can I help you with, Miles?”

He pauses for a moment, almost forgetting what excuse he came up with.

“Check my wounds for me? You wrapped ‘em so well ian wanna unwrap em.” He says, face calm.

You look at him for a moment before shrugging.

“bien, siéntate.” You mumble, going to grab your first aid kit.

“You speak spanish?” Miles asks, sitting down on your bed and pulling his shirt from his body.

The big gash on his side is covered in bandages, blood stained.

“A little, I take a class at school.” You smile, bending down infront of him. He spreads his knees, letting you settle onto the ground infront of him.

He shuts his eyes tight as you unwrap the bandage.

“Thats a pretty chain.” You mumbled, using a cottonball to dab at the wound.

Miles’ hands come to to touch the chain hes wearing. It was one of the many things he half-hazardly bought with his work money.

“Where’d you get it? Ive been looking for something similar.” You ask.

“I honestly can’t remember.” He mumbles, from his tone you could only assume he was telling the truth.

“Thats okay, anyway Youre all good.” You say just finishing his bandages, standing up and putting your things away.

“Oh.” Miles mumbles, not realizing how little time that would take you.

“Anything else I can help you with, Prowler?” He shivers at the way the name rolls off your tongue.

“Guess not.” He says, standing up and walking towards the window. His hands are in his pockets.

He leaves, climbing back out your window and disappearing past the block.

After two days a package shows up at your door.

When you open it, you realize its a chain, identical to Miles’ and brand new.

You giggle a little while clasping it around your neck.

You dont see Miles again for two weeks.

“You know we can just schedule meet ups instead of you showing up to my window at night.” You say, watching as Miles in his normal clothes climbs out if the darkness and into your room.

He ignores your statement, taking his shoes and jacket off and sitting at your desk. He leans back, legs spread wide and eyes closed.

You shake you head, sitting down on your bed and facing him.

“Whats troubling you?” You ask.

“Nothing important.” He says quickly. He opens his eyes and looks at you.

“Youre wearing the chain.” He mumbles.

“Yeah.” You reach up and touch it. “It’s really nice, I thought you didn’t know where you got it from.”

Miles shrugs

“How much was it? I can pay you back-“

“Eres Bonita, you shouldnt have to pay for your own shit.” He cuts you off.

You pause.

“Thank you.” You smile, looking at his hard expression, he nods.

Its silent for a while, Miles just recollecting with his eyes closed.

“Youve been with the cops yet?” He asks calmly. The question startles you.

“…excuse me?”

“You got my name, you know my face, you could rat me out n’ get that reward money.” He says, opening his eyes to look at you.

“is that…what you want me to do..?” You ask, looking at him in confusion.

“Im asking why you haven’t already.” He stated.

“Oh. because I dont want to.”

Miles furrowed his eyebrows.

“I like you, Miles. Plus you helped me out when I needed you. What you do as the prowler doesn’t really concern me.” You say.

Miles stares at you a bit longer, gears turning in his head.

“You can believe me, Im not lying. Now its late, and I am kind of tired. Stay if you want, but my dad usually pops in at 7 to say hes leaving for work.” You say, moving the covers so you could properly get into bed.

You look over at Miles, whos still sitting quietly at you desk.

You lock eyes with him, holding out your hand.

He stares for a while longer, before slowly getting up and sitting on your bed.

He doesn’t get under the coveres, opting to sit with his back against the headboard. He lets you curl up besides him, laying your head in his lap.

His hand ghosts over your shoulder, rubbing soft circles with his thumb as your eyes close.

“Goodnight Miles.”

“…..goodnight y/n.”

When your father wakes you up the next morning as hes leaving, the bed is empty and Miles is gone.

You rub your eyes a little bit, looking to see if he left anything behind.

On your bedside table there was another note.

“ maybe we should schedule meet ups. xxx-xxx-xxxx -miles”

You smile to yourself, immediately putting his number in your phone.

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[laaailuh]

Best-friends Brother pt.2🕸️🕷️

╰┈➤ PART 1

pairing: e!42 miles x black!reader

warnings : light swearing

Summary: After hanging out with your best friend's brother for weeks, you unexpectedly get caught.

a/n: love this trope, wish this for me 🙏🏽

You pulled away from the kiss, “I should start getting ready to leave… it's getting late.”

“But you just got here mami.”

“I got here 2 hours ago.”

“One more hour…please.”

“Miles-” Before you could say anything else, he started to kiss your neck which caused you to rest your hands on top of his cornrows.

“If you keep doing that you're gonna leave a mark.”

He ignored your comment.

“Nigga did you hear what I said?”

“Can’t you cover it up with makeup or something?”

You rolled your eyes, “Kayla might come home soon, we should stop anyways.”

“I thought we agreed to tell her?”

“We didn't agree on that.”

Miles started to get annoyed, he wanted to take this further but every time he brought it up, you continually made up excuses to avoid talking about it.

“Ight.”

He stood up from the bed and sat on his gaming chair.

“Are you mad?”

“Nah.”

You walked towards him, “Trust me, I do want to tell her but I’ve known Kayla since middle school. Everything could possibly change after this, she may not want to talk to me again Miles.”

He turned to face you, “Y/n, if she truly cared and loved you, she would accept your choices and decisions.”

“You know it's not that simple..”

“And why the fuck not?”

“Her best friend and her brother dating? That's not fucking simple.”

Miles looked down at his shoes, rubbing his face in frustration.

“Well…if you’re not actually going to put in effort to make this work…then I guess we should stop this now huh?”

