#jamaican reader x miles

[vqrtualheartss]

EDIT: I DON'T MEAN LIKE A FAIR CARNIVAL 😭😭. LIKE A CARIBBEAN CARNIVAL TYPA THING 😭😭

[luvjunie]

— Unforgettable ( 1 )

part one • part two • part three • part four

pairing: e-1610!miles morales x fem!reader

contains: miles rizzing you up after knowing you for two seconds, a beef patty changing the entire course of trajectory for your life. nothing too major

summary: a bump in with a certain boy at the bodega threatens to ruin your previously perfect afternoon until he offers to fix it. you assumed things would end there, and then you ran into him again. wc: 1,634

a/n: this was originally going to be one long fic but i decided to split it up, and i’m estimating around four, maybe five chapters in total. also, chapter one is cute but i thought i should let y’all know that two of them will contain some angst/conflict! this is the first series i’ve ever written so it won’t be the best, and i’m still deciding if i like how i mapped out the rest of the story so please bear with me if updates are a tad irregular 😅

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To think, a damn beef patty is what started it all.

A beef patty that had tumbled out of your hands, down the sweater you’d just taken to the laundromat— your favorite one, at that— and onto the dirty bodega floor when a hard surface came in contact with you on your way to leave.

“Oh shit—“

“Jeez, what the hell man!��

You lunch gone and your good mood with it, your head lifted a great distance from the murder scene at your feet to meet the apologetic face of who had committed this unjust crime against your rumbling stomach.

“I am so sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going…” The boy in front of you murmured sheepishly, palm dragging at the back of his neck.

Lips pursed, your forefinger and thumb pinched at the bridge of your nose as you willed yourself to refrain from cursing him out. New york already had enough of that, you decided as he continued apologizing.

“It’s my fault. I bumped into you, it’s fine.” you grumbled curtly, clearly irked. Shifting the blame onto yourself was your best attempt at keeping your anger at bay. The last thing you wanted to do was cut up in this nice man’s shop, especially not on a Sunday.

With a heavy sigh and a scratch to your brow, you crouched down and swiftly scooped the discarded meal off the floor with a napkin. Great, money down the drain.

“Let me buy you another one.” He said to the top of your green adidas beanie, palms pushed together to accompany his plea.

“No need.”

“I really wanna buy you another one.”

You shot up and tossed the remnants into the trash, your frustration evident in how much forced you used. “Dude, it’s—“

“I’m buying you another one.” he insisted, chin raising when he hollered at the clerk. “Yo, Lenny, lemme get another beef patty, man.”

He shuffled past you before you could decline again, the man behind the counter already sliding a fresh one past the register after having witnessed the run in.

You stared at the back of this stranger, brows furrowed incredulously. He was nice, which was unusual for someone in this city, so your innate response was to be annoyed at his persistence. People were always bumping into you and ruining your day, but no one had ever offered to fix it before.

“That’s the last one I got for the day, Miles.” Lenny, the owner of the shop informed apologetically, his Jamaican accent heavy on his tongue. He knew the boy usually came into his store around this hour for one thing, and it was always for one of his beef patties.

“It’s cool, don’t sweat it.” Waving him off, Miles slapped the cash down onto the counter and snatched the pastry up.

“Here,” He turned to you just as you were brushing your hands off onto your dark-wash jeans, breath held with what he hoped would be a peace-offering, extended out to you. “I’m sorry, again.”

You looked up at him, then back down at the patty in his hand before you gently accepted it, the pads of your fingers lingering in his palm when you did so.

“Thank you,..” trailing off, you blinked up at him, a silent request for his name. He was tall, kind of lanky, and had the prettiest brown eyes you’d probably ever seen. They stared back at you, appearing puzzled before he put the pieces together.

“Oh!— Miles.” he answered with a warm smile, hands tucking into the pockets of his jacket. It was green, your favorite color.

“Thank you… Miles.” you returned his smile with a smaller one, something about it contagious.

