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[mandosaur]

New Rules (Miguel O'Hara / Reader)

Fandom: Across the Spider-Verse

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara / Reader

Word Count: 11,320

Estimated Reading Time: 40:58

Summary:

“No.”

Her voice is firm and she jabs a finger at your chest.

“Do not do that. Hit ignore. Block him. Toss the thing at the wall. Do not answer.”

Lyla calls again and sends an alert that Miguel is trying to contact you.

“Hit ignore! Don’t do it!” Gia reaches out for your watch.

You stand abruptly. It’s a stupid, stupid choice. You know it is. Gia is right, you should just chuck the thing in a garbage bag.

But you still fish your phone out of Gia’s purse and toss some cash at the bar.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize.

Your on and off again friends with benefits arrangement with Miguel comes to a close, but you just can’t seem to let him go.

Loosely based off “New Rules” by Dua Lipa.

“One: Don't pick up the phone You know he's only callin' 'cause he's drunk and alone Two: Don't let him in You'll have to kick him out again Three: Don't be his friend You know you're gonna wake up in his bed in the morning And if you're under him, you ain't gettin' over him.” “New Rules” by Dua Lipa.

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The outfit you’ve picked out for yourself tonight looks great. It’s a red little number that’s been in your closet for ages aching to be worn. You weren’t sure when you bought it how it would look like on you, but it makes you feel great when you catch a sight of yourself in the mirror. You look attractive, hot, and it steels some of your resolve as you head down to where you and your friend agreed to meet.

If you were being honest, you’ve really needed a confidence boost these past few days. The heart ache nestled deep in your chest wouldn’t go away and simply touring New York looking for villains of the week to fight wasn’t cutting it.

A sigh leaves your lips as you find yourself in a bar downtown. Gia, your roommate, has selected a bar for you both to have dinner at. It’s relatively quiet tonight with only a handful of people, yet it still offers plenty of distraction. You may not have been enthusiastic about going out, but you can appreciate having something else to put your mind to.

Although you can’t tell Gia the truth about your recent stint with heartbreak, she knows the details. She knows you had a little fling going on with a guy who checked all your boxes but just wasn’t willing to commit. He’d take you into his bed then leave before the sun rose. It was a never ending push and pull.

Gia didn’t understand why you couldn’t just block the guy and be done with it. She had already chastised you for your “lack of self control” and “frustrating addiction” to pain.

Of course, she didn’t know Miguel.

Miguel. The man who had come into your universe and invited you into his elite little Spider-Man task force to hunt for anomalies. The man who seemed to understand what loss was better than anyone and made you feel seen. Perhaps the only person who knew you better than you.

Gia didn’t get the song and dance you had around him because she didn’t know what it was like to exist as a masked vigilante losing everyone around you. She didn’t know how lonely it was or how sometimes you couldn’t tell who was under the mask. Or if there even was a part of you left that wasn’t just tied to your responsibilities as a hero.

Miguel was the only one who got you. The two of you had clicked like puzzle pieces after meeting. He favored you over the others and had moments where he seemed like he loved you back. Being with him was like finally finding a piece of yourself that you hadn’t realized was missing.

When the two of you had started sleeping together, you had been hopeful. Perhaps the little arrangement between you both would lead to something new. Hell, there had been plenty of moments where he had seemed softer outside of the bedroom and quite a few times you’d catch him staring with a look of affection-

But then everything would go wrong. The moment the two of you got close outside of a biblical sense, he’d pull back. Close you out and end things with you. You’d go days without speaking to each other feeling miserable and heart broken only to be suddenly called back by him.

He’d pull you back in like a magnet and sleep with you over and over again until the next time you ventured too close and he shoved you aside once more.

It was a very painful back and forth, yet you couldn’t find it in you to end things permanently. Not when he took up a large part of your heart, and not when he was your boss of all things.

Currently, you were on the outs again. He’d called it off a few days ago after a bad mission. He’d come back to HQ in a horrible mood and everyone else had suffered for it. When you’d walked up to his office to check in on him, he had snapped at you to leave. His words had been harsh and cold. He had ordered you to stop acting like his girlfriend, constantly checking in and taking care of him like a child, and reminded you that nothing existed between you other than two adults satisfying some urges.

His words had been a blow to your heart and you had left HQ suppressing tears. Gwen and Hobie had watched you go with sympathy, and Jess had mercifully delayed your missions for a while to give you time to recover. Either that or Miguel had ordered her to keep you away from him.

So, naturally, your best friend had suggested you go out for some drinks. Gia didn’t know about your alter ego or quite who Miguel was, but she knew enough to declare him undeserving of you and promised you’d find someone else.

You look up briefly when Gia arrives. She looks stunning in the neon dress she’s wearing and has done her hair in an elaborate style. There’s a happy grin on her face as she slides in the booth opposite of you and you envy her joy.

She calls your name and hugs you over the table.

“You look hot today!” She remarks.

You offer her your best smile which isn’t much. Already, you can feel some of your earlier apprehension return. You have no energy to be out and about with people. Tonight would have been so much better had you been able to curl up in bed with a box of tissues and some ice cream.

“Meet any cute people?” Gia asks. She rummages through the fries you’ve ordered while scanning the bar.

There’s a group of guys in one corner who eye her with appreciation. You think you catch one looking at you too, but you turn away uninterested. The guy seems handsome, but his eyes aren’t red and he doesn’t have two sets of fangs. He’s not the one you desperately want.

“I’m not feeling too social today,” you admit. You twirl your straw wrapper pensively.

Gia gives you a look with a deadpan expression. You know what she’s thinking. She finds it frustrating you can’t just let Miguel go. She doesn’t get why you’re so hung up on him.

But you are. You genuinely have fallen for him in your time working together. He’s showed you parts of him he’s never showed others. He’s told you about Gaby and how he raised her as a single father in her dimension for months before losing her. He’s told you about how he got his powers and the doubts that come with it. He’s shared his canon events with you and opened up to you about the stress he’s in with holding up the entire multiverse.

He’s let you in where he’s shut others out. You know he feels something for you, are sure of it deep in your bones, but he’s just not willing to admit it to himself. That’s what makes it all so frustrating. Loving someone who doesn’t love you back is torture, but loving someone who does yet won’t allow it for themselves is a death sentence.

Gia sighs and the sound rouses you out of your thoughts. She pinches the bridge of her nose and closes her eyes tightly.

“You have really got to get back out there, babe. He’s not the only man in the world. He’s not adding to your life,” she shakes her head.

You look down at your hands.

“You know I can’t,” you murmur.

A part of you wishes you could. If you could flick a switch and let him go, you’d do it. You’d be better off forgetting all about him. It would save you so much heart ache, but your feelings run deep. He’s captured you completely, tangled you up in his web, and you can’t let him go.

Gia thrusts a hand out at you with a look of impatience. She wiggles her fingers and waits expectantly.

“Gia-“

“Ah, ah, you know the drill. Phone.”

You give her a glare but pass your phone over. Gia has insisted on confiscating it since your last break up. She doesn’t want you to be tempted to call Miguel. Of course, your watch is the only real way to connect with him because of the differences in universes, but you’re certainly not going to tell her that.

Instead, you purse your lips when she slides your phone into her purse and watch as she leans forward. She has a gleam in her eye when she surveys the bar. She’s watching every person carefully trying to assess who’s worth your time.

Eventually, she zeroes in on the guy from before. He’s broken off with his friends and is now sitting alone at the bar. Nursing a glass of something amber, he catches Gia’s eye as he throws another look your way.

You don’t even have time to react before Gia is yanking you up by your hand. She’s pitching you forward before you can even blink. You half wonder if she’s the one with superpowers and not you when you suddenly find yourself in front of the guy.

Gia waves the bartender forward and not so subtly shoves you towards the guy. You catch yourself on his chair with a hiss of her name.

“You alright?” The stranger blinks up at you in surprise.

“I am so sorry,” you hold your hands up, “My friend is drunk-“

Gia swoops in and tosses an arm around your shoulder. She has the same mischievous grin she wore back in college every time she had some idea terrible she was cooking up. It’s gotten you into some trouble before and scares you now.

“Hey, you look like you could use some company. My friend here just left her asshole ex. Why don’t you two catch up while I get us some drinks?” She pats your shoulder and is gone in a whirlwind of energy.

You could melt into the floor out of humiliation.

“OhgodGia,” you groan. You don’t even want to look at the stranger out of sheer embarrassment.

The stranger coughs lightly in surprise before offering you a smile. He blinks in Gia’s wake before offering his hand.

“Oh wow,” he remarks with his own blush, “Well that was subtle. But, please, sit. I-My name is Tyler.”

Knowing that Gia will kill you if you don’t at least try, you slide into the stool next to him slowly. Maybe if you entertain him for a few minutes you can satisfy Gia and convince her to take you home. Then you can proceed to strangle her in a dark alleyway away from witnesses for putting you in this situation.

“I am really sorry about her-again. She means well she’s just a lot,” you run a hand down your face and introduce yourself with your name.

The stranger, Tyler, seems friendly at least. He grins easily at you with his own embarrassment. You can tell Gia has put him on the spot too. At least the two of you have that in common.

“Well, at least she broke the ice for me. I saw you a while ago and thought you were really pretty. My own friends were teasing me too,” he offers.

You wave down the bartender and place an order. You definitely won’t get through Hurricane Gia without a drink.

“So, a break up?” Tyler offers a sympathetic smile, “Been there. I just broke up with my fiancée a few months ago. I think I spent an entire month living off of frozen pizza rolls and watching terrible documentaries just to take the edge off. I definitely know how awful it feels.”

His words put you at ease some. You swirl the ice around your glass.

“Breakup is maybe not the right word. We weren’t really together. I wanted more and he didn’t.”

It hurts to say it out loud. It sounds so pathetic when you put it that way, but you can’t help it. The truth is a brutal knife to the ribs.

Tyler makes a noise of sympathy.

“Well, he didn’t know what he missed out on. It’s his loss,” he lifts his glass to you.

You glance away and see Gia staring from your old table. She mouths for you to keep going. You flip her off when Tyler turns around.

“I’m really sorry about my friend. She’s determined that the way to get over heartache is to find someone else. I’m not really interested in that,” you admit. Better to lay your cards out now.

Tyler leans in like he’s about to tell you a secret.

“Don’t worry, I’m not either. My friends dragged me here tonight too. The one in the gray suit is getting married next month and wanted a chill night out. I’m not here to meet someone. It’s too soon, but maybe we can be friends? Breakup buddies and all that.”

He offers you his cellphone and asks for your number. You bite your lip but decide to take the plunge. Why not? It’s not like you owe any loyalty to anyone.

Once you’ve exchanged information, Tyler’s friends call him over. They’ve decided to move on to another bar across town. Tyler has no choice but to go.

He gets up and gives you a friendly wave.

“Don’t be a stranger,” he turns around then hesitates and turns back to you, “And, for the record, that ex of yours is an idiot. I wouldn’t have let someone like you go.”

Once he’s gone and you’re feeling bashful again, Gia slides into the seat he just occupied. She’s munching on fries like she didn’t just humiliate you. You aim a hard kick to her shin and feel better when she shrieks.

“Never do that to me again,” you warn.

She doesn’t promise you that. Instead, she presses you for info on Tyler.

“You two going on a date soon?” She urges.

“He just got out of a breakup too. He’s not interested either. I’m not going out with anyone.”

Gia sighs.

“Look, the important thing is that you let this mystery guy of yours go. This on and off thing is for high schoolers who haven’t developed their prefrontal cortex and have zero impulse control. You’re an adult. I don’t want to see you so broken up about him. You need to get him out of your system.”

You look away.

It sounds easy, you admit, but forgetting Miguel isn’t an option. He invaded your senses. You remember what it’s like to be held and kissed by him every time you try and push him aside. You remember the way he laughs when you manage to crack through his walls, the way he smiles when he thinks you aren’t looking, and the way his voice gets softer when you call. Even if he’s been yelling at someone moments before, his voice always gets soft when you appear.

He loves you. You know it. He probably knows it. Everyone in the agency knows it. It’s just that he’s not willing to take that final plunge.

Before you can say anything more, your watch begins to glow. Lyla is trying to patch a call through.

Gia doesn’t know much about your watch, but she knows enough to guess you’re being called. She narrows her eyes at you when she sees the way your body tenses.

“No.”

Her voice is firm and she jabs a finger at your chest.

“Do not do that. Hit ignore. Block him. Toss the thing at the wall. Do not answer.”

Lyla calls again and sends an alert that Miguel is trying to contact you.

“Hit ignore! Don’t do it!” Gia reaches out for your watch.

You stand abruptly. It’s a stupid, stupid choice. You know it is. Gia is right, you should just chuck the thing in a garbage bag.

But you still fish your phone out of Gia’s purse and toss some cash at the bar.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize.

The look Gia gives you is murderous. She puts her head in her hands like she’s fed up with you. In her place, you’d probably be fed up too.

Still, you slip out the bar and hit your watch. A little projection of Lyla appears as you duck into a secluded area.

“Lyla?” You tilt your head.

Lyla hums, “Miguel wants you at his office. Says he hasn’t seen you in a while. Poor Miggy is worried for you. You don’t usually spend so much time away from HQ.”

She patches a portal for you. You look around to make sure you aren’t being watched then slide in. Gia will definitely tear you a new one for this tomorrow, but can’t resist the urge not to go back to him.

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Miguel is standing by his computer when you arrive. He’s reading some reports when you pop in. His eyes glance at you as you emerge and his eyes widen.

You’re still in your outfit from the bar. It’s a little ego boost to see the way his eyes scan you from inch to inch. If nothing else, you can find comfort in the fact that you still have the power to drive him crazy.

“You called?” You voice.

HQ is empty this time of night. Most people are either back in their own universe or staying in some of the dorms on the other side of the building. For now, it’s just you and Miguel.

Some anticipation builds in your stomach. This is how a lot of your late night meetings have started.

Miguel straightens up from his chair. You don’t miss the way he swallows when he sees you.

“Did I interrupt something?”

You can’t be sure but maybe there’s just the hint of an edge to his voice. He sounds a little miffed, like he’s jealous. It’s a nice change from his usual aloofness with you.

“I went out for drinks,” you admit, “What is it?”

It’s been days since you’ve last seen him and you missed him. It’s so easy to miss him. He has a hold on you that you can’t possibly escape from. He’s magnetic without trying, has a good heart even if he hides it behind a facade of anger and coldness, and he cares about people. He’s a good person. You’ve glimpsed it all and have fallen hard. Being without him hurts more than any broken bone or injury.

Miguel hesitates when he looks at you. You take stock of him.

He has dark circles under his eyes and looks stressed. A part of you hopes it’s because your last argument has also been keeping him up. If you aren’t the only one hurting, you think it’ll make you feel better. Then again, there’s a mountain of paperwork on his desk and his computer has a ton of messages unread. Maybe it’s less you and more the job itself that has kept him up.

“Jess said you needed a few days off because you weren’t feeling well. I just wanted to make sure you were healthy,” he turns away from you, “Yet I’m sure you are. If you can go around drinking, you can go on a mission.”

A prickle of irritation fills you.

“Did you just call me here because of that? This could have been an email.”

You hope your face doesn’t show the disappointment you feel. For a second, you had been expecting him to have changed. To have admitted he was wrong and hadn’t treated you fairly. Then again, this was Miguel. Miguel wasn’t exactly known for being sentimental or emotional.

“What else is there?” He doesn’t even turn around before he’s at his computer, “I’m assigning you a case this week. Your little vacation is over. You’re dismissed.”

Indignation fills you. You shake your head firmly.

“Come on, Miguel. Give me a little more than that. I haven’t seen you in days and all you do is assign me more work? That’s it?”

You step forward towards him.

He turns around and glares. His eyes flash with a warning.

“That’s it. Go.”

He’s got the voice he uses for the other recruits. The one you’ve heard him scold Hobie and Peter B. in plenty of times. It’s not one he tends to use on you, and you bristle.

“Why did you call me here? Lyla wouldn’t open a portal for me if it was just for work.”

Miguel’s jaw is clenched.

“Well she did that without me asking. I didn’t want you here.”

His words are a blow to the stomach, and your anger grows. You jab a finger at him and glare.

“You’re not even going to apologize? You insult me days ago then want to be professional again without apologizing-“

“Why would I apologize?” His own anger is rising, “I meant what I said. You knew what this was when we started. I’m not sorry you forgot.”

A huff leaves your lips. You shake your head and take another step forward.

“You’re unbelievable.”

“And you’re annoying.”

You meet each other half way. His face is clouded with anger. You can feel your heart race in your chest from you own rage.

“I can’t believe you won’t admit that you want more between us.”

“And I can’t believe you’re testing my self control showing up here in this dress and pointing a finger at me,” he retorts. His eyes go down to your lips. You can sense what he’s about to do.

You lean in first and he devours you. The kiss is full of fire and anger. You’re both pent up and stressed. It burns and consumes you in a way you’ve been longing.

Anger fuels you and you take his hair in your hand giving it a firm tug earning a hiss from him. He picks you up and sets you on a nearby desk. The files scatter on the ground. Neither of you notice.

“You’re not going to apologize?” You hiss it between breaths.

He makes a sound at the back of his throat, “I’ve got nothing to apologize for. My intentions were always clear.”

His mouth goes for your throat. Your rebuke is lost as his hands begin to inch under your dress. The words he’s spitting out at you hurt, but his fingers soothe the sting when he explores your body.

This is a mistake. Gia is right. You should shove him off you and walk away. You’ll never get over him if you’re still sleeping with him, yet you can’t seem to do that. Your body amidst the haze of ecstasy won’t allow it.