“I didn't say that, you know I want to make this work just as much as you.”

You sat back on the bed “It’s just difficult…I’m trying not to mess up the relationships I have with the both of you.”

He looked back at you, acknowledging that he might have been a bit harsh and too pushy.

“Look im sorry alright, we can talk to her when you’re ready okay? This sneaking around shit is just tiring as fuck.” Miles said, sitting on the bed next to you.

You smiled at him, “I thought you liked the excitement?”

“I do but I don't want to be each other's secret anymore you know?”

You sighed, “Yeah, I know.”

He then tilted your face up and kissed you.

However, during the argument you guys had, neither of you failed to realize that Kayla got home two minutes ago and was heading straight to Miles’s room.

“Yo, I got a pizza-” she stood there in shock as you guys broke away from the kiss.

“Kayla…”

“The fuck is going on here?"

[azzydoesstuff]

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man 41-experimentation has the worst abandoned facilities. where is all the scrap guh??

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the fuck are you calling an abandoned facility?? experimentation is my fucking home you prick. you scrappers call these facilities abandoned but they're not. you're just wandering into our homes and stealing our things. leave it to the scrapper to regurgitate insectophobic slop. blocked

#like i swear to god. these fucking scrappers are so stupid. i hope they all die #insect pride

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bro why do the fucking dogs keep messing with my gang?? they almost killed jerry a couple hours ago

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how about you be fucking quiet you fucking pickle thieves

#seriously who steals pickles lmao #fuck baboon hawks

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T HEY TOOK M Y PIcKLES!!!!1!!

#naw i'm uptading th ose mf dangjer level to 75% agfter tha t shit

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man what the hell

#cw coilphobia #fucking scrappers #hope i coil this bitch lmao

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What do you do after eating a really tasty planet? You give the restaraunt five golden stars.

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BEAST LET ME OUT ALREADY I NEED TO GET OUT I CAN'T BE DIGESTED YOU FUCKING BEAST CEASE THIS MOCKERY OF OUR GOLDEN PLANET RELEASE ME SPIT OUT THE RINDS LET ME LEAVE

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#you fucking idiot don't say shit like that #he's gonna fucking escape at some point if you keep doing this and then you'll really be fucked you fucking moron #goodjokesbyjeb

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who up eatin' their legs

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what

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us thumpers get called halves because when we're born we have to eat the bottom half of our bodies to get out of our eggs. this is why we have no legs and have to use our arms to walk around. hope this helps ❤️

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man why don't this fucking door open. oh it's my fucking crew behind it fucking great. fucking assholes won't stop saying i smell

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hey i think we haven't met before

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😨

🖳 theindomitablesigurd-deactivated1968

RICH NOOOOOOOOOOO

#bro stank like shit but i didn't want him to go like this #not like this! not like thiiiiiiis!

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you guys, i just found the coolest fucking metal sheet. you have no idea

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BRO GET OUT OF THE DOORWAY STUPID FUCKING BOX

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listen to my tune

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hey guys it's my first week working for the company! i think i'm gonna make quota this time

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no you're not

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hey guys i'm resigning from the company rn. im gonna make some changes accordingly on my blog now. can someone tell @lootyloot-nestynest i'm sorry and ask them to unblock me. i'm a changed man now, i'm not a scrapper anymore

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[bluesworldd]

PT1. Infunami !

↳ pairings: miles 42 x reader

↳ cw/tw: cursing, like 70% proofread, miles going through it, pet names: my love.

↳ genre: angst.

↳ synopsis: miles missed one too many dates and the truth comes out. poor miles

↳ blue says: lets just act like i didn’t disappear for a few months, thanks! enjoy

spoilers ahead !

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fuck

…fuckkkkk

10 missed calls…

miles rushed to get his suit off. fuck how many times has this been? he couldn’t help but think. five..? no five was to little… maybe 10? quickly he called the familiar number.

…ring

…ring

“please leave a-”

fuck. miles had no clue on how he was going to comeback from this one.. its been six months since the two of you started dating and within those six months miles had only took you on about twenty-five dates (yes he counted). now hear him out, 1. the two of you are teenagers and its not much two teenagers can do. 2. it would be way more if you considered cuddling together in your room as a “date”. look miles wasn’t proud of it ok? he s been busy with school and the prowler stuff so hes had a lot on his plate and trust, he does love you, more than you think, but its been a rough couple of months and he cant even remember the last time hes had over six hours of sleep. But fuck it, that was besides the point, now he had to focus on trying to not lose the person he loves….again

quickly he sent a text.

hey..im so sorry about tonight.

he checked the time…only 10:25, you should still be awake. miles knows that because your a bit of a night howl and just like him its hard for you to get sleep most nights…but for different reasons.

anyways.

idk if your still up but if you are just know im coming over.

fuck..im sorry seriously

just please text me back…

after a minute of nothing, in more suitable clothes, miles quickly ran out of his window and straight to you place. ok morales think… maybe a gift? no. miles knows you better, he tried to do that last time and he quickly realized he couldn’t buy your affection back. man that was a shitty three weeks, you had ignored him for a long time before he was at your door for hours begging to talk with him.

miles waited on the sidewalk before a cab stopped near him. getting in he was consumed by his thoughts. so what then? will they even buy the being at work bullshit again?

“kid where to!?” quickly snapping out of his thoughts miles told the cab drive your street address. only 10:33…fuck where did the time go? recently time for miles seemed to be slipping away and fast. never a slow moment to catch his breath or sit down and focus. that seemed to always be the case, especially after…anyways. maybe he could just tell the truth? he chuckled silently to himself. yeah..like thats a fucking option.