Caught up in the way you said his name for a moment, it wasn’t until you were already halfway out the door when he realized you hadn’t told him yours.

“Wait! I didn’t get your—“ he called out to the air, the bell on the shop’s door a taunt of his failed attempt. “Name.” he murmured, shoulders falling with a sigh.

He felt eyes on him and turned to the side, lips smacking against his teeth in annoyance at who’s stare he’d caught.

“Don’t be mad at me, man. You gotta step ya game up.” Lenny threw his hands up in surrender and stifled a laugh, shaking his head at the boy.

Even though he had nothing to be smiling about when he exited the small store—seeing as he was out of five dollars and still hungry—Miles found himself walking home that day with a smile etched onto his face, a little pep in his step and something to keep his mind busy.

Nothing happened, that was obvious, but for some reason he felt like this wouldn’t be the last time he saw you.

—

Exactly one thing was on your mind the next time you entered Lenny’s shop, and he already knew what it was before you’d opened your mouth to ask after approaching the register.

Well, maybe two things, but the second one wasn’t necessary to get into.

“Comin’ righ’tup, sweetheart.” He nodded at you.

“Thanks.” You smiled sweetly, idly tapping your hands against the counter during your short wait.

The white parchment paper cradling your all time favorite snack slid over to you a minute later. You paid quickly, your stomach rumbling just from smelling the savory treat.

Just as you went to turn around, you spotted that same boy who’d ran into you a week ago and nearly ruined your day. Miles, you remembered his name was, as you stuck an apprehensive hand out in front of you, patty pulled close to your chest and brows raised in warning.

“Chill,” He laughed, his hands shooting up in defense. “I’m out your way this time, promise.”

Narrowing your eyes at him, his playful demeanor rubbed off on you. “You better be.”

“Please don’t tell me you got the last one.” He pleaded with hopeful eyes, but wishful thinking never did much for him.

“She sure did.” Lenny called from behind the counter, eyeing Miles closely to see if he’d take the bone he threw. He then ticked his head to the side with a slightly widened stare, as if urging the disappointed boy to make a move.

“Woops.” Using your fingers, you ripped a piece off the patty and popped it into your mouth, shrugging as you brushed past Miles, who had just caught on to what the shop owner did for him.

With your back to him as you pushed the door open to outside, you missed the two fingered salute Miles shot towards the man as a thank you.

He followed after you, swiftly shouldering himself through the closing door and sliding outside, into step with you.

“Tell you what, I’ll give you my number for half of it.” He offered with a boyish grin, long legs able to keep up with ease.

You nearly choked, steps halting when you spun around to face him. What made him think you wanted his number? And maybe you did, because you definitely thought he was cute, but that was besides the point since he didn’t know that.

“Are you flirting with me?” you asked, and he perked up a bit.

“Depends. Is it working?”

You rolled your eyes. “How about my name first?”

He shrugged, leaning back against the side of the building a bit. “I kinda assumed that was a package deal, seeing as I’ll need something to save your contact under.”

Okay, you’ll admit it, that was smooth.

You put your hand on your hip, patty in the other with your head tilted in thought. “Somehow, I feel like this deal benefits you more than me.”

“That‘s possible.” Miles chuckled, and you can’t believe that’s all it took to convince you. How pretty he looked when he laughed. How good your name sounded rolling off his tongue when he’d repeated it back to stake it within his memory.

You quietly hummed to yourself, contemplating. You’d never accepted a guy’s advances this easily, and figured you’d test him in a way he’d most likely fail.

“Quick, what’s my favorite color?”

There was a pause.

“Green.”

Your jaw dropped. “What— How in the hell?” You gaped at him. “How did you know that?”

“You give away more than you know with your eyes.” He grinned. “Saw you eyeing my jacket last week, and you’re doing it again today. And your beanie, too.” With a raise of his eyes from yours, he pointed out the forest green hat pulled snug over your head and your hand mindlessly went to touch it. “But honestly, I was only like, seventy percent sure, so maybe you can call it a lucky guess.”