Instead, you close your eyes and give in. You let him fuck you in his office all while telling yourself you’ll deal with the fallout in the morning. You don’t think of the consequences or how much this will hurt when the sun rises-

And it does.

It hurts like hell when you blink awake after dozing off in his chair and find him gone in the morning. He’s left for the day and a note near you is the only thing he leaves behind. You read it then throw it into the waste bin with tears running down your face.

In his messy scrawl he’s written, THIS CHANGES NOTHING.

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Gia has her arms crossed when you return to your shared apartment. She knows where you’ve been. She can see it in the bites he’s left along your neck and shoulders. The walk of shame you just took burns.

“You slept with him, huh?” Her eyes are narrowed in annoyance.

You sign and bury your head in your hands. She isn’t done with you yet. Her judgement feels thick against your skin.

“And he left again, huh? Right after he got what he wanted.”

The question makes you cry. You burst into tears feeling regret and heartbreak. Gia sighs and her gaze softens. She wraps her arms around you and holds you close.

What’s worse is that the pain of his rejection doesn’t hold a candle to the pain of missing him. It’s illogical and pathetic, but you and Gia both know this won’t be the last time you make this same mistake.

And it isn’t.

Days later, he appears at your doorstep and you welcome him into your bed again.

———————————————

Days after that encounter, you open the door to find Miguel bleeding in the hallway. He has a large gash across his side that looks painful. He stumbles inside before you can even react.

“Miguel?”

You close the door behind you as he hisses in pain.

“I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come, but I need a first aid kit,” he groans.

You’re grateful Gia isn’t here. You don’t think you could explain why Miguel is bleeding in his spider suit. That or why you let your ex back inside again.

Deciding to shelve your personal feelings, you hurry him over to the kitchen and set him down on a chair. There’s a first aid kit under the sink. You’ve used it plenty of times before when you come back from fighting crime.

Miguel is strong and puts on a brave face as you go about patching him up. The gash at his side is the worst one, but his knuckles are also bleeding and there’s a tiny cut on the side of his chin that looks painful too. It doesn’t look like he’ll need stitches, but it does look bad.

“What happened?” You look up at him.

“Anomaly. I took it down, but it got me on the side. I didn’t even think before coming here. I’m sorry.”

He looks away as you work. You wish you could tell what thoughts are running through his mind. Your own are consumed with the fact that he’s here.

HQ was just a click of the watch away. Lyla could have called him to the medics there and gotten him help. Why had he showed up at your place? You haven’t spoken since the night at his office.

The memory of it stings and you purse your lips.

This is probably a mistake. The second mistake you’ve made this week. Things won’t end well if you don’t develop a sense of self control, but you’re not sure you want to let go. Despite everything, there’s still a little nag of hope that’s rooted itself deep into your heart. You don’t want to give up.

“You weren’t at HQ these past few days either,” Miguel speaks up. He suppresses a wince when you finish his side. The skin there is already starting to heal over. A testament to his powers.

The bruises on his knuckles look worse than they are. It takes just a bit of treatment to get them to start healing too. Soon, the cuts are just dark bruises.

“I did my mission. I let Hobie do the report for me,” you explain.

The mission he had assigned you on had been easy. You and Hobie had taken the anomaly down without question. It was just another villain of the week. At the end, Hobie had offered to go back to HQ without you to check in with Jess and Miguel. You had fled back to your universe certain that you couldn’t face people there just yet.

A muscle on his jaw works as he tightens it, “You don’t have to avoid me. I’m sorry for what happened earlier.”

His words make you ache. You hate feeling this way. Always dancing around the truth but never able to fully face it.

The final cut he has is on his chin. You have to look at his face to tend to it. His eyes are trained on you and the depths there take your breath away.

There’s trepidation and nervousness there along with something else. It’s soft and meek like he’s trying to shield it. You think it’s a cross between longing and affection.

He does love you too. You believe it strongly. He just doesn’t want to admit it. Miguel is the kind of man who can face hordes of villains and never falter, but ask him to open up and share his feelings and he panics. He can’t even be honest with himself.

Your fingers trace the planes of his face as you apply a thin layer of ointment on the cut.

“I thought that’s what you wanted,” you whisper. It always seemed like he wanted you as far away from himself as possible. You had agreed to give him that even if it slowly killed you, “Why did you come here tonight? Really?”

Lyla wouldn’t have sent him to you if he hadn’t asked. For all of her teasing of him, she is mostly obedient. She would know not to send him where he doesn’t want to. The fact that he came to your door means a part of him did.

Why? Why tell you to keep your distance then show up at your home anyway? Could there also be a part of him that finds you just as impossible to be away from? Or are you clinging to him and seeing what isn’t there?

A faint trace of color has spread through his face. You blink. Without realizing it, your fingers have been stroking his chin. It’s such a habit that you never even noticed it.

An apology forms on your lips and you drop you hand before he intercepts it. He takes your hand in his and stares down at it. The muscle in his jaw works again.

“I wanted to see you. Hobie said you had been injured on your mission. I nearly came here then and there,” he admits. It’s a quiet breath into the night like he can’t believe he’s admitting it. Your heart picks up.

The injury in question had been a simple broken rib. Your powers come with accelerated healing. By the time you had noticed it, it had already started repairing itself. Hobie and Miguel both know this, yet he had been worried. A part of you dares to hope again.

And then you remember the way he had left you in his office. The note that had broken your heart. The way he took and never gave anything back. An ugly feeling twists in the pit of your stomach.

“I really don’t know why you’re doing this to me,” you breathe out.

It hurts to be led on. It hurts to be discarded. Maybe Gia is right. Maybe you should just let go. Resign from the agency and ignore the thought of him forever.

You pull your hand free and turn around. His eyes follow you as you begin to pack your first aid kit.

When he calls your name, his voice is soft and hesitant. It fills you with a yearning that aches.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he admits, “We just can’t-“

“We can’t? Or you can’t?”

Miguel is brave but there is one fear he can never face. He’s lost so much already and is afraid of losing more. That’s why he keeps people at an arm’s reach. No one is allowed into his heart because he’s lost everyone thus far. His own daughter, or at least in another universe, had disappeared in his arms. He won’t let anyone else in.

A rational part of you knows it. You know he’s pushing you away because he’s scared. He doesn’t want to lose you to the danger of your jobs or the universe that keeps you apart-

But doesn’t he see that he’s losing you anyway? That pushing you away is slowly killing your worse than a villain ever could?

By the time you turn around to look at him, you are surprised to find him right behind you. His hands slot around your waist and he presses his forehead to yours. It’s an affectionate gesture he doesn’t do often. Perhaps the adrenaline from the fight he just came back from is still coursing through his veins and making him more vulnerable.

Your name falls out of his lips like a prayer. You barely have time to react before he’s kissing you.

This kiss is different from the one at HQ. It’s full of fear and adrenaline. He kisses you like he isn’t sure if he’ll ever be able to do it again. Maybe you should never let him do it again.

It’s addicting. You cling to him like he’ll disappear if you don’t. Surely he will disappear if you don’t. It feels like home when the two of you touch. You’re two halves of a whole never truly feeling satisfied if you aren’t together.

Life would be so much easier if he just admitted he loved you too. If he took a chance on you both. It would save you so much heartache.

It’s a really bad idea to do this tonight, you think. You haven’t discussed anything. You haven’t come to an agreement or settled out your feelings. The two of you are merely working on instinct.

But that doesn’t stop you from leading him to your bed. His injuries don’t stop him from sleeping with you. The darkness of the night offers some cover for what you’re doing. Some way to hide from the emotions you are trying so hard to evoke and he so hard to restrain.

It’s a long night for you both. By the time you’re done, you’re exhausted and he has to go back to his world. You don’t say anything as he turns to dress. Sleep is slowly creeping up along with the smallest whisper in your head that chides you for doing this again. Falling back into his web without measuring the consequence.

Before he leaves, he kisses your forehead. It’s a soft piece of affection he’s never done before after sex. If you weren’t so tired and sleep weren’t already dragging your eyelids shut, you would have asked him to stay.

Still, before he leaves, you swear you hear him whisper an “I love you” into your skin. You can never be truly sure of it. Perhaps it was a dream your subconscious did to ease your heartbreak, but you want to believe it’s true anyway.

It isn’t until the next morning that you wake up alone again and hate yourself for putting yourself through this once more.

———————————————

Avoiding HQ isn’t doing you any favors. There’s a mountain of work with your name on it that you haven’t done in a while. Jess has been patient thus far, but you hate to add more stress to her plate.

You’re an adult. You can do professional. Even if your ex is the leader of the agency, you know you can keep calm and work.

So days after your last encounter, you ask Lyla for a portal and set off for HQ. Gwen nods at you as you pass by and you detect a hint or worry on her face. You offer her a weak smile in turn and hurry to your desk.

Paperwork is tedious. You’ve always hated to write mission reports, but it keeps your mind occupied. You breeze through five entire files before your fingers begin to cramp.

The sun in Miguel’s universe is starting to set by the time you finally give up. The workload has eased some, but you’re stuck on one particular file. The document needs some information that Miguel has in his computer. Lyla doesn’t respond when you call her, likely helping out with another mission some other team has been sent on, so you have no choice but to go to his office.

A pit of anxiety forms in your stomach. You dread walking up the stairs to where his office is. It’s been days since you last made the mistake of letting him in, and you’re not eager to see him again. Still, you can’t just shirk your duties because you’re heartbroken.

So you make yourself a promise not to sleep with him this time and go up the stairs. You tell yourself you won’t let him back in for once. That you’ll cut him off cold turkey and be out of his hair before he can even react. Maybe if you copy the document fast, you can get out before he even has a chance to speak-

But then the sound of voices reaches your ear. You can make out Miguel’s voice and someone else’s. Peter B.? It seems the two are talking in his office.

It’s wrong of you to listen in, you know it, and you almost go back down the stairs deciding to come back tomorrow-

But then Peter B. says your name and you freeze. For a moment, you panic that maybe they know you’re here. Maybe one of them has detected you with their senses or maybe Miguel has smelled you. However, it later becomes apparent they’re just talking about you.

Curiosity burns and you hesitate. It’s wrong, an invasion of their privacy, but you can’t help yourself. If they’re discussing you without your presence, you think you’re owed some rights to hear what they’re saying.

So you inch back to the door and listen in making sure to keep yourself discrete.

Peter B. sounds serious for once. It’s uncharacteristic for him. He’s talking to Miguel and you can hear something in his voice like he’s upset.

“-ow long are you going to keep doing this? You’re both miserable.”

He’s scolding Miguel. His words sound both sympathetic and exasperated. He reminds you so much of Gia that you almost roll your eyes.

“This isn’t your business,” Miguel’s voice is a growl. You recognize the dark tone he uses. It’s a tone he’s used on you before in arguments. He uses it when you pry too close and he gets frightened.

“I’m your friend,” Peter B. argues back, “I’m just looking out for you.”

There’s the scrape of a chair like he’s flung himself into a seat. You can practically imagine them both sitting across from each other. Miguel skulking and trying to ignore him while he talks while Peter B. chastises him.

Since they’ve met, Peter B. has called himself Miguel’s friend. Miguel denies it vehemently and claims not to have friends, yet he doesn’t kick him out when he intrudes. He always seems to let him talk or lets him bring Mayday to work. It’s likely that, like your situation, Miguel does think of Peter as a friend even if he would never admit it.

“We are not friends. You should go home,” Miguel bites back.

Peter makes a sound like he’s shaking his head. You hear him sigh and the chair creaks as he shifts his weight.

“Look, I get it. I do. I was divorced once, but come on, Miguel. This isn’t healthy. You keep torturing yourself with this over and over again. When will you just admit the truth to yourself?” His voice sounds tired.

Miguel is silent. You wish he weren’t. You’d love to hear what he’s thinking.

Peter continues.

“You sleep with her, you ask Lyla to check in with her, you watch her on your screens, you send her out on the least dangerous missions, and you panic when she gets hurt. Why can’t you just admit you’re in love with her and let her in. We all deserve a chance to be happy, right?”

You manage to bite back the gasp that rises up your throat.

There. Peter has said it out loud. The one thing you’ve never said out loud or Miguel.

There’s a very tense silence that follows. Miguel refuses to budge. You can practically imagine him pinching the bridge of his nose the way he does when he’s upset.

Frustration fills you. You wish he’d say something. Anything. Finally admit the truth to someone even if it isn’t to you. Or at least admit the truth to himself.

You know he loves you. Everyone around you knows too. Jess, Hobie, Gwen, Pav, Peter, Ben…Everyone knows. It’s just getting him to say it out loud and do something about it that’s the hard part.

A hand slams on something. You almost jump. It seems Miguel has taken his frustration out on a monitor. You can hear the static chirping as the screen splits in half.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” he hisses it out at Peter, “She’s just a colleague.”

Peter doesn’t give up. You hear his chair scrape as he stands.

“You don’t do everything you’re doing for a colleague. Look, I lost Mary Jane too once. She left me and I was miserable. I would have never have found happiness again or gotten Mayday if I hadn’t just let go of my fear. Someone once told me it’s all just a leap of faith.”

A leap of faith. You think you like that expression.

Miguel doesn’t.

“I’m not afraid and our situations aren’t comparable. Your wife was from your universe. You belonged to the same world. She didn’t have powers that made her risk her life daily. She wasn’t always in danger. You know our line of work. You know why I can’t.”

You hear him begin to pace. He’s going for his stage system. If he ascends up, he’ll brood forever and Peter’s efforts will be for naught. You hope he manages to stop him before that happens.

He does. You can hear when Peter clicks off the elevator’s button and when Miguel growls out a warning for him to quit.

“You are afraid, and that’s okay. You just can’t let fear destroy you. I was afraid to have Mayday and look at me! I love being a dad. You should let her in. Let yourself be happy. You’ve already lost enough.”

You think to Miguel’s daughter. The way he had broken when he had lost her. You think of his canon events and the people he’s watched die. It makes sense that he’s so terrified about letting you in. You get it.

However, Peter is right. Fear shouldn’t control him. You’re afraid too about loving someone in your line of work, but you’ve decided to be brave. In a world where you could die any moment, isn’t it better to die having have experienced a great love? Doesn’t the reward outweigh the pain?

Miguel mutters a string of Spanish. He’s irritated and beginning to shut down. Any moment now he’ll close himself up. You just hope Peter’s words were enough to get him to think.

Your hopes, however, are shattered when he next speaks.

“I’ll end things with her then. Happy? Set her free. She doesn’t deserve being strung along-“

“Miguel, that’s not what-“

Peter’s words are cut off as the elevator is turned back on. Your eyes burn with tears and anger floods you.

Stupid, stupid man. Too stubborn and cowardly for his own good.

“Don’t do this, Miguel, come on!” Peter practically begs him as the elevator begins to make its ascent up, “It’s not just you you’re hurting.”

“I’m going to end things once and for all. You’re right. This isn’t fair.”

Miguel’s words are final and the elevator clangs as he reaches the top. Moments later, you hear Peter drop into his chair out of frustration. That’s your key to leave.

You storm off HQ and call on Lyla. This time she answers. Whatever playful retort was on her tongue earlier dies away when she sees your tears.

You don’t give her a chance to ask what’s wrong. Instead, you demand a portal back to your world.

Emerging back into your apartment, you storm over to your cellphone. Gia was right, you think, you do need to get him out of your system. So you scroll until you find the text from Tyler all those nights ago at the bar and you send him a message inviting him over.

If Miguel wants to call things off, then you’re way ahead of him.

———————————————

Tyler is a great guy. He shows up at your apartment with some take out and doesn’t pry when he sees your poor attempt at concealing your pain. He’s entirely platonic and friendly when you invite him in.

He knows this isn’t anything more than a distraction. You two are break up buddies. There’s no romance or lust between either of you, so there’s no nervousness or tension when you sit down to eat.

Gia has left for the night pleased that you’ve finally taken her advice. You don’t have the strength in you to clarify that it isn’t like that and she doesn’t have to leave your apartment to give you privacy.

“Hope you like Chinese,” Tyler holds up some takeout boxes.

“Love it,” you reply. You try to sound upbeat and positive, but it falls flat. Tyler gives you a look of concern but doesn’t comment. He’s willing to give you space.

The two of you plop down on the couch and you let him choose a channel. He opts for a shitty B film with monsters. The acting is so poor that you find yourself snorting.

Tyler makes you laugh too. He makes it a game to spot plot holes and inconsistencies. The one who finds the most will get to pick dessert.

He’s good company. When you find yourself starting to think too long on what happened, he makes a joke to get your attention back. Perhaps if you hadn’t fallen in love with Miguel, maybe the two of you could have been something. In another universe, maybe you do end up with Tyler.

Still, in this universe, your heart is still broken.

At some point, you win and you decide on a key lime pie in the fridge. Tyler brings out some wine and you settle down into the kitchen table.

“I didn’t want to pry, but are you feeling better?” He looks at you over the rim of his glass.

“Better than this afternoon,” you admit. It’s not completely a lie.

You needed this. Being able to spend time with a friend is a good distraction. Tyler is a good guy. He doesn’t pry anymore after that question.

Instead, the two of you talk about anything and everything. You feel at ease. He makes you laugh and smile quite a few times. By the time midnight comes around, you’re surprised that you lost track of time.

He stands up and decides to call a ride-share. You tell him not too. It’s too dangerous for him to be out at night. You offer him your bed and insist when he protests. You’ll take Gia’s bed. She always takes yours when she has family over at your apartment. You know she won’t have a problem if you take hers for a night.

The two of you go to bed in your own rooms. You find your thoughts drifting towards Miguel, but you shut them down. You really don’t want to think of him now. Not when he’s decided that he’s going to end things once and for all.