“where here” “oh yeah thanks” pulling his wallet out he handed the driver a twenty and a five. “just keep the change” exiting the car miles immediately headed for the back of your apartment where your fire escape was. he couldn’t bother going to your front door, after 6 p.m, no visitors, or rather no boyfriends were allowed in, specifically your mothers orders.

ok morales, just pray you don’t lose your relationships tonight, worry about the rest later. after climbing to the fourth floor he was meet with your window. please be open, please be open, please be- he lifted up the window.

thank god. miles made sure you weren’t in your room before climbing in. ok…now or never. going over towards your door miles knew this was risky. on the off-chance that you mother was up he would be really fucked. before he could open the door someone opened it first.

…miles let out a sigh of relief as he saw your face.

“what the-?!”

he quickly grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the room, shutting the door behind him. “….fuck?” you let out a disappointed sigh. “miles..what are you doing here?” a trick question he knew that you knew he was here to apologize but he didn’t say that part out loud, being a smartass would get him nowhere. “look i am beyond sorry-” “yeah i know miles” damn he could hear the hurt in you voice. you had your back turned to him now, focusing on getting you vanity in order. “…if you allow me, i can make it up to you this weekend” “yeah, i know miles…” is that a yes or…? “so…what day do you want to-” “i can always trust that you’ll make it up to me miles but what after?” ok..what? “what do you mean my love?” sighing you turned around to face him again. you couldn’t help but to roll your eyes, quickly mumbling “why do i even bother”

“ok look miles ill um talk to you later ight? it’s getting late anyways” you made your was towards him trying to get to you door. miles stopped you. “fuck, look i know i fucked up but please dont shut me out” he went to grab your hand but you stepped back. yeah, im fucked. “just please hear me out…” “you’ve released ive been hearing you out four times this month right?!” you said, your tone slightly rising. “and im beyond grateful my love, seriously i am, but if you can just hear me out one more time i can explain” turning back around you went to sit down. “well the floors all yours morales” usually, in any other instance, petty comments like that would have pissed him off but he had no right to be upset as of this moment.

“right…ok, i was called in late today. my manager said it was important and i couldn’t just bail on him you know..?” you slightly chuckled. “even you don’t believe that miles” ok yeah thats fair. “just please let me make it up to you my love.” he took a small step towards you “i already said i know that you will” now he was just confused “yeah so what does that mean? you’re saying nothing and everything at the same time” “it means i know that you will make it up to me miles, you always do, but what about after?” “will anything change…?” you voice grew smaller. miles wanted to respond but practically couldn’t. the room was left silent before you spoke up again “right, if thats your final answer than i think you should just-” “no, no, no. i promise i can change, you just have to be…” you glared at him “right…look i couldn’t be more grateful to have you as mine and i seriously dont want to lose you, just please..”

…a silent pause filled the room.

“than tell me the truth” you replied quietly. another silent pause followed. miles couldn’t do that, or else he would definitely lose you. “i..i cant do that.” your face contorted in confusion with a bit of anger. “and why exactly cant you?” you two stared at each before you made up your own conclusions “i see, maybe your too busy entertaining someone else ?” you huffed out. bow it was time for miles to be confused. “what?? why would i-?” miles sighed “no of course not i would never and you know that!” “so than whats the problem miles?! why exactly can’t you tell me the truth?” your voice gradually got louder, your patience clearer at its end. “if i do than you’ll be upset with me, so upset that you’ll most definitely break up with me” miles said quietly, a slight wobble in his voice although it was still prominent enough for you to hear. now you couldn’t help but be concerned. miles rarely got emotional during intense fights between the two of you, thats not to say miles is emotionally unavailable, just that he always stayed cool under pressure and fights.

“miles i cant be more upset with you than i already am, plus im the one asking for the truth so i can’t be mad at you, no matter what it is” you were slowly walking up to him now. hoping to reinsure him. “ok…listen, i cant tell you the full truth but please know im being completely honest when i say that: most times when i cant make it to our dates its because of my work..” you two stared at each other, miles was unable to read your face, although if you asked him, you looked pretty conflicted. as if you were deciding if he was telling the truth or not. after a small pause you came to your conclusion. “you know what miles? if its so hard to just-“

“fuck, ok im the prowler does that help?!”

the room grew silent as before, neither of you uttering a single word.

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[cyberkitty1]

Part 2 Twin AU

inspo: @moodysunflowerbaby <3

Part 3

Mrs.Morales always thought of you as a daughter she never had. when she figured out that you hadnt come over in WEEKS she had to intervene!

“ Miles, Mylo! ven aqu�� necesitamos hablar” she says as she sits at the dining table crossing her arms. mylo and miles were sitting in miles room playing a game on the floor when they look up at each other giving each other a “🤨” face.

they both get up seeing her sitting on the table with a serious face. miles talks first “ yea mami?” “where has she been?” miles looks at mylo, mylo looks at miles. “¿te pedí que te sentaras frente a mí y te vieras estúpido? no tan awnser mi pregunta no me importa quién” now shes being serious serious.

mylo sighs “ we kind of had an argument and havnt talked since” he says going silent. she looks at miles “mm and you” miles rubs his neck “ i dont know i just stopped talking to her”

she looks at them absolutely dumb founded, like they morphed together and were sharing a neck. “ do you have a good reason for this because if not, será mejor que esperes que lo hagas porque si no, los estoy echando a los dos y la traerás aquí y te disculparás frente a mí”

they sit in silence “ whats your reason tell me, instead what happened the last time you guys talked” again mylo starts “ she started talking about how miles was good at science and stuff and i got mad because i felt she was comparing me to him and left” then miles starts before she can say anything