You quirked a brow. “Oh, so you think I’m checking you out now?”

“No, but I wouldn’t mind.”

Well, you’d managed to lose at your own game, fair and square. Holding his gaze for a minute, you had to restrain a smile from splitting through your calm and collected facade and shooed away the urge with a clearing of your throat.

“Phone.” You held your hand out, beckoning him for it.

Fetching it from his pants pocket, he did the same to you with his other hand, palm upwards. “Patty.”

Huffing in frustration, you awarded him the half he earned and snatched the device, ignoring the triumphant look on his face as you punched your digits in.

—

It was pitiful. It barely took anything for you to take interest in a guy in general— but even if your standards were ridiculously high, there was no doubt that Miles would have weasled his way into your thoughts regardless.

You’d checked your phone at least six times in the past hour in hopes of seeing a text, coming up with unconvincing excuses like checking the time, or the weather— all while blatantly pretending to be oblivious towards the possibility that a message from an unknown number might just be there, too.

And then it came.

[Unknown]: Best patty I’ve had in a while. Food always tastes better when it’s not yours :)

He had you on your stomach, features pulled into a hopeful smile with your legs fluttering in the air off one message. You’d remind yourself to get a grip in due time.

Who’s this?

You knew damn well who it was. But you wouldn’t be who you were if you didn’t play hard to get.

[Unknown]: Damn, you forgot about me that quickly?

You clicked the info button in the top right corner of your phone and saved him as a contact before you replied.

Maybe. Remind me of your name again? Micah, right?

[Miles]: Okay, now that’s just hurtful. I do not look like a Micah!

You laughed to yourself at that, flopping onto your back as you typed a response. In the back of your mind you wondered if things would progress any further than this conversation.

But if only you could’ve time travelled and spoken to your future self, because she would’ve told you that forgetting about a boy like Miles Morales, or trying to, would be impossible.

tags: @cctoma

[brbzonedout]

-Movie Night

Pairing: E!42 Miles x Spider-person!reader

Warnings: Protectiveness…if that triggers you.

Outside of Miles’s window the streets buzzed with noise, from cars honking their horns to people yelling for their kids to come inside.

It was late at night as usual and Miles was sitting at his desk listening to music as he sketched out ideas for a creative writing paper that he couldn’t visualize properly.

knock knock…

That was unexpected.

Miles turned toward his bedroom window to see you standing out there with a excited smile. The boy smirked subconsciously wondering what you were doing here this late, especially without texting him first.

He opened the window and helping you crawl through.

“Don’t worry your mom knows i’m here,” you said landing on the hard wood floor of his bedroom.

“ho-”

“I texted her..anyways look!” you lifted your phone to his face showing him the disney plus app.

Miles squinted his eyes shielding them from the phones aggressive brightness, “What am I looking at?” he stifled a laugh.

You turned the phone back to your view, eye brows furrowed, “Are we not looking at the same thing? Little mermaid is on disney plus now so we can watch it!”

“You ran all the way here just to watch The little mermaid?”

The boy closed the window behind you and took your jacket off your back to hang in his closet.

“With you…” you stated with a smile kicking off your shoes.

With a sound understanding he turned back around to face you, “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming? I coulda gotten snacks and shit.” the question came with a concern glare.

“Number one…” You held up a book bag full of both your favorite snacks.

“And two you wouldn’t have let me walk over here myself,” you grumbled, sounding slightly annoyed, seated on his edge of his bed in your hello kitty pajama pants. “then I would’ve had to wait for you to get me…then walk here….then have you walk me back home, then wait for you to get back home and you like to take stops so-”

He rolled his eyes and joined you on the bed. “Well yeah ima walk wit you, you know where we live right?”

“You realize i’m the Spinner right?” said in a whisper, matter of factly.

Miles sighed not wanting to have this conversation for the 3rd time this month. “Yeah ok y/n…lemme see the bag….please.”