At some point you drift off to sleep. You don’t wake up until the next morning when someone knocks on your door.

Your room door is still shut, Tyler is sleeping in. You don’t even think before opening the door convinced that it’s Gia coming back. However, the person standing in the hallway makes you freeze.

It’s Miguel, not Gia, who stands there. He’s wearing civilian clothing and looks miserable. There’s exhaustion on every plane if his face like he hasn’t slept a wink thinking. You hesitate.

“Miguel?”

He hangs back taking you in. You must look like a mess in your pajamas. If you weren’t still half asleep, maybe you’d be embarrassed.

“Can I come in?” He calls your name softly and adds a ‘please’ when you don’t move an inch for the longest time.

You glance at your room door hoping Tyler is still asleep when you let him in.

The last time Miguel was here, you two slept together. It feels maddening to have him so close again.

“What do you need? Lyla didn’t call me.”

You try to keep your voice even, steady. It’s an attempt to hide the turmoil inside you. Miguel hesitates when he sees the two wine glasses on the table. You had left them out yesterday. Still, he opts not to ask about it.

“I wanted to talk to you,” Miguel admits, “I haven’t been fair.”

You remember his conversation with Peter. Is he here to end things once and for all? You wrap you arms around yourself to keep you steady.

“I’m sorry,” Miguel murmurs, “For everything. You didn’t deserve it. I took advantage.”

“You didn’t do anything I didn’t want to do,” you shake your head, “It’s not taking advantage if you were honest from the beginning. I just got my hopes up.”

The words feel bitter in your tongue. You look down at the floor.

“But I wasn’t honest,” Miguel admits. It’s a quiet whisper that makes you look up. He looks like he’s struggling. He’s never been good at vocalizing his feelings or talking things out. This is a major effort for him, “I lied. I wasn’t being honest.”

He takes a step towards you and you stare blankly at him. You don’t want to get your hopes up.

He calls your name again. A plea.

“I wasn’t honest when I told you I didn’t want anything between us. I was being a coward. Peter B. poked his nose where he didn’t belong and talked some sense into me. Jess chewed me out too last night. They both made me realize how terrible I’ve been.”

So Jess had talked to him too. It was probably after you had left. Having been on the receiving end of her scolding before, you can imagine it was a harsh awakening for him. It must have been if he’s deviated from his initial plan with Peter.

You wait patiently as he gathers his thoughts. This is a huge effort for him, and you know it doesn’t come easy. Some hope rises in your chest.

“The truth is, I’ve been lying to the both of us for a long time. I-it isn’t just sex, alright? It was never just sex.”

He takes a step closer. You watch him closely. His eyes are open to you now. You can see the emotions there. The affection, the heartbreak, the yearning, the fear, the love. It makes your breath hitch.

“Miguel-“

He cuts you off gently. His hand goes for your cheek. He hesitates just briefly, his fear wanting him to bolt, but he fights it back. When his skin touches yours, a little spark has you both feeling dizzy.

“The truth is, I do want more. I’ve wanted more since you walked into HQ to begin with. I kept pushing you away because I was scared. I know you probably don’t want anything to do with me, I wouldn’t blame you if you told me to leave, but I want you to know the truth. I don’t want you to think it was something you did or that you were never good enough.”

Silence reigns between you both. Emotion chokes your words. He leans in briefly.

“I want this,” he breathes out, “You terrify me, this scares me, and I hate feeling this sense of panic, but I can’t stand it anymore. I don’t like seeing you cry or pushing you away.”

“I-“

The words die in your throat. You think about how you want to tell him that you love him, that you want this with him too, and that you’ve been waiting for this moment. This dream of yours has finally come true and you feel like you can finally breathe again. You want to pour everything you feel into your words so that he can understand everything you’ve gone through. You just don’t know how.

To his credit, he waits patiently. His eyes are warm when he looks at you. It’s the type of look he’s only given you before when he thought you weren’t paying attention. Your heart races in your chest.

Just when you think you’ve found the right words to respond-

The door opens behind you. A half asleep Tyler stumbles out still unaware of his surroundings.

The world stops.

You see the moment Miguel turns his head and spots him. He realizes he’s coming out of your room. Slowly, you see everything start to fall apart.

You want to beg him to listen, explain to him that it isn’t like this, and tell him that nothing happened. Yet he’s already moving away from you. His eyes cycle between betrayal, jealousy, heartbreak, and fury before he closes himself off. He takes a step back and an entire chasm opens up between the two of you. Whatever progres you two had just made is now gone.

Tyler blanches when he spots Miguel. You see the wheels churn in his head and he realizes what happened. What he’s just done unintentionally. The last of the sleep disappears from his system and is replaced by shock.

“Oh god, sorry,” Tyler blanks.

For a moment, you think you see Miguel tense. He’s like a coil waiting to spring. You suspect he’s getting ready to launch himself at Tyler. You take a step between them to try and stop him and try to explain-

It’s too late. Miguel reins in his self control and doesn’t strike. Instead, he straightens himself out and turns away.

“I didn’t realize you had company,” his voice is a deadpan growl much more terrifying than anything you’ve ever heard before. You move before you can think. Your hand snags his sleeve to try and explain what just happened-

He firmly tugs himself free of your grasp. His voice is cold, detached, and guarded when he answers back.

“Don’t worry, I’ll let you two get back to it. This was a mistake I won’t make again.”

He storms out of your apartment with his entire body practically seething with anger. You try and follow only to see him disappear in the middle of the hallway. Lyla closes the portal before you can follow.

Tyler is incredibly apologetic when he leaves. He feels terrible he’s ruined things for you. You half heartedly tell him it’s not his fault. It’s all yours, really.

By the time he’s gone, you feel like someone has taken your heart and crushed it in the palm of their hand. You crawl back into Gia’s bed and sob until your head begins to pound. Everything feels ruined.

———————————————

Gia finds you there sometime in the morning. She smiles and opens her mouth to tease you about your date when she catches sight of your face. Immediately she pales and rushes forward.

“What’s wrong? Did Tyler hurt you?” Her hands come around you and she holds you tightly.

You shake your head.

“Then what happened? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” she fusses over your tears. Her eyes are wide with surprise. You reckon you’re giving her a terrible fright.

In between sobs, the story pours out of you.

You tell her everything. How Miguel had come to tell you that he wanted a romantic relationship between you, how you had been about to tell him that you loved him too, and how Tyler had given him the wrong idea.

You’re practically shaking by the time you’re done. Gia presses her lips together and holds you closer.

Your heart has never broken quite like this before. It’s in millions of tiny pieces. You don’t think you’ll ever be able to pick them back up. Not with what happened.

Gia holds you until you’re done crying. She’s pensive as she stares out the window. Finally, she sighs.

“Call him.”

It’s such a deviation from her old advice that you blink at her. It pains her to say it out loud. She looks like she bit into a lemon when she does, but she powers through.

“Look, this guy got the wrong idea, right? Go see him and explain things. Don’t let him get away. It sounds like he genuinely cares for you.”

You wipe away at a tear on your cheek and glance at her.

“You hate him,” you mumble. Gia helps you clean up your face. Her hands are gentle.

“I hated him because I thought he was just a booty call leading you on. It sounds like he does love you back. You shouldn’t let him go after a misunderstanding, right? At least explain what happened to him and go from there,” she bites her cheek, “If you’ve been fighting for him all this time, what’s one more battle? Give it one last try.”

Her advice seems so simple. You sniff until some of your tears finally dry. Your head is pounding but it’s nothing compared to the agony that is in your chest.

Gia helps you dress and gives you breakfast. She wishes you well. When this is all over, whether it ends in tragedy or success, you’ll have to thank her. She’s put up with so much on your behalf.

You tell her you’re going to his apartment. Trepidation fills you as you round a corner. You call up Lyla on your watch.

When she greets you, her face is downtrodden. You miss her cheery and teasing personality.

“It’s not a good idea for you to head over there right now,” Lyla hesitates, “He’s in a mood. He’s been smashing things and throwing stuff in his office all morning.”

You wince wracked with guilt. You hurt him. Sure he probably deserved it after how badly he’s hurt you, but you still never meant to do that to him.

“Lyla, please let me in,” you beg.

Lyla looks away.

“He told me he didn’t want you anywhere near HQ for a few weeks. You’ve been put on leave.”

Panic grips you. You need to speak with him. You hold the watch up and beg.

“Lyla, please. Please let me make things right. He’s got the wrong idea.”

It takes some more begging. Lyla looks torn. She doesn’t want to anger Miguel further after this morning, but she also doesn’t want him to hurt himself on a misunderstanding. Finally, she wilts and opens a portal. You jump in before you have a chance to second guess yourself.

———————————————

Lyla had understated the sight of Miguel’s office. It’s a complete war zone. His monitors are smashed on the ground, his desk is half way across the room, and there’s broken glass everywhere. He’s destroyed everything in his wake. You wince as you step over broken wood and metal.

Jess has opened the door for you. She tells you to leave immediately if things get messy. Miguel really doesn’t want to see you right now. Lyla will be on standby ready to send you home or anywhere else if you ask her to.

You wave them both away as you search for Miguel. His elevator is on the ground which means he has to be somewhere on this floor.

After a while, you find him. He’s staring out the window and his entire back is rigid. He senses you before you have a chance to speak.

“Get out.”

It’s a harsh bark of an order that makes you wince. You stay rooted to the spot.

“Miguel-“

“Lyla, get her out.”

He taps on his watch and Lyla appears. She looks between the two of you before shaking her head.

“No can do. Jess has me working a different mission. Sorry, Miggy. Guess you’ll have to talk things out like adults.”

She winks out before Miguel can press her again. You hear the sound of anger he makes as she disappears. He still doesn’t turn around to look at you.

“I came to speak to you,” you hear yourself say. You’re surprised your voice sounds so calm. You certainly don’t feel okay. Your ears are roaring and your heart is going a million miles a minute.

“I don’t want to hear it. See yourself out.”

This time he does turn. His face is completely devoid of expression and he moves away from you.

You spin around to follow.

“What you saw isn’t what it looks like. Tyler and I are just friends.”

Miguel huffs something that sounds like a laugh. It sends shivers down your spine. He says Tyler’s name under his breath like a curse.

“It doesn’t matter,” he waves you away, “You and I are just coworkers. Nothing more.”

His words ache but you don’t let them land. You know the truth. He’s told you it just a few hours ago.

“Miguel, stop,” you come up behind him. He’s completely tense when you grab his hand to stop him.

“Enough,” he says your name with a warning, “Go home. There’s nothing more to say.”

You don’t budge. There’s a terrible voice inside your head that tells you that letting him go now would be a mistake. That if you don’t clarify things, you’ll lose him forever.

You try again.

“Nothing happened between us. I only care about you. Please look at me,” you plea. You try to sidestep him to put yourself in his direct field of vision.

He turns around.

“It wouldn’t matter if it had, you owe me no loyalty. We were never together,” he argues back. It sounds like he’s trying to convince himself of that. Perhaps he’s been turning those words over in his head all morning.

You won’t let him leave. He needs to know the truth. If he decides afterwords that he still doesn’t want you, fine. You’ll give up and resign from the agency. You’ll go back to your old life and force yourself to let him go, but he needs to know the truth at the very least.

“Nothing happened at all. We slept in separate beds. There is no one else but you,” you move forward, “I was going to tell you then that I do want you. That I’ve always wanted you.”

He still won’t look at you. You manage to stand in front of him and force him to see you. You want him to look and see the sincerity in your gaze. The love you hold for him burns bright when you meet his eyes.

Some of the tension from his body leaves. He sees that you mean every word. That if Tyler hadn’t interrupted, you would have told him you loved him then and there.

But he’s still afraid. He’s warring with himself over what to do. His instincts tell him to push you aside like he’s been doing. To save himself further pain by cutting you off once and for all. Another part of him is crying out for him not to. The part of himself he had bared for you this morning wants him to give in. To hear you out and be honest with himself.

You hope that other part of himself wins. You need that part of himself to win.

“Please believe me,” you whisper, “It’s only ever been you.”

His eyes close as your hands trace his face. You have to stand up on your tippy toes to reach him.

After a long pause, he sighs.

“Do you know how much it killed me to see him? To imagine him touching you? I almost killed him. The worst part was that I knew it was all my fault. That you owed me nothing and it wouldn’t have mattered if you had decided to move on because I pushed you away.”

“Do you know how much it killed me to be pushed away?” You murmur. It’s not a rebuke or retort. There’s no poison or malice behind your words, you just want him to understand that you’ve both been hurting.

He winces anyway. His eyes trace every inch of your face as if looking for something. You aren’t sure what he’s searching for, but you do know there’s more you haven’t said.

“I want to be with you. I’ve been fighting for you since the beginning. If you don’t want me, then tell me. Tell me once and for all, so that I can move on because I’ve been suffocating these past few days,” you slowly withdraw from him to give him space, “I love you, Miguel. But I can’t keep doing this. You’re breaking me.”

Silence descends in the room. Your heart beats wildly in your chest.

There. The ball is in his court now. He can either accept or reject you. Either way, this game between you will be over.

He’s quiet for so long that you suspect he’s made his choice. You try not to show how heartbroken you are when you take a step back. You’re about to apologize for wasting his time when he surges forward.

You don’t have time to react before he’s picking you up. His mouth crashes against yours and his kiss steals your breath away. He pours everything in it. His heartbreak, his longing, his love of you. It’s so powerful that you feel your self start to melt. You respond in kind kissing him back just as fiercely.

He holds you to him as if afraid that you’ll disappear if he lets you go. You two meet again and again. In between breaths, he pants your name. It isn’t until both of your mouths are bruised that you manage to come up for air.

He leans into you almost immediately after, kissing your throat and murmuring against your skin.

“I want you. I’ve wanted you since the beginning. I’m sorry,” he kisses your mouth gently in another apology, “I don’t deserve this.”

You cut him off before his thoughts can spiral again.

“I love you,” you repeat. His eyes close like he can barely believe it so you say it again. When he opens his eyes, you see the love for you in them. You’ve always known he loved you. Now, you finally have a confirmation.

“I love you too,” he responds. It takes your breath away. You’ve been waiting for a really long time to hear those words.

The next time you kiss, it’s less frenzied. This time, you both know you have time to pace things out. You’ll have all the time you need from now on. You’re both done pushing each other away and breaking your hearts.

His heart is racing against you and you feel your own beat against your ribcage. Still, you press forward. Declarations of love spill forth between heated kisses and nips. You’re drowning in each other.

For the first time in ages, things slowly start to fall into place. The darkness looming over you is gone replaced by a beautiful sunlight. You feel yourself smile into the kiss and he kisses you more softly as a result.

The two of you will have to talk at length more in the future. You’ll have to discuss what you being in an official relationship will mean in terms of your jobs and your different universes, but that’s all a problem for tomorrow. For now, you’re both content to be with each other and to celebrate the fact that you are now together.

The road ahead will not be easy. Nothing in life ever is. Yet you know you can both weather it if you fight for each other the way you’ve been fighting each other. There’s nothing the two of you can’t survive if you work hard.

Together.

#miguel ohara x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #across the spiderverse #miguel ohara x y/n

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sully kids modern!au headcanons

Neteyam:

he/him pronouns

bi with a preference for men

loves listening to hozier and prolly dua lipa

eat your young is his song rn

runs track, but has done archery since he was younger with Neytiri

also did rock climbing for a bit

a rock climbing god

def has good grades, like a’s and b’s

super good at English and history

reads for fun and sometimes plays video games with Lo’ak

hates shooting games tho

will not play stuff like COD

for sure had braces and as soon as he got them off, all the girls started flirting with him

he lets them down easy

genuinely enjoys looking after Tûk

Tsireya is absolutely his best friend and they do face masks and listen to kpop together

a pretty good cook, but is better at making simple stuff from babysitting Tûk

got a septum piercing during senior year but doesn’t wear it at home bc Jake would be mad

Neytiri knows

she thinks it’s sick

Jake wants him to join ROTC but it’s the one thing he won’t do

is the only kid who consistently calls Jake sir

kind of looks up to Spider bc Spider is a year ahead of him in school

started dating Ao’nung junior year

Kiri:

she/they pronouns

pansexual(?) or unlabeled

kind of likes kpop bc of Tsireya, but like religiously listens to Sza and Mitski

doesn’t play any sports, but takes some art classes

she draws on her biology notes

takes botanical drawing classes

super good at science, particularly biology

good grades, mostly a’s and b’s

reads sometimes but prefers to hang out on her phone while Neteyam reads

is always in her sibling’s rooms

Lo’ak is always yelling at her to get out of his room

has, like, a million plants, but not a single one of them is dying

kind of a loner at school, but just hangs out with Spider and sometimes her siblings and Tsireya

Tûk used to drive her crazy, but now Kiri gets that Tûk just looks up to her

goes to visit her mom every weekend

has pierced ears but never really wears earrings

she wants a nose piercing so badly that she is considering doing it herself

she says she hates that Lo’ak sometimes calls her his twin

she secretly likes it

it makes her feel included

like she’s not adopted

is extremely aware of the fact that Rotxo likes her but refuses to make the first move

they start dating in junior year

Lo’ak:

he/him pronouns (or maybe he/they)

i feel like he might try out they/them pronouns at one point

bi with preference for women

in my bi Lo’ak era

used to do archery with Neteyam and Neytiri but kind of hated it so he stopped going

started playing basketball in middle school and is like, super good

Jake is always at his games embarrassing him by yelling at the ref

honestly pretty good at school

he just doesn’t like it that much so he doesn’t want to try

for some reason, i see him being really good at math

has mostly b’s because he has to maintain a good average to play sports

plays video games a lot but will always switch from first person shooters to something else if Neteyam wants to play

hangs out with Neteyam all the time bc Neteyam is his role model

he will never admit that Neteyam is his role model

(Neteyam knows. Lo’ak did a project in sixth grade on role models and wrote his whole essay about his older brother. Neteyam found it and keeps it in his desk.)

wants to be like Jake and gets frustrated when Jake can’t see that

they fight a lot, but when Lo’ak gets older they have a heart to heart and their relationship gets better

absolutely adores Tûk

pretends he doesn’t

100% listens to rap music in public but secretly loves kpop, particularly twice

him and Tsireya started dating their freshman year

is always showing up to school with his nails painted bc Tsireya insisted on doing them

wears mascara bc he likes having long eyelashes

Kiri pierced his ears in their bathroom in junior year

Tûk:

she/her

she’s eight so she hasn’t really thought about sexuality related stuff yet

loves her family!

always wants to hang out with Jake and Neytiri bc she thinks the adults are cool

they spoil her to no end

when the parents aren’t around, she bothers Neteyam

loves to tease Kiri about Rotxo

enjoys showing up right when Lo’ak and Tsireya are about to kiss and asks them inane questions

Tsireya thinks it’s cute

Lo’ak yells at her to go away

does swim classes on Saturday mornings and Ao’nung is her swim teacher

that’s actually how Neteyam and Ao’nung formally met

Tûk was instrumental in getting them together

also plays soccer after school three days a week

good at school, but prefers going on field trips bc she likes learning by doing stuff

begs Jake to chaperone her field trips

she is the reason that Jake and Neytiri accept Spider bc she bothered them for days to let him move in with them

genuinely the sweetest most adorable child

has an iPad and enjoys playing subway surfers and those toca boca games

she makes Lo’ak play with her bc she knows he enjoys video games and thinks that it’s a way to get him to hang out with her

(at first Lo’ak didn’t know that that was why she was doing it, but Neteyam told him and now he pretends to complain but loves the toca boca hairstyling game. he downloaded it on his phone.)

has an easy bake oven and ‘cooks’ for Jake

he pretends to eat it but feeds it to the dog

(the dog usually vomits later.)