“ then she asked me why mylo was mad at her or if he was and i said i dint know just because we are brothers doesn’t mean i know whats up with him and then she asked why i was being snappy or something and i said…”

she waits “ what your mute? what did you say?” he clears his throat “ i said .. sorry im not happy my dad died”

she looked dumbfounded “ say it louder miles morales” she only says that when shes mad, this isn’t good

“ sorry im not happy my dad died” she almost had a heart attack. she made them sit in the bicycle position for an hour ( its wall squat but you don’t squat youre like sitting on the wall with your arms out ) losers

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some of y’all are spelling your users wrong, comment if u did

ALSO im going on a trip soon so ill try to work on part 3

[whenstherapy]

Actually so sad thinking about how happy I’d be not working and painting all day and just having time to remember drinking water and eating food regularly and loving the things I love. Instead I am working 42 hours this week and im still late on rent and I consistently forget about all of the art I’ve loved for years

[uhardite]

୨୧ day 42 - 58 of 70 ୨୧

habits:

morning stretching

gratitude journaling

skincare before bed

limiting screen time to 1 hour

studies:

ray optics pyqs

straight line pyqs

limits pyqs

gave a mock test to check my actual score

circle pyqs

parabola pyqs

electrostatics pyqs

heat and thermodynamics pyqs

electrostatics examples (1/2 done)

limits examples

alkyl halides from ncert exemplar

alkyl halides formula sheet

ray optics examples

p&c examples (1/2 done)

aldehydes and ketones pyqs

indefinite integral hsc

definite integral hsc

differential equations hsc

area under curve hsc

biomolecules hsc

semiconductors hsc

💌 note: posting this bcz there's only 2 weeks left of the challenge which is both a relief and a terror, also i felt like i wasnt studying enough but i actually have finished a lot of things and im pretty proud of myself, the exam i have been studying for is right around the corner and i am confident that i can achieve the marks i have been aiming for, also im really happy because i have been working on all the habits that i wanted to incorporate into my routine this year. my friends have been cheering me on all the way and i love them for that, hoping everyone achieves their goals in 2024 and has an amazing year <3

[dishushu]

i remember it, all too well.

42!miles g morales x reader

summary: you've been dating someone for a year and slowly you realize they've become distant. barely texting you, not showing any admiration, always out clubbing. until you went to their place and see something unspeakably wrong, you snap and they try to come back to you. months later, still broken. you met miles and you two become very close. one day you see them again and you can remember the memories all too well.

warnings: super angst (fluff in the end of COURSE) cursing, bad spanish (i’m so sorry y’all😭) creepy ex bro, cheating.

a/n: WHOOP i started listening to atwtmv for like a 100 times and it gave me the idea to write this (all hail taylor swift!!) this is gonna be so angsty i swear like im so sorry yall 😭 but lemme tell y’all i swear 42 miles has rizz i’m not lying

words: 2.2k

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your life was pretty fine the past few months since you’ve met your partner.

they were, everything you wanted. they loved you to the moon and back and you said the same thing too.

but a year passed and things started to change, drastically.

they stopped paying attention to you, stopped hanging out with you, was always on their phone and most of all, always went clubbing.

you’d be at your place and it was around 12:45 in the morning, he was supposed to come by.

the first thing that came up to your mind was text him, they were probably busy anyway?

…..

love&lt;3

12:46 am

y/n: babe, wru? you were supposed to come to my place an hour ago.

seen 12:48 am.

y/n : hello?

seen 12:50 am.

……

you sighed, tossing your phone to the side of the bed as u curled up in ball, thinking why they left you on seen.

you decided to go check up on them yourself, so you put your shoes on and walked over to his apartment.

you knocked on their door, seemingly waiting for an answer, there was none.

so you opened the door which was seemingly unlocked, and scanned around the room, calling out their name.

when you heard loud music from his room.

you knocked but there was no answer as you thought the music was drowning your knock so you opened it.

and oh boy were you in for a surprise.

you dropped your purse on the floor as you stood there as if you saw a ghost, but instead you saw them making out with someone else.

“so that’s how shits going huh.” you said bluntly with tears in your eyes as your words jolted both of them up and your partner turned to look at you.

“it’s not what it seems like bab-“ they were protesting, pushing the other person away and walking to you but you cut them off and pushed them away.

“there’s nothing to fucking explain!” you screamed. “its all right infront of me, dont even bother.” you said as the tears flowed out of your eyes, looking away.

“please love im sorry i- just- give me another chance” they tried to grab your hands and you pulled away quickly.

“so you just can call me up again just to break me like a fucking promise huh? i expected better from you.” my voice cracked at every word as i walked away and slammed the door shut.

i was home, on the floor. in a ball of sadness. tears, snot, everything flowing out. while they kept texting me.

…..

unknown number.

1:15 am

un: babe please

un: please im sorry

un: i won’t do it again

un: forgive me

seen 1:20 am.

