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maliland · 6 months

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RESENTMENT: PT. 1

"i gotta look her in her eyes and see she's had half of me." part two

barbie(s): e-42 miles morales & black fem reader includes: flashbacks/backstory stuff, angst, infidelity, homewrecking, & heartbreak (men being disappointments per usual) synopsis: you used to describe your experience with love as one of complexity and simplicity all at once, but after you learn what your boyfriend did at a party with another girl while you were at home and sick, your heart is left with irreparable damage and an abundance of resentment. wc: 2669 banner credz: @/cafekitsune

a/n: first fic on this ho 😓 nervous. idk if i like this so i was procrastinating.. but lmk what y’all think! 🫣 i’ll post a post a poll the end of the fic. if y’all like it then i’ll finish up the second part and post it whenever i get a chance. i haven't proof read, but i'll fix any mistakes when i do.

(nd let me ease your nerves: this is not a fic where miles cheats on reader w/ gwen. she isn’t included in or mentioned in this part or the next 😭)

unfaithfulness might as well be a disease. not one that can be contracted, but one that stems from within.

those who are unfaithful are unequivocally the weakest links. you? you've always presumed them to be snakes that were to join lucifer on earth at the very beginning of time, because they'd rather cause havoc and jeopardize how those they love perceive them rather than relish eternal peace in the clouds. had adam and eve left the forbidden fruit alone, the one thing that those unfaithful could've stayed faithful to was their identity as whispering serpents. alas, that's not how the story goes. and for the sake of free will, god decided they should reside on earth with those who know nothing but faith.

betrayal isn't limited to one kind of person. whether the relationship is romantic or platonic, anyone can smile in your face, only to turn around and drive a pre-sharpened knife right through your back when you least expect it. you're left to bleed out while you try and make sense of why it had to be you.

you've been double-crossed before, but never bad enough to the point where you needed to make a huge deal out of it. it was usually stupid stuff, like your elementary friends ratting out your genius hiding spot during hide and seek after they got found, or your mom revoking her promise to take you to the park that one day after school when you were younger. your ex-best friend from middle school spreading nasty rumors about you was far more serious than all the other instances, and it was probably the worst one until now.

you know that girls and guys alike get cheated on. you've heard stories and even seen it happen firsthand. infidelity occurs more frequently than you initially thought it did. then again, you tried not to think about it much because you were positive it would never happen to you. ever. especially not with your boyfriend, miles.

that was your first mistake—thinking you were immune.

you wanted to gauge your eyes out when your best friend video called you and showed you that photo of miles kissing another girl in a bedroom at a halloween party.

the girl you were once worried about.

❤︎₊ ⊹

when you were younger, you were in love with the idea of being in love.

many of your earliest memories consisted of your father reading you fairytales right before bed, since your mother was never around to do so. when he learned that you took a liking to stories that were more centered around love, he began to look for various fairytales pertaining to such that he could read to you. you adored how the love interests would always end up together by the end of each and every story. after enduring all the conflict getting in the way of their relationship thriving, it felt like a reward. you always felt secure knowing a happy ending was guaranteed no matter what transpired throughout the story. you liked that security, but your obsession with it inevitably flawed your perception of love itself. you grew up under the impression that love in the reality in which you reside wouldn't be all that different from the fairytales.

it hurt you when you finally discovered that that wasn't the case. in eighth grade, you had asked your crush to the winter formal. he had harshly rejected you, cracking the most heartless jokes in addition, in attempt to impress his friends, who were indeed laughing up a storm. that encounter alone was enough to ground you to earth. you discovered how disappointing the world and its inhabitants truly were, and how the unrealistic fairytales you once swooned over would never be real life. maybe it was insane of you to ever even think so, given the perilous city you live in.

seeing as dating these days is more detrimental than beneficial, during your sophomore year of high school, you decided that you'd steer clear from being romantically involved in any way, shape, or form entirely. of course, the universe always sends you someone or something you stopped wishing for ages ago when you least expect it. maybe something you didn't even long for anymore at all. you were perfectly okay with sticking to romance novels. you sure didn't want to put your peace on the line, especially not in the name of romance—but someone changed that.

miles.

you knew of his existence before you started dating him, but only briefly. you had an algebra class together your sophomore year, but the boy was quite reserved, only speaking when spoken to. trying to keep to himself and stay out of your school's public eye completely backfired on him, because he became the topic of everyone's conversations multiple times for a full week after his father, the former police captain, passed away.

officer morales' death was a humbling reminder that brooklyn would only continue to grow more and more minacious. you haven't gone for a walk at night by yourself for as long as you can remember. you'd either be mugged, killed, or both. on the streets of new york, there was peril lurking around every corner. the city has more loose criminals than you were able to count on your fingers. you got used to living in such an environment, but your arm hairs never did stop shooting up whenever you had to step outside.

you recall giving your condolences to miles when he returned to school two weeks later. he had just nodded. you couldn't blame him though. everyone was constantly reminding him of something he'd rather not think about.

if he wasn't reticent and constrained to silence before, he was sure as hell was now. you tried your luck with him anyway, though.

whenever you'd see him sketching in his sketchbook in algebra, you'd compliment his skill or ask him what he was drawing. maybe it seemed a little invasive at the time, but your heart was in the right place.

"i didn't know you could draw," you whispered to him. your desk was right next to his, so ignoring you wasn't really an option.

"yeah."

"that's cool, art takes skill—and patience," you had smiled.

"mhm."

you fell into a routine of asking miles what he was drawing every day in class. he was undoubtedly annoyed by it at first, but he eventually got used to it, and you finally got more than a one-word response. it was this conversation in particular that changed the way miles saw you.

"is that the prowler's suit you're drawing?" you whispered, surveying the page.

miles nodded and responded flatly. "yeah."

"i think it looks cool. i really like his suit design," you retorted. "especially the purple."

"you do?" he stopped drawing completely and looked up at you.

"hell yeah," you expressed with a faint grin. "he may be a criminal or whatever, but you gotta admit, his suit and his tech are pretty neat."

so then you two were friends for a couple of months. you'd do things like eat dinner at his house, help around the flat, and study together. surprisingly, miles' mom, rio, took a liking to you. she even taught you how to cook, and would let you assist with fixing dinner.

miles had it was rare for his mama to warm up to people as fast as she did to you, and that made you feel special.

within the period of time in which you and miles would hang out, you ended up catching feelings for him, which you pushed to the side without a second thought. you still firmly believed that a relationship would bring you nothing but trouble. what you didn't know was that miles felt the same way about you as you did him, and eventually, he decided that he couldn't hide his feelings for you anymore.

miles confessed to you one night under the water tower on the roof of his apartment complex. you'd been watching the sun go down together and talking about whatever came to mind. you could've gazed into his perfectly sculpted face until the end of time. you doted on the way his eyes glowed gold when the sun hit them just right.

"you helped me open up. i didn't think that was something i was capable of doing anymore," he had told you. "i really do like you, [name]."

though you were terrified of putting yourself in a position to be played, you didn't want to say no, so you didn't.

for the two years you've been with miles, you've never not trusted him. he's never given you a reason not to. he's always treated you like royalty, practically kneeling at your feet like being in your presence was a reward all by itself—at least that's what you felt like being his girlfriend equated to.

it's no secret that miles tends to capture the attention of numerous girls without ever even having to try, whether they went to your school or simply passed him by on the street. miles didn't even have to lift a finger to have them drooling.

when you two got together, you didn't announce your relationship to the public like you were some kind of celebrity couple. that didn't stop people from gossiping like you were, though. according to everyone who went to visions, "miles and [name] popped out with each other out of nowhere!" and that was okay with you. nobody needed to know the ins and outs of you two's relationship. unfortunately, the obvious fact that you and miles were together didn't stop girls from constantly trying to have their way with him—one girl in particular was more persistent than the rest.

you'd be lying through your teeth if you said it didn't bother you at first, because it made you sick to your stomach. the thought of miles leaving you for one of those girls was one you couldn't bear.

you vividly recall standing beside miles while he was situating his books in his locker before a girl who was well-known around campus, arielle, approached your boyfriend on the opposite side and 'not-so-subtly' flirted with him like you weren't even there. it was no secret that she didn't like you, so you were stuck between trying to figure out if she actually liked miles or was just trying to get under your skin. all you knew was the way she was twirling her perfectly spiraled, bouncy, brown curls around her index while she bit her lip bottom had you undeniably heated.

"so miles, i've been learning how to braid hair," she had said. "honestly, i think i've pretty much mastered it. i want to practice cornrows... problem is, i couldn't find anyone with the type of hair i prefer to practice on, but then i saw you!"

you had to turn around and face the opposite direction just to hide the distaste that hastily painted your once-neutral expression. you brought your arm to your mouth and coughed twice so it wouldn't look like you were turning around for no reason. when you turned back around, arielle was looking you dead in the eyes, like you had done something horrible to her. you were surprised that she decided to give you even a fraction of her attention instead of acting like you were a ghost altogether.

you returned the energy, narrowing your eyes to slits. you weren't going to go toe to toe with another girl over a boy who was clearly yours. you had just redone miles' hair not even three full days ago, so she'd had to find another guy to practice on.

you shifted your gaze onto miles as he closed his locker. he hadn't even said a word to arielle up to that point, or even looked at her. when he finally made eye contact with the girl, she smiled innocently, as if she wasn't trying to murder you by burning holes through your skull with the way she was staring at you.

you were no longer bothered by the time miles turned his head to look at you. the way his face was twisted was more than telling, with confusion written all over it. you read that boy like a book.

"i mean, come on," arielle giggled. "you'd be the perfect person to practice on."

this girl didn't know when to stop. you were silently growing furious, wishing miles would take your hand and drag you away from that foolishness, but no. instead, he chose to engage in conversation with arielle.

"what do you think of my hair now?" miles asked.

this made your stomach drop, but it didn't show on your face. instead of saying anything or trying to figure out why miles cared what this random ass girl thought, you stood still where you were, waiting for the worst to be over. at the time, you and miles had only been together for about five and a half months. you didn't expect your first relationship to end that quickly. if this conversation didn't wrap up soon, you were sure that your head would start spinning and you'd pass out on the spot.

"of course! the two braids always look so good on you. i love them," arielle angled her head and leaned against the locker next to miles'.

"so do i," miles smirked, snaking one of his arms around your upper back to the shoulder furthest away from him. he pressed his palm against your arm and gently urged you closer to him, pointing to you with his free hand then looking back at arielle. "my girl got me right the other day, and she did a damn good job."

a smile crept up onto your face. for only half of a second, you didn't want to come off like one of those annoying moms of five who got the last 75" flat-screen tv during black friday and rubbed it in everyone's faces in the checkout line, until you remembered who's boyfriend miles was.

yours.

you had bragging rights.

"thanks, miles," you looked up at him, smiling brightly as any and all doubts left your mind. your eyes soon met with arielle's again, who was in disbelief. it seemed that you'd exchanged expressions. you were the one geeking now.

"damn, i'd say gossip doesn't spread like it used to, but the looks you were giving me tell me you know we're together and don't care."

arielle shifted her weight off of the locker, crossing her arms and rolling her eyes. she was never one to admit, let alone accept defeat.

"girl, c'mon. don't be lame. miles wouldn't cheat on me. it's even crazier that you thought he'd flirt back while i was standing right here."

"have it your way, but he's gonna crack."

with that, arielle scoffed, opting to leave the situation alone for the day. that wouldn't be the last time she tried something like that, and it probably wasn't the first either. you just happened to be around to see it that time. it made you wonder how miles reacted every other time. you were also quick to question why she claimed miles would "crack." it rubbed you the wrong way.

"she's jus' talkin' outta her ass, hermosa. she likes attention," miles assured you.

for whatever reason, that response alone didn't satisfy you. you had an uneasy feeling in your stomach for the rest of the day. you remember calling miles that same night while you both did homework. in the midst of the comfortable silence that had settled, you decided to bring up how you felt about what had happened.

"i won't lie, earlier today, i was a little scared," you admitted.

"of what?"

"i thought you were gonna ditch me for arielle," you replied, letting out a deep sigh at the same time.

"i'd never," miles promised you. "te amo, chica. and only you. i'm with you for a reason."

"i love you, too," you grinned, genuinely feeling at ease. "i was just paranoid. i know now that you'd never do that to me."

the invasive thoughts that often crowded your mind and kept you up late at night; the ones listing each and every reason why your relationship with miles would crash and burn? they haven't bothered you since then.

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hayakawalove · 12 days

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Test of Love (Chapter Two)

Chapter Two

Chapter one, All Chapters

Summary: You had so much fun with Suguru the last time you went out, so you decide to go on date number two.

A/N: Bit of a Suguru centric chapter. Gojo girlies, don't worry. He'll get his time.

CW: Borderline NSFW, alcohol W/C: 5,771

Credit to @benkeibear for the banner

Your body sinks into your chair, Yaga’s voice becoming a low hum in your ears. It was usually hard to focus at staff meetings, but it was even harder when you were only going over information you already knew about. That happened a lot. Being friends with Gojo offered many perks, one being insider knowledge about the inner workings of Jujutsu society.

Your eyes focus on the map behind Yaga showing the last attacks until your vision starts to blur. God, you were so bored. A vibration coming from your pocket shakes you out of it.