Spider:

he/him pronouns

straight, but absolutely a very supportive ally

raised by Norm bc his mom and Norm were friends when they were younger

the sullys and Norm were neighbors for Spider’s whole life so he spent a lot of time over there

at first, Jake and Neytiri didn’t like him, but eventually warmed up to him

this was bc of the kids

obviously

moved in with the Sullys when he was 14 bc Norm was moving

pretty good grades, mostly has b’s

does rock climbing and is super good at it

used to go to the climbing gym with Neteyam but now goes by himself

when his dad retired from the military, Quaritch wanted Spider to move in with him

Spider compromised and visits Quaritch every other weekend instead

tries to balance the oldest sibling responsibilities with Neteyam

genuinely cares for the sully kids so much

lets Lo’ak vent to him about Jake

Kiri is always ranting to him about her crystals and plants and stuff and he just loves listening to her

he is a super good listener in general

takes Tûk to soccer bc she practices at an indoor field and it’s at the same place as the climbing gym

plays video games with Lo’ak all the time

was homeschooled until high school

bc of that he’s pretty good at science and technology stuff bc that’s what Norm and Max know the most about

sucks at English and history and gets tutored by Neteyam

so caring and genuine

all he wants in life is to be the best big brother and be accepted into the family

the day that he goes off to college, Neytiri hugs him and tells him that she is thankful he is her son

he cries so hard

#atwow #atwow jake #avatar #avatar the way of water #atwow tuk #atwow neytiri #atwow neteyam #atwow loak #atwow kiri #atwow spider #atwow quaritch #headcanons #modern!au #modern!atwow #atwow Tûk #aonunete #ao’nung x neteyam #rotxo x kiri #lo’ak x tsireya #atwow headcanons #avatar the way of water headcanons #loak headcanons #neteyam #neteyam headcanons #kiri sully #kiri headcanons #avatar tuk #spider socorro #lo’ak sully

[maddipoof]

(center Tangerine icon by @cherriedt that was linked on pinterest, and the rest of them are just from pinterest :/, and the pictures of the necklace and the dress aren't meant to show the reader, just the kind of outfit I was picturing, it just happened to be Dua Lipa's met gala necklace and Lady Gaga)

Requested by my love and my life (but I forgot to put this under that and I'm in too deep) @loving-and-dreaming thank you for everything you've ever sent me, asked me, or tagged me in <33<333 Warnings: None graphic violence, bruising, bleeding, language (duh), smoking and sickeningly rich people el oh el WC: 2.7k and not proof read

When your mother invited you to one of her friends’ charity galas, this is hardly how you expected the night to go. You slipped into that black velvet gown that she offered you, with the perfect neckline to show off the necklace that was a gift from both your parents for your last birthday. The one with the fat diamond right in the center. It was certainly the gem to talk about. It even made quite a few headlines. 

And it was certainly the talk of tonight, with half the conversations you had almost certainly leading to their eyes being drawn to your chest within the first 30 seconds. And for a masquerade, it was quite hard to remain anonymous when the thing was practically a shimmering name tag. Which was a fact you came to regret sooner rather than later. 

About an hour after you arrived, after finding your table with your parents and greeting your friends, another masked man asked you to dance. He was tall, with quite the head of thick brown hair, and a hell of a mustache. But there was something about him that you couldn’t quite place, as you made polite conversation on the ballroom floor. His accent, maybe. 

“May I ask where you’re from?”

“Oh well, that’s hardly the point of a masquerade now, love.” You spun away on cue and he drew you back in. “It’s about the mystery.” And with that the waltz ended with his chest against your back and your breathing heavier than it has been with any other partner that night. You tried to clear your throat quietly, with the way he was breathing down your neck. He was so overwhelming, what with his deep blue suit in such subtle contrast to the sea of black you were swimming in, and the strength of his arms that he didn’t use against you, but with you as he led you through the dance. 

You twirled out of his arms and bowed along with the rest of the ladies on the floor. You nodded in gratitude for the dance then left to go find your friends with a shake of your head. “Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ.”

“Looking a little winded there,” your closest, and most likely only true friend, Remington (or Remy to you), offered you her arm as you aimed for the restroom in hopes of a chance to catch your breath. Once inside, you reached into one of your deep pockets that were hiding beneath the voluminous fabrics of your skirt to pull out a small pack of cigarettes. You slipped one of the few remaining sticks between your lips and fumbled through your other pocket for the lighter you couldn’t reach. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“You have a better one?” Remy sighed and took her zippo out of her little handbag. “Thank you, dahlin’,” you put on an accent like the man you’d danced with.

“Ooh, so you’ve met the mysterious gentleman.”

“Dance with him too.”

“Oh my.”

“Oh yes.” You looked over your makeup in the mirror and checked your hair. 

“Why does it smell like cherries?”

“They’re flavored.”

“That’s literally worse than smoking on its own.”

“I know but…cherries.” You took a final drag then stamped it out on the side of the sink and brushed the ashes down the drain. “Alright, gotta go get yelled at by my mother.” 

You both gave each other salutes before you went back out into the hall and she went into a stall. There was a strange sound coming from around the other corner of the hallway towards the ballroom. It was most likely some sleazy billionaires’ sons thinking much higher of themselves than anyone should, so it was best to move on back to your table. 

The whole time you sat there, you’d often catch eyes with the mysterious man from earlier. You didn’t see him dance with anyone else, but when you looked at him and looked like you meant to really look at him, and leaned back in your chair, he took that as a sign to ask you for another dance.  

He wordlessly offered you his hand, which you took with more grace than he’s ever seen. He led you to the floor with a hand on the small of your back and you both assumed your positions for the most intimate dance of the night, it wasn’t too fast but it was very intricate and required you to trust your partner.

The music started and he was the best partner you’ve ever had. The way he lead you was perfect, every dip was like being held as a feather, every lift felt like floating, and every step was like walking on water. “You smell like cherries…and smoke.” He said as he brought you down from the lift.

“Hmm.”

“Didn’t think to share?”

“Didn’t think you’d be interested.” You slid your hand over his left shoulder as the dance required and flicked his gold hoop with your finger.

“How’d you learn to dance like this?” He spun you out again and 

“Swiss boarding school,” you answered as if it was obvious. 

“Figures.” You didn’t see the way he looked down at your necklace over your shoulder, you felt it more. “Dance with me again, love?” He turned his head so you felt his words too.

You hummed a yes and resumed your positions. 3 dances later, he tilted his head to one of the doorways that lead to a vast balcony. You nodded in agreement and took the arm he offered. 

Once you were out there, alone, the only sounds were the busy city below you and the flick of his lighter behind you. You braced your hands on the railing behind you and watched the way the light of the small flame refracted through his eyes like a kaleidoscope. Once he brought his hand down you saw the slim cigarette and then smelt the cherries that followed. “That’s not yours.”

He put that hand down next to you on the railing and stood right in front of you, almost caging you in. “It’s much nicer to share, love.”

“You expect me to share my things when you won’t even share your name?”

“I don’t recall you tellin me yours either.”

“Didn’t think I had to.”

“Really?” His accent seemed more present now when he was all you could hear, not the music or the bustling crowd. “She’s that sure of herself, eh?”

“I can’t help it if most people, especially in a crowd like this, know who I am. Are you telling me you don’t?”

He used his other hand to flick the ashes off over the railing, now really caging you in. You took it from him when he was bringing it up to his mouth, drawing a smooth breath while he gave you a disapproving twitch of his mustache. He didn’t answer your question beyond a shrug. 

“I can’t even get a first name out of you? Nothing?”

“How’s Tangerine?”

You smirked with a scoff of a laugh, he didn’t look very happy with that. “Like the fruit?”

“Yes, like the–”

“Your mother named you after a little orange?”

“She didn’t– No, it’s an alias.”

“Ooh, a code name then?”

“Yes.”

“What for? You hiding from something?”

“In a sense.”

“I think you’d have to be. A fake name and a mask, I think you mean business.”

“And what do you fancy that business is?” He traced a finger down your collarbone to the chain of your necklace until he reached the large stone resting on your chest. Usually, such a thing, focusing only on the jewelry, would be an absolute turnoff. But for some reason, it was different when he did it.

“I’d say something–” You were cut off by a strange figure moving at the other end of the balcony. “What was…” It was his turn to smirk at that as another man emerged from the shadows. He was a little bit taller than “Tangerine,” and his coily hair was bleached almost to white besides the roots, but he had the same earring. 

“Evenin’, I’m Lemon.”

You rolled your eyes at what your night has come to, you knew better than to go anywhere with strangers with masks and no name. “Oohh, Lemon and Tangerine, clever,” you bit sarcastically and pushed Tangerine off of you a little harder than he must have been expecting with the way he stumbled back.

Lemon looked at Tangerine like he expected such a reaction. “Listen, love,–”

“I’m not your ‘love’,” you mocked his accent and Tangerine tilted his head with his eyebrows raised and his lips in a thin straight line. With a wave of your hand, you let him go on.

“You’re gonna keep the mask on, we’ll walk outta here, real calm, and it’ll all be over soon.”

“I’d really rather not.” You went to take a step back inside but Tangerine caught your arm. Again, really not how you wanted your night to go. You rolled your head to the side and looked at him like he was boring you. You wrenched your arm from his grip and Lemon tried to catch you too, but you ducked under that and landed a swing to Tangerine’s cheek, knocking his mask to the ground. This was one of those rare occasions that he looked better under the mask, but there was no time to dwell on that when he lunged towards you. You dodged that as well, but it was difficult for them to keep you away from the doors and windows so no one inside would notice, and it was difficult for you to watch both of them at once and also move in such a dress. 

It was quite a tussle, “Where did you learn to fuckin fight like this?!” Tangerine groaned as you had one arm around his neck and the other under his arm coming over yours, only restricting him as much as you needed to get him to stop. 

“Swiss boarding school.”

Lemon huffed with his hands on his knees then stepped towards you. You pushed Tangerine at him and ran to the nearest door. Just as you were stepping into the ballroom, hair a mess and cheek smudged with makeup and blood from one of Tangerine’s rings, someone stepped in front of you and blocked your path. It a second to recognize them but with a blink it was all too clear. Remy pushed you back and Tangerine had you by both wrists behind you. 

“Let’s go then,” she said definitively, making you laugh. “What?” She barked.

“Like this? As if everyone isn’t looking at me anyway, I think they might if I look like this.”

“You don’t look any worse than usual.”

“Remington, that is a ridiculous thing to say, and no, I mean people might fucking notice if I look like I’m being kidnapped.”

She nodded to the man behind you and after a sharp strike to the back of your head, you were out.

***

You woke with a twitch of your nose and a throbbing pain to your left cheek and right temple. There was a tickling on your eyelid that made you want to sneeze, and you could feel the cold of the bathroom tile through your skirts. “Stop moving.”

“Can I fucking breathe for a second? Jesus Christ.” She backed off from you and held up the makeup brushes in annoyed surrender. 

“Put the mask back on, then we’ll go.”

“Go where?”

“It might be easier if you stay quiet, love.”

You went to push yourself up but your hands were restrained behind your back so you you suffered with turning your aching neck to look at Tangerine instead, noticing his tie was missing. “Might be easier if you let me go, and you kidnap literally anyone any less recognizable.”

He cracked his knuckles and looked like he was going to step towards you but Lemon held him back and started talking about what sounded like Thomas the Tank Engine. The choo choo’s Lemon was saying were not helping their case. 

Remington grabbed your chin and looked you over. “You look fine. Put your mask on.” She threw it at you then seemed angry when you didn’t act immediately. Tangerine came behind you and lifted you up and Lemon stood in front and did your mask. In all their years, he had to have been the least professional of all their clientele. 

“Is this how you typically spend your Saturdays?”

“Kidnapping ridiculously rich women for other ridiculously rich women?” Lemon asked and you nodded. “It’s usually our day off.”

“You were a special case.” Tangerine said as he untied your wrists and redid his tie. 

“How sweet.” You shook out your wrists and Remington took you through back through the halls leading to the ballroom. 

You want to run up to one of the guards or guests or literally anyone, you want to throw elbows and break Remington’s jaw, but you don’t know what they have on them, you don’t know if they’re working with anyone else. It’s best to go along with it and keep everyone else safe, just keep your wits about you and your head high. It’s not like you were particularly visible at the moment, walking close to the wall with Tangerine on your left and Lemon on the right between you and the rest of the crowd with both your hands in the crook of their elbows. Your face must have betrayed the depth of your thoughts since Tangerine put his other hand on top of yours, funny of him to try and comfort you when he’s more than aiding in your kidnapping. “Where's the smile? They're going to think I'm holding you hostage, honey.” 

“Sorry.” You tried to find some humor in his sarcasm but the reality was tumbling at you too fast and your cheek was beginning to bruise. 

“Like I said, it’ll be over soon.” 

There was a black car waiting outside, and at least Lemon held the door open for you to get in the back seat then helped make sure none of your skirt got caught in the door. He sat with you and Tangerine drove while Remington sat in the passenger seat. It was hard to stifle a scoff when she tried to put her hand on his wrist as he shifted, only for him to immediately bring it back to the wheel. It was a busy European city, difficult to navigate its crowded streets but he managed. 

“Can you roll down the window a little bit? I need some air.” You asked sweetly, meekly so they might be more inclined to acquiesce. Besides the initial fight and your sharp tongue, Tangerine thought you’d been quite cooperative, so he lowered it a few inches.

Just enough space for you to unclasp your necklace and throw it out the window. It was at that horrific moment that the car slowed down exponentially and in the instant Remington saw what you did she let out a horrific scream. Yelling “What the fuck is wrong with you, you bitch?!?!?” at the top of her lungs like you threw her ten million dollar necklace out the window, not your own. She jumped out the car to go find it and slammed the door behind her just as the traffic was letting up.

“Did she pay you already?” You said hurriedly.

“You think we’d be dealing with her shit if she didn’t.”

“So you’ll drive?”

“To get away from that fuckin bitch? Anything.” He slammed his foot on the gas and wove between cars. 

“What about your necklace?” Lemon asked. 

“This one?” You pulled it out of your deep pocket and they both whooped and laughed at your cunning. 

“You’re something else, love.”

“Thank you.”

“So, where to?” Still going top speed on the now open road.