…..

you knew damn well he was lying so you blocked the number, shutting off your phone and sliding it across the room.

that day, your whole heart broke, you never felt anything anymore, love was completely just a game to you

but do you think everything will change soon?

it was your usual day. wake up, get ready for work, walk, get to work and actually work.

you worked at the cashier in some convenience store.

you’d felt numb and dull the past few weeks and didn’t really have the motivation to do anything, but you had to so you did. but you just remember everything all too well.

you were doing your job as normal and nothing around changed honestly, it was just your average normal day until someone came in that caught your eye.

it was a boy about your age, he was wearing sweatpants and a sweater, the way his jawline stands out and his braids touching his shoulders.

you thought he was cute but you shook off your feelings and went on with your day.

you noticed he was catching a few glances from you, you thought of it as nothing when he paid normally and went out the store.

but he kept coming back to the store every single day for the whole week and you two start to talk a bit more, but not your actual huge conversations.

but this one time. he was in the store picking up a few stuff and bringing it to the counter.

you scanned the items as you put it in a paper bag,

“15.44.” you told him the price.

“keep the change.” he said giving you a 20 and his spanish accent had you rolling on the floor (metaphorically).

you mumbled a thank you as he walked out, you were going to put the 20 in the cash box but suddenly, you saw a note attached to it.

* xxx-xxx-xxxx, my number. text me soon hermosa. - miles:) *

you were shocked to the brim as u held the paper in hand profusely blushing as you started to smile a bit.

did a guy just really give his number out to you?

you kept the note in your pocket, still blushing and went on with your day. until you came back home

you held the note in your hand again, still contemplating if you should put the number in your phone.

you did it anyway.

as you shakily typed the number in your phone, you added his name in the contact number and pressed the message button.

…..

miles(?)

10:05 pm.

y/n: hello?

*minutes pass by and you were doubting a message back from him. but your phone dinged.*

miles(?): hey

*you were shaking in your bed as you saw his reply.*

y/n: you’re miles right?, the guy from the store?

miles(?): the one and only. miles(?): and you’re…?

y/n: sorry.. i’m y/n

miles(?): nice name ;)

*at that point you were shocked by the little winky face he put*

y/n: the same goes to you :)) y/n: so.. weird question but why’d you give me your number?

miles(?): just thought you were cute.

*his reply literally had you in shambles and you didn’t know what to reply with but it hit you. it could be your ex’s friend again trying to get on you for breaking up with them.*

y/n: are u sure? because i swear to god if you’re one of my ex’s friends trying to shit on me for breaking up w them i will literally murder you.

miles(?): i swear, i don’t know who your ex is. but are you okay though?

*i sighed in relief, knowing that they stopped doing it.*

y/n: yeah, sorry i’m just paranoid. y/n: i gotta go, talk to you soon?

miles(?): alright, see ya soon hermosa.

……

you closed your phone and start to smile, but it feels like everything that went down happened was only yesterday, time won’t fly for you. it’s like your paralyzed in your own heartbreak.

you lay down in your bed, thoughts drowning in you as you start to fall asleep.

days turn to weeks and you and miles start to become closer friends. and you wouldn’t deny to admit that you liked him, ALOT.

but you never told him. you were scared of commitment ever since it happened.

you never told him, you never bothered to say anything because he never asked you and you were fine with it. until one day.

you both were on the rooftop at his place laughing about anything and everything, talking about what happens.

until he asks a question.

“so, that day, the day you first messaged me about your ex’s friends shitting on you for what happened, whyd you think i was one of them?” he looked at the stars slyly, glancing at you at times.

“well.” you sighed, fiddling around with your fingers,

“i didn’t know who his friends were, so they would come around at work, giving me their number and i would text them obviously and they would always tell me i was cute or something but the next second they just shit on me saying mean stuff and i kinda just couldn’t trust anyone after that.”

he looks back down to look at you , with an apologetic look on his face, when he went to scoot a bit closer to you.

“can i ask what happened?” he asked as his hand was slightly touching yours as you looked at the stars.

“we were happy for a year, everything was fine but they grew distant. they stopped talking to me and always went to clubs and came back home drunk. they seemed off for so long and i went to their place and saw them making out with someone else and i just kinda lost it, because they did this twice and i lost my shit at that point, i haven’t felt love ever since. i just kinda lost motivation, i really want my old self but i just can’t seem to find it.” tears filled your eyes to the brim as i told him everything.

as the tears start to flow out, he hugged you tightly and rubbed your back. “lo siento mucho querida.” he whispered.

“you did nothing wrong okay? it was all them.” he hugged you tighter.

as he pulled back from the hug, wiping the tears from your eyes.

it was silent for a moment after he pulled away.

“i could change that.” he spoke up after the brief silence that filled between us.

you locked at him surprised, “what.. do you mean?”

“you said.. you would never feel love again right..?” his words were soft when he spoke.

you nodded slowly as you turn to look at him looking at the stars.

“well, i could change that.” his head lowered down to look at you but you looked away.

“how will i know you end up the same as they did?” you looked down looking at your knees when you felt his hand grab your chin and pull you in closer for a kiss.

you were shocked at first but then you slowly melt in to the kiss, finally realizing he was the one.

as he pulled away, he held your hand tightly. “i promise i won’t break your heart mi amor.” he whispered. "ill give you the world, the stars if possible, anything for you."

you felt this wave of love you’ve never felt before and it made you feel full, you went to hug him tightly as you never wanted to pull back

“i love you, miles.”

“te quiero también, mi amor. más de lo que sabes.”

after that day, you and miles started dating and it was nothing like you experienced before.

it was always flowers here, flowers there and he was just a straight up gentleman to you.

you just closed up your shop early tonight to go on your first date with miles, and when you both were walking there, you bumped into someone and both crash to the ground.

“oh my god im so sorr-“ you were frantically picking up their stuff to give it back and when you both look at eachother, you stopped talking. it was your ex.

everything, every single memory of you both flowed down your mind and you remembered it all too well.