You snorted getting ready to chew the boy out for his lack of manners, “I was bout to say- here.” after digging into the bag you handed over a platter of caribbean food from the place down the block.

“Wha- this is food food…”

“I may have also stopped at Mrs. Kiyana’s shop…allegedly.”

Miles stifled a laugh and took the platter. As he opened it he noticed you got everything exactly the way he liked it, jerk chicken with Jamaican cabbage, and plantains.

He held back a smile, “Thank you..” said in a soft whisper like tone as he reached his hand into the platter.

“Of course,” you reached back in the bag pulling out two forks. “I know you not about to eat that with your hands-”

The boy stopped in his tracks and awkwardly took one of them out of your hand. “Right, my bad..”

I might make a part two to this one as well. BUT I KIND OF LIKE THE WAY THIS CAME OUT!! YAY! Anyways thank you for reading<3

©brbzonedout

[zikkytheblicky]

♡︎ you can call me zikky or any pet names if you prefer. I’m black and Jamaican— pronouns are he/him/they/them/theirs i’m transgender and bisexual !!

(REMAKE.)

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ꔛ csm (denji, aki hayakawa, kishibe, hirofumi yoshida, young kishibe)

✦ astv (miles 42, hobie, miguel o’hara, spider noir)

⊹ demon slayer (tanjiro kamado, kyojuro rengoku, inosuke hashibara, sanemi shinazugawa, tengen uzui, giyu tomioka, obanai iguro, gyomei himejima, kokushibo, muzan kibutsuji, akaza, kagaya ubuyashiki, doma, gyutaro)

★ kpop groups (stray kids n SEVENTEEN)

(such little fandoms ik!! i don’t watch a lot of things/remember what i watch , sorry !!)

⊹ DNI LIST ⊹

-homophobes, transphobes, racists, antisemitics, zionists, trolls, isnotreal supporters, dsmp stans/fans, female readers (this includes SHE/THEY, SHE/HER, SHE/XE/THEY, etc.), people who sexualize itadori, sexists, pedophiles, rapists, sex offenders.

⊹ i WILL write

black male reader

feminine t!m/m reader chubby black male reader

trans black male reader

trans chubby black male reader

pre top surgery black male reader

pre top surgery chubby black male reader

pre bottom surgery black male reader

pre bottom surgery chubby black male reader

male reader

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Pre top surgery male reader

pre top surgery chubby male reader

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pre bottom surgery chubby male reader

submissive t!m/m reader

switch t!m/m reader

feminine t!m/m reader

any kink besides body fluid ones and foot fetish

gay t!m/m reader

sugar daddy x sugar bby trope

any trope really except for those cringe ones like golden retriever x black cat idk those are just.. uhm. like just say introverted x extroverted trope if you really want that one!! (My op sorry.)

pet names , i love them. Except for those really.. cringe ones like "my little sugar waffle! " stop it. I will use different language ones too depending on the characters nationality.

fluff

smut

“ crack “

t!m/m reader with a core/style (any types of cores like aaliyah core for ex).

WILL NOT WRITE ⊹

any kink involving body fluids or foot fetish.

HEAVY angst (r@pe, HEAVY abuse, etc.)

m preg. Like i'll do the getting cummed inside of part but not the giving birth.. having kids.. like no sorry!! ( it makes me uncomfortable. )

mahito.

aged up characters

minors

fem readers (you guys tons of stories you'll be ok, twin.)

✧ Thats it really i'll probs add more tho !!

⊹ i write in lowercase on purpose !! and sometimes space my punctuation (like this !! or this , or this . but i rarely space the period.)⊹

☆ if you’re black reader please inform about your hairstyle/texture !! i don’t wanna accidentally just use the wrong hair texture/hair style for you 💓.

request status: closed ! ⊹

[stellasvault]

My intro !! ⭐️

i’ve been reading stuff on tumblr for a while but haven’t actually posted anything so i’m sorry if this seems cringy but I promise I’m cool 😭😭

a friendly reminder that I’m a minor (i’m old enough tho 😭), and you can call me stella since I’m not comfortable using my real name :) 🍡i’m like, gay asf so i love myself a fine fictional woman.. 😋. i’m a proud woc, jamaican + haitian 🤭.