Gojo: What underwear are you wearing :)

You: You’re annoying

You: What underwear are you wearing

Gojo: A lacy thong

You: You’re full of shit

Gojo: Wanna come find out?

You stifle a laugh, which catches the principal's attention.

“I’m sorry, am I boring you?” He calls your name, squinting his eyes at you.

“No, I apologize, please continue.” You say back, embarrassment flooding your system as all the teachers' eyes fall on you. Gojo pokes your foot with his, an easy smile playing on his lips. What a shit.

You don't even get the opportunity to try to focus before your phone is vibrating again. It’s from an unknown number.

Unknown: Hey, I had fun last time we saw each other, would you be interested in hanging out again?

You: I would love that! What do you wanna do?

You keep your eyes locked on the screen in your lap. You hadn’t saved Suguru’s number yet, but you knew exactly who it was.

Unknown: The choice is yours, sweetheart

You ignore the heat that begins to spark underneath your face.

You: Why don't we go out to eat?

You: I’m not picky on where, I’ll let you decide

Unknown: Perfect. I’ll make reservations

You were excited to see Suguru again. The two of you had been texting off and on ever since your date, and you really enjoyed his company. It was exactly what you needed after a long day of working your ass off. You did feel bad that you didn’t tell him the truth about your occupation, but you didn’t really have much of a choice.

“So far the attacks haven't been anything too serious, but they are troublesome. I called this meeting together to let you know that we will start to have constant patrols near the school to try to avoid another attack.” Yaga steps to the side, briefly looking at the map before turning his attention back to the group of sorcerers in front of him.

You rest your head on your hand and flick your eyes across the room. You were at a loss on what to do about this situation. You were busy thinking about Gojo and Suguru, when you should have been thinking of ways to handle the problem at hand.

“Hm, no.” Gojo says calmly, his hands behind his head.

“No?” Yaga repeats.

“No.” Gojo tilts his chair back until it’s almost about to tip over before he leans forward again.

“We should have the students survey the area to get experience. The curses aren't too high of a grade so they should be able to handle them easily. We can cycle through the first and second years so they get breaks from patrolling. I mean, the students are here anyway. We can send out recent graduates to handle the larger threats, they can also jump in here if needed. And if it gets really bad then we’ll only be a few miles away.”

Silence settles over the room. It wasn’t a bad idea. The students went on missions anyway. You didn’t have to be worried about them being too far out of reach, either.

“Do you think they’re ready for that?” Yaga asks.

“Yeah, Yuuji might need a little more training but everyone else is fine. Unless, you have no faith in your students?” Gojo says your name.

“They can definitely handle it.” You look towards Gojo.

With his plan, higher level sorcerers would be freed up to handle bigger threats. You wouldn’t tell him, but he could be smart. Sometimes.

“Alright. We’ll try Gojo’s plan to see how it goes.” Yaga sighs, calling the meeting to a close.

You stretch your arms while walking back to your classroom. You were so fucking tired. Between texting Gojo and Suguru, you haven't been getting much sleep. Luckily, your students were out on a mission today, allowing you time to catch up on grading papers. At least you wouldn’t have to use too much brain power.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Gojo asks, long legs striding up beside you. “Who’s that?” He peers over your shoulder to look at your phone, watching as you type a message to Suguru.

“Don’t worry about it, and my classroom. You should probably go to yours as well.” You unlock your door and enter, not bothering to close it behind you as Gojo would only kick it down.

“You didn’t wanna see my lacy thong?”

“Maybe next time, Gojo.” You stand next to your desk and turn around, tilting your head back to look at him.

“How does tonight sound?” Gojo says with a wicked grin.

As much as you wanted to hang out with him…

“Can’t. I have a date.”

“And it’s not with me?” He looks at you dumbly.

You laugh, you hadn’t told Gojo about your date with Suguru. You didn’t really see a need to.

“You’re in an open relationship, isn’t it only fair that I can see who I want as well?” Not that you were necessarily official with Gojo.

Gojo pouts, staring down at you as you step closer.

“Is it your first time seeing him?” His blindfolded eyes follow you as you stop centimeters in front of him.

“My second.”

“Did you guys go all the way last time?”

Your throat feels dry at the question.

“It’s none of your business. And no. We didn’t even kiss.”

Gojo’s shoulders relax a bit at your admission.

“Aw, you jealous?” You joke, lifting a finger to point into his chest.

Gojo grabs your hand, yanking you closer. It catches you off guard, leaving your feet to wobble. You use your other hand to steady yourself against him.

“I don't have any reason to be jealous. You’ll be crawling back to me after your little date.”

The oxygen feels like it’s sucked out of the room, his lowered voice simmering in your stomach. Gojo lowers his blindfold to highlight his point, his blue eyes staring hard into you.

“Is that so?” You ask, breathlessly.

When did his lips get so close?

He hums before leaning down closer. His woody cologne fills your senses, making you immediately dizzy. Gojo watches your expression closely before his white lashes flutter shut while he presses his lips against yours. Soft and sweet. His lips were like sugar as they meld to yours. There’s no tongue, but you don't need it. Your body temperature is rising all the same.

He pulls away and smirks down at you before stepping away. A cocky bastard. You run your thumb along your bottom lip, indulging in the tingling sensation that lingered on you.

“I don’t need to be jealous if I got to kiss you first.” He says with a chuckle, turning around to head out of your classroom.

You can't deny the heat that was beginning to spread in the lower half of your body. You would be a liar if you said you had never thought about kissing him before. It happened only seconds ago and you were already replaying the scene in your head. At least he kissed you, you weren’t sure you would’ve made the first move. Even if you were glad he kissed you, a part of you hated him for leaving you high and dry.

“Have fun on your date!” He calls out over his shoulder, turning the corner to exit the classroom.

Bastard.

You huff and settle down into your seat, hoping the rest of the day would go by faster.

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Luckily for you, it does. And strangely enough, Gojo hasn’t texted you at all since your encounter with him. You were kind of expecting him to pester you for details about the date. It wouldn’t be too far out of the realm of possibilities for him to show up and insert himself. That would be funny, you thought. Gojo and Suguru together would be interesting. They’re on opposite ends of the spectrum, the mere idea of them interacting puts a smile on your face.

The sun is beginning to set as you gather your things to head out for the day. Suguru told you what restaurant you guys were going to, not that you had ever heard of it. He also said he wanted to pick you up if you’d allow it, which you graciously accepted. The restaurant was higher end, in a richer part of Tokyo. You had only ever been to that area several times with Gojo. You were kind of nervous to go, feeling slightly out of your realm, but you knew you would have a good time if you were going with Suguru.

You stand in front of your mirror, rubbing your hands down your outfit. You decided on a black dress that landed just above your knees, the perfect mix between sexy and classy.

Checking your phone, an idea pops in your head. Would it be weird to send a picture of your date outfit to Gojo, considering you were also seeing him?

Yeah. Probably.

Oh well.

You lift up your phone and take a picture of yourself in the mirror, checking it before sending it to Gojo. Right as you send the photo to him, a notification pops up at the top of your screen.

Unknown: I’m here, are you ready?

You: Yes!

Grabbing your clutch, you hurry outside to find Suguru waiting for you. He’s leaning against his car, head tilted as he looks around. When he brings his eyes to you, you feel a chill down your spine. He reminded you of a fox. He wore a black button up with black slacks, his hair tied up into a neat bun.

“You look beautiful.” His velvet voice floats over to you.

Your eyes flutter down at the flattery as you make your way closer to him.

“You don’t look too bad yourself.”

Suguru chuckles and steps aside, grabbing the passenger door handle to open it for you, resting his hand against the top of the door so you don’t bang your head. His car smells like wood and leather, an intoxicating scent that instantly fills your body. He rounds the car before sliding inside the drivers seat, eyes flicking to look up at you.

“How was work?” He asks, pushing the keys in the ignition before pulling out of your parking lot, driving towards the restaurant.

“It was okay, my coworker was kind of getting on my nerves today. He kept getting in my business.”

Suguru smirks, arm flexing as he grips the steering wheel loosely.

“Sounds like someone I know.” He responds easily.

The building comes into view and it looks even fancier than you were expecting. You could see the low lights past the windows with tables evenly spaced throughout the place. There was even a terrace on the top, apparently a rooftop bar according to Suguru. You make a mental note to see if he would bring you up there after you ate.

Suguru gets out before you and opens your car door again, causing your heart to race. You had never been with someone so gentlemanly before. He offers an arm out for you to take, leading you towards the front door. Once you step inside you’re able to see just how busy it is. There was a short line in front of you, and it looked like every table was taken. You remember that Suguru told you he made a reservation, which eases your nerves a bit. That being said, you still felt out of place.

When you get to the hostess table, a young woman glances up at you before doing a double take, eyes settling on Suguru.

Can’t say you blame her.

“Hello sir, did you have a reservation?” Her eyes gleam as she bites back a grin.

“Yes, under the name Suguru.”

“For 7 pm?” She looks back down, studying the list in front of her.

“That would be it.” He lifts a hand up to brush his palm against your arm, wordlessly comforting you. He must’ve been able to tell you were nervous.

“Oh, it looks like we accidentally double booked the table. Let me go and see if the other couple has already arrived.”

Suguru’s brows furrow and you bite your lip. What would you do if your table wasn’t available? You really didn’t wanna go back home, and the two of you were already dressed so nicely.

The woman returns with a somber look on her face. She fidgets with her hands while looking up at Suguru, completely disregarding your presence.

“I’m so sorry, it seems your table was already taken. We can put you next on the list for when another one opens up?”

“Do you know when that might be?” You ask.

She looks down at you, as if she just realized you were there.

“Probably 30 minutes.”

You and Suguru stand in silence for a moment, debating your options. You could wait, but you were also really hungry, a fact Suguru must have noticed.

“I think we’ll look for another restaurant.” He excuses you both, a soft smile on his face.

As the two of you exit, you look up towards Suguru.

“I can always cook something for us back at my house. I don’t think my boyfriend will be home for a while.” He wonders out loud, checking his watch.

“No! It’s okay, I wouldn’t want to intrude like that,” you say quickly, “why don’t we just walk around and see if we can find something nearby?”

Suguru squeezes your hand and agrees, walking alongside you down the sidewalk. There’s a slight breeze in the air, ruffling your hair as you make your way further down the street. It was extremely busy since it was a Friday night. There were groups of young people congregating together, laughing loudly. It had been awhile since you spent the night on the town. You honestly rather preferred to stay curled up in bed with a good book in your hands, but you couldn’t deny the joy you felt as you walked beside Suguru, weaving your way through seas of people.

“Oh! How about here?” You point towards a food truck parked on the side of the road.

Suguru’s brows fly up in what you assume is surprise before he trains them back down. He didn’t seem pompous, so you were hoping he wouldn’t complain.

“I haven’t had their food in awhile.”

“You’ve been here before?” You whip your head towards him while pulling him closer.

“Yeah, my boyfriend really likes it.”

Weird, the only other person you know who eats here is…

“What can I get for you!” A cheery older man says, poking his head out the side of the window.

“Did you know what you want?” Suguru asks you.

“Oh, um, I’ll just get a slice of the cheese pizza.” You murmur, looking at the menu printed on the side of the van.

Suguru orders a slice of the same, and the older man takes his money and trades off two paper plates. It looks greasy and wonderful, just how you remember it being.

“Thank you!” You exclaim, grabbing your plate before sliding to the side, standing at the edge of the sidewalk.

The pizza melts in your mouth the second you take a bite, the golden cheese sliding down your throat. You let out a groan of approval, stopping in your tracks when you notice Suguru’s eyes on you.

“I-I’m sorry!” You fluster out, cheeks immediately heating at the attention.

“It’s cute.” Suguru whispers with a small grin, before taking a bite of his slice.

You bite back a smile as you sink your teeth into the pizza. Honestly, you had no idea what you had done to get so lucky. Most women dream of dating a hot, sweet, funny guy. And you had two of them? You weren’t quite sure what to do with yourself.

A gust of wind blows by, causing your body to shiver. Suguru steps to the side to block the wind from chilling you further, reaching a thumb out to swipe a bit of marinara sauce on your lips.

The action almost felt parental, but you were beginning to notice that trend with him. It seemed like every action he did was in care of you, constantly looking for ways to help out.

“What did you want to do once we finish?” He asks, already halfway done.

You ponder the idea for a moment. Really, your options were endless on a Friday night. Suguru was still a bit of a stranger, so you weren’t really sure what he liked to do. Your eyes drift around the area you’re in, taking note of the establishments. A bright sign catches your attention.

“Do you like dancing, Suguru?”

Suguru’s eyes follow yours, seeing the club that stood several businesses away. There was a line out the door, but it was moving pretty fast. It had been awhile since you’d gone to a club, but the idea sounded very tempting. It was fun to let loose, plus you wanted to see what Suguru looked like under the flashing lights. Maybe that was a selfish desire, but you craved it.

“Yeah, is that where you wanna go?” Suguru laces his hand with yours once you finish eating, the two of you walking towards the club.

Just like you thought, you aren’t waiting long before you’re already in the front, flashing your IDs to get access. A waft of alcohol hits you in the face along with the cool breeze of the AC. It was slightly cool outside, but you knew you’d need the comfort the artificial cold provided once you were packed with the other bodies.