“Wherever you like.”

thank you for reading and I just want to remind you that if you really want to appreciate your writers, comments and reblogs especially are the way to go, that's how things circulate here and as much as I appreciate the likes, your words mean more than I could ever express

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[callmebliss]

Out Of This World (an incomplete playlist (updated to appear in standardized artist - song title format))

Beastie Boys - Intergalactic

Galactic - I Got It (What You Need)

Reverend Horton Heat - Galaxy 500

Rocket Man - Elton John (via @sagenemesis )

David Bowie - Space Oddity (via @sagenemesis )

Train - Drops of Jupiter (via @anais-ninja-bitch)

The Seatbelts - Cats On Mars (via @anais-ninja-bitch )

Katy Perry - ET (via @aeoliantectrix )

Jefferson Starship - We Built This City

Nikki Minaj - Starships (via @aeoliantectrix )

BTS - 134340 (via @aeoliantectrix )

BTS and Coldplay - My Universe(via @aeoliantectrix )

Two Steps From Hell - Star Sky(via @aeoliantectrix )

Celtic Woman - A Spaceman Came Travelling -(via @aeoliantectrix )

Duran Duran - New Moon On Monday (via @avishabilis )

IAM - Planète Mars (via @avishabilis )

Gustav Holst Planets Suite (via @avishabilis )

Def Leppard - Rocket (via @ejullz )

Frank Sinatra - Fly Me To The Moon (via @adamtheredbeard)

David Bowie - Starman (via @adamtheredbeard)

The Byrds - Mr. Spaceman (via @adamtheredbeard)

Black Sabbath - Planet Caravan (via @justanotherdharmabum )

REM - Man on the Moon (via @typhoidmeri )

Soundgarden - Black Hole Sun (via @typhoidmeri )

Florence and the Machine - Cosmic Love (via @typhoidmeri )

[product] - call to the moon (item this through item 45 via @sapphicshart )

808 state - europa

angels on acid - satellite

deine lakaien - dark star

helalyn flowers - sitting on the moon

in strict confidence - alpha centauri

the b-52s - planet claire

lead into gold - faster than light

mc 900ft jesus - ufos are real

meat beat manifesto - mars needs women

psy'aviah - black hole

red mecca - enter stellar

renegade soundwave - space gladiator

revolting cocks - attack ships on fire

S.P.O.C.K - queen of space

smp - earthlight

technoir - dying star

dead milkmen - rocket ship

mask of sanity - living black hole

omega core - eons away they looked to the stars (item 26 through item this via @sapphicshart )

Muse - Supermassive black hole (via @anonymoussmurf )

Amaranthe - 1,000,000 Lightyears (via @the0dd0ne )

Rise Against - Satellite (via @the0dd0ne )

Savage Garden - To the Moon and Back (via @the0dd0ne )

Lazerhawk - Visitors (via @otatma)

Dua Lipa - Levitating (via @furiosasgarden )

???

#playlist #what to add? #incomplete playlist

[nevzatboyraz44]

Delik Sahibinin Kahramanlığı

Allah için samimiyet, amelin gizliliği, emre itaat konusunda bizlere ders mahiyetinde bir kıssa..

Müslümanlar, gazvelerden birinde bir kaleyi kuşattılar ve bu durum Müslümanlara ağır gelmeye başladı. Hristiyanlar tarafından atılanlar nedeniyle Müslümanlar yara aldılar. Bunun üzerine Müslümanların komutanı Mesleme b. Abdülmelik şöyle dedi:

─ Duvarda var olan delikten (bu, kale içinde bulunan pisliklerin ve atıkların atıldığı bir delik ya da kale duvarlarının altında su akan dar bir geçit) kim girebilir? Kim bunu yapar ve şehit olursa o, cenneti kazanır. Şayet şehit olmaz da kurtulursa kale kapısına gitsin ve kapıyı açsın.

Bunun üzerine yüzü maskeli bir adam ortaya çıkarak “Ben o delikten girebilirim!” dedi. Ardından o delikten girdi, tekbir getirdi ve savaştı. Müslümanlar onun sesini duydular. Adam, kale kapısına varıncaya kadar savaşmaya devam etti ve kapıyı açtı. Tekbir seslerini duyan Müslümanlar kapıya doğru yöneldiler, içeri girdiler ve ardından da kaleyi fethettiler. Böylelikle savaş bu adamın eliyle Müslümanlarca kazanılmış oldu. Ancak bu adamın kim olduğu bilinemedi. Fakat Mesleme ödüllendirmek için o adamın kim olduğunu öğrenmek istedi ve bu amaçla savaş sonrasında ordu içerisinde “Delik sahibi nerededir? Kimdir delikten giren?” diye sordu.

Ancak bu soruya cevap veren kimse olmadı. Bu çağrı defalarca tekrarlanmasına rağmen hiçbir kimse çıkmadı. Sonunda Mesleme şu çağrıyı yaptı:

─ Geldiği zaman yanıma alınması için kapımdaki adama emir verdim. Zira onun üzerinde benim hakkım vardır. Yani emre itaat hakkım vardır. Gece veya gündüz istediği bir vakitte yanına gelmesi için yemin verdi.

Bunun üzerine bir gece vakti kapıya bir adam gelerek emirle görüşmek için izin isteyince kapıda bulunan adam “Delikten giren adam sen misin?” dedi.

Adam “Onun hakkında bilgi vereceğim!” dedi. Ardından da Mesleme’nin yanına varınca ona:

─ Delikten giren adamın üç şartı var. Birincisi, Halife’ye göndereceğin mektuba onun ismini yazmayacaksın. İkincisi, onun kim olduğunu sormayacaksın. Üçüncüsü, onu bir işe emir olarak görevlendirmeyeceksin.

Bunun üzerine Mesleme “Tamam, söylediklerini kabul ediyorum!” deyince adam utanarak ve çekinerek “O delikten giren adam benim. Ey Mesleme, Allah’tan kork, beni sıkıntıya soktun! Beni sıkıntıya soktun!..” dedi. Ardından da hızlı bir şekilde uzaklaştı ve kim olduğu bilinmedi. Bunun üzerine Mesleme, kılmış olduğu her namazın ardından şöyle dua etti:

─ Allah’ım! Kıyamet günü, beni, delik sahibi olan adamla birlikte kıl!..

............

The Hero of the Holekeeper

A story that serves as a lesson to us about sincerity for Allah, secrecy of deeds, and obedience to orders.

The Muslims besieged a fortress in one of the battles, and this situation began to weigh heavily on the Muslims. The Muslims were injured because of those thrown by the Christians. Thereupon, the commander of the Muslims, Maslama b. Abdulmalik said:

─ Who can enter through the hole in the wall (this is a hole in the castle where the dirt and waste is thrown, or a narrow passage with water flowing under the castle walls)? Whoever does this and becomes a martyr wins Paradise. If he is not a martyr but survives, let him go to the castle gate and open the gate.

Thereupon, a masked man appeared and said, “I can go through that hole!” said. Then he entered through that hole, uttered takbir and fought. Muslims heard his voice. The man continued to fight until he reached the castle gate and opened the gate. Hearing the sound of takbir, the Muslims headed towards the door, entered and then conquered the castle. Thus, the war was won by the Muslims at the hands of this man. However, it was not known who this man was. But Maslama wanted to know who that man was in order to reward him, and for this purpose, after the war in the army, "Where is the owner of the hole? Who is it that goes through the hole?” asked.

However, no one answered this question. Although this call was repeated many times, no one came out. Finally, Mesleme made the following call:

─ I ordered the man at my door to be taken with me when he arrived. Because I have a right over it. So I have the right to obey orders. He made an oath to come to her whenever he wanted, day or night.

Thereupon, a man came to the door at night and asked for permission to meet with the emir, and the man at the door said, "Are you the man who went through the hole?" said.

The man said, “I will tell you about him!” said. Then, when he reached Maslama, he said to him:

─ The man who goes through the hole has three conditions. First, you will not write his name in the letter you send to the Caliph. Second, you won't be asking who he is. Third, you will not assign him as an order to work.

Then Maslama said, “Okay, I accept what you say!” When he said that, the man shyly and timidly said, “I am the man who went through that hole. O Maslama, fear Allah, you have put me in trouble! You got me in trouble!..” He then quickly walked away and his identity is unknown. Thereupon, Maslama prayed as follows after each prayer he offered:

─ My God! On the Day of Resurrection, make me with the man who has a hole!..

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بطل مالك الحفرة

قصة تعطينا درسًا عن الإخلاص لله وسرية الأعمال وطاعة الأوامر.

حاصر المسلمون حصنًا في إحدى المعارك ، وبدأ هذا الوضع يلقي بثقله على المسلمين. أصيب المسلمون بسبب من رماهم النصارى. عندئذ أمر أمير المسلمين مسلمة ب. قال عبد الملك:

─ من يستطيع الدخول من خلال الفتحة الموجودة في الجدار (هذه حفرة في القلعة حيث يتم إلقاء الأوساخ والفضلات ، أو ممر ضيق تتدفق المياه تحت أسوار القلعة)؟ ومن فعل هذا واستشهد يربح الجنة. إذا لم يكن شهيدًا لكنه نجا ، دعه يذهب إلى بوابة القلعة ويفتح البوابة.

عندئذ ، ظهر رجل ملثم وقال ، "يمكنني المرور عبر تلك الحفرة!" قال. ثم دخل من تلك الحفرة ، وكبر وحارب. سمع المسلمون صوته. استمر الرجل في القتال حتى وصل إلى بوابة القلعة وفتح البوابة. عند سماع صوت التكبير اتجه المسلمون نحو الباب ودخلوا القلعة ثم فتحوها. وهكذا انتصر المسلمون في الحرب على يد هذا الرجل. ومع ذلك ، لم يكن معروفًا من هو هذا الرجل. لكن مسلمة أراد أن يعرف من هو ذلك الرجل لكي يكافئه ، ولهذا الغرض بعد الحرب في الجيش "أين صاحب الحفرة؟ من الذي يمر عبر الفتحة؟ " طلبت.

ومع ذلك ، لم يجب أحد على هذا السؤال. على الرغم من تكرار هذه المكالمة عدة مرات ، لم يخرج أحد. أخيرًا ، أجرى Mesleme الدعوة التالية:

أمرت بأخذ الرجل عند بابي معي عند وصوله. لأن لي الحق في ذلك. لذلك لدي الحق في إطاعة الأوامر. أقسم أن يأتي إليها متى شاء نهارا أو ليلا.

عندها جاء رجل إلى الباب ليلاً وطلب الإذن للقاء الأمير ، فقال الرجل عند الباب: "هل أنت الرجل الذي دخل الحفرة؟" قال.

قال الرجل: سأخبرك عنه! قال. ثم لما بلغ مسلمة قال له:

الرجل الذي يمر عبر الحفرة له ثلاثة شروط. أولاً ، لن تكتب اسمه في الرسالة التي ترسلها إلى الخليفة. ثانيًا ، لن تسأل من هو. ثالثًا ، لن تقوم بتعيينه كأمر للعمل.

ثم قال مسلمة ، "حسنًا ، أنا أقبل ما تقوله!" عندما قال ذلك ، قال الرجل بخجل وخجول ، "أنا الرجل الذي دخل تلك الحفرة. يا مسلمة ، اتق الله ، لقد أوقعتني في مأزق! لقد أوقعتني في مشكلة! .. " ثم غادر بسرعة وهويته مجهولة. عندها صلى مسلم على النحو التالي بعد كل صلاة:

يا إلهي! يوم القيامة اجعلني مع الرجل الذي به حفرة! ..

#türkiye #doğa #travel photography #travel destinations #travel #manzara #view #natural #europe #africa

[lilmajorshawty]

Juno Through The Houses: 💕

Juno In Aries/ Juno In The First House(Men):

+(CamelPhat ft. A*M*E Paradigm(Jake Faust Remix)

+(CamelPhat ft A*M*E paradigm(Tom Hall Remix)

+(Tove Lo - Talking Body(DJ Hasan Remix)

“I Don’t mind begging for you baby, i don’t mind chasing you baby, Please be mine baby”

For women who are attracted to men, or to men who are attracted to men and for the lovely people who don’t represent themselves as either you may find that your true lover is Passionate, Direct, Bold and Blunt as all hell. They are the type to speak what they say into existence and the types to shower you with their desire very early in the courting stage as if they may never see you again. They will seem impulsive and urgent as if they run on entirely new frame of time then you could ever keep up with. They are lively, eccentric and a tad too emotionally available because of how deeply and intensely everything they feel is expressed. they turn into wild animals the second your’re disrespected, hurt, upset or disgruntled in any way because in their eyes you are all their’s, their lover, best friend, and the other piece to their long voyage and they’ll be damned if anyone brings you misfortune. They don’t care about any one else but you, they only want your body, your heart and every messy part that comes with that. They are brave and hardly ever back down(unless you tell them so) and they readily jump continents for you. They are VERY sexual and will eat you alive every moment of every day. sex may run rampant and even feel obsessive with them. the interesting thing is once you get married and domesticated so to speak this same traits will come out in you. You’re going to be intense, impulsive and slightly testosterone driven. you’ll be direct, bold and confrontational when you settle down with the one. you’ll often find yourself expressing your true animalistic sexuality and your powerful desires and opinions full force when you’re with them. your “one” could be muscular in some way or have a really great body. the face may be ruddy or a bit gritty as if the person plays outside a lot or is getting hurt in some way around their face or body. Their could either be plenty of facial hair or very little. The eyes will be INTENSE and you’ll know it’s them by the fierceness of their actions and tenaciousness. it’s common for them to have strong 1st house, planets in Aries or Scorpio and or having strong mars hitting personal planets. your marriage will be fiery, combative, and INTENSE. It is likely that you will meet them in a place of expression, a place where the two of you are authentically yourselves no mask, outdoors, or in a school setting as Aries is still a kid you see. 

Juno In Aries/ Juno In The First House(Women): 

+(Dua Lipa - Last Dance (Samuel k Remix)

+(Paul Woodford - Hang Up Your Hang Ups(CamelPhat Remix)

+(CamelPhat & Cristoph - Breathe(Feat. Jem Cooke)

“I’m a whirlwind, a storm, Chaos, the brightest summer and the most star filled of nights how could you say no to such a sensational atmosphere?”

The same could be said for those who attracted to women. The Women will often project a strong masculine aura and be highly in touch with her drive, her independence and her more aggressive and boy/girl next door riding the motor bike energy. She will swoon you with her ruffled hair and passionate gaze. She’s a leader and she never bites her tongue. She Spits fire and acid when it comes to fighting for what she wants and she will fight you tooth and nail until it’s in her grasp. She is strong willed and even stronger personality wise and if you’re not careful she will eat you alive. Her mothering nature and instincts to protect you will be powerful and she will literally rip the earth up if you’re hurt, in danger or ever saddened in any way. she speaks in terms of “i” and “me” quite a bit but i assure you she’s thinking more about the “we” and “us” of things 99% of the time. Her sex drive would put eros and Lilith to shame and she can be a roaring lantern of passion and fire when she flips the light switch. She’s driven and intensely ambitious and much of what she does no matter how involved or focused she is; you will always be a priority. She will encourage you, guide you and be the loudest supporter in the audience. Ruffled hair, strong muscular body and or very direct and blunt manners of speaking and presenting herself are common. she will likely posses strong Aries or Scorpio, 1st house placements or mars contacts. Meeting her in a place outside, in a busy office, in a place of expression, anywhere that is busy and noisy is common. ironically meeting the men and different tends to be in different areas depending on the person. 

#mine #juno #juno in the houses #asteroids series

[larstudy]

💻 18.07.2023 // I fall asleep on my papers this morning 😫 My course supervisor gently told me to avoid doing this in the future 😶 (for my defense, I was really tired and I didn't sleep a lot).

I felt guilty so I caught up in the afternoon by reading 3 articles and a lot of taking notes (i've never taken as much notes in english as today ahah). I learned a lot of things, and sorted my papers 🩷

However I left a bit early as I was tired (cf this morning) and I stayed pretty late yesterday (it may have something to do with my tiredness 😶‍🌫️).

To do tomorrow :

take a mask for the hospital

read that one article

choose a PIR for next year

🎧 Dance the night - Dua Lipa

#french student #studyblr #french studyblr #dailylar #genetics #study #studyblr community #study blog #pharmacyblr

[pickledpascal]

Bewitched

Chapter Seven: Bleed Magic

Warnings: Violence, assault, racial profiling, swearing.

Word Count: 2.2k

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Beau was swamped at work. And Dalia was outside, playing somewhere. Kiera didn't mind having the house to herself but she was so used to having the chatty sheriff around that the house seemed too silent. She sighed and grabbed a shawl to wrap around her body. She had been working at home for most of that day and just finished everything up. File some documents, talk with a few clients over the phone, small stuff like that. She needed to find Dalia to get dinner, but she usually appeared on time once it was done.

Kiera drew in a deep breath. Much like Beau, recently, her mind had been a mess between work and trying to take care of Dalia and also having a personal life. Maybe a walk would do some good? Feel the cool night air pass through her lungs. Perhaps that was why some people thought she was a vampire. 

She went on quite a few night walks when things began to overwhelm her. She really wasn't beating the witch allegations either. 

Kiera pushed her hands into the pockets of her pants as she stepped onto the sidewalk. Her neighbors weren't too close but enough that they would be able to see fires in the sandbox behind her house or any other “activities” Dalia did. They sure as hell loved to complain. 

She took a deep breath as she walked, feeling the cool air fill her lungs. Strangely, it always made her feel better. She let out the breath, a light smile at the edges of her lips. She ran a hand through her hair and pushed it to gather on her right shoulder to feel the coolness on her neck slightly. The worries on her mind we're slowly melting away.

Kiera admired the trees, still green and blooming from the beginnings of spring. Dalia always loved picking flowers and giving them to her, wildflowers. 

Kiera wasn't sure how she knew the difference between poisonous plants and normal ones, but she hadn't needed to go to the hospital yet so Kiera imagined she was extremely careful or read enough books on flowers that she didn't need to guess. 

After a little while, she wondered what Beau was up to. If he was still at work or was back at his trailer. She hummed a tune stuck in her head, something new by Dua Lipa she heard while flipping to the Metal station. She had versatility, it wasn't like she couldn't enjoy other types of music, she just had more of a preference for Goth music and its subgenres.

An unsettled feeling formed in Kiera's stomach. Her eyes narrowed. She had learned to trust her instincts over the years. She glanced at her surroundings, no one else was out… 

Kiera began to turn around and blinked as a knife was slashed through the air, she just narrowly dodged it, getting nicked near her shoulder. It was too dark to tell what the person was wearing besides the mask on their face. 

Acting as quickly as she could, she grabbed onto their outstretched arm and used her other hand to punch the person in the jaw. They were knocked out cold. 

Hm, working out certainly did its intended purpose. 

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Late nights at the Sheriff's office was not how Beau liked spending his evenings. He'd give anything to be in Kiera's bed, surrounded by her warmth and soothing scent—he wanted it injected into his veins. Well, maybe that was a bit dramatic. 