My Obsessions at the Moment Are:

all the splatoon games <3

across the spiderverse/into the spiderverse <3

hobie brown 😼

hobie brown again 😭

FNAF

my amazing hot gf 😜

pls interact if u like any of these things (besides the girlfriend part lmfao) 😭😭

What I’ll be posting on here is just mostly random stuff about my interests, drabbles of my favorite characters (*cough cough* hobie brown or anything atsv related) and maybe some occasional serious fics! (this is basically me trying to say this account is for all my simps 🤭) 🍰

what i will write:

fluff

angst

smut (no minors AT ALL)

SOME kinky stuff 🫣

almost anything basically 😭

what i MIGHT write (basically on thin ice)

character x character (there’s nothing necessarily wrong with this i just prefer writing character x reader)

specific reader inserts

character x oc (like u would request a certain og character that u made with a character)

anything about peni parker (it really depends what u are requesting but most of the time i won’t want to write it)

what i will NOT write:

smut with minors (i’m talking to u, miles and pavitr smut writers 💀)

pedophillia, proships, or any illegal relationships

age play, race play, etc.

basic bad stuff yk? 😭

so dni if u like any of this stuff or i’ll bite ur mother and blame it on ur sister 🤑

i am always open to feedback and criticism as long as u aren’t just blatantly shitting on my writing!! <3

(i’m rlly desperate so if ur hungry for something about a character from atsv/any other fandom i know a good amount about, i’ll have it fresh and ready for u 😜)

[celestica-1988]

The sound of the wind

Paring: Mick Mars x Female Reader.

Warning: fluff?

Mick has never been an anxious person, but since the cab left the flat he shared with Vince, Tommy and Nikki a storm of question invaded his mind.

What if the terror twins find funny to set the house on fire?

What if Vince and his dick scored and made a girl pregnant?

What if Tommy and Nikki will become dads too?

A terrible headache was forming like someone put a circle of metal around his head and kept squeeze it.

Shut the fuck up, he said to himself.

When I’ll be back the house will be still there, there won’t be tree manchildren ready or not to become dads.

No.

Everything will be all right, it was time to switch from Mick, the momma to the old and dear loud and aggressive guitarist ready to kick everyone’s ass.

He arrived at the airport, he entered it and in two hours he was in an airplane directed to the Hawaii, he booked a room in an hotel in a town some miles away from Honolulu to be quiet and not spent too much.

He though it was a good idea, but now he wasn’t so convinced, San Diego was away from LA, had the sea and was nearer if something happens and most of all he could go there with his car.

The hostess clearly disapproved his habits with vodka. When he bought a whole bottle he watched him disgusted like he was an old alcohol addict.

Mick gave her the “shut the fuck up, bitch!” glares and gave a sip to his vodka.

Since then they ignored each other.

What a wonderful beginning, said Mick to himself.

Finally the plane landed, the sun was shining, it was way too hot and full of people for Mick’s tastes, but it ignored it and grabbed his suitcases, the he froze.

There were some girl with flowers crowns and necklaces to place on tourists, no way in hell he would have them on him.

He looked around panicked, there were no other exit, flowers or stay two weeks in the airport.

Reluctantly he chose the flowers, he approached a girl and tried in every way to make her understand that, although flowers were nice, he didn’t want them. The girl smiled, but ignored him and put it a crown of flowers in his head and a necklace.

The poor guitarist was ashamed as hell when he exited the airport and look for a cab to take at him at his hotel, luckily the taxi driver didn’t say anything, probably used to tourist unhappy with flowers.

During the drive his thoughts raced to Los Angels more than usual and then he wanted to. He repeated firmly to himself that his bandmates were tree adults, able to take care of themselves.