“amor are you okay?” miles bent down to check on you when he noticed you giving a dirty glance at your ex, and it hit him.

“yeah i’m fine let’s just go.” you tried to stand up but your ex’s hand pulled you back down and restraining you from standing up.

“what the fuck do you want?” you screamed and it grabbed miles attention.

“please, im sorry i didn’t mean it can things just go back the way it was?” he protested and was on their knees begging you to stay

i pulled my hand out of his grip as we both stood up “i already told you, a million fucking times, no.”

“please i’m sorry, i- i was drunk and i wasn’t thinking straight.”

“so you’re telling me, those both times you were drunk and you weren’t thinking straight? those both times you fucking cheated on me and you weren’t thinking straight? you choosing pleasure over our goddamn relationship and you weren’t thinking straight? you could’ve thought for a SINGLE moment, will this affect my relationship? of course it fucking will you asshole. get out of my sight.” you stood back up and walked opposite where your ex was, but they wouldn’t stop and grabbed your hand again.

“just forgive me plea-“ he was about to get on his knees but miles stood infront of you and grabbed their arm tightly so they could release your arm

“back up bro, y/n already told you they don’t want you. don’t make it harder for us. one step closer and you’re gone got it?” miles let go of his hand as a warning and they nodded and ran away and miles turned to you.

“are you okay querida? you aren’t hurt anywhere are you?” he put his arms on your shoulders, scanning your body for any wounds.

“i’m okay, just a bit shaken up." you sighed, fixing your clothes.

miles was genuinely worried about you and you told him everything's fine as long he was with you.

"i'm so sorry amor that they keep doing that to you." he grabbed yout waist and pulled you in a hug.

"you know ill protect you always right?" he pulled away from the hug.

"promise?" you held out your pinky for a pinky promise and smiled softly.

"promise querida." he took his pinky and hooked it with yours and shook it softly and pulled you in another hug.

although you still remember all the heartbreaking memories all too well, you had him and that was enough for you.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ 　　°

© hearts4hobie.

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[cali]

the scene im answering this questions tag thing in is me and my clones are having a sleepover and we go on omegle as activity and @transgenderer relays to me these questions:

favorite color: black, gold, the most ultramarine blue tone u can make, nobody disagrees with anybody here, they all reign on equal thrones. 2 master carpenters were executed, one because a previous iiteration of the thrones was unequal in height and one because one of the thrones was a couple grams heavier than the others.

currently reading: im still on blindsight by peter watts i havent progressed much cuz i havent had the moods but next week i do a 13 hour train ride

currently watching: 1 episode of sopranos a day with 2 italians. they always giggle when they say italian stuff, or try to say stuff but butcher it badly. i saw it once 3 yrs ago but this is giving it a sweet new angle

last song: something off of lingua ignotas caligula. i downloaded the entire album as one mp3 file so now i dont know which one is playing. whatever song is at 52:42

currently craving: i ate much today, im scanning the grocery store currently for what else i could add ontop. um. something small,. i want these instant noodles, when i visit my parents my dad gifts me them sometimes, they dont taste comparable to many other things, long weird aftertaste, awesome af

coffee or tea: coffee, a tea is ok sometimes but i made coffee really work for me by making it supersweet always and also only ever drinking it maximum 1 time a week and only ever if i want to draw with it. and the joy of drawing and sugar conditioned me really well into putting me into a good mood just by drinking a cofe, which in turn helps the picture

hobby i want to try: now the clones chime in again, i want to learn music making one day, i want to learn to sing better because its fun, third clone says spearfishing and we look at her weird. thats a hobby for when im like 38. yea i know its good to have a couple cards to play in the mid to lategame already set up in your mind.

the mentioning of spearing an animal triggers an alarm on summer transgenderers computer, no cruelty on this machine allowed and so it automatically disconnects from the call. we thought the questions fun and invite @dogheadhermitsshed @milk5 @swordoftheberserkgutsrage @claws10mileslong @cetitan i think that spreads the spores good. a good net to invite more from there on

[jorisjurgen]

1 2 7 11 12 14 17 21 23(im evil) 28 29 (im eviller) 31 33 34 41 42 (for funsies) 43 (im EVIL) 45 56 56 56 56 56

I FINALLY GOT TO YOUR MESSAGE BESTIEEEE i was scared of answering it during the week because i knew it would take me ages.

Excluding the questions I've answered to other ppl, obv. THIS IS JUST A PART 1 OF ALL YOUR QUESTIONS.

What’s the lie your character says most often?

Atcham: he doesn't really lie enough to have a reoccuring one. He just says whatever comes to his mind, I think. Kerubim: literally everything he says is a lie. Especially when talking about past events. He will randomly make shit up, even while knowing that the other two KNOW that he's doing that. Joris: "I am in awe of your intelligence, your majesty. This will be a wonderful move, even if it may upset the leaders of Brakmar."

How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

Atcham: he doesn't, except for saying it ironically. Kerubim: anyone he's known for longer than an hour. Joris: likely to apply this word to people with whom he shared 2 near-death experiences with, because now they are connected through the Cosmic Bonds of Fate.

What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

I'm not imaginative enough to say what I would yell, but I know what they'd yell to one another.

Atcham: "Someone is mistreating Brakmarian steel swords" Kerubim: "There are discount 90yo chairs here" Joris: "Khan merch from 200 years ago?!"

All of them love buying stuff, so yeah.