He scratched at his neck, letting out a frustrated groan as he went over a case file for the millionth time it felt like. 

“Hey,” There was a knock on his door. Beau looked up from the file to see Mo peeking inside. “It's, uh, something happened with Kiera.”

Beau blinked, immediately standing up from his desk, causing his chair to hit the wall. “What the hell happened?” His heart started to race. Kiera told him she could take care of herself and he trusted her but, at the same time, he couldn't help but worry. 

Mo coughed a little. “Neighbors called the cops, thinking she started a physical altercation.”

Beau raised an eyebrow and shook his head. “I'm gonna check it out, okay? And good-fucking-night cause I'm not coming back here ‘till mornin’.” He told Poppernack, grabbing his jacket and making his way to his truck.

He needed to add Kiera's neighbors onto his punch list. He gripped the steering wheel hard, knuckles turning white. Just what he needed after a long day, his girlfriend getting the cops called on her for something she likely didn't start herself. 

As he rode into Kiera's neighborhood, it didn't take too long seeing as there were a few cop cars and an ambulance. He could see Kiera inside the back of it. 

Beau jumped out of his car, nearly forgetting to put it in park. “Beau Arlen, Lewis and Clark County Sheriff's office,” he flashed his badge at the paramedics to let him through. As he got closer, he could see she was cuffed to the side of the ambulance. And the bandage on her shoulder. “Kiera, sugar, you okay?” He cupped her face. 

Kiera looked up at Beau and hummed a little. “Should see the other guy.” She teased, eyes tired. 

“What the hell happened?” He asked, looking for any other sign that she was distressed but found none and that… saddened him. 

“Fucker tried to shank me from behind, only left a small scratch.” She rolled her shoulder that had the wound on it. “In return, I gave him a mean left hook. I guess they thought I decided to beat someone up for fun.” She let out a humorless laugh.

Beau narrowed his eyes at Kiera before he turned to one of the paramedics. “Get these cuffs off her for me.”

“Um, yessir.” He was a young kid and did immediately as asked. 

Beau sat next to Kiera and wrapped an arm around her waist, “We can deal with this in the morning, hm?” He suggested softly. He could feel just how tired Kiera was by looking at her. It seemed her emotions were running thin, as was her capacity for empathy. 

After being with Kiera for a while, Beau started to notice things about her. Signs of when she was having worse days than others. How quiet she'd get, how much she tried to be excited about things but wasn't, things of that nature. 

“I was gonna make dinner.” Kiera murmured in a monotone voice.

Beau shook his head and helped Kiera stand even though she probably didn't need it. “I'm sure I can scrounge something up for all of us to have, sugar, it's alright.” 

“Where the hell is she going?” A woman cried out, arms crossed against her chest. She was fair skinned with blonde hair and a robe on, as if she was just awakened in the middle of the night. She probably was. 

Beau glanced from Kiera to the blonde woman. “That's Cindy,” Kiera said, “The one who called the cops.”

He pursed his lips and nodded. Time to turn up the charm. “Hello, Miss.” He turned to face the blonde. “I'm afraid you misread the situation with Kiera here, she was defending herself against an attacker. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to take her home.”

“Excuse me?” Cindy raised an eyebrow. “Who are you to just let her off the hook? That thing,” She motioned towards Kiera's general direction. “Has been causing so much trouble in this neighborhood and I want her arrested!” 

Beau rubbed Kiera's unscathed shoulder before he looked back at Cindy, pulling back his jacket to reveal his badge. “I'm Sheriff Arlen, ma’am. And I know this woman personally. But I would love to hear about this trouble you speak of, has Kiera put you or anyone else in this neighborhood in any danger at all?” 

“No, well, I—”

“Then have a good night, ma’am.” Beau guided Kiera back home. 

Dalia was waiting in the living room, kicking her feet with her head held down. Kiera was silent and sat down next to her. 

Beau pursed his lips. He kneeled down in front of Dalia and cupped her face gently. “You hungry, honey?” She nodded.

Like mother, like daughter, huh? 

“Alright, I'll heat up some leftovers. That okay?” They both nodded. He stood back up and pressed a kiss to Kiera's head. “After dinner, I'm gonna take a look at that shoulder.” 

Dinner came and went, barely any sound besides their utensils against bowls and a slight wince from Kiera when she moved her shoulder the wrong way. 

Once Dalia was put to bed, Beau helped Kiera take off her shirt so he could assess the damage. It wasn't horrible and the stitches the paramedics gave her were expertly done. He sighed as he dabbed a bit of alcohol on the wound to clean it and bandage it back up for the night.

“Y'know… I don't know what I'd do without you.” He murmured softly, ripping the gauze before he taped it against her shoulder. 

Kiera let out a soft breath. “I know.” She lifted a hand to cup Beau's cheek, caressing it softly. “You are quite the diamond, aren't you?” Her eyes were soft and filled with adoration. 

Beau fastened the gauze on her, lowering his hand to rest on her arm. “What does that mean?” He asked with a small smile.

“Just that I love you,” Kiera smiled back. “And I could never dream of leaving you. Even if your hands were stained in my blood, I don't think—no, I know—I would smile through the pain.” She glanced away from Beau just as he was about to say something. “But you'd never do that. And that is what makes you a diamond to me.” 

Beau couldn't respond to that. What the hell would he even say? ‘Thanks.’ That didn't even begin to cover it. He pulled Kiera into a kiss, something soft but full of emotion. 

If things didn't go the way they did, Kiera might've been killed. And, fuck, that thought scared him. He would've been devastated. Dalia would've been practically homeless unless Beau properly adopted her and… well, he knew about the horror of foster homes and— and—

“You're thinking too hard, sweetheart.” Kiera's soothing voice whispered. “What happened happened. I'm alive.” She hooked a finger under his chin. 

Beau let out a humorless chuckle and nodded. “I know you are. I do. It's just—”

“Breathe.” 

“What?”

“Breathe with me.” 

“I don't—”

“You have a punch list or whatever. Do a breathing exercise with me, hm?” Kiera suggested with a slight smile. “And maybe lose the flannel.”

Beau glanced down at his attire and sighed, shaking his head but doing as asked. He stripped off his jeans, boots and flannel and got in bed next to her. She raised a hand to rest over his wildly beating heart.

“Deep breath in.” 

Beau drew in a breath.

“Hold it. For… one, two, three, four. Now exhale.”

He exhaled. Simply listening to the sound of her voice calmed him. 

“Can you just… keep talking? Please?” Beau asked gently. He could already feel his heart rate slowing. 

The edges of Kiera's lips twitched upwards. “About what?”

“Anything.” Beau breathed.

She pursed her lips for a moment. She could talk for hours about any given topic yet found it hard to choose just one. “Well, y'know I really like video games? My favorite is a series called Uncharted which was recently turned into a movie which fuckin’ sucked ass. I mean, they ruined Sully's characters so irrevocably. I understand they're going for a young Nate but goddamn, they really—”

Beau was listening. He was. Well, maybe not exactly. But he loved her voice and maybe, subconsciously, he was taking in the information and filing it away for later so he'd understand what she was talking about in the future. 

Eventually, Kiera talked Beau to sleep. He was quite the snorer. Probably something to do with those Texan genes. Not that Kiera had ever met a real Texan before Beau. So she didn't have anything to base that off of besides her own imagination mixed with stereotypes she’s heard. 

Perhaps Beau thought the same things about her. As both a transgender woman and a Native American. There were enough stereotypes about that to fill an entire three-hundred page book. He didn’t seem to care about that. Another reason he was a diamond. Someone who didn’t care about her identity—at least, not in that way. In fact, he was quite interested in her heritage and what it all meant. Not to mention, Beau quite liked trying new foods. 

Kiera got as comfortable as possible in bed with Beau, being careful with her shoulder and pressed a kiss to his forehead. She imagined Beau would be quite similar to a bear as he slept, big but soft and fluffy. He also really loved to cling to her and nearly always shifted in bed when she tried to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night.

Or maybe Beau was more like a dog. A big dog. Who loved unconditionally. Yeah, that was it. 

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taglist: @deans-spinster-witch

#oc #jensen ackles #jensen ackles x oc #jensen ackles x reader #transgender #beau arlen #queer #beau arlen x oc #beau arlen x reader #big sky s3 #big sky #big sky fanfiction #trans women #transgirl #native american #native girls

[phenomenalgirl9]

Idol! Hoseok x Reader: Not for the World

You need to read the part One if you haven't read that yet.

A/n: Thank you for the notes.

Summary: Hoseok and you have been friends for a long time, and as a result you are quite close to the boys as well. But after the occurrences of the last part, what turn will your relationship with him take now that the truth is out. Can you both make the ends meet?

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"She still didn't reply hyung she hates me!" Hobi exclaimed through video call followed by Namjoon's "Aah! This is all my fault!"

"It is" Tae and Jimin where heard saying spontaneously in sync.

"Calm down. Calm down. She doesn't hate you okay? She can't. Neither of you, I'll talk to her." Jin assured the panicked Hobi.

And here he is, following you around through out the whole restaurant saying "Please! Please!"

"While you went no..no.. oppa no." To a point where even Mingi was tired to keep on hearing both of you whine.

"Why?" Jin whinesmd

"He just said he's going, and with how much I have ignored him, what if he doesn't wanna see me?" You asked with glassy eyes.

Jin just went on and hugged you, he seriously was the older brother you never had. "He want you their trust me. Besides, don't YOU wanna watch him rock Lollapalooza?”

You sniffed and nodded.

"Then you can just go under cover with Jimin. Only Jimin and I would know? Will it make you feel more at ease"

"Yeah" you said.

Jin just smiled.

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And here you were

(Jimin's expression when he noticed another staff guiding you to the jet)

"I'm glad you're coming with" Jimin said.

"Of course I would, I love Tomorrow by Together!" You said scoffing.

Jimin just smiled at your childishness, both of you ended up binge watching Marvel movies and sleeping throughout the flight. After all its 13 hours. When you walked out of the flight along with the staff you felt like running about shouting freedom at last.

Jimin had also explained the pd nims and staff how they aren't supposed to speak about Yn being in Chicago to J-Hope.

You stayed in a complete different hotel than the others to decrease the risk of running into Hobi. You went to watch TxT perform and being a MOA it was a proud moment for you. The whole time you stayed incognito, wearing a long hair wig, mask and specs.

You had also watched a lot of other artists like Dua Lipa, Green day, Kygo, Charlie xcx.

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Finally, the day and time had arrived, a huge bunch of ARMY were waiting and then, the screen came alive and you felt adrenaline rush through your body. It has been quite long since you saw him, let alone, see him perform live.

Suddenly you felt a vibration from your phone.

My Hope 🌸 sent you a message:

I wish you were here

And within 10 seconds.

(What an entry!!!)

As soon as he started rapping, you gazed at him in awe how his demeanor was completely different from that of 'J-Hope the Sunshine' the dark makeup making him look all the way more sexy. You noticed his eyes go up to the VIP box and infront of the crowd. Even through that rough exterior he wished and hoped that you were here close to him. He hope that Jin was successful in the job he took.

Watching him scan the crowd, made you feel bad for him. Was he really looking for you? Finally after quite some contemplation you took off your hat and wig and put it in your bag. And the moment came when your eyes connected for a brief moment and you felt like time paused for a few seconds and he just:

He performed with more force. He blew your mind, to a level where you were watching him teary eye'd. During the break you rushed to stand by Jimin in the VIP stands. You greeted Scooter and Hitman Bang, and went ahead to stand beside Jimin. You made sure to not react much as you noticed cameras aligned this way capturing every moment of Jimin. The second part of the performance was light themed in comparison to the dark theme of the first half.

You were mesmerised to watch him, dance around with so much energy and light. He seemed radiant and beautiful, at that moment as you watched him dance away to Hope World, you realised you don't have a crush on him anymore how you had since you both accidentally became friends through you common friends back when he was a street dancer. No, your crush on him is gone, what is left is a far more stronger feeling, that only was blossoming more and more as you kept it suppressed all these year. You were in LOVE, with Jung Hoseok, your best friend.

You cheered, jumped and had the best time of your life along with Jimin and the others. You had an accidental eye contact with Hitman Bang and in his eye you found utter adoration and pride, and yours mirrored the same. You and Jimin were probably the loudest even during the New Dynamite performance, that was probably the surprise he was talking about in one of his text.

As his performance ended, you dispersed with the staff to the back stage, and waited for Jimin who was saying his thanks and good byes to the Armys. Once in he caught your arm and dragged you to the green room, and there you saw him, the one, you haven't been responding to and you felt a strange fright in your heart of various bad 'what ifs'. But, all that stopped the moment hie eyes landed on you, it felt like time stopped and all that was going was just you and him. You noticed the relief and happiness in his eyes, the exhaustion that his sweaty body showed. And before you knew he was rushing in your direction, you both were so lost in each others eyes that you didn't even noticed a grinning Jimin who was standing with his arms wide waiting to engulf his Hobi hyung into a hug and congratulate him. Neither did Hobi as he walked past him and grabbed you face within his palms and smashed his lips to yours.

You felt all you worries and insecurities and thoughts wash away and all that was left was Jung Hoseok, of course you didn't even take a minute to kiss back. You both didn't care about the jumpy Jimin who was a little pissed for being ignored but nonetheless happy that his ship was finally sailing. You both didn't care about Hitman Bang or Scooter Braun or the staff who were staring at you mouth open wide. All the two of you cared was for each other, conveying every emotion through that connection, and you knew he missed you as much as you missed him. That, he loved you as much as you loved him, and nothing else matter.

When you both parted the two of you were slightly breathless, he connected his forehead to yours and grinned and said "You came? I almost was scared that you'd miss it"

"I'd never miss such a moment Hobi. Not for the world" you said and the two of you hugged tight.

That was when you heard a groan in the background "Are you done? Can I hug and congratulate you now?!” From a whiny Jimin, that made the two of you laugh.

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Hence, here you were sitting on his bed as your now, boyfriend's (he asked on your ride back to his hotel) bed, waiting for him and Jimin to finish their Weverse live.

You were just sitting and admiring how humble and down to earth he is even for an artist so huge. That was when he said something to Jimin, but the direction of his eyes told you that it was not only meant for Jimin alone.

Even with his chirpy attitude and hopeful mindset, there are times when he felt darkness. And at thise moments you helped him, being his light.

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[chaoticaptendyte]

You sighed softly through your nose inspecting his bloodied mask. When will this boy ever learn to avoid taking a beating? It was breaking your heart to see Peter with blood blossoming from split lips and a broken nose almost every other night now. But you know this isn't the time to bring it up, so you just grab the cotton and rubbing alcohol and get on with dabbing the cuts. This at least, taking care of New York's favourite hero and your favourite person, you could do.

Your eyes were trained on his face but your mind was distant. You adored days like these, those perfect quaint domestic days when most everything has gone right, ones that made you so grateful to exist. Well..... as quaint as taking care of your beaten up boyfriend at 1 a.m. can get.

"What song is that?" he mumbled out as you dab at his blood crusted lip. You didn't even realise you were humming. "Pretty please, Dua Lipa" you said tossing the soiled pads into the dustbin and brought both your hands up to tease at the ends of peters chocolate brown locks, it needed a trim sometime.

a/n- wellllll i'm finally putting this lil blurby blurb out and it's not much... really it's almost nothing but still. thank you soooo much to @ethereal27cereal and @sammyboyimagines for checking this out for meee you guys are the bestt 😭😭😭😭😭 maybe if i'm inspired enough i'll turn this into a proper fic one day

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[ruru0803]

Playground Rivals: Ken x Fem Reader

Chapter 2

Raquelle watched Barbie pull her younger sibling in, whispering something she couldn't hear. It bothered her to see them close, she knew they were friendly towards each other but her sister would tell her if she was 'friends' with Barbie....

Right?

Raquelle watched as the smile on Barbie's face get bigger.

Raquelle had never seen a Barbie that wasn't smiling.

She found it annoying how they could be so happy when everyone else wasn't.

But her sister always had a way of putting a smile on people's faces.

It's why the twins and Kens adored her.

Barbie slowly drops Y/n's hands, backing up slowly. She quickly noticed Raquelle watching them and waves at her causing the other girl to look as well. Raquelle just looks at Barbie blankly.

Other Barbies mostly avoided Raquelle. And she avoided them in return.

Yet this specific Barbie always tried to talk to her, she found it suspicious...

No way a Barbie was actually cared about anyone but themselves.

They had to have been friends. Raquelle wasn't stupid, her sister looked like was caught doing something she wasn't supposed to, she tried to hide it behind a smile but it was too late.

Ken also noticed Raquelle watching the two dolls. He tapped Y/n's shoulder causing her to turn towards him, he nods his head to the brunette, motioning for them to leave.

Raquelle lifted her finger gesturing for her to come back. Y/n gave Barbie a wry smile, guilt written in her eyes before heading back to her siblings, Ice cream in hand.

Raquelle stood as her sister and Ken approached. Ken took one of the plastic sundaes from Y/n and handed it to Raquelle, Y/n took the plastic ice cream cone away from him and handed the other sundae to Ryan who gave it to the Midge he was talking to.

"Thanks, Ken. Appreciate your help."

Ken smiles at Raquelle, happy to get someone noticed his help.

"Happy to help."

"Alright. We're headed out."

Ryan turns to his sister annoyed, she was interrupting his conversation with Midge.

"Really, Raquelle. You wanna leave now."

"Yes, let's go."

"I'm in the middle of a conversation."

Raquelle walks up to Midge and grabs her hands, pulling her up.

"He has a show tonight, you should stop by..."

Midge goes to say something but...