“Do you want anything to drink?” Suguru asks, his voice slightly louder than his normal talking tone in an attempt to speak over the blasting music.

You nod your head and follow him to the bar, his hand holding yours tightly so you don’t lose each other. His palm is large in yours, easily overshadowing the size of your hand. His skin was warm, but not in an uncomfortable sweaty way. It felt calming, protective.

When you arrive, you order a mixed drink while he gets a glass of whiskey. Hopefully the alcohol won’t get to you too fast since you had just eaten. The idea of being drunk in front of Suguru kind of mortified you, you still wanted to make a good impression.

The alcohol burns down your throat as you sip the drink, setting it down on the counter once you’re finished, only to find Suguru’s eyes already looking at you. Just like you expected, he looked amazing under the lights. Flashing colors illuminated his face, his tall stature even more daunting when compared to the other men in the club who didn’t even come close to his height.

“Let’s dance!” You yell over the music, digging your nails in his arm to drag him to the dance floor.

He smiles as he allows you to maneuver his body, standing him in front of you. His cologne goes straight to your head as you press yourself against him, throwing your arms around his neck.

“It’s a little busy.” He observes, mumbling in your ear.

The brush of his breath against your ear causes you to gasp, gripping on him tighter.

“It’s better that way, I won’t get embarrassed since no one will be watching me.” You respond.

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about.” Suguru guides his hands up your body, the slow drag making you want to groan. He brings them back down and settles them on your waist, holding you tightly against him.

You sway your body to the music, standing so close to Suguru that you can't see his face. You aren’t sure you want to see his face. The alcohol was flowing through your veins, and you were afraid of what you might do were you forced to acknowledge his presence.

Bodies dance beside you, the heat of the room finally crawling up your spine. Your neck is starting to feel sticky already, but you’re too drunk on the moment to care.

Suguru’s body feels hard against your own, and you can't help but find yourself wondering what he looks like underneath all his clothes. He looked strong, you could practically feel the muscles that bulged underneath. Your mouth begins to salivate at the image you start to conjure up in your head, the sight borderline pornographic. The more you think about it, the more you can feel your restraint begin to slip. It wouldn’t be so bad to make a move, would it?

Bravery, it was a fickle thing, wasn’t it?

You were in need of it every day for your job. You needed it so often that you tended to forget that what you were doing required it at all. Sometimes it was hard to summon.

It also tended to be easier to use when you had the aid of liquid courage flowing through you.

You drag your hands down, softly scratching the skin of his veiny forearms while you pull away from him. He looks down at you with raised brows, waiting on bated breath to see what you were going to do. The music changes, giving you the last boost you needed. You turn around, placing your ass against Suguru while grabbing his hands, guiding them to your waist once more, and you start to follow the music.

You didn’t mean for it to be filthy, you really didn’t. At least that’s what you tell yourself.

It was too hard to resist the beat of the music so you decided to let your body do the talking for you. Quickly the two of you find a rhythm together, your bodies moving in tandem. Suguru digs his fingers in your waist, keeping you pulled tight against him. You allow your eyes to flutter closed while you sing along with the music surrounding you, the vibrations of it filling your soul.

“This feels so good!” You speak over the music, telling Suguru.

“Hm, is that right?” He questions, guiding your hips back and forth.

The lowness of his voice crawls over your skin, sparking a match deep inside your stomach. You meant dancing felt good, but now that you thought about it, your bodies pressed together also felt amazing.

You throw a hand back, placing it on Suguru’s head, bringing him closer to you. Closer, you needed him closer. What the hell was in the drink you had? You were feeling unstoppable.

You grind your ass against him harder, noting the way his hands tighten around you. It sends a rush of excitement over you, only beckoning you to go further. You run your hands over his arms again, delighting in the rumble you feel come from his chest.

“Careful, baby.” Suguru warns, placing a slow kiss on your neck.

How could he tell you to be careful if he was going to tempt you further to the deep end?

“Or what?” You find yourself asking, looking over your shoulder.

Fuck.

You were treading on a thin line, and you knew it. His eyes are narrowed in on you, peeking at you from thin slits. He doesn’t look angry, he looks determined.

Suguru reaches down, curling his fingers underneath the hem of your dress. He doesn’t pull it up, he just slides his fingers across your skin, causing goosebumps to prickle you.

You lean forward slightly, pushing your ass out more against him. If he wanted to tease you, two could play at that game.

It felt like you were the only two ones on the dance floor. Your bodies moved in perfect sync, almost as if you had danced this way with him hundreds of times before. Your mind was dizzy, drunk on the feeling that sunk in your chest.

As you move, you’re able to feel something underneath you. You only have to glide back and forth several more times before you’re able to deduce what that something was. When you look over your shoulder you see Suguru looking down, his brows furrowed as he watches you grind against him.

It’s as if he can feel your gaze, because he’s flicking his eyes back up to you. Your stomach immediately drops once you’re caught, but you still delight in the look he’s giving you. A low pressure builds in your core.

He takes control, practically moving your body for you. You want to feel embarrassed, but you don’t. Not when you know that there’s probably twenty other couples doing the exact same thing.

You feel like you’re a patient person, never jumping the gun on hardly anything. But in this moment, right now, you’re desperate.

You turn around, wrapping your arms around him and yanking him down towards you. He instantly gets the hint, grazing his lips against yours. The two of you look into each other's eyes through heavy lids before you press your lips together.

Kissing Suguru was everything you thought it would be and more.

His lips tasted smoky like the whiskey he drank earlier on in the night. It suited him. You press your mouth against his harder, silently begging for more. No matter how urgent you felt, Suguru refused to cooperate. He moves on his own time, guiding his lips over yours while his hands trail down your back. It’s painful to wait, your body craving to taste him.

Suguru slips his tongue through his lips, grazing it against yours before you open your mouth. Fuck, was the room always this hot? Your tongue molds against his, heavy breaths being shared between you two. He slides his hand down your leg, hiking it up against his hip.

The new angle causes some friction against your core, leaving you reeling. If you didn’t have better self control, you might have just ripped your clothes off in the middle of the dance floor.

You moan against his lips, making him smile. His fingers grip your leg tightly, so tight you’re sure you would have bruises tomorrow morning.

His tongue easily follows yours, neither dominating or submissive. You didn’t care if anyone’s eyes were on the both of you. Suguru had you completely entranced. You were sure if he told you to do anything, you would do it.

You wrap your arms around his neck, reaching up to pull his hair tie out. You run your fingers through his silky hair, appreciating the way it flows through each digit. When his hair falls down, you’re able to get a whiff of his shampoo and probably conditioner (there was no way this man didn’t have a multistep routine). The scent was that of lavender and frankincense. It was calming, just like him.

Pulling back, you open your eyes to look at his face. He was so fucking handsome. Suguru’s lips follow yours, but you reel your head back even more, granting you just a sliver of space. How cute. His eyes flutter open to look down at you, as if offended you stopped kissing him.

His amber eyes cause your breathing to stumble, the intensity punching you in your gut.

“You’re a brat, aren’t you?” He asks, as if he already knows the answer.

“Why don’t you come find out?” You respond.

He stares at you for a moment longer, gaze calculating in the way he watches you. A pang of fear grips you, but it’s overshadowed by the alcohol in your system.

“Let’s get out of here.” He leans down to whisper in your ear. It’s not a question, it’s a statement. One he knows you’ll agree to.

Suguru pulls back, bringing his hand up to move some of your hair out of your face, behind your ear. He looks at you like you’re delicate china, something he wants to hold and protect.

Fuck, you really feel bad for not being able to tell him the truth about yourself…

You force yourself to snap out of it, too intent on enjoying this moment with Suguru. You place a quick kiss on his lips and tug him towards the exit.

How long has it been since you got laid?

The prospect of sex was rattling around your brain, making your mouth go dry. When you were dancing on Suguru you could tell he was big, and that fact only messed with you more. Could you take him? Something told you that he would make it fit.

Suguru slides his keys from his pockets, opening the car door for you once more. Part of you wasn’t even sure you’d be able to wait until you got home to have sex with him.

“Your house or mine?” You ask, out of breath from the anticipation.

“Mine’s closer.” He starts the ignition, holding his arm behind your seat to back out.

Of course he backs out like that.

Your fingers twitch in your lap with the need to hold him again. The idea of sitting on his lap while he drove was almost too tempting.

Suguru makes a series of turns until you’re waiting at a stop light, your stomach tingling.

“Suguru, how much l-“

Suguru turns around and grips your chin. He smashes his lips against yours, effectively cutting you off. You can’t help the squeal that falls from your lips at his action. His tongue brushes against your bottom lip, making you raise a hand to grip his shirt.

“Be patient, little one.” Suguru murmurs, pulling back to look into your eyes.

You furrow your brows, seconds away from groaning. The red hue on his face changes to green and he’s moving back into place, pressing his foot on the gas.

Handfuls of nice apartment complexes pass by the car as you speed to his house, making you wonder just how rich he was. He said he was a freelancer, but you didn’t know of any freelancers who made this kind of money.

“We’re here.” He says, easing the car to a stop.

You lean forward to peer up at the building in front of you. It was incredible. It had to have been at least twenty stories, with glass paneling all around. You’re too busy gawking at the apartment to notice Suguru opening your door, waiting outside for you.

“Oh, sorry. This is really nice Suguru.” You mumble, taking his hand as you step out.

Your eyes are locked on the building as you get out, wondering what the inside looks like. It definitely had to be nicer than your place. You were starting to be glad that the two of you didn’t go to your apartment, you weren’t even sure you had picked the laundry up off the floor and here he was living lavishly.

Suguru tilts your head back to him, garnering your attention once more. He presses his lips against yours, trapping you against the car. His mouth was much more frenzied by now, as he pulled away to leave hot kisses down your neck, sinking his teeth in your throat softly.

You let out a quiet moan, which makes him grip you tighter. The two of you were beginning to gather attention, as you could feel the heat of people staring as they walked by.

“S-suguru.” You mumble, tugging his shirt.

He pulls back and looks down at you with feral eyes before stepping away. Suguru grips your hand, lacing his long fingers around yours while you follow him clumsily to the doors. He nods once to the front desk attendant before stopping in front of the elevators. Your body heat is steadily rising as you get closer to his apartment. His hand flexes around yours as the elevator slowly inches closer and closer to the bottom floor.

The second the doors open he’s dragging you inside, pressing you against the shiny walls. His lips are back on your throat in an instant, his hot breath caressing your neck as he nips you. The elevator was too small, the heat the two of you were emitting only circulating making you even more dizzy. You moan and dig your nails into his shirt, pulling him closer to you. His hips press into you, and you’re able to feel his hardness again.

Hell, if he wasn’t going to make it fit, then you were.

Beeps from the elevator fill the small room as you slowly crawl to the next floor. Your eyes are glued to the red numbers at the top, watching them get higher and higher.

Suguru sinks his teeth near your jugular and begins to suck, relishing in the groan you release. Your lips are slightly parted as you indulge in the sensation of his tongue working your neck. He was definitely going to leave hickeys, but you didn’t care. You bring your hand down and graze his crotch, brushing past his hard cock. Suguru takes in a quick breath, his fingers digging harder into you.

The elevator beeps once more before you’re at floor twenty, the doors slowly opening.

“Suguru-“

He pulls away and smashes his lips to yours before stepping away. The look in his eyes is a far cry from his appearance when you met him in that quiet bookstore.

You sink your teeth into your lip as he leads you down the hall, perfect white tiles lining the path as you go. The wetness between your legs was beginning to borderline on uncomfortable, and a throbbing sensation was shooting up from your core. Suguru stops in front of a door and rips his keys from his pocket, jamming them into the knob. Simultaneously he’s turning his head to kiss you again, finding the fact of being away from you unbearable. You hold the side of his face and stick your tongue out, tangling with his as the door opens and the two of you stumble inside.

“Oh, you’re home early.” A voice comes from inside the house.

Suguru pulls away from you and looks over his shoulder.

“Satoru, you said you wouldn’t be back until 11.”

…Satoru?

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kittyadore · 10 months

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Hi Hi 👋🏼 can you please do an earth 42 miles x reader when it's Halloween and they go out trick or treating together 💟

halloween

—𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦!42 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴

—𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵

—𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵; 1,4𝘬

—𝘢/𝘯; hi lovelies, thank u so much for the request !! i had fun writing this, i really think e!42 miles is a cutie. sum e!1610 miles coming soon hopefully, please leave requests so i know what you guys want to read. also thank u so much for the 140 (i think) likes under my previous post, as its my first ever, it means a lot to me💝💝

As October descended upon Brooklyn, whispers of Halloween's approach filled the air. Your eyes sparkled with anticipation, and you couldn't contain your excitement for the upcoming festivities. But Miles, with a furrowed brow, scoffed at the idea, preferring solitude over celebrations.

Undeterred by Miles' grumpiness, you decided to transform his home into a magical realm of Halloween delight. His mother approved of your brilliant ideas, so the boys' opinion couldn't change anything. Armed with a vivid imagination and an overflowing box of decorations, you set out to infuse the flat with the spirit of the season.

While you took your time adorning his bedroom with ghostly figures, cobwebs, and some pumpkins, your boyfriend observed you from a distance, a skeptical expression etched on his face. Despite his reservations, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity as your enthusiasm filled the air.