He arrived at the hotel, he was small but nice, with two many light colors, but what was he waiting?

He wasn’t in a dark castle in Transylvania.

He took his luggage and went to the hall.

“Good morning, I booked a room at Deal’s name.”

“Yes, here it is. Can you give me your ID, mister Deal?”

He nodded and when all the papers were filled he went in his room, small but nice, with a terrace on the ocean. He arranged his clothes in the wardrobe and then sit on the bed.

What could he do?

Maybe he could go to the swimming pool, he wore a black short as bath suit, took the necessary and he started his first day of vacation.

He chose the more shadowed beach chair and umbrella and laid on it with his arm crossed on his chest. He knew it was an unusual position to rest, but not so much. He realized how he was wrong he was when every kid  who saw him pointed the finger at him.

“Mum, look at this man.”

“Stop it, it’s rude!”

But also the mother look was judgmental at her best.

It would be a long long vacation

 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 You didn’t know why do you chose Hawaii as a place for your vacation.

It wasn’t so different from your country, Jamaica, but the wind told you to go there and you listen to the wind because you were a daughter of nature.

You found a nice hotel some miles away from the capital of the Hawaii and you stopped there. It had everything: comfortable rooms, good cooking, next to the sea and with a pool.

It was time to go to the swimming pool  (you preferred the sea in the morning and the pool in the afternoon) and you sighted.

You were proud to be Jamaican, you were proud to be black, but you were also a goth.

Your secret wish was to have a proper white skin, white as porcelain and you feel a little guilt for it.

Whatever, you said.

You put on a costume, took your bag and left the room. When you reached the swimming pool you frowned, your favorite chair was already taken by a man. He was older than you and rested with his hands crossed on the chest. Was he vampire?

Shrugging your shoulder you walked towards him and sat on the chair next to him, you laid in silence, but after a while you got annoyed: Dracula didn’t take his eyes out of you.

“Never saw a black girl before?”

You spat aggressively.

“I never saw a goth black girl before.”

His voice was calm and soothing.

“How do you know I’m a goth?” “Black clothes, chose on of the most shadowed chair, skin as pale as possible.

I just connected the dots, kid.”

“I have a name, oldie.” He laughed sarcastically.

“I’m Mick, kid.”

“I’m Y/N, oldie.”

“Cool, now enough with human interaction.

Bye, Y/N!” The man stopped to look at you and after five second you heard him snore.

You shook your head and got up. You stretched your body and walked towards the swimming pool.

Maybe this time the wind made a mistake, your paintings were average and the only person who talked to you was that weird Dracula.

You jumped into the pool and swam lazily, you were not the one who hurried things, and you were sure that sometimes the man was still looking at you.

You couldn’t decide if it was flattering or creepy.

At dinner time you showed in the room with your favorite black dress, a waitress stopped you, she seems quite embarrassed.

“Miss Y/S, I’m really sorry to ask you that, but could you share the table with mister Deal?

It will be just temporary, we are out of tables.”

“It’s okay. No problems, I will meet new people.” The waitress seemed relieved.

You walked to you table and gasped: mister Deal was that Dracula man.

“Here we go again, goth kid.”

“My name is Y/N, mister Deal.”

You said slow and clear the surname of the man.

“Call me Mick Mars, cut with this bullshit.”

You sat and looked at him suspicious.

“What’s your real name?” “Deal, Mick Mars is my stage name and I prefer to be called this way.

“Stage name? Are you in a band or something?” “I’m in a band. Where are you from?”

“I’m from Jamaica, but I currently live in LA. I’m a wannabee artist.” “I see.”

The man stayed in silence for a while, until when the waitress was serving you dinner.

“Never been to the Sunset Strip?” You shook your head, your roommate tried hundreds of times to convince to go there, but you refused because it was loud and messy for you.

“No.” “Next time you are in the city, come to the Sunset Strip and look for a band called Mötley Crüe, you will find me shredding on my guitar.” “Motley Crue? My roommate always said she would like to be railed by the bassist, Mikki Sex?”