If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

Atcham: any specific-ass sword facts. Kerubim: what were you doing in Bonta 610 years ago in a boutique with your girlfriend at 10 o'clock and what colour was her dress. Joris: what time he worked until last night. Any answer that isn't "3-4am" is sus.

A more emotional answer is that across 600 years they probably have got a lot of some very hyperspecific things to ask one another.

How do they put out a candle?

Sadly, I think they all just blow on it. Maybe clap and then it magically disappears. I am not a candle expert (candxpert).

What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

Atcham: most people notice he's bald. he, too, notices that, and never fails to think that it's off-putting. Kerubim: most people noitce how fluffy he is. Kerubim himself notices some random knots in his fur. It's very knot-prone, and he's a bit lazy about brushing his fur. Joris: most people think he's a child, or if they don't they still notice his height. While Joris's daily concern with the mirror is "do I need to tear out some new scales? [checks chin] [checks neck] [checks cheeks] [checks his head]"

What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?

Atcham: all of it, and no, he doesn't. Kerubim: I don't think he gives a fuck in general. Joris: all of it, yet he still follows. He hates hierarchical things, and he hates hyper specific fork and knife rules, and he hates the way teachers expect children to rise from their tables and bow and greet them, before the classes. But he copes and seethes silently, his whole life. He appreciates the way these things make him come off as more respectable than he may really be, though.

If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

Atcham: the Brakmarian approach to building pipe bom—— Kerubim: how to survive your 5th divorce. Joris: why you don't need any relationships or friendly acquaintances outside your family and why that's healthy actually.

What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?

Atcham: Kerubim's tolerance of customers that can be psychologically destroyed instead. Kerubim: Atcham keeps scaring away the customers (Joris does too, but it's a "his noble X vs. Atcham's barbaric Y" situation.) Joris: Kerubim keeps adding way too much sugar to coffee and makes tea way too dilute. It makes him dream of killing both him and himself.

[tinykpopstories]

I've been thinking about omegaverse Ateez living their post-idol pack life a ton lately and the way hongjoong would just deadass ignore the fact that hes in labor until someone points it out to him is kinda sending me but in like a soft way lmao

Hongjoong is achey and grumpy and can't get comfortable, so he can't sleep, so he might as well be working since he won't have time to work when the baby comes.

He's been working from the apartment for the last week-ish between having had a pretty heated fight with Mingi the last time he was at the studio and the fact that he's pretty much constantly leaking slick being so close to his due date, so he's been going through sweatpants like crazy.

He finally says "fuck it" and packs his shit to go to the studio for a distraction, kisses his barely-awake husband and leaves.

Seonghwa sleepily wanders in barely an hour later with an americano for himself and a chai latte for Hongjoong. His beloved mate is totally in the zone, eyes locked onto his screen as he makes one adjustment after another, but he does catch Seonghwa's hand when he sets down the latte to press a kiss to his knuckles with a murmur of thanks.

"You didnt have to get up just because im up, love. You could have stayed in bed." Hongjoong says quietly between clicks.

"Couldnt get back to sleep." Seonghwa admits as he settles onto the couch with his stuff. "Felt like I couldn't relax without you nearby so I thought I'd come keep you company." Hongjoong knows the feeling. While he's still not the most touch-feely, even after years of being together, being surrounded by Seonghwa and their other packmates' scents relaxes and grounds him when he's tense. Seonghwa isn't at all surprised that Hongjoong is bundled up in one of his favorite hoodies, zipped all the way up and hood pulled forward to envelop himself in as much of Seonghwa's scent as possible. Somehow he looks tiny like this, hunched over in the oversized garment, though it fits snug around the belly taking up so much of Hongjoong's frame. Seonghwa smiles softly to himself. His husband is so cute. He busies himself with the newest animal crossing game, determined to not be a distraction for Hongjoong, but he can't quite immerse himself in his game the way his husband is with his own screens. He looks up to see Hongjoong wince and shift slightly in his seat.

"Is he going FIFA mode in there again?" Seonghwa asks with an amused smile, thinking of Hongjoong's complaints about his his insides being used for soccer practice the last few weeks. Hongjoong shakes his head.

"Contraction. Had one or two the last couple days."

At thirty-nine weeks, that was to be expected. Warmth fills Seonghwa at the prospect of meeting their little boy. He's a little apprehensive, as any good husband is, but Hongjoong is in good health and their doctor had said everything looked perfect just two days prior, so he's more excited than anything. He glances at the clock on his game out of curiosity. 6:42 AM. Early, but nothing like when they'd been active idols back in the day. Sometimes he missed performing onstage with his pack and his mate, but he much preferred these later starts to the 3am wakeup calls they used to deal with.

He goes back to his game, dutifully plucking weeds and rearranging flowers and furniture to suit his vision, peeking up now and then to admire his husband as he works. Hongjoong's desk chair squeaks slightly with movement and Seonghwa glances up to in time to catch hongjoong wince again, one hand gently pressed to the bottom of his bump. Seonghwa glances back at his in-game clock again. 7:38. He frowns lightly. Less than an hour apart. He starts watching Hongjoong more closely then, tracking every time he pulls a face. Years spent working together had taught Seonghwa to read Hongjoong like a book, and he can easily read which faces are made at something in his project not turning out the way he wants and which faces are a reaction to physical discomfort. Silently Seonghwa marks in an app every time  his mate tenses up in discomfort and measures the time between. Forty five minutes. Forty two. Thirty seven. Thirty six. Hours roll by, and Seonghwas tension grows and grows.  Today is the day. He's sure of it. He lets Hongjoong work uninterrupted, apart from trying to nudge him into eating something around ten or so. Hongjoong barely glances away from his screen, but he does eat a little, and Seonghwa's not about to demand his husband detach from his work just to experience his increasing contractions with no distraction. Not yet at least. It's not until Hongjoong has been fiddling with the same stretch of track without making any solid changes for a while and Seonghwa's tracker is showing a pretty consistent 10 minutes between contractions that he gathers his things and gently places a hand on his husband's shoulder. Hongjoong removes his headphones with a soft questioning noise, looking up at his mate from under the hood of his jacket with that doe-eyed gaze Seonghwa loves.