Subsequently, you transformed the living room into a haunted haven. With Rio's help, you strung orange and black streamers, hung paper bats from the ceiling, and carefully arranged a display of glowing jack-o'-lanterns. Miles' grumpiness wavered as he watched your infectious excitement, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

As the evening came, you turned your attention to cute couple Halloween costumes. You spent hours crafting intricate outfits-a brooding vampire for Miles and a whimsical fairy costume for yourself. Miles grumbled about the discomfort of wearing a costume, but deep down, he couldn't deny the sparkle in your eyes, even though he tried to fight it.

"You're trippin, ma." The boy intervened firmly as he shook his head in disbelief. "I am not wearing that, no way." The sharp tone of his voice struck through your heart, slowly breaking it into pieces. You knew he wasn't the type to participate in adorable couple activities, but you didn't understand why couldn't he spend his time with you, at least during such fascinating time.

"Oh come on, Miles, why not?" You pouted, crossing your arms as you looked at him with a disapproving gaze. You were sure of his opinion, but deep down, you still had some hope, that the captivating season could soften his heart, even the tiniest bit. "It's like you don't love me anymore, Miles. You never do anything fun with me, we barely even spend time together. You're always out doing your 'important work', putting off our plans" You snapped at him, with slight wrath audible in your voice

"I get it, you might not be a fan of all those 'cringy' couple activities, but please, can't you enjoy your time with me for once?" You continued, your gaze shifting from his face to his torso. You could notice the confusion on his face, as you weren't the type to talk to him like this. "But alright, if you don't want to, I can just go out with someone else. You have fun here"

Miles made his way up to his bed, sitting down beside you, letting out a sigh, as he entwined his hands with yours. Staring into his eyes, you could see them filling up with agony, clearly hurt after hearing your truthful speech.

"Look, mami. I'm sorry I haven't given you enough time lately, you know, I just cant explain it. I want to keep you safe" Your boyfriend started the same answer you hear every time you would bring up his job. It was different though, he never really genuinely apologized to you. Sure, a quick 'my bad' or 'i'll do better' usually left his mouth, but you've never heard him say 'i'm sorry'. He put his head down as he continued.

"I'm sorry that you feel that way, you know I'm not happy about me canceling our dates either. I can dress up and go trick-or-treating with you, ma. I hate seeing you like this, I'll do better, princessa."

Miles stole a quick kiss on your lips, then on your forehead as he got up from the bed, reaching over to your Halloween costumes. His lips shifted into a soft smile as he felt a wave of warmth strike through his heart.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, you two emerged from his house, you adorned in vibrant fairy costume that shimmered under the moonlight. You fluttered your wings, casting a spell of enchantment that swirled around Miles.

Miles, reluctantly participating, donned a simple costume, a bloodthirsty vampire. Deep down, he couldn't resist your excitement, and a flicker of curiosity ignited within him, as you took the lead.

Hand in hand, you set off into the moonlit streets, where houses were adorned with cobwebs, glowing pumpkins, and haunting decorations. Children, disguised as witches, superheroes, and ghosts, giggled and chattered as they darted from door to door.

You, with your infectious laughter, skipped ahead, your voice like a melody in the night. Miles trailed behind, his grumpy attitude slowly giving way to the passion he hadn't felt in years.

At each house, children eagerly showcased their costumes, their eyes shining with anticipation. Your eyes danced with delight, and your laughter filled the crisp autumn air. Miles, though initially skeptical, found himself chuckling at your excitement, realizing that Halloween held a joy he had long forgotten.

As you continued your journey collecting candy, you arrived at a house unlike any other. It's porch was adorned with shimmering lights, and a melodious tune drifted through the air. You approached, your hand entwined with your boyfriends' and your eyes wide with wonder, and rang the doorbell.

The door creaked open, revealing an elderly man dressed as a magician. With a flourish of his wand, he produced a basket overflowing with candy. As he handed you a treat, he leaned in and whispered, "May the magic of this night bring joy to even the coldest of hearts."

Miles was taken aback by the man's words. Perhaps there was more to Halloween than he had ever realized. A seed of enchantment had been planted within him, sprouting into a newfound appreciation for the night's festivities.

Eager to share this newfound delight, Miles' coldness dissipated like mist in the morning sun. He engaged in playful banter with fellow trick-or-treaters, admiring their costumes and sharing in the joy of the evening.

As the moon reached its zenith, you approached the final house on your route. The porch was transformed into a whimsical wonderland, complete with floating candles and mystical creatures. Your eyes sparkled, and Miles' heart swelled with anticipation.

You knocked on the door, and it swung open to reveal a woman dressed as a fortune teller. Her voice was soft and melodious as she greeted you. Miles exchanged glances with you, feeling as though you had stumbled into a magical realm.

The fortune teller handed you each a small, golden envelope. "Open these when the clock strikes midnight," she whispered, her eyes twinkling with mystery.

With a sense of wonder pulsing through your veins, you and your boyfriend bid the fortune teller farewell. You made your way back home, your pumpkin buckets filled to the brim with sweet treasures.

As the clock neared midnight, you sat on the couch, in the decorated living room. With a hushed countdown, you opened your golden envelopes in unison.

Inside, you discovered handwritten notes, each containing a heartfelt message from the other. Words of love, appreciation, and gratitude spilled from the pages, filling your hearts with warmth.

You and Miles exchanged smiles, your souls intertwined in a magical moment. You realized that the true enchantment of Halloween was not just in the costumes or treats, but in the bonds that were strengthened and the love that was kindled.

As the clock struck midnight, Miles took your hand in his and whispered, "Thank you for showing me the magic of this night, ma. I'm sorry for being so harsh with you and canceling our dates so often. If they are as amazing as this one, it will never happen again." Your eyes shimmered with happiness and you let out a quiet laugh at his words.

Under the moonlit sky, the two of you shared a tender kiss, the magic of the night enveloping you. In that moment, you knew that love, laughter, and the spirit of Halloween would forever illuminate your lives, casting away any shadows of coldness that may try to linger.

#miles morales #miles x reader #prowler miles #prowler miles x reader #prowler!miles #prowler!miles x reader #across the spiderverse #earth 42 miles #earth 42 miles x reader

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cuddl3s4shur1 · 10 months

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•𝐁𝐎𝐗𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒•

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆:Earth 1610! Miles x F! Y/N

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓,’𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏:REUNION

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎:Your old bestfriend moves in with you for a while , during that time you gain feelings

𝐀\𝐍: This a little cute or whatever

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆:I dont know its a little angst but it gets happy an lovie dovie

Your room was like heaven in your eyes. It had most things you loved in ONE room. Your favorite books, your tv, your pc, And lastly your personal space. No one ever telling you about what you’re supposed to do in your room.

And yet all of them would come crashing down on one random day in June.

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You would get up to your room taking another way to get up there instead of just coming in through the front door. You would get to your room like you always do. You were about to start your after-school routine, listen to music, and do your homework.

You open the door to see your room split in. Emotions would all come at you at once. You didn’t know what emotion you wanted to feel. But one that practically took over all the rest was confusion.

Why was it two twin beds instead of your queen, why were all of your beloved precious items pushed to one side while the other had items you never saw before,

“Mamá, ¿por qué mi habitación está a la mitad? ( Mommy, why is my room in half) “ you yell to her dance downstairs

You run downstairs, and in the process, you definitely felt like you missed a step, your mom was in the kitchen working on a meal.

You saw her recipe cards on the table.

Was family coming over you thought to yourself? your mother would only pull her recipe cards out if she had invited people over and wanted to impress them.

“Mama what’s going on first my room, Ahora tarjetas de recetas ( now recipe cards) . “you ask her confused about everything

The doorbell started to ring, she dusted her hands on her cooking apron. She would then remove the apron and head to the door . “ looks like the surprise came earlier than anticipated “ she would say.

“ You look at her confused, what surprise, and who on earth was at the front door?

“Honey this might be a little different for you, but remember Miles your childhood best friend, “ she asks you.

That’s when you knew exactly what was happening: she probably invited him over, but little did she know that you guys fell out a year ago.

“Sí, mamá ( yes mama) “

“Well I ran into his mom at the store, and You know Jeff is on a business trip, so u said they could stay with us... Isn't that great “ she says?

You begin to force a smile on your face “Yeah it's great “ you tell her.

“I was hoping they would come later so the food would be done, it's good there here now so they can get used to the home, “ she says, she answers the door.

You were trying to decide if you wanted to you upstairs or stay downstairs and introduce them to the house. You chose to stay downstairs you knew mama rio would want to see you.

“Ah, mi chica, mi chica (Ah my girl, my girl) “Mama Rio goes in for a hug with your mom

. “Te echaba de menos (I missed you) “ you mom whispered to Mrs. Rio

“Where’s my baby Y/n, I haven't seen her in forever, “Mama Rio says.

You walk close to the door and hug her.

She starts to squeeze you tight in her arms “I missed you too mama “ you hug her.

“Cariño, ¿dónde has estado? No te he visto desde el año pasado (Baby where have you been, I haven't seen you since last year ) “ mama Rio asks you.

“I've been busy you know “ you tell her

“ Mi chica, necesito que vengas a verme más ( my girl, I need you to come see me more)”she demands to you

she tells you “I’m sorry, I promise I’ll see more, “You tell her

, Miles brushes past you and starts to head upstairs. With bags in his hand . You go upstairs also and follow his lead . He places 2 bags in the room next to yours .

Mama rio was going to sleep their

Then he went into the room that you guys were going to share . He places his bags and go back downstairs. You were confused on why . You left it alone and went to your PC and started to work on your computer .

“So how’s life been “ miles try’s to break the silence you turn around while staying in your chair .

“Well and yours “ you ask him.

“I understand we're not really on speaking terms with each other but just so you know I still care about you, “ he tells you.

“Then if you care so much why did you start acting different and ghost me, “ you ask him “It's hard to explain, “ he says.

“just tell me the truth , when we fell out you made me seem like I something wrong like I made you go away “ you told him

“Thats not it y/n , i can’t tell you why “ he tells you , your mind goes confused.

“ok, thats fine, when you want to ... Then you can talk to me, “ you tell him and go back to doing what you needed to do.

He felt his heart beating fast like it was aching to tell you the truth.

He let out a sigh “You know Spider-Man “ he asks you, you turn around “ ofc, I mean you should know I love spider-man” you tell him

“Right right, we’ll let’s just say you know I know him, “ he says, you start to smile.

“Like really know him, Spider-man is me “Y'all both go silent, and a stare-off starts. You let out a tiny scram of excitement, he pulls you in his arm with his web shooter. He covers your mouth with his hand.

“Shh,” he tells you, “Y/n are you good “ your mom yells

He removes his hand from your mouth “Yes I’m good, it was a spider but Miles killed it “ you lied to your mom.

You guys both look at each other, you looking up at him, him looking down at you. His arm still on your waist .

“You can let go of my waist now, “ you tell him

. He removes his arm and you back up.

“Well uh that’s cool, I’m going to you know listen to music and do my work “

You say awkwardly and sit back down.

He was happy, he got his best friend and some new feelings for her Also.

#miles morales x reader #miles morales #atsv x you #spiderman miles morales #miles morales x you #miles morales prowler #miles morales fic #miles morales fluff #miles morales x y/n #morales miles #earth 1610 #earth 1610 miles morales x reader

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lizhrs · 2 years

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might seduce your dad type -

warnings: smut/nsfw, cunnilingus, slight dacryphilia, fingering, choking, degradation/dirty talk, breeding kink, toxic relationship, angst

summary: sick of toji acting as if you don’t exist, you travel back to your hometown to give him a piece of your mind. it doesn’t go well. (wc: 3844)

"it really isn't a big..." you trail off, leaning your head back on the sofa.

you try and keep your tone steady, nonchalantly staring at your bloodied finger. it's just a tiny cut that can be fixed with some paper and water but megumi is acting as if you cut a giant gash through your palm. he frantically puts his sweater on, shaking his head as he grabs his keys. "it's fine, i was just going to buy some ice for the party tonight. i'll grab the bandaids on the way."

"party?"

"why else would i come back home for spring break if it wasn't to throw raves?" he mutters as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"i don't know...to spend time with family?" you bite on your bottom lip.

"you're not spreading it with family."

"yeah, but—" you cut yourself off, what do you even say to that? the reason you decided to not go home for break after months of not seeing your family was because you wanted to talk to his jerk of a father after he ghosted you? it's certainly a great way to lose a friend, if anything. "isn't your father coming?"

you two arrived to his place yesterday night and so far, no sign of him. megumi shakes his head, "he's probably lounging at some bar, who cares?" he groans. "i'll be back soon, don't injure yourself even more." he chuckles before stepping out.

you finally allow yourself to let out a frustrated groan as you throw your body on the sofa. you did not travel over a thousand miles to not even talk to him once. you let a couple minutes pass before getting up and walking towards the kitchen, turning on the faucet and putting your finger under it.

you should feel guilty you traveled with your friend under false pretenses of you simply wanted to spend time with him after weeks of brain crushing exams when in reality, you just wanted to piss off his annoyingly attractive father who you just want to plummet into the ground for being such a dickwad. but, you don't. at least you don't think you do.

you needed to do this. it's been months of being ghosted and you're tired of thinking you did something wrong when you tried so hard to do everything right.

it's not you.

it's him and his inability to commit to anything. and you'll be sure to tell him that when he gets here, you'll give him a piece of your mind and tell him how much of a bastard he is—why he thinks he has the nerve to—

you gasp as you feel something pressing up behind you, more precisely someone's chest. it's definitely not megumi. he would rather die out of embarrassment than feel you up like this. no it's definitely not him. you gulp, trying to settle the hammering of your heart.