Mick started to laugh and you realized what the hell you just said, you would gladly leave the room if the second course of the meal wasn’t arrived. You felt like a perfect idiot, so you froze in the position of a queen on her throne.

“Ah, that Nikki Six bitch! The girls always hitting on him.

Another one that wanna be reailed by that motherfucker.”

The second course came –fish – you ate it so fast that you risked seriously to choke, then left as fast as you can. Thanks to your big fat mouth you did another dick figure, you would never found again the guts to sit with Mick Mars again.

After walking for some times aimlessly, you decided to stop in a bar and ordered a pina colada, you loved coconut since you were a kid.

After some minutes someone sat to the stool next to yours, you didn’t mind but you weren’t in the right mood to chat with a stranger.

“Oh, here we go again Y/N. It’s a pity that you ran away, the dessert was really good.”

You froze: it was Mick Mars.

“Hi, M-M-Mick.”

You stuttered red as a dark tomato.

“What’s gotten into you suddenly?”

“It’s just the story of my friend I told you.” You whispered in a very low tone of voice.

“That? The guys are used to it and they are happy. If your friends is pretty she surely would be railed by those animals. No need to be ashamed.” “It’s just sometimes I say the dumbest shit I could say.” “You can’t be worse  than Tommy.” You smiled shyly.

After all maybe you can be friends with the L.A vampire.

 ……………………………………………………………………………………………..

 The day passed and you and Mick were inseparable.

You walk around the little town and the nature that surrounded the place, you drove together in the swimming in pool and one time you dragged him to the sea.

It was the only time you used some sort of violence on him, when he was an inch away from the water you watched him. Your smiled faded via at the view of him in pain.

“What’s up?” You asked to him, leaving his les and kneels next to him.

“It’ my back. I suffer from ankylosing spondylitis. It is a type of arthritis in which there is a long-term inflammation of the joints of the spine.[2] Typically the joints where the spine joins the pelvis are also affected. I always had back sore. Stiffness of the affected joints generally worsens over time. I’ve been diagnosed it at seventeen.” “I’m really sorry, Mick. I would never do that if I knew it.” You two came back to your “studio”. It was a simple blanket placed in the shadows of a group of palms where there were your colors, your brushes and an easel.

Since you met Mick you found new energy and inspiration so you wanted him around. Usually you painted places of the islands but in a post-apocalyptic way.

“Y/N, why do you need me so much when you paint?”

He chuckled the guitarist.

“Because you are my inspiration.”

“So if your painting are so dark it’s because of me.

I don’t know if feel flattered to it or scared.” “Why scared? One day we’ll exploit the heart till this paintings will be reality.”

You would also made a portrait of him but you were way to shy to ask him.

“As inspiration I want to be paid, do me a portrait.” “It’s okay.” You just finished a painting, so you’ll grin.

“Come on, mister Mars. Go in front of me and let’s started this portrait.”

For a minute he was surprised than he did what you jokingly ordered to him.

He was a sexy man with long black hair, blue eyes and a hint of moustache and beard, and that cigarette made him even sexier.

You had to put all concentration in painting every particular of him instead of what you could do in your bedroom.

It took so long that you thought that after all you would give up an took him to you room and do a lot of bad things. You didn’t know how but you found yourself in love with Mick.

Oh, shit.

 ………………………………..

 The day before you left you found the courage of tell him everything, but in your own way.

You wore Mick’s favorite bikini and put everything you need in a bag, sighting you left your room.

You knocked at Mick’s one who looked you surprised and – you could swear on your mother – a hint of desire.

“Hey, weirdo. Why are you here?”

“Midnight bath!” “No way!”

“Come on! Tomorrow I must leave to come back to Los Angeles.”

He sighted.

“Ok, let’s go.”

“No bath suit?” “This short will be okay.” You run out of the hotel laughing like you were children.

Once you arrived at the beach, you dropped the bag and ran towards the ocean, Mick was next to you.