"You'll be there? Great. Goodbye."

She pushes Midge in the direction of Ken and points to the car. Her siblings just look at each other and roll their eyes before going to the car.

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The drive to the house was quiet. Ryan kept trying to turn the radio on but stopped the moment Raquelle turned her icy stare on him.

Once they pulled into the lawn, Y/n quickly exited the car and headed to her room. Raquelle walked towards her cheetah printed couch, falling into it and letting out an exasperated sigh. Ryan made his way over to his twin and sat next to her.

"What the heck?"

"Get over it, Ryan."

"You can't keep taking your emotions out on us when you're upset."

Ryan looked at Raquelle, one look in her eyes and he could see she was really not happy. Her eyes were telling him to leave her alone.

"It's not fair."

"You act like I'm controlling you guys or something."

She stops and thinks about it for a second. Was she being controlling?

Raquelle was an insecure doll.

She tried hard to hide it but every now and then the mask slipped.

Her worst fear was that if she pushed too much her siblings would abandon her.

But she couldn't help the fact that she got upset about anything that had to do with Barbie.

Raquelle's face fell into her hands, she sighs again. Now she was angry at herself. Why does she get like this?

People didn't cry in Barbieland, everyone always had a smile on their face or they should anyway.

This was a happy place.

This should be a happy place.

"I need some time alone."

Ryan just walks to his room. They needed some time away from each other. Raquelle waits for him to go inside his room before heading to the door and leaving, she needed to take another walk.

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Y/n sits at her piano, playing 'Girls just wanna have fun,' She turned to look at the sticker clock on the wall. She gets up and heads to her closet which opens up as she gets close to it.

She looks around for a little bit, Barbie said the theme was 'Silver and gold shower at the Disco.' She had to find the perfect outfit. She looks around a little bit more before smiling.

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"Hey Raquelle!!"

Raquelle rolls her eyes but smiles as she turns her head towards the voice, Ken noticed and smiles back.

Raquelle personally liked Ken.

At first it was romantically and who could blame her but now it was more on the friendly side.

Ken was the first doll that ever talked to her. When you've lived a life feeling like no one cares, it was nice to have someone who did besides her siblings of course.

The two would hang out every now and then and just talk about how they felt. She trusted him almost as much as she did her siblings and it was hard to get her trust.

He didn't judge her and she didn't judge him. That was enough.

"I'm sorry about upsetting you earlier, I just really like your sister."

He had that same dopey smile on his face again, she thought it was cute how his eyes lit up when he talked about her sister, it was different from when he ever mentioned Barbie.

Raquelle believed Barbie didn't care about Ken.

He would argue about this fact but she didn't care, it's how she felt.

She didn't think Barbie hated Ken, oh no. But she definitely didn't like Ken in the way a Barbie should and even though Ken tried to hide it from the others, he didn't like Barbie like a Ken should. Y/n was the better match in her opinion.

If it wasn't for the other Barbies and Kens, she believed Ken wouldn't be afraid to make a move on her sister in public.

"It's not your fault Ken, you don't need to apologize to me."

She slows her steps enough for him to catch up and walk beside her.

"She really likes you too."

His smile got even wider at her words. He was super giddy about it, he knew how she felt but it was always nice to hear it out loud.

"Too bad she can't come to the party."

Raquelle's eyes harden at that. Should her sister be punished just cause she wasn't invited? Because she was the one who didn't like the Barbies?

Ken immediately felt bad for saying that. He knew Barbie's parties were a sore spot for Raquelle. Why did he go and mention it again?

The walk was awkward after that. Ken tries to think of something else to talk about, eyes looking around for something that would interest Raquelle.

"Do you want to come to the concert tonight?"

Ken's eyes meets Raquelle's brown ones, his eyes held two different emotions fear and happiness. He was afraid of what Ryan would say, he knew he didn't like him and didn't wanna step on any toes but he wanted to see Y/n and if she couldn't be at the party....

"What about Ryan?"

Raquelle rolls her eyes at that, shaking her head with a smile. It was cute how afraid he was of Ryan, he was completely harmless.

"What about Ryan?"

"Won't he be upset?"

"He'll get over it."

"You sure?"

"Ken."

She gives him a look that says 'you better be there.' He knew then that she wasn't asking.

"Okay."

She smiles at him and pats his back.

"Good boy."

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Y/n leaves her room trying to head to the door only to find Ryan in the kitchen.

"Wait."

Y/n grimaces and slowly turns to her brother putting on a smile.

"Hey Ryan!!"

Ryan smiles back and looks at his sister with amusement.

"Where are ya headed?"

Oh great, now Y/n needed to come up with a lie.

Y/n didn't like to lie. It didn't mean that she didn't but she was definitely not good at it.

But today she was on a mission so she needed to have at least a believable one.

"Oh y'know."

"No I don't."

Ryan laughs at her.

"I was headed to the beach."

"We just came from there..."

The gears in his head were turning, this is not good.

"I'm going on a date?"

"Why did you say it like a question?"

"Why do you keep asking me questions?"

Ryan raises his eyebrow at that and tilts his head. He looks her up and down with a frown on his face.

"Who are you going on a date with?"

"Really?"

"Who are you going on a date with?"

"Allan."

"Allan?"

"Yes."

Ryan studies her face looking for any sign of her lying. She knew what he was doing and hid any type of nerves from her face. Ryan squints his eyes at her before shrugging it off. She lets out a breath she was holding when he turns away, relieved that it was Ryan who caught her and not Raquelle.

"Okay but like are you really wearing that?"

Y/n was wearing a long black jacket to hide the outfit she was wearing under it. She plays it off by rolling her eyes and turning towards the door.

"Bye Ryan."

Ryan just smirks when he turns back to her.

"Just make sure you're there at the show."

He throws the girl the keys to his car. She smiles at him gratefully and leaves.

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The Barbies start a dance, Stereotypical Barbie stands in the front leading it with two other Barbies. They flip their hair twice twisting their bodies along with movement, They roll their arms in air bring them down as they turn and swing them side to side, the other two Barbies leave as the spot light lands on Stereotypical Barbie who makes a 'come follow me' motion, the rest of the Barbies move forward towards the middle where she stands.

The party was lively, They danced in between the dream houses, a disco ball lights the area. All the Barbies look like they're having fun dancing with each other, each just as perfect as the last. Barbies all dressed up in something glittery, Kens all wearing white jumpsuits with the little golden K, Allan wearing a dress shirt and pants with suspenders and Midges wearing dresses.

Ken was leaning on one of the columns rolling his shoulder to the beat and making funny faces, Kingsley!Ken stood next to him just watching the Barbies and nodding his head to the beat.

The Barbies all jump in sync, swaying their hips to the beat and moving to turn. Allan also jumped along with the Barbies, swinging his arms in the air twice. Pregnant Midge was on the other side of the dance floor trying to dance

Stereotypical Barbie comes back in the center surrounded by Kens. They all stand next to each other, taking a step forward each time their right arm comes up and then down. Barbie then gets lifted by her arms by two of the Kens. They kick their legs to the side and pull back in, Barbie steps back when the two Kens lay on the ground kicking their legs up. She winks and claps along with the song.

Ken smiles at the girl's energy, Ken nudges him eyes gleaming in mischief, Ken just shakes his head at him while laughing. He stops when he notices Simu!Ken pop up next to Barbie, she smiles at him.

"Hi, Barbie."

"Hi, Ken."

Ken looks at them slightly upset. Jealous he couldn't dance with the girl he wanted, since she couldn't be here but also just annoyed because it was Ken dancing with Barbie.

Barbie spins getting lifted by the Ken to her left, She spreads her arms and lifts her knee before landing flat on the ground when he carefully places her down. Simu!Ken grabs her hand and spins her so she's back to the left of him.

"Looking good, Barbie."

"Thanks, Ken."

Ken's frown deepens, Why couldn't she be here? Ken looked at his friend in worry as he hit his chest with the golden champagne glass in his hand. Ken starts to shimmy his way over next to Barbie tired of just sitting there and watching, Ken places the glass down and follows suit not wanting to stand by himself.

The two join the line, they stretch their right arm in front of them and move into a thrust when they pull their arm back four times and clap in unison. Barbie notices Ken beside her and smiles at him as she continues to dance.

"Oh, Hi, Ken."

"Hehe, Hi."

"Hi Barbie."

"BARBIES!!"

Barbie leaves to go talk to the other Barbies leaving Ken to dance next to his friend on one side and his rival on the other. He frowns at that, he doesn't get to dance with the girl he wants and the girl he was 'supposed' to want left him to dance alone, well not entirely alone.

"What's up, Ken?"

The Kens do a little disco move, all jumping in the air and then break dancing in unison. They all slid across the floor landing in a pose, they had all practice that part for hours after the Barbies said that they could be included in their choreography. Simu!Ken however stands as the other Kens stay in place. He walks in the direction of the Barbies getting their attention.

"Hey, Barbie. Check me out."

He does a back hand spring into a flip and smirks down at Ken.

"Bet you can't do a flip like that, Ken!"

He flips his hair back sparkles following his finger tips as he does so. Ken just glares at him. Of course he would take the spotlight. The Kens finally get up as the Barbies take the middle again. Kingsley!Ken meets up with Ncuti!Ken and the two start to chat as Ken goes off to the side away from the other.

Ken finds a spot shaking his head with a deep frown on his face as Ken starts talking about his day to Allan, who just smiled and nodded along. Ken starts bobbing his head to the beat again watching Barbie talk to the other when suddenly his sight was taken away.

"Guess Who..."

No way...

Ken starts to smile really big at the voice. He started to play along.

"Hmmm...I wonder who this could be..."

Y/n just shakes her head and smirks.

"Could this be Raquelle?"

She laughs. He knew exactly who it was, how could he not and that amused her.

"Guess again.."

"Um, is it the beautiful Y/n."

"Ding, Ding, Ding."

She removed her hands from his eyes and he turns around to face her, lifting her up in a hug, taking in her warmth for a little longer before putting her back down.

"I thought you couldn't come?"

Y/n leans in and motions for him to do the same, she lifts her hand up as if to tell him a secret.

"I snuck out."

"What?"

"Well kinda, Ryan caught me. But he doesn't know I'm here."

"Oh wow..."

Ken wouldn't have expected this from Y/n, she's usually glued to the hip of the twins.

But hey at least he gets to see her.

Ken looks at Y/n's outfit and sees her in a long black coat.

"Is that what you're wearing?"

"Oh don't look so disappointed..."

Ken panics a little trying to backtrack but the girl just laughs before smacking his chest softly.

"I'm messing with you."

Her eyes shine a little as she meets his, her smile gets bigger the more he stares. She slides her jacket off and throws it to the side somewhere. Ken's jaw falls open seeing her, she wore a silver jumpsuit that had fringe on the shoulder and a transparent silver cape came down her back, her hair was done in a bun and she had little silver stars mixed into her hair. Ken thought she was beautiful.

Y/n just smirked stepping closer to the male doll.

"Awe. you speechless, baby?"

Ken blushed at the nickname, at that moment he found it hard to breathe especially when the girl started to touch the K on his jacket.

"Do you guys ever think about dying?"

Wait what?!

The whole party stopped. Everyone turned to look at Barbie, confusion played on everyone's face. Was this a common thing? It was really awkward.

Barbie was embarrassed, Y/n seen that look plenty of times to know. No matter how she tried to hide it with a smile, Y/n could see it in her eyes.

"I don't know why I just said that."

She looks up, balling her hands to the side, smile still on her face.

"I'm just dying...to dance!!"

The music started up and everyone started dancing again, Barbie looked up feeling someone's stare still on her, she locks eyes with her friend and just smiled even more before dancing as well. She was off.

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A slow song was now playing, courtesy of Ken. The Kens were all told to dance with their Barbies so Y/n sat on the side, wishing she was in Barbie's place right now. Allan and the Midges also sat there watching the couples dance.

Barbie and Ken did not want to do this. They had smiles on their faces and their arms were around each other but there was plenty of space in between them

Barbie was looking elsewhere and Ken kept looking at Y/n. At this moment he wanted her in his arms not Barbie.

If he could he would pull her right over here and show the others what real love was but unfortunately he couldn't. So he and Barbie were stuck with each other.

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The party was coming to a close, the Kens and Barbies were saying goodbye. It was girls night, a dreaded word for most Kens.

"I wish we had a guys night."

"We sort of have guys night."

"It's more of a roommate situation."

"You guys wanna go to a concert?"

"There's a concert?"

"Ryan's having one tonight."

"Who's that?"

"Raquelle's brother."

Ken just nods his head.

"Who's that?"

"The brunette girl who hates Barbie."

"How can anyone hate Barbie?"

The guys walk off a little Ken sometime alone. He taps his foot on the ground anxiously. Y/n walks out with a big smile on her face. She runs up towards him and grabs one of his hands ready to head out but gets pulled back by him. Ken holds her waist and leans in to kiss her...

"Hey guys."

Ugh. Ken pulls away slightly frustrated. He puts his head down before turning to Barbie. Barbie smiles and grabs Y/n hands.

"You can go now."

Ken eyebrows furrowed at that but he hides it quickly with a smile.

"I'm taking Y/n home tonight."

"Why?"

Y/n felt awkward standing there. The two were smiling but they were clearly annoyed with the other.

"Ken's right. I should head home but the party was lovely."

"You should stay."

"We have plans."

"To do what?"

Barbie turns to Y/n with a big smile on her face.

"I really want you here."

She turns to Ken.

"Just hang out some other day."

Ken lets out a sarcastic laugh. Y/n steps in front of Barbie and grabs Ken's hands.

"Okay. Ken you go on ahead without me."

"What?"

"It's okay. I gotta catch up with Barbie anyway, it'll be a few minutes and I'll be there."

"You sure?"

Y/n smiles at him again and nods. He hesitates but walks off to catch up to the other Kens.

"That was kinda mean Barbie."

Barbie sighs and looks kinda guilty.

"I didn't mean for it to come out that way but Ken can be stubborn."

A cheer erupts from one of the dream houses.

"Come inside."

"I can't, Ken and I have plans."

"It's girls night."

"Seems more like a Barbies night."

"C'mon Barbie. Slumber party!"

"Hurry up, the president's here."

"I am. You're welcome."

"Just stay for a few minutes."

A few minutes couldn't hurt right?

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Ryan was pacing back and forth, his sister wasn't there and the show was about to start any minute. Raquelle tried everything to calm him down but nothing was working.

She had left backstage to sit up front, she heard the stadium door open and a bunch of Kens walked in. She was happy they were here for her brother but upset her sister was nowhere to be seen. She spotted Ken walking in and headed straight for him, there's no way she wasn't with him.

"Ken."

He wasn't paying attention he was in the middle of an argument with Ken on how concerts work.

"Ken."

Still nothing.

"KEN!!"

Every single Ken quieted down and looked at her.

"Where is my sister?"

"Um..."

He couldn't tell her where you actually were....

"The beach..."

"You left my sister at the beach, alone."

If looks could kill and if they weren't dolls, Ken would definitely be dead right now. Ken goes to answer when suddenly the light turns off and the stage glows red.

#barbie #camila mendes #barbie 2023 #ken x you #ken x reader #nick jonas #margot robbie #ryan barbie #raquelle barbie #ryan gosling #Spotify #ken x female reader #ryan gosling x reader

[yjhariani]

Melihat Soap asyik dengan ponselnya tanpa melihat ke mana ia berjalan, kamu menghela napas.

"Soap, you're gonna trip," kamu mengaba-aba.

"What?" balas Soap sambil menoleh ke arahmu tepat sebelum ia tergelincir ke lantai.

"Kan," katamu sebelum menjemput Soap dan membantunya berdiri.

Sudah dua hari ini Task Force 141 meringkuk di Bandung. Sudah dua hari ini pula, Soap beradaptasi dengan lingkungan sekitar. Soap memiliki kemampuan adaptasi yang sangat dapat diidamkan.

Contohnya adalah  misi kalian di Las Almas. Soap dengan mudah memahami bahasa setempat seakan ia terlahir untuk menguasai bahasa tersebut. Di sini tidak berbeda. Yah, setidaknya tidak sepenuhnya berbeda.

"The fuck does that mean? Everyone's been sayin' that to me ever since I got here. At least after I fucked something up," balas Soap. "I'm just assuming people are calling me a cunt."

"No, we definitely have different words for that. Like… multiple different words," katamu dengan sedikit kekehan.

"Teach me some," ujar Soap.

"I told you already, the bad words that you'll need is just… anjing at the end of your sentence. Intonasinya aja yang dibedain di beda-beda situasi," helamu. "As well as all the other variations."

Soap hanya memandangmu selama beberapa detik. Ada cengiran jahil di wajahnya.

"Kasep pisan aing, euy, anying," katanya dengan kepercayaan diri setinggi langit.

"Terserah lo, deh, ya," katamu.

Soap tertawa singkat.

"Still haven't answered my question. What's that word mean? Kan?" tanya Soap.

"Gak ada terjemahannya. Cuma kayak… I told you so," kamu menjelaskan. "After you warn someone, for example. The tone is always like that. Kadang-kadang ditambahin jadi; nah, kan."

"So if I say to you… hati-hati, nanti kamu jatuh cinta sama aku and you fell in love so hard with me, I say the word?" Soap mengibaratkan.

Awalnya kamu hanya terkejut mendengar ucapannya, tetapi lama-lama tidak bisa menahan tawa singkat.

"No one nowadays really says jatuh cinta on the daily basis. You use it in a song or in a fiction or something," kamu menjelaskan.

"It's like old English?" tanya Soap.

"Not really, but that's just something rather formal," jawabmu.

"Still… awas jatuh cinta sama aku," kata Soap.