"now what are you doing here?" he says right by your ear. his voice sounds soft, almost tender but you know better.

"it's spring break." it's hard to sound like you could care less about the situation right now when you can feel every damn muscle and ab pressing against your body.

"that still doesn't explain why you're here." he then laughs. "did you come just for me?"

you scoff, about to push him off but he only tightens his hold. you were seconds away from elbowing him when he decides to snake his hand up your thigh. of course, you haven't seen each other in months and the first thing he wants to do is act like a damn pervert. you should be pushing him off and you know—giving him a piece of your mind. that's what you came here for but dammit...

it's hard. it's a very hard thing to do when he drags you closer, teeth grazing your neck.

"get off of me." you sigh, voice having absolutely no edge.

"didn't you miss me?"

"i didn't even think you remembered i existed." you mutter bitterly, those words finally creating a bit of anger inside of you. "how could i possibly miss someone who acted as if i was an insignificant little ant?"

he laughs again, more genuine. you fight the blush threatening to come up even though he can't see you. he finds this funny? of course he does. what'd you expect from someone like him? "are you really sad i didn't text you like some lovesick teenager?" he places his hands on your waist, quickly spinning you around so now you’re both face to face.

you refrain from gulping at the sight of him. of course he still looks perfectly handsome. you expected for him to at least look a bit disheveled at seeing you after a while. "it's not just texting." you grit through your teeth. "you're really acting like you didn't booty call me every single night until i left?"

he doesn't even seem like he's listening to you, fingers traveling up to your chin then mouth, pulling your bottom lip down before inserting one finger in. you immediately suckle on them, the shame coursing through you. you guess your body responds to his touches a little too well, even after everything.

"that was months ago. it's not like we were ever together. besides, i didn't want people treating me like some predator. you don't think our age gap is a bit unorthodox?" he could care less about the age difference, it's all over his face.

"we're both legal adults—"

"no, no. suck." he shushes you, his finger back on your tongue. "we both know why you're here, in that pretty little dress so why don't we skip the talking and cut to it?"

you should say no. you had a whole damn speech prepared, one almost guaranteed to make him hurt. you should say no. c'mon, say no. but then he pushes his finger even deeper, almost choking you with the action and fuck, the arousal swirls in your lower region.

"is that a yes?"

you glare at him, fucking asshole. you nod just before he inserts another finger, both traveling deeper until you're gagging, spit gathering in the corner of your lips. "sta—staph!" you push his hand away. "m-megumi might come back any second, just..."

"just what?" he grins. "what do you want?"

"t-take..." your blush intensifies. "take me to the bedroom."

he chuckles, hands quickly going under your legs and picking you up as if your weight means nothing. and to him, it isn't. fuck, has he been working out? how does he look even more ripped? you don't know when you enter the bedroom but you do gasp when he throws you on the bed as if you're nothing and damn, you hate how that turns you on even more.

he yanks your ankle, pulling you down the bed so he can hover over you, lips instantly finding yours. you moan into the kiss without a second thought, fingers going to run through his hair. his tongue is hot, making sure to feel every inch and corner of your mouth before trailing the kisses down to your neck. he has a cheshire like grin on his face as he gets to your chest, not a care in the world as he rips the dress open, the buttons flying around.

you don't have the common sense right now to think about how you'll explain the ripped material to megumi when he gets back. or the love bites toji is sure to leave all over your body. you didn't think this through, too blinded by rage and lust.

you shriek as you feel his tongue lap into your cunt, not sure how the hell he got there so fast. "t-toji..." you whimper, eyes clenching tightly as he presses down on your clit. you can't help but move your hips, trying to get more of his thick tongue inside of you but he grips your legs and that's all the warning you need before stopping.

asshole.

"scream for me, princess. that's all you need to do." he mutters against your flesh, leaving little kisses on it before diving in again. "you taste delightful."

"s-shut up." you grit through your teeth, leaning up and glaring at him. "just shut up and make me feel good.”

"someone's mad." he stands up, hand going to his back pocket and taking out a small bottle of lube. of course he keeps that of all things on him at all times. "you're that hurt i didn't text back?" he snorts. "this is why i like to avoid getting into bed with young women. always so needy."

you bite the inside of your cheek, "i'm not needy." that's the only response you're able to get out without having tears gathering in your eyes.

"oh yes you are, princess." he doesn't give any warning before he's inserting two lubed up fingers into your pussy. you clench the bedsheets, biting down hard on your bottom lip to keep any sounds from coming out. he doesn't deserve to hear them.

"you've been needy ever since you came onto my balcony that night, in nothing but that oversized shirt. rambling on about a spider in your room." your walls spasm and tears pinch the corner of your eyes as he crooks his fingers. "a spider...really? that's the best you could come up with?"

"well, it achieved my goal didn't it?" you say through the moans. "had you under me not even ten minutes—ah! later."

"yeah you did, didn't you? you little slut." his other hand goes into his sweatpants and your mouth shamelessly waters at the sight of the veiny cock that slaps against his shirt. "pretending to be this little saint when you're here, begging to get screwed by a man twice your age."

"who says i'm begging?" you roll your eyes. he grabs your leg, pulling it over his shoulder as he leans down. you try and hold his gaze down but it's hard, you wonder how the hell one single look from him can be so intimidating.

"how many cocks have been in this little hole ever since you left?" he asks carelessly, changing the subject as his member aligns with said hole.

you stare at him, not sure which answer is acceptable. would he even care? you doubt it but he's a cocky and possessive man. he could feel absolutely nothing for you and still get jealous if you slept with someone else. that's the sense of entitlement this bastard has. he knows his power and exactly how to use it.

"none of your bu—fuck!" his cock starts to push in, the tightness trying to fight him but that only urges him to push deeper—until he pushes in one swift motion. you're used to him being rough, he's the damn definition of rough but this pace is enough to burn your insides and turn them into nothing. "d-deep, oh fuck. why are you so—" you're cut off by the feeling of his hand around your throat.

his grip is unmercifully tight, the pressure immediately causing you to choke and you would moan if you could because holy fuck— he's so hot. just manhandling you as if you're nothing, just a little cumrag for him to spill into. a fucktoy he can use whenever he wants to. the humiliation burns through cause you know you could care less about the dehumanizing way he treats you—at least in the bedroom. "fuck, y/n i want to hear your screams, not your little whimpering. understood?"

you nod, or at least try to and he takes his head away. you're only allowed a second to cough before he's thrusting in and out again, leaning down to latch at your nipple. you bite your lip, remembering how you 'forgot' to wear a bra this morning. you ignored the blush megumi had once he realized, not having it in you to feel self conscious. only toji was on your mind today. he's always on your mind, even when you don't want him to be. and most times you don't.

"gonna make you cum, then again and again until you're nothing but a sobbing mess." your pussy won't stop spasming around his cock, tears gathering in your lashes as his length travels even deeper. he's so big, you forgot just how big he was.

"w—we can't." you groan, voice croaking. "m-megumi is—" your body jolts as his pace increases, like the sole purpose of tonight is to ruin your insides.

all you could feel in the moment was how perfectly his cock dragged inside of you, how hot your insides felt, how this feeling felt so normal when it came to him. you always wanted this feeling with him. he grips your waist, diving in harder until you're arching off of the bed, head digging into the sheets. "t-oji!" you screech, high pitched and drawled out.

"are you going to cry for me, princess?" he laughs, the sound cutting through the air and making you feel even smaller. "c'mon, i wanna see it. let it out." he presses your forehands together, tongue lolling out to lick your cheeks.

he pulls out and the squelching sound of your cunt is enough to make you cry out before he's thrusting back in again. sweat is beading on your forehead and he grins at the sight, going to lick it and the stretch makes you whine. "t—too much." and yet you know you still crave even more.

but you know you can't have it, at least not tonight. not when megumi could be coming back any second.

"isn't that what you wanted? why you were whining like a little bitch cause i didn't contact you? why you came in this dress i bought you months ago? isn't it?"

you shake your head no and he apparently didn't like that answer as he presses his hand on it, digging your cheeks into the sheets. "don't deny it. we both know you're nothing but a needy whore when it comes to me. it's pathetic really. all those guys on that campus and still crawling back to me?" he scoffs.

that's not true. you want to say it's not but it's pointless, you're practically drooling into his sheets. you scream as his finger goes down to rub against your clit and it only takes a few seconds more before you're coming. your eyes squeeze shut as your legs shake, walls shuddering violently.

he pays no mind to that, hand going to your throat again as he pounds into you. the sounds bouncing off the walls, flesh colliding against flesh and you swear you could come again just at the sound of the headboard hitting the wall. you're going to be absolutely ruined after this round. "toji, h-hurts." you pant because it feels like he's about to tear you apart.

he only grins, "what? want me to stop? slow down?"

you both know you don't want that. he smirks at your silence. "you wanted to be fucked, didn't you? missed the feeling of my hands on you? my hands groping you—" he makes sure to grope your breast into his hands for emphasis, a guttural moan leaves your throat as he presses harshly onto your nipple.

"m-megumi's coming!" you cry out, tears falling down your cheeks. fuck, it's too much. hurts so good you could do this for hours.

he rolls his eyes, "i think we're gonna have to talk about the fact you can't stop mentioning my sons name when we're—"

"shut up!" you glare at the playful smirk on his face. unbelievable.

he only smiles more, but thankfully it doesn't take long for him to come, he makes sure to kiss you as he does. the feeling sloppy, causing spit to dribble down your chin. you grab his cheeks, deepening the kiss until you're all practically engulfing each others tastes. the hot liquid fills you up, over and over again until a drawled out moan escapes your lip which only adds to toji's ego.

you hold him tighter, having missed the way his cum drenched your insides. “you feel that?” his hot breath pants against your ear. “gonna fill you up nice, y/n.”

“fill me up.” you choke out, you wanted it all. you didn’t have to say it, he already knew. you wanted him spilling deep inside of you, breeding you until it was dripping down your thighs.

he buries in deep as he can, smirking like a mad man as you milk his cock, releasing even more in thick hot spurts. he leans his head in the crook of your neck as his cock starts to soften. “fuck.” he pants. “you’re on the pill right?”

“no.” your throat feels incredibly dry. “i came here tonight just to trap you with a pregnancy.” you mutter dully.

“ha-ha.” comes the sarcastic reply.

you can feel the sweat all over your body, it's been so long since you've felt so good. only having your toys to get you through the past few months because as the toji guessed earlier, no you haven't let anyone else touch you like this.

it's stupid. it's not like this is even a proper relationship yet you have a strong desire to be his and only his.

he stands up, licking his lips at your panting body on the bed. he's taking in the work he's done before he grabs your wrist, pulling you up so you're sitting. you wince at the feeling in your lower back. "you're filthy." he whispers. "how'd you allow me to ruin you so much, y/n?" he sounds almost amazed at his own handiwork.

"aren't i ruining you too?" you look at him, nibbling on the inside of your cheek at his heated gaze. "you can pretend you're not affected by any of this but we both know you are." you hate how your voice croaks at that, you can just imagine the bruises from his hands on your throat forming.

"am i now?" he scoffs. "i'm not the bruised and shaking one always coming back to beg for more. you are."

you clench your jaw. asshole. asshole. asshole. "you can always say no yet you always practically dive at the chance to have a taste of me." you force yourself to stand up, hands going up to clench the ripped section of your dress, hiding your breast with it.

"who am i to say no to a beautiful lady?"

"is that supposed to flatter me?" you sigh, irritation showing. "so, is that how you really feel dear old toji? this is just sex? nothing more, nothing less?"

"i never directly said that." he tilts his head but you can see behind the expression on his face, he's playing you. acting as if this actually has a chance to be anything more. but...you know there was something forming a few months ago. more than just nights of passionate fucking.

"you implied it." you clench your hands into fists.

"you're acting as if i forced you into this little arrangement. you seduced me, shamelessly at that knowing how i am yet you expect more?" he huffs carelessly. "that's what i get for getting with someone your age."

you're sick of the age difference he always throws around. you know he just uses it to rile you up but it still irritates you. he says it as if you're not a grown woman in college with soaring grades. you're perfectly capable of making your own decisions, controlling your emotions yet he acts like you're nothing but a deprived little pest.

“don’t pretend like you weren’t acting like some lovey dovey boyfriend wannabe a few months ago, but then everything changed when i asked you to meet some friends. and you ran away, like a coward.”

he rolls his eyes, walking over to his drawer and taking out a cigarette pack with that lighter you got him on some shopping whim. “why would i want to hang out with people decades younger than me?” he cups his hands to the flame, lighting the cig up before putting it to his lips and taking a long drag.

“because they’re my friends! and—”

“and nothing.” he finishes for you. “i don’t want to meet your friends nor do i want to go on dates or have boring friday night dinners with your parents. i don’t need you showing me off.” he exhales, the smoke swirling up in the air.