You swam for a while than stopped and spread legs and arms letting the movements of the waves caressed you.

The sky was beautiful, so full of stars that looked like shining diamonds.

“Woah! That’s place is beautiful.”

Said Mick.

“Well, I brought you there to tell you a thing.

I felt in love with you, Mick.” For a moment there was just the sound of the wind.

“How can a girl like you love a man like me, with my disease?” “I don’t know and I don’t care.

Do- Do you love me back?”

You asked, scared to be rejected.

Mick swam next to you, put you in his arm for a long hug and then looked you in the eyes.

“I love you, Y/N.” Than you kissed passionately so many times till the back of Mick let you.

Than you came back in your original position except Mick’s hand was locked to yours.

“Mick…” “Yea, baby?” “When I will be back in L.A I will go to the Sunset Strip, I wanna find you there.”

“The day after tomorrow I will leave too and you will find me.”

“So, let’s meet in Los Angeles.” You both nodded and kissed slowly.

In the sky the star kept shining.

[junerecords]

THIS WEEK’S USED ARRIVALS

This Week’s Noteworthy Used LP Arrivals Horace Andy - Skylarking (Jamaican Original) David Axelrod - Heavy Axe (US Original) Roy Ayers - Let’s Do It Badfinger - Magic Christian Music Black Sabbath - Live Evil 2LP (Original Pressing) The Chantels - S/T (Sealed) Cocteau Twins - Garlands (UK Original) Alice Coltrane - Ptah, The El Daoud (US Original) Darkside - Psychic 2LP Miles Davis - Bitches Brew 2LP Destroyer - Kaputt 2LP Einstürzende Neubauten ‎– Fünf Auf Der Nach Oben Offenen Richterskala (UK Original) Brian Eno/Harold Budd - Ambient 2 (Original Pressing) Brian Eno/Jon Hassell - Fourth World Vol. 1 (Original Pressing) Marvin Gaye - Here, My Dear 2LP (Original Pressing) Genesis - The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway Gina X Performance - Nice Mover (Original Pressing) Jerry Goldsmith - Star Trek OST The Greenhornes ‎– ★★★★ (Blue Vinyl) Johnny Hammond - Gears (US Original) Lee Hazlewood - Cold Hard World Lee Hazlewood - Dark In My Heart Honey LTD. - The Complete LHI Recordings The Isley Brothers - Givin’ It Back (US Original) Jay-Z - The Blueprint 2LP Michael Jackson - Thriller Michael Jackson - Off The Wall Bob James - One Led Zeppelin - Houses Of The Holy Lightning Bolt - Hypermagic Mountain 2LP (Original Blue Vinyl) Madonna - Like A Prayer Paul McCartney - McCartney II Charles Mingus (US Original Promo w/ Insert) Joni Mitchell - Blue (Original Pressing) Joni Mitchell - The Hissing Of Summer Lawns Mtume - Juicy Fruit The National - Trouble Will Find Me 2LP Nilsson - The Point! (c/w comic) Opus 7 - Thoughts… (Original Pressing) Ozzy Osborne - Blizzard Of Oz Owen Pallett - Heartland 2LP Panda Bear - Tomboy Pink Floyd - Dark Side Of The Moon (Mobile Fidelity Remaster) Prince - Sign Of The Times 2LP (Original Pressing) Dewey Redman - The Ear Of The Behearer (US Original) The Revolutionary Ensemble - The People’s Republic (Original Pressing) Rodriguez - Cold Fact The Roots - Game Theory 2LP (US Original) Todd Rundgren - A Wizard, A True Star Pharoah Sanders - Tauhid Gino Soccio - Outline Sparks - Propaganda (US Original) Talking Heads - More Songs About Buildings And Food Leon Thomas - Spirits Known & Unknown (US Original) Ultravox - Ultravox! Neil Young - Crazy Horse Live At The Fillmore 1970 Neil Young - Tonight’s The Night (Original Pressing) Various Artists - Song Reader 2LP

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