"Gak ada ceritanya gue jatuh cinta sama lo ever," katamu.

"Liat nanti," kekeh Soap.

Dengan dengus pelan, kamu siap melanjutkan aktivitasmu pagi ini dan meninggalkan Soap di tempatnya berdiri. Namun, di ujung lorong, Ghost baru saja keluar salah satu ruangan. Ia memegang secangkir sesuatu dan hendak meminumnya.

"Ghost, your mask," katamu, memberitahu dengan sedikit panik.

Sayangnya, peringatanmu terlambat dan Ghost telah menuangkan sebagian minumannya ke masker dan seragamnya. Ia menatap ke arahmu dan Soap tanpa bergerak.

"Kan," kata Soap.

"Nah, gitu," komentarmu. "That's how you use the word."

"Aing pinter pisan, anying," kata Soap dengan bangga, meninju pelan pundakmu.

"Dahlah," katamu. "'serah lo."

#soap #soap mactavish #john mactavish #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #soap mactavish x reader #john mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish x reader

[chaptersbycaz]

𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗰: 𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝗻

introducing the queen on-stage and off-stage, regina!! i really enjoyed subverting a little bit of the popular girl trope with her, so i hope you enjoy learning more about her too!! on we go...

everybody loves regina. with her breathtaking looks, angelic voice and friendly personality, just taking one look at her makes people want to be closer to her. she's everything everyone wants to be, the perfect girl, the ideal.

what most people don't see is that most of it is a facade to cover up all kinds of issues from her past and present, from the never ending list of hearts she has broken to her tense relationship with her younger sister.

but that's one of the last things on her mind. right now, she's all about winning the battle of the bands— something she'll do at all costs.

𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ° 𖦹｡⋆☽

full name: regina han ji-eun

pronouns: she/her

age: 16 (high school junior)

birthday: march 2

gender: cis female

sexuality: heteroromantic asexual

ethnicity: asian-american (korean)

extracurriculars: art club, vocalist and rhythm guitarist for searching for spade

love interest: hard to keep track

mbti: estp

likes: fresh fruit, dogs, painting, romance dramas, flowers

dislikes: conflict, being single, criticism, bad reputations

height: 5'6 (168 cm)

hair: dark brown, slightly wavy, goes a bit past her chest

skin: warm beige with a warm undertone

eyes: black

noticeable features: hair is always tied with ribbons

𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗰 𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗲 ° 𖦹｡⋆☽

in order: lady gaga ⋆ marina ⋆ melanie martinez ⋆ hole ⋆ katy perry ⋆ doja cat ⋆ britney spears ⋆ lana del rey ⋆ pinkpantheress ⋆ taylor swift ⋆ ariana grande ⋆ paramore ⋆ sabrina carpenter ⋆ dua lipa ⋆ nicki minaj ⋆ kim petras

𝗳𝘂𝗻 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘀! ° 𖦹｡⋆☽

regina is rachel's older sister (more on that later on hehe)

she's an f1 fan and a huge tifosi (ferrari fan)

she sleeps with a sleep mask on and silk pajamas

she can sing, play guitar, drums, piano, and violin

her favorite quick snack is dino nuggets with cranberry juice

she used to be bullied in her early years of schooling, but then became a bully later on and into middle school. she turned over a new leaf freshman year though

oh regina, there are so many things about you.... once again, thank you for reading!! :3

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Dua Lipa's song as "Star Wars" Imagines.

Warnings: smut. Minors, do not read.

***

-Fever-

“Before you came around, I was doing just fine

Usually, usually, usually, I don't pay no mind

And when it came down, I was looking in your eyes

Suddenly, suddenly, suddenly, I could feel it inside”

You were a Padawan to Master Windu for a long time and, as far as Anakin could tell, you had as much as a hard time with the man as he sometimes struggled with how Obi-Wan distrusted him every now and then.

He’d been observing you for a while. Not only your skills caught his attention, but your beauty managed to surpass that of Senator Amidala with whom he’d been secretly infatuated, though apparently not anymore because she ignored him. So there you were, suffering beneath your master’s practicing and all could Anakin notice was how perfectly braided your silver locks were, highlighting your soft features. But he could tell your frustration every time you sought after your master’s approval and all he said was “do it better”. A feeling he was empathetic to you.

You were unaware of his presence. Usually you did not pay attention to other Padawans, for you were concentrated in proving your Master how capable you were. But today was being so damn difficult!

Finally Windu gave you rest, but left the training room with you thinking he did so disappointed with you. Sitting on the ground, you leant against the wall and closed your eyes, looking for refugee in meditations.

Never let the frustrations consume you, a lesson you struggled to practice.

So there you were, dressed in typical training clothing, though you were wearing a white top, which Anakin found difficult not to notice how it enhanced your breasts. But he cleared his throat as if he should pay attention somewhere else.

You sensed his presence and opened your eyes when he took a seat by your side. In his dark robes, there was Obi-Wan’s Padawan with his curls dropping to his face and a scar on his left eye.

“Oh hello there”, you said politely. Usually you did not make any effort in making friends, but something about him changed your mind.

Anakin smiled.

“I saw your training”, said he, not giving in how often he’d been observing you. “I was passing by and saw you here. Was your Master giving you a hard time?”

Anakin sort of expected you to be cold or distant since that was how you showed yourself to others, as focused you were in missions and barely speaking to anyone. How you surprised him by being so amicable!

You chuckled.

“Well, I appreciate your kindness”, you said. “He does, but I understand it’s out of concern. He expects me to deliver the best he sees in me. I cannot blame him for that…”

“Obi-Wan is sometimes difficult to please”, Anakin sighs. “What’s wrong with these people?”

You smiled in generosity, but a part of you felt relieved when seeing you were not the only one going through difficult times with your Master.

“I think that’s who they are. Paid to make us better, stronger and faster.” You said, feeling your heart swell when Anakin smiled. Uh-uh. “But I think you are doing quite well. I’ve heard people talking about how Obi-Wan’s trains are giving good fruits.”

Anakin beamed. So you heard about him? You blushed when you noticed what he just thought. Oh damn. Perhaps you have been noticing him a little too much. You tried to compose yourself, masking sentiments you’ve never thought you had. But perhaps the difference between you two relied on the fact you were more discreet.

“Why thank you. I’ll tell him about that, maybe he’ll feel inclined to be more generous to me.” Anakin felt proud of himself for making you snort in laughters. The sound of it was so pleasing to his ears.

“To be fair, I often wish my Master feel the same”, you could not help but trust in him. What was wrong with you? Were his good looks and how confidently he spoke to you worth this small confession?

Anakin felt your conflicts, though. So he paid double effort in earning your trust. The rest of the day was spent in sharing confessions regarding their masters. It seemed that they were more alike than they both expected.

“We should practice some time”, you dared to invite him. “I need to see for myself if what people tell about you is true.”

It was twilight when they decided to leave the training room. Anakin laughed and you could see in his piercing blue eyes that he’d accepted the challenge.

“Very well. Why not tomorrow?” said he, hoping not to sound so eager.

You chuckled and offered out a hand for him to take, which he promptly did.

“That’s a deal. I’ll see you then, Skyguy”, you winked and left.

He watched you go, mesmerized. Hesitantly, he sought after your mind, but was it really a surprise that he was frustrated by your (impressive) mental skills?

But you began dwelling in what that day was. As you went to your bedroom and had a shower, you could not take his eyes and smile out of your mind. Oh that damn smile. You sighed, hating how such a fool you were making of yourself.

When did this really begin? You remembered how often your Master took his time to point out Anakin’s impulsiveness as a way to lecture you.

“You seem to share this particular trait with Skywalker”, he told you once. “Both of you are impulsive, reckless and with little affection to your lives. Our duty impels us to protect the Senate at every cost, for we are at war. But not recklessly so, Y/N.”

You could not help but scoff. “I was merely attempting to…”

But one glare and you were quiet.

“Why must you insist? Learn from your mistakes. You have potential, but misbehaving like Skywalker would do you little good.”

You once saw him coming back from a mission with a smug playing on his lips. He was ever so cocky in reassuring his Master that his method of rescue was far better than that one suggested by the council. You thought him to be arrogant, but were you so different?

“For the Maker! What did you think you were doing by facing the Ventress in a field where I told you /not/ to go?!” You heard Master Windu exclaim. “As good as you are, you are not skilled enough to pursuit her! Are you out of your mind? Remember, recklessness is not the Jedi way. You must be patient and prudent if you don’t remember the mission Skywalker almost ended up dead…”

You remembered to have clenched your jaw, frustration boiling in your blood at the memory as you cleansed yourself. Every comparison was there and you decided to stay away of his path because, however handsome he might be (only a fool would deny this fact), you knew better.

That night, you slept uneasy. He was not that bad. You began to question your master, but that was not a path you should follow. Instead, you meditated,but your heart somehow was too anxious for the duel of the next day—if yet you could call that.

***

Anakin was already there by the time you arrived. Much to your dismay, he was shirtless as he was getting himself ready for the training you agreed to it the day before.

Against your pride, your eyes scanned the scars in his chest, taking notice of his muscles, how well built they were, how strong was Anakin. The sight of him made you slightly smirk for some reason.

Yet you had to ignore the effect he had on you. Especially because, to his delight, he caught you staring at him.

“Well, admiring now are we?” He laughed and that same old smug look was just back at his face.

You rolled your eyes but it was evident to Anakin the reason why there was a blush coloring your pale cheeks. That day you were dressing a cap over your pink top and dark pants. He took notice of your clothing and a smirk twisted in the corner of his lips, but for some reason you did not pay attention to his obvious stare. Instead you just got your lightsaber.

“Not as much as you will once I finish with you.” You said defiantly. “Come now. I don’t think you would defeat your enemy with how you look now.”

Anakin smirked, quite aware of the effect he had on you. How could he had taken such a long time to get to you?!

“Why? Does it bother you?”

You hated how you struggled to keep your emotions in check. Unwillingly you had to give reason to your Master when he said countless times that you had to control your feelings.

“Anakin, come on”, it’s what you said. “I don’t have all day.”

He chuckled, but agreed. Then he dressed and grabbed his lightsaber, but today he was particularly chatty.

“You know what I was thinking about yesterday?”, said he as you began the practice. He found very adorable how you concentrated in your moves.

“What?”, you said. Part of you demanded you to be quiet, but this was clearly ignored.

“How we are both alike”, he said.

And it was true. Anakin came across many Jedis in his life. Not many shared his sense of perspective and humor. Though you had only spent long hours the day you first met, he was a good people reader. And the same frustrations you struggled to conceal, he felt in himself.

One mirrored the other.

“Please!”, you scoffed because pride was your main defense. “You are bragging yourself, Skyguy.”

A move here, a move there. It was like a dance and your eyes met. He noticed the colour of your irises was a stark contrast to his own. You sensed he could read you and you didn’t like how suddenly you were exposed to him.

You pressed your lightsaber against his, elevating the mind shield as you expelled him away.

“Nice”, he complimented after a while. “But it’s true, though. I think we should be friends, don’t you? I see you avoid people but I assure you I am different from others.”

You could not help yourself and a sharp remark came out of your lips:

“Why? Because you are the chosen one?”

You smirked victorious when you wiped his smirk out of his lips. Indeed, you thought, you were more alike than you’d care to admit.

***

Eventually, Anakin managed to become friends with you. How could you refuse him, after all? He became your refugee when you were disappointed with yourself; he came for you when he had a bad day.

But… would being friends be enough for you? If so, until when?

You knew there were feelings of your part. When you recollected that day you practiced together and how you pulled him away from your thoughts, you first thought all he wanted was to take you to his bed.

There was desire from your part too. But… now, as you saw him coming to you, you felt… uneasy.

It was when you came to realize that your heart would be broken. You guys were too alike to ignore the fact that one of you might leave this hurt. You were just as impulsive, reckless, sharped in tongue and mind as he was. So why did you panic the way you did? Why didn’t you just…say what was on your mind?

You could not. Because you were overwhelmed. And you shielded your mind so Anakin was very puzzled by how you ran when you used to receive him so well after his missions.

What the hell just happened?

He went after you.

And he knew where you were.

***

“I’ve got a fever, so can you check?

Hand on my forehead, kiss my neck

And when you touch me, baby, I turn red

I've got a fever, so can you check?”

You were in that old, abandoned room which used to be your secret spot in the entire place, sometimes used with Anakin when you were too tired to deal with your Masters’s nonsenseness. Your silver hair fell loose in your back, perhaps a little messy. You were so angry to yourself for panicking like that, that you ruined your braids. You were wearing that same top and black pants.

You walked from one side to another, detesting the feverish sensation that grew unbearable at the sight of Anakin coming strong and being congratulated by all for the success of his mission. An accomplishment you rarely had, but you were okay with that. All you wanted was for him to be happy and…

The door abruptly opened. You gasped.

“What’s wrong, Y/N? You disappeared out of the blue.” Anakin crossed his arms. “I thought we were friends, why did you run from me?”

He may had a suspect when he saw that familiar blush rising from your throat to your face. Usually he thought adorable, but he could tell something was wrong. Unless…

…because he could read you well.

“It’s nothing”, you blatantly lied.

He closed the door and stepped forward. Your emotions mirrored his. Anakin knew he too had been running from his feelings.

“You seem feverish. Are you well?”

He stepped closer, closer until you felt your back against the wall. You could not look away from his eyes.

“You make me feverish.” You spoke out so bluntly.

Anakin smirked. His heart relieved. For months he feared you were as proud as him, but somehow in a different manner: as if he did not deserve your affections. But now he was more than happy for seeing how wrong he had been in assuming so.

“Do I?” His smirk turned out to a smile. No sign of smug. To your dismay, he was actually… responding to your feelings? What…?

Seeing the unspoken questions in your mind, he lifted your chin and slipped his fingertips until he grabbed your hair gently. With his other, metallic hand, he pressed his fingers against your cheek, giving a gentle caress.

“I think we took this too long, didn’t we?” He brushed his lips against yours and you sighed in content. He could feel you, and it turned him on as much as it did you. You wanted him. So badly.

“Yes.”

And reckless as you were, you kissed his lips passionately. Anakin gladly complied by responding the kiss with another, moved by the same fever. So fervently your lips collided against each other, his hands pursuing your skin and you did the same.

You were each other’s mirror. What you did, he did and vice versa.

No need for shields. You moaned as he parted the kiss to lick your neck, giving gentle bites as you worked to remove his shirt, desperately digging your nails against his skin. He pressed you against him, his hands working to remove your top and pants.

There was no need to speak. You kissed, you felt, you loved each other. And you gave in so badly. When he inserted his fingers into the between your legs, you gasped his name. You threw your head behind as he lifted your legs, placing himself in between. He groaned upon how you reacted to his teasings.

Soft he may be, his words were not.

“You are mine”, said he possessively.

You locked eyes with him and a devilish smirk twisted upon your lips.

“As you are mine, Skyguy. I will never share you with any other woman, do you understand me?” You said firmly.

Anakin smirked at your words. He pulled down his pants and with no warning he thrusted into you. Though somehow both of you were far from being experienced in this, you cared little about it.

“I love how you claim me”, he admitted into your ear, holding onto you ever so gently as he thrusted into you.

You gasped softly, pain mixed to pleasure crawling into you. But there was no need to be proud as you clung into him.

“Ani…”

“Yes, my love?” He whispered hotly into your ear. “Come to me.”

You did. You melted into his touch, giving into him and soon enough he followed, seeding you inside.

“I am yours”, he did not come out of you as you were pulled into the bed, Anakin cuddling you tight. “I love you. Don’t ever leave me.”

You looked at him with a fierce love stamped in your eyes. You fit in his cuddle and refused to let him out of you, which made him chuckle.

“You better never leave me either, Ani.”

Your eyes locked again before slowly you fell asleep. This was just the beginning of a new relationship that began solid as it should be. Were you prepared to face the consequences, though?

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[rozzyred]

My Get Better Plan

Face

Due to the stress of school my skin has worsened, but know for the next 2 weeks I’ll be on break so in those 2 weeks before all the stress starts again I will try to do the following everyday:

Put a face mask on

Sunscreen daily

Wash morning & night

Exfoliate twice a week

Morning & night face massage

Body

I have hit my heaviest weight and honestly my body feels so weak and tired. It makes sense though since I’ve been eating a lot and not all that healthy most of the time aswell as the fact that I haven’t moved my body for some time. So in order to get back into shape and feel healthy I will follow these steps:

Everyday I will try and hit 10k steps, I might struggle with this since I’m not allowed to go out by myself but I’ll still find way

At least 40 min home workout daily with 2 days Pilates, 2 days HIIT and 1 day cardio

I’ll follow the 80/20 rule

Before I eat a meal I’ll drink some water

When I’m hungry I’ll busy myself and see if I’m still hungry

Ill eat more slowly and count my blessings

Health

At the moment some of my vitamins are deficient and I can see the way I’ve been living life might have to do with some of those deficiency. I’ve done some research and I know what foods I have to eat in order to boost up my vitamin. So for my health I’ll just try and eat whole foods and reduce the fats and sugars I’m eating, but I will still eat sweets from time to time.

Deen

Honestly my Iman has been going crazy these days. I’m not gonna expose myself but all I’m gonna say is I can do better. I’m gonna do:

Make sure to pry my 5 salahs on time

Make my morning and night duas

While getting ready say the 99 names of Allah and listen to Quran

Learn 5 new ayahs a day and if u can do more

Learn the tasfeer for surahs that I already memorised

Every Friday is my deen day like I learn about the prophets and their lessons

That’s all my luvs and honestly I think I can do all of this. I’ll try post updates every once in a while and say how my journey is going so far. Byebye 💋💋

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