“i wasn’t trying to show you off! i was trying to—”

“that’s exactly what you were doing.” he leans against the drawer, staring at you like he’s got it all figured out. “always wanting to take selfies together, wanting to post me on your insta feed, staring at me with that damn look in your eyes. it’s obvious what your intention was from the start.”

“you’re that dense you can’t understand those are normal—”

“you wanted to show everyone what you had won. who you were shagging and how lucky you were compared to them. i get it, we all know i’m a hunk but people finding out i’m sleeping with a damn college student is the last thing on my bucket list.”

“you give yourself too much credit.” you take a step back, towards the door. this conversation is going nowhere. you weren’t trying to show him off. you just wanted a normal relationship but you should’ve known it was pointless. albeit, maybe a tiny part of the reason you wanted to sleep with him in the first place was because of his looks. because you knew telling the girls about it would have them envious but you didn’t even spill the details of that night to anyone. you knew it’d only make things awkward with megumi, possibly even ruin the friendship. no, definitely ruin it.

and you wouldn’t be surprised. you’re his best friend yet here you are, covered in hickeys and marks by his own father while he’s out there buying you a bandaid for a cut that’s already dried up. you don’t deserve him.

“do i?” he smirks. “anyways, this doesn’t need a label. the sex outsells any of that dull shit we would’ve gotten in a trapped relationship. don’t you think so?”

you clench your jaw, who does he think you are? after everything that’s happened tonight, as if you’ll ever go back into bed with him again. “whatever." you say, trying not to let your voice crack. "i don't need you." you go to walk out. take a quick shower and put some makeup on in the guest room megumi reserved for you before he comes back and throws that damn party. "i can have anyone i want."

"good to know, princess." he nods, walking to the doorway of his bathroom. "so, same time tomorrow?"

"in your dreams." you huff, storming out and walking into the guest room.

"in my dreams, indeed." you hear him call out before you slam the door.

asshole.

#jjk toji #toji x you #toji x y/n #toji x reader #toji fushiguro #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fic #toji fic #toji fanfic #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro smut #toji smut #toji angst #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #fushiguro megumi #megumi #i copied & pasted this so if there’s mistakes sorry😒 tumblr has me so annoyed #tumblr messed up & there’s huge spaces inbetween the paragraphs my apologizes

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hamzahsslut · 11 days

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could you write a fic where hamzah finds out the reader is pregnant also i love your writing

Thank you bb and here!

a/m - not proof read and written in a moving bus so bare with me if there's some mistakes😋😋

----sfw-----

“Oh my god.”

“What does it say?” Mandy says

“I- I'm pregnant?” You look over at her, in shock that this could happen, you used protection?

“What the fuck am I gonna tell hamzah?”

“Y/n chill, Hamzah has always said he wanted a kid and recently about how he wanted one with you so! What's the problem?” Your friend reassures.

This is bad. You haven't been dating Hamzah for that long, you guys had only bee living together for a year now, this is not how you had planned your life out. You can't help but feel scared about what your boyfriend might say, what if he's mad … or doesnt want a baby with you.

Mandy sees you panicking and quickly pulls you into a hug.

“It's okay!” How are you feeling about this though? Forget about Hamzah for now.”

You hesitate, picking up the pregnancy test once more to make sure you're not tripping. Tears start forming In your eyes, the shock has been so big you didn't even think properly.

“I'm gonna be a mum!” You squeak, this has been your dream to have a baby and you can't believe it's happening so soon! You and your best celebrate for a while, both sobbing in this tiny bathroom stall.

After a few more tests, you realise this isn't a joke. It's been a few days now and you still haven't told Hamzah about this yet. You just don't know what to think, this wasn't planned. You're happy about it, you've never been happier, but the pit in your stomach is makimg you feel sick about Hamzah. You have to tell him, you just.. need time.

“Baby?” Taking of which, your boyfriend comes up to you wrapping his arms around your waist. “I miss you!”

“I went away for 5 minutes silly” you giggle, kissing your boyfriend.

You're both currently at Martin and Mandy's engagement party. Mandy ia still the only one who knows about your baby, she said she'd respect your privacy and not tell Martin until you want to, but first you need to tell Hamzah first.

“Do you want a drink?” Hamzah asks, kissing your temple.

“Nah I'm not drinking tonight, you get one though!” You reply, involuntarily putting your hand on your stomach. “I'm gonna go I think, tell Mandy I'll call her!”

“What, are you okay? Do you want me to come with you?”

“Nonono you should stay, for Martin, and Mandy too.” You give him a quick kiss. “I'll see you at home!”

It's not that you're avoiding Hamzah, you're just scared. You want to find the perfect way to tell him, and if you accidentally blurt it out it won't be special. Besides, your best friends engagement party is NOT the place to let him know, this is their night and you want them to be the center of attention.

After a few hours, you decided to tell Hamzah tonight. You can't run away from this, you have to tell him eventually, you might as well do it now.

The plan is to plant the pregnancy test in his bedside drawer. He always gets his glasses from there at night so you know for a fact he'll reach for his glasses but find the test instead. Youre inpantient, shifting in your seat waiting for Hamzah to get home.

After what feels like hours, you finally hear the keys jiggling at the door. You let our a squeak before sitting back onto the headboard, staring at the door, waiting for Hamzah to appear. Which he does. Your heart feels like it's going a million miles per hour.

“You okay baby?” He comes up to the foot of the bed, giving you a quick kiss on the forehead before placing his keys down onto the dresser.

“I'm okay, get ready quick and come to bed” you smile, you feel like you're gonna puke but you hide it pretty well.

“Hm? So eager” he says, getting out of his clothes.

“HURRRYYYY” you say loudly, throwing a pillow at him to hurry up.

After a few minutes he finally gets to bed, you look at him waiting for him to get his glasses but he doesnt.

“Aren't you missing something?”

“W- what?” He says looking down, “you're acting so weird Y/n” he laughs. “Are you sure you didn't sneak a few drinks in tonight?” he leans in, running your shoulder.

“Hamzah.” You whisper, “I can't drink”

“Why baby? Sure you can!”

You roll your eyes at his obliviousness. “Look in your drawer Hamzah.”

He takes a few seconds, looking at you before leaning over and opening the drawer. “ What am I look for I-” he pauses and it feels like so did your heart.

He slowly pulls out the test, shifting his eyes from you to the test.

“Is this?” He questions and you nod, tears forming behind your eyes.

“Oh baby” he sighs, leaning closer to you and embracing you into a hug.

“How long have you known?” He asks, still looking at the test behind your back.

“A few days.” You reply. “I didn't know how you would react”

“Are you kidding me?” He leans back from the hug, giving you a long, deep kiss. “I'm so happy”

You can see tears forming behind his own eyes.

“I'm gonna be a dad?” He cries and you nod before giving him another kiss, holding his head in between your hands.

“We're gonna be parents!” He cheers.

You look down at your stomach, you can't believe you're gonna have your own little family with the love of your life. Hamzah places his hand onto your stomach.

“We're gonna have so much fun little one.” He talks to your stomach.

“Baby, I don't think they can hear us yet, he's like the size of a bean or something”, you laugh.

“But wait” hamzah sits up. “How are you feeling about it though?”

“I'm happy Hamzah, and I'm happy you're happy!” You smile.

“I love you so much” he pecks your lips, “and our baby.”

“I love you too.”

#hamzahthefantastic #slushynoobz #hamzah x reader #hamzahthefantastic x reader #hamzahthefantastic x you #hamzah x y/n #hamzah

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aspiringsophrosyne · 10 months

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Leitmotifs in Across The Spiderverse.

Let's talk about how the music of Across The Spiderverse tells us more than what might be obvious. Spoilers for both movies from here on out: you've been warned.

EDIT: added in one more very important instance.

For those who don't know or need a reminder, a leitmotif is a musical signature associated with a character, an idea, a situation, or some or all of those things together. And for the first Spiderverse movie, Daniel Pemberton made excellent use of at least two big ones.

To see what I mean, check out this video. If you haven't already. It highlights how music helped tell the story of Into The Spiderverse.

While this video exclusively covers the leitmotifs in the soundtrack of ITSV, once you know what they sound like, you can hear their inclusion in ATSV.

For instance, Miles' personal leitmotif (that ties together the themes that makeup Miles-as-a-person's journey) shows up both times he attempts to tell his mother that he's Spider-Man.

But the Spider-Person theme, in particular, is all over the place in ATSV. This is fitting, considering it features so many Spideys. Not only is it front and center in Peter B.'s theme and is hiding out in Gwen's, Pavitr's, and Hobie's themes, it demonstrates how Miles-as-Spider-Man has developed between movies: playing throughout My Name is Miles Morales. It's one of the first things we hear when we see the young hero again.

This is an evolution from before, as for most of the first film, the Spider-Person motif plays incessantly for the other Spiders but sparingly for Miles. Whenever it was used for him, it was to show he'd reached a new station in his learning and growth. It plays for him when he first thwips away from Doc Ock and intertwines with his personal theme during his leap of faith to show that he's finally become Spider-Man.

So to have multiple iterations of the Spider-Person leitmotif jammed into the song that plays when we first see Miles again shows how much he's grown.

However....the other places it plays in the movie can give us clues about the nature of the conflict between Miguel's Spider Society and the newly formed Spider-Band. To illustrate this, I want to talk about three specific moments where it's prominent in the soundtrack.

During Nueva York Train Chase, Miguel busts out of the train like a horror movie monster and calls after the younger Spider: "Who do you think you are? Really!?"

Miles answers: "My name...is Miles Morales. I was bitten by a radioactive spider. I'm pretty sure you know the rest, jerk!" He then proceeds to drop, kick Miguel in the face, and then nail him with a ball of webbing.

This is around 2:05 of Nueva York Train Chase on the official ATSV soundtrack by Daniel Pemberton. What do we hear after Miles declares this and then (temporarily) eludes 2099?

The Spider-Person leitmotif.

It's not much later that we hear it again. When? At about 2:25 in the track The Go Home Machine. When Margo Kess, Spider-Byte, decides not to interfere with the titular machine and keep Miles in Nueva York.

This moment is critical. Miguel is trying to stop Miles. Even if the machine doesn't take him home, it gets Miles out of the older Spider's clutches and gives him a chance. And when he gets away, what plays? The Spider-Person leitmotif. The music tells us that at this moment, in trying to escape and save his father and not halting his escape, Miles and Margo are acting like Spider-People.

The music is on Miles' side. The music tells us that Miles is acting like Spider-Man by resisting the Spider-Society. He's doing the right thing.

And on top of that, what do we hear after 2:35 of Start a Band? The moment where Peter B. looks outside and sees Gwen waiting for him? The Spider-Person leitmotif. It tells us that in taking Hobie's watch and gathering her band together, Gwen's acting like Spider-Woman.

It then plays over and over again until the credits role. The music is telling us that the Spider-Band's mission marks them as Spider-People. They are living up to the title. They are doing the right thing.

I don't think the music is the only thing in the movie that points the audience to that conclusion. There's also a lot of subtext, meta, and suspiciously little information about how Cannon Events and the multiverse generally work. But this is one of the simplest ways the movie tells us that Miles and the Spider-Band are in the right.

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spenglersglasses · 4 days

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❤️‍🔥🎙️SINNERS REJOICE!!!! 🎙️❤️‍🔥

⚠️ FLASH WARNING ⚠️

Here is the next installment of our beloved Radio demon and his Princess of Hell….

A few disclaimers/reminders before we begin!

While I know it is canon that Alastor is asexual, in this fic he has a rare sexual attraction that develops for a certain someone in particular and is NOT aromatic. If this is something that bothers you or if you are not a fan of the Alastor/Charlie ship (Charlastor/RadioBelle) then this is not one for you my fellow smut enjoyers.

If you aren't bothered then be prepared, this will be a wild ride!

Also, when Alastor has moments of "glitching" or that infamous radio cracking to his voice, his speech will look like this (Ĝ͎͍͓͌͠l̡̟̩͍̐̐̕͞ì͓̞̗̜̇̿͝ẗ̼c̬̮̹̔̒́h͚͇́̓ ̙͕̮̣̎͑͛̚s̟͇̽͞p̫͉͆̈e̡͇͉͐̑̊e̻͞c͙͇̆̏h̺̗̭̙̑̓̄͝), I will be making a note of what is being said, so those who have a harder time can understand it, but I thought it was an awesome effect lol.

Anyways here we go for chapter 2!!!!

*Special shoutout to @animatedglittergraphics-n-more for the GLITCH dividers!

Now without further ado!

D̢͙̯̦̙͎̎̽̇̔̾͊̿̚͜͟A̜̱̫̭̽̌̔̄R̫̬͊̈̊͜Ļ̮̗̲̤͎̙̅͒̿͒̿͊͡Í̱̮͑́͢͜͠N͔̗̘͈̲̤̳̉̅̉̀͗̔͠͝ͅG̢̻̱͐́̆͜͠ (Hazbin Hotel)

When Alastor made a deal with Charlie Morningstar, he knew it was a chance for him to ascend the ranks. Now that it's been weeks since the events of the extermination battle, Alastor decides it's time to collect…what he didn't expect was to slowly fall for the Princess of Hell. But hey, a deal's, a deal.

Chapter 2: Back On the Air

Also available HERE on AO3. Haven't started yet? Beginning HERE on AO3!