"Its time to go, baby." Seonghwa says gently.

"Go where?" Hongjoong hasn't quite caught up with situation.

"The hospital, Joong. I've been timing your contractions. they're like ten minutes apart, so unless you plan on having the baby here in the studio, we should go now."

Before Hongjoong can think to say anything another contraction squeees down on him, ten minutes exactly from the last. His face pinches in pain, breath coming in a hiss as he inhales sharply through gritted teeth. It's a lot harder to ignore the feeling of being headbutted in the cervix once it's been pointed out to you, he finds. He takes a moment to really take stock of his body and all its sensations. Seonghwa's right. They should go now.

Seonghwa's hand is firm in his, gently pulling him to his feet, keeping him steady on the way to the car, keeping him grounded as they drive. Hongjoong shoots a few texts to the rest of the pack and to his and Seonghwa's parents. He's full of an energy he hasn't felt since the stage. He's excited and a bit frightened all at once, but he's never been one to back down from a challenge, especially when he wants something, and he wants a family with Seonghwa more than he's ever wanted anything in his life. With his husband's hand in his, he waddles a determined march through the hospital doors and into the next chapter of his life.

A few hours later Hongjoong is awake, vaguely rested, and ready for visitors. Yunho and Mingi are the first to arrive, finding their pack leaders cuddled up together, Seonghwa pressed so close to his husband's side if he got any closer hed be in the hospital bed with him. Mingi plops into the chair at Hongjoong's free side and shuffles in close, doing his best not to cry. He chokes out an apology for the fight they'd had earlier in the week that Hongjoong handwaves away with a tired smile. They've fought in the studio for years before, they'll fight in the studio for years to come. Mingi opens his mouth to protest but his voice dies in his throat when Hongjoong carefully passes him the baby. Mingi does cry then.

"He's so beautiful, hyung. I cant believe how tiny he is." Hongjoong makes a face at Seonghwa at those words and Seonghwa laughs quietly. He'd said the same thing when he'd first held his son and Hongjoong had grumbled a tired "Didn't feel tiny, that's for fucking sure."

"What's his name?"

"Park Yonghwa" Hongjoong answers, beaming at Seonghwa.

Yunho carefully strokes a finger over the baby's cheek and wraps an arm protectively around Mingi's shoulders, and he leans into quietly whisper in Mingi's ear.

"Eight months baby, and we'll have ours. They'll be best friends." That warms Mingi's heart. The thought of their kids growing up together as part of the pack, playing together, fighting and making up and learning together as one big family. He hands Yonghwa back to Hongjoong gently and his heart flutters in his chest watching him and Seonghwa curl around their child. Soon enough that will be him and Yunho.

"I'm pregnant" Mingi blurts out, then claps a hand over his mouth.

Three shocked faces look to him and he flushes bright pink. "Sorry, that just slipped out. We weren't going to say anything and now I just said it and, fuck, I messed this all up, this is your moment and I-"

"Breathe, princess." Yunho tells him, cutting off his panicked rambling. He rubs a comforting hand down Mingi's back and gives the new parents an apologetic look. "We were going to wait until you came home to tell you, didn't wanna take away from your moment, but I guess the secret's out. Surprise?"

Hongjoong and Seonghwa exchange a look before soft smiles spread over both their faces.

"I told you something was up with them." Seonghwa says, the barest hint of a smirk on his lips.

"Yeah yeah, you were right. You always are." Hongjoong rolls his eyes but he's openly smiling. "How far along?" He turns back to Mingi.

"Like a month? We're still kinda wrapping our heads around the whole thing to be honest."

"Wooyoung's going to be jealous." Hongjoong teases.

Wooyoung is away on a final tour, having moved back to Hybe as one of BTS' backup dancers when KQ shut down, and they all knew he was counting down the days until his contract expired so he, San, and Yeosang could start trying for a baby. He had already texted that he would facetime them as soon as his show was over, and San and Yeosang would do the same. They didn't want Wooyoung to be the only member of the pack to not meet the baby and were visiting Yeosang's parents until Wooyoung's return in three days. In between, the grandparents arrive to coo over their grandson, Hongjoong melting under his mother's doting care while Seonghwa proudly presents Yonghwa to his own parents. Wooyoung and his mates all facetime at once and Wooyoung's baby fever kicks up another notch. Now all they're missing is the youngest, now second-youngest, member of their pack. Jongho arrives just as Seonghwa and Hongjoong's parents leave for their hotel, quietly ducking through the door with a large bouquet of flower and an even bigger smile. He giggles when Seonghwa tells him the baby's name, claiming it's fitting for the news he wants to share with them. Just then a soft knock sounds at the door and somehow Jongho's smile lights up even brighter.

"Hyungs, there's someone I want you to meet," He says. He pokes his head out the door and quietly gestures for someone to come in, and they're met with a familiar face from years ago. "This is my boyfriend, Lee Yongsoo."