Eventually will be NSFW below the cut!!

Deep in the Pride ring, the music was blasting. Club Hell 666 was popping, neon lights flashing and packed with demons, whose thirst for all that's debaucherous was at an all-time high. Vaggie had been zoning in and out at the table. Her eyes, fixed on the blinking “Powder your nose” sign. Her thoughts, miles away from their celebrations.

Angel, Husk, and Cherri Bomb doing their best to enjoy the night out. They had all taken a moment before that first taste of liquor to pay their respects to Sir Pentious. Even Cherri was unable to hold back the emotion. As the night went on, things had begun to be less somber.

The group was enjoying the night out, with the exception of Vaggie who still seemed unable to shake things off. She just stared off, the reflection of the sign burning a permanent image in her eyes as things went on around her. Her attention only grabbed when she saw Angel pull a bag of dope from what seemed like nowhere. Hoping to do a few lines with Cherri at the table. Vaggie, unable to help herself from shooting him a look of disapproval.

“Listen, I said I would behave—never said I’d be a saint.” Angel huffed, both he and Cherri ready to party the night away.

“You sure didn’t bitch.” Cherry Bomb laughed, playfully punching Angel’s shoulder before doing a line herself. Husk rolled his eyes, turning away when he got a good look at Vaggie. Letting out a sigh as he mustered up the will to ask her about how she was feeling. He could read the best of them, and it had been clear to him for some time that the fallen angel had a lot on her mind.

“What's got you all down in the mouth?” Husk inquired. Vaggie shrugged, acting nonchalant. The old cat knew better, shooting closer to her in his chair so they could hear one another a little easier. “Now you know I ain’t buyin’ that bullshit.”

“Hmph…” Vaggie groaned. Damn bastard always knew too much. “It’s Charlie.” she confessed, after all there was not much use in trying to keep things from Husk. It was only a matter of time before he’d have teased it out himself.

“Ah—figured it might be.” he sighed, relaxing back more into his chair. “You know, we’ve all been through a lot these last few weeks. Give her some time.” he assured her. Vaggie smiled back at him, taking in a deep breath and exhaling hard. Hoping to let go, even if it was just for the night.

“You’re right…just I feel like things have been different between us… even before all the stuff with the hotel and Heaven. Just seems like it all exacerbated it.” Vaggie explained, Husk nodding his head.

“Welp, thing is…” he began. Vaggie looking over to him expecting to receive more comforting or reassuring advice. “Sometimes people change… ain’t much we can do about it. All you need to do is be you. If it’s meant to be, she'll come around.” he reasoned. It was hard to hear it, but Vaggie knew it made a lot of sense. So much had happened between them and there was no going back to how things once were, no matter how hard she might try.

“Will you two stop yapping and live a little!” Angel yelled across the table. Vaggie, smiling over to Husk who sent her back a wink.

“Why the Hell not!” she cheered, raising her glass and deciding to enjoy herself. Her troubles could wait until morning.

Charlie’s pacing had all but burned a hole in the rug. Back and forth she transverse the lobby. Charlie’s mind spinning with thoughts of Alastor. What was he up to? Why the special broadcast?

It was still early in the day and Charlie was alone downstairs. Everyone else seemed to be dead asleep. The gang, having all been out into the late-night hours. Not that Charlie had a clue when they had actually come home. Only sign that they’d returned was Angel’s harness thrown haphazardly in the entryway.

Charlie was exhausted and had once again not even bothered to return to her room. Instead, it had been another night of sleeping in the parlor. Charlie was beginning to wonder if she was subconsciously trying to widen the distance that had been growing between her and Vaggie. Had anyone else noticed?

While she absolutely still loved her, things between them just weren't the same. Though Charlie couldn’t pinpoint exactly when it happened–it did. She was no longer “in love” with Vaggie. Her heart had changed. Though it both frightened and pained her to think it, her feelings had moved on to another. Someone who no one would have guessed and that she’d never truly have.

It was a cruel twist of fate. Falling out of love with Vaggie, who had been so loyal and true. Despite all they had been through together Vaggie was always by her side. Why now would she be falling hard and fast in love with the radio demon? She wondered if something in her knew it was happening from that first moment, when he stood in the doorway. Offering up his services to her and the hotel.

His eyes, his smile—had sent shockwaves through her. Of course, he was being dapper and charming Charlie, that's his schtick, she thought to herself. Wondering if that could really have been enough to win her over? No, it had to have been more than that. There was a vulnerability there. Deep down Alastor had a heart too. His commitment to Charlie and the hotel—to helping all the others. That had proven it—hadn’t it?

“Argh…” Charlie huffed, dropping back down on the sofa. So flustered and head aching. Her hands, coming to rub at her temples. Unable to shake the thoughts of him from her mind when she felt that someone else was nearby. Then feeling the pressure of a small foot across the toe of her shoe.

“Ope! My bad.” Niffty said, scurrying over Charlie’s foot before incessantly scrubbing down the table. Charlie smiled, Niffty was such a big help, it was nice having her around. She had been the only one who stayed home last night–with the exception of Charlie and Alastor.

“It’s alright.” Charlie chuckled, watching the vivacious little demoness in her duties.

“Thinking about Alastor again?” she asked, seemingly out of the blue. Charlie’s heart felt like it had stopped mid-pump within her chest. She couldn't believe it.

“What are you talking about?” she asked, hoping to laugh it off. Niffty stared blankly at her, as if she was confused at why Charlie would ask.

“Because you have a crush on him. I don’t blame you…he’s such a bad boy!” she smiled, continuing her work as if it was nothing. Charlie felt the heat hit her cheeks. How did she know? Did anyone else know?

“Ha ha… you had me going there. Hey why don’t you check out room 237. I hear there is an issue with the bathtub again.” Charlie suggested, trying her best to hide her embarrassment, when she heard the telltale sound of footfalls on the stairs.

“Just fixed it again this morning. Good thing I like to stay on top of things.” Alastor mused from the staircase. Approaching the two of them, all while dandily twirling his cane. Even though Charlie had just spent the last few minutes adamantly denying it, her heart once again began pounding away at the sight of him.

Come on Charlie… hold it together, she said to herself. Alastor came to sit down beside her on the sofa. Using his cane to tap Niffty’s busy little hand, causing her to stop and look over at him. Niffty, blinking her one eye and smiling up at him as he patted the top of her head.

“Listen my little sprite, why don’t you run along. I have some important matters to discuss with our princess.” Alastor suggested. Niffty nodding and running off like mad up the stairs with his request. Charlie wondered what the relationship between the two of them was, though she dare not ask.

“Everything alright?” Charlie asked, grooming her ponytail with clammy hands. Alastor was unsure what to make of her nervous disposition. Did she somehow know what he was about to say?

“My dear you seem so discontent… whatever is the matter?” he asked her. Charlie smiled, her lip quivering a bit. She didn’t want him of all people to know what she was really thinking—feeling.

“Just excited for the broadcast today!” Charlie cheered, thrusting her fist in the air. Hoping the fanfare would be enough to help move the conversation along.

“Ah, yes. Well now that you mention it, I wanted to talk to you about it. You see our scheduled programming very much involves you my dear.” Alastor explained. Charlie’s eyes widening, her head tilting to the side–completely confused.

“Me?” she asked, raising her brows at him.

“Of course… Who else?” he laughed, just before lifting off the sofa. Walking towards the fireplace. Flames, crackling and popping as Alastor stood before it. HIs infamous smile, glinting in the light as he placed his hands behind his back.

“Al, what are you ta-talking about? What–what are you asking me?” Charlie stuttered. Alastor spun around and bent down to meet with her eyes. The green light of his power illuminated him as he reached out his hand. Waiting for Charlie to take it.

“It’s time to pay the pied piper…” He explained, “...we had a deal Charlie and I͙̭͛̚'̙͔̦̭͖̆͊̅̎͡M̗̼̪̙̓̒͗͊̀͟ ̨̦̝͕̥͎̐̆̍̐̄̈́͘͢Ň̡̼̔̇͢O̺̍T ̥̱̮̮̫̐́̇̇͌͆͘͟ͅA̻͔̎̑Ş̪̙͕̮̂̅̏̉̃̅͢K̺̩̩͂͐͡I̺̙̗̲̖̯̊́̏͒͗͂͜͡N͔̳̲̮͕͙̩͊̊́͌͊̔͡G͈̫͉̥̲̳̫̔̾̑͒̐̽͘.” Alastor cracked, dials spinning and his voice thicker and more intense than usual. Charlie felt icy running through her veins. Both frightened and intrigued by him though Alastor quickly returned to normal before speaking again as he continued. “Well, I suppose, technically I am asking… for your hand. Your hand in marriage.” the radio demon crooned.

“Marriage?” was all Charlie could say, staring down at his hand. Feeling like the breath was stolen from within her lungs. “Al, you can’t be serious?” she asked. Wondering to herself if this was some cosmic joke. That while her feelings for him had only grown deeper, she’d be subject to his proposal for nothing but political gain. Alastor having felt nothing for her but as a means to an end.

“Oh, but I am. Quite as a matter of fact. You marry me and together we become the talk of the town. Alastor and Charlie Morningstar. Princess—and Prince of Hell.”

“What about?” Charlie began, her heart leading before her head could remind her to keep quiet.

“About what dear…” he asked, waiting impatiently for her to continue, “...go on now, spit it out.”

“About love?”

“Who said anything about love? Love has nothing to do with this. Remember Charlie…Y̱̺̓͞O̳̣̰̐̈́̈́͡ͅU̘̜͐͝ ̡̨͔͍͇̇̓̇̎͋O͇̭̥̫̒̚̚͡W̮̔È̺̞̜͙̍̀͌͟͠ ̙̜͈̮͚̃͌̀͘̚M̡̖̫̺͖͂͗͆̀͡Ȩ̨̛͉̤͚̰̐̆̀͋̑.” he hissed. Charlie swallowed back, reaching out her hand to take his. She had no choice. Alastor quickly grabbed onto her and shook. The deal was now satisfied, Charlie would be set to marry Alastor, or she’d lose her soul to him.

Alastor was thrilled. His plan, now set in motion and there was nothing the Princess or anyone else could do to stop it. Not even Lucifer himself. He would tell the whole of Hell about their nuptials during the broadcast and soon be in a position to take back his freedom. Though Charlie’s mention of love had him curious.

Did she love him? Who could ever love a thing like him? He was in the breaking and taking of dreams and souls. Nothing that Charlie was feeling would make him change his mind, would it?

As they’re eyes locked, Alastor’s face was still plastered with a smile. The room flooded over with his eerie essence, the thoughts bubbling up in his mind still at a low simmer. HIs shadow began laughing as it traveled the walls, veve appearing all around them–glowing hot and red. Charlie’s eyes filled with tears. The warm liquid, streaming down her face as she realized what she had done. In helping save her people she may have gone and damned them to a worse fate.

“Damn, must’ve taken it a bit far last night.” Vaggie groaned, rolling over in bed. Her head pounding from the ferocity of her hangover. All she could remember was the pep talk from Husk and powering back shot after shot as Angel and Cherri egged her on. She decided she’d try to get away with lying in bed all day. That was until she felt the weight of an arm slinging over her shoulder.

“Good morning sweet thing.” Sev whispered in her ear. His tail swayed softly as a big cheshire cat-like grin spread across his face. He was clearly satisfied with the events of the previous night. Vaggie felt sick to her stomach. Suddenly her memories came rushing back.

They had run into Sev and his sister Trix at the club. Vaggie doing her best to keep a positive rapport, asked them to join the group. After what could only be described as a gluttonous amount of drinking and partying, she remembered them all returning to the hotel. They had staggered in at almost 3 am.

On the way through the lobby, Vaggie caught sight of Charlie passed out on the sofa. How beautiful she looked when she was sleeping. How content, Vaggie thought, she was without her around. Vaggie’s emotions, running even higher now with the complication of her inebriated state. She allowed them to get the better of her. Angry at Charlie for having given up on them, she had decided she’d had enough. Following Sev, Husk, and Angel upstairs as the anger continued brewing inside her heart.

She remembered walking down the hall, still seething with pain and anger when she began to notice that Angel had been hanging off Husk’s arm. Hearts, practically dancing in his eyes as the two of them made their way to Angel’s room. She was upset—jealous even. Here Husk and Angel were, finally letting the obvious sexual tension between them flourish, and she was left out in the cold. Alone on yet another night while her so-called girlfriend avoided her.

What did you expect? That she’d wait up all night for you to come home and welcome you back with open arms? She thought to herself. She stopped just at her door, staring a moment at the handle before she took a moment to glance down the hall. Watching as Sev went to unlock the door to his room. Sev happened to see her watching, waving a moment before sensing something was off.

He approached her, wanting to say good night when Vaggie grabbed onto his arm. Pulling him towards her. Needy eyes painfully staring into his. The two strangers who desperately wanted to feel, leaning into one another.

Before she knew it, Vaggie had invited him inside. Allowing him to share her bed. The night spent tangled up in each other's limbs. It was something she would have never done, or even considered, when sober.

That was it. She remembered it all. Feeling the heavy weight of regret when Sev brushed back a bit of her hair from her face. Pulling Vaggie from her thoughts and forcing her to face the present situation.

“You, ok?” he asked her, clearly having guessed something was wrong from the look on her face. She was tearful, wincing even. Sev was beginning to feel as if maybe he’d crossed a line, but Vaggie had asked him in. He never forced anything. Still, he figured redemption would be off the table had he not at least tried to take responsibility. “Vaggie—I didn’t mean to—” he continued, Vaggie began curling up tight into a ball.

“It’s alright Sev… it’s not your fault. I just need you to go.” she sniffled back. Sev pulled Vaggie over to face him. The tears, now falling freely from her eyes.

“I’m sorry. For what it’s worth…” he continued, feeling awful about what had happened. He knew Charlie and Vaggie were in a relationship. Still, he had let his lustful desires get the best of him.

“Just go!” Vaggie yelled, unable to stop herself from sobbing. Sev did as he was asked. Quickly gathering up his things and heading out the door. Vaggie left alone to deal with the consequences of her actions. All she wanted to do was numb the pain. To stop all the hurt from this thing with Charlie. In doing so, she knew she had ruined everything.

As if things couldn’t get any worse there was a knock on her door. “I said go the fuck away Sev!” Vaggie yelled, forcing herself up out of bed to go scream at him. Angry that he didn’t seem to be getting the point. When she swung the door open, ready to throw hands, she was met face to face with Charlie.

Vaggie went pale, staring into Charlie’s doe eyes. Eyes that had clearly been crying themselves. This can’t be happening… not now , Vaggie thought to herself. Charlie took a moment to look down the hall. Noticing Sev disappearing into his room.

“Uh... Vaggie… why was Sev just leaving your room?” she asked. Vaggie held onto her head. Still wrapped in only a sheet from the events of the night before. Her hangover, having a tight grip as she tried to think of what to say.

“Charlie, I—I don’t know what to say.” Vaggie admitted. Charlie had come to tell her about what had happened with Alastor. To find solace in her girlfriend who at one time was also her best friend. As she saw Sev leaving Vaggie’s room, it was clear to Charlie what had happened, but she needed to hear it from Vaggie.

“Did you—did you sleep with him?” she asked, the look on Vaggie’s face confessing it all.

“It was an accident. I was just so upset about things between us… You’ve changed Charlie.” Vaggie cried, realizing how awful she sounded, only after the fact.

“Wrong answer!” Charlie hissed, turning around without shedding a tear. Angry at Vaggie’s betrayal, but even more so that she was to blame.

“That’s not…argh… Charlie I didn’t mean!” Vaggie said as she tried chasing Charlie down the hall.

“It’s over Vaggie. Stay or leave. I don't care, but it's over.” Charlie hissed. Running off as Vaggie stood there in silence.

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I͙̭͛̚'̙͔̦̭͖̆͊̅̎͡M̗̼̪̙̓̒͗͊̀͟ ̨̦̝͕̥͎̐̆̍̐̄̈́͘͢Ň̡̼̔̇͢O̺̍T ̥̱̮̮̫̐́̇̇͌͆͘͟ͅA̻͔̎̑Ş̪̙͕̮̂̅̏̉̃̅͢K̺̩̩͂͐͡I̺̙̗̲̖̯̊́̏͒͗͂͜͡N͔̳̲̮͕͙̩͊̊́͌͊̔͡G͈̫͉̥̲̳̫̔̾̑͒̐̽͘- I'm not asking.

Y̱̺̓͞O̳̣̰̐̈́̈́͡ͅU̘̜͐͝ ̡̨͔͍͇̇̓̇̎͋O͇̭̥̫̒̚̚͡W̮̔È̺̞̜͙̍̀͌͟͠ ̙̜͈̮͚̃͌̀͘̚M̡̖̫̺͖͂͗͆̀͡Ȩ̨̛͉̤͚̰̐̆̀͋̑- You owe me.

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yeetmetotheforbiddenwildwest · 7 months

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I've created an alternate universe in my head where Sam and Charlie are siblings, both 16-18 in the first movie, and instead of Sam having annoying parents and having to do the 3 A's thing and his dad buying it, they find the yellow Camaro in the same scrapyard as in the Bumblebee movie when Charlie goes to find parts for the corvette, and get it for free from the old guy as a birthday present for Charlie and/or Sam. Charlie is still a part-time mechanic and she knows about her brother's crush on her also-a-mechanic friend, Mikaela, who helps them with the Corvette. That night Bumblebee drives off, causing Sam to think their new car is being stolen so he get's his sister up and they grab their bikes and chase after him, arriving in the junkyard where they both are arrested.

Their Mom, Sally (yes I changed their parents) is a nurse and was working the night shift when she had to go pick them up from the station. Morning comes, and Sam and Charlie go to eat breakfast and find their new car that was stolen in their driveway and freak out, grabbing their dog(haven't decided if it's Conan, or Mojo; it might be a completely different dog) , and Sam calls his friend Miles.

Charlie decided she wants to go investigate, especially after what they saw last night. Sam agrees, so the two of them grab their bikes and get out of the house but the car(Bee) starts following them.

They drive past the Burger King, Sam flips his bike, but gets up. Mikaela asks if he's okay and he says he thinks he's going crazy before leaving to catch up with his sister. Mikaela tells her friends she'll see them later and follows Sam to find out what's going on. Cue Sam meeting Barricade and running into Mikaela just like the movie.

Meanwhile, Charlie finds the Camaro which then transforms in front of her. This is when she finds out Bee is a transformer. Bee transforms to his alt-mode, she gets in and they go to find Sam. Sam and Mikaela are being attacked by Barricade when they find them and Bumblebee screeches to a halt, the window rolls down, and Charlie immediately tells them both to get in.

Basically the same thing happens next, Sam tells Mikaela the '50 years from now' thing to convince her to go with them. She does and they meet the other bots. After this they go home to get the glasses and basically the same thing happens but Charlie's there too.

Do with this information what you will.

#transformers bayverse #bumblebee #charlie watson #sam witwicky #mikaela banes #transformers #transformers 2007

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creationofacentury · 8 months

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A Scar/Grian/Mumbo one-shot.

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Some might say Grian is...obsessed. Though of course Grian wouldn't agree, it's not like he's been spying on his best friend for the past five hours, no. He only has been spying for four.

It's always times like these that Scar would find him. He's wearing his Hotguy outfit and Grian, being so used to staying alert because of the sniping incidents these past few months, saw him coming from a mile away, and silently he pulls up his shield.

The arrow hit the shield with a resounding thunk! And Grian lowers it to sent a good glare at Scar, who is scowling playfully at Grian while pulling the bow once again. Decides not to play along, Grian puts away his shield and dodges purposefully, all the while fixing Scar with a challenging gaze, daring the self-proclaim hero to try again.

Scar's close enough now there's no sense in using a bow, and Scar's a smart man, he knows a losing game when he sees one. He lands somewhat gracefully beside Grian, which is rare, and the first thing Grian does is to hit him in the shoulder, which is not so rare.

"GoodTimeWithScar, haven't you learned your lesson?!"

"It's just a little bit of fun! Grian, I mean come on-"

"Killing Bdubs' horse on accident wasn't good enough was it?"

Scar looks like he might have some things to say but decides against it. Probably something clever, so it's for the best.

Grian narrows his eyes at Scar, but then turns back to watch Mumbo work. In the distance, said hermit is knee-deep in his chest, ruffling through mountains of shulkers, redstone dust clinging to his suit.

The two of them sit quietly together on the one roof top of his boulder buildings, neither of them feel obliged to say anything.

After a while, Grian realizes Scar's awfully silent today. To be honest, watching Mumbo works is not a very exciting task, so his mind is often somewhere else when he watches. Now with Scar sitting besides him so quietly, he can't help but think about how the silence is a bit overbearing.

"Scar?"

"Yes, Grian?"

"What do you need?"

There's a slight flinch when Scar hears that. Grian frowns, not sure what triggered it.

"I came here to hang out, of course." His tone's light but forced.

"Oh, okay."

There's an uncomfortable silence sitting between them, which is funny because they are sitting only one feet apart, and it's not supposed to be big enough for it to be so heavy.

"Why do I have to have specific purposes to be here?"

The question makes Grian's brain stops for a second. The timing of the sentence is off by a hundred miles, and Grian wonders what prevented Scar from following their previous conversation immediately with it, because after the long pause, it just sounds like...

"Scar, I didn't mean you're not welcome!"

"I know, I know, I'm just...never mind, it's my head, they do these things you know..."

Just like that, Scar shrugs it off. In all honesty, Grian is glad Scar decided to brush it off like that, because if he didn't, Grian wouldn't know what to reply. The way Scar alway has an eye on him, or when his entire person would light up at the sight of Grian showing up...Grian hopes, desperately, that these are all his imagination's doings, but with each passing days, it becomes less and less possible.

Scar is still sitting quietly beside him. Eyes trains on Mumbo, he tells Grian, tone oddly cheerful, "He's a such a wizard, isn't he? Contraptions, circuits, he could produce basically everything a person could ever dream of having. Man, he has everything."

Grian's heart gives a hard throb. It sounds so loud in his ears, he stills for a second, afraid Scar would hear it.

"I should head back. I have been putting off the work in Scarland, because it's just so infuriating, you know? The creepers, the eggs that I'm still finding in the weirdest places... But, well, I guess I should push through. Seeing how hard Mumbo's grinding."

"Stay for dinner?"

Scar chuckles, sounding confused. "I will pass today. I have to feed Jellie."

He takes out his rockets, "Goodbye Grian, have a good day!" and just like that he flies away.

Grian's already missing Scar. Shaking his head, he turns back to Mumbo's direction. Mumbo re-emerges from his chests and walks across the bridge, into Grian's base. Something's likely going to lag out of Grian's possession.

Grian smiles as he hops down the roof quietly, ready to scare Mumbo out of his wit.

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Notes: I'm very sleep deprived and this was supposed to be a Scar-heart-Grian-but-Grian-heart-Mumbo-more-than-he-heart-Scar kind of one-shot, but I probably failed. Feel free to tell me what you think about this one-shot :p

This one-shot is about their MC personas, not actual people.

#hermitcraft fanfic #grian #desert duo #gtwscar #mumbo jumbo #hermitcraft #scarian

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opashoo · 7 months

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I am also definitely doing OCtober again this year because it was a blast to do last year, though I won't be numbering them by days so that I don't feel pressured to do one per day.

I'm also super proud of that last drawing, it's the first completed drawing I've made in over a month, and I think I needed that. Much thanks to one of my friensd who helped me overcome a huge stumbling block early in redesigning Shou's outfit colors, because I might have fizzled out there.

This is also Shou's second redesign! More on that below the break.

I am much happier with this design, and it really goes miles to helping diversify my portfolia of scalie heads. This latest redesign actually happened several months ago. One of the big reasons I haven't drawn Shou since is because it's hard and I struggle sometimes, but man, I feel like I finally nailed the angle for this latest drawing.

I first made Shou as a character for a friend's DnD one-shot, and I decided to keep them around. For reference, these are Shou's first and second designs (They never had color until the first redesign.)

After a while (and playing Divinity 2: Original Sin, which has amazing lizards) I wanted to angle for something less conventionally furry than what I usually do, more snake-like in proportions, a little closer to Divinity's female lizards, who have delightfully nonconventional humanoid shapes.

At the time I was also playing TotK and am absolutely in love with the ember outfit (not the headdress) and wanted to give Shou a similar outfit.

In the end I decided to settle for something closer to Du Yaoye's outfit from Arknights

Then, for OCtober I decided that my first drawing would be a redraw of that sketch on the right! And now we're here. Shou is the only character that I have ever redesigned so extensively. (I have also unintentionally made them bustier with each iteration but oh well) That's the history of Shou thanks for listening!

(Link to that last drawing just in case)

#shark rambles #shou #OCtober #my sketches #Amelieverse #kobold

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zlebooks · 2 years

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𓂃 childe + hopeless romantic .

childe is the definition of badly written romcom movies and strawberry filled donuts.

childe can be stupid when in love.

once, he almost fell to his death in an attempt to enter your room through your window.

it happened on a friday night; you had been too busy to spend time with him as usual, so he ended up watching a romantic movie, confined in his own home.

the movie, filmed way back during 2000's, showed a lot of ways to profess your love in the most dangerous ways followed by the consequences that might come with it (read: the film's title was literally 'crazy in love'). childe, however, seemed to miss the entire movie's message as the first thing came into his mind was to climb your window in the middle of the night.

he did it to reenact the scene wherein the male lead tries to apologize to his love interest, and your boyfriend thought about how romantic it would be when you see him declaring his love for you outside your window. but after you opened your blinds and started scolding him (although you made sure he was safely situated in your room before doing so), he had rejected the idea of telling you that he wanted to be a romantic for once.

(he's known you long enough to the point he knew you were going to say— "thinking that a burglar is breaking into my home is the least romantic thing ever.")

(so, he just settled for telling you he can't find the second key you placed under your mat.)

on the day Childe decided to use your front door, you went home from work just to see your kitchen being repainted. however, it doesn't take you long enough to realize that there was no carpenter to repaint your kitchen white; it had just been childe and a new addition to his baking failure series.

(you glare at the stupid ginger holding an almost empty sack of flour.)

you weren't able to stay mad at your boyfriend for long though; he confesses that the supposed cake was for the celebration of your promotion.

(you glare at him once again, this time not so serious anymore as you chant in your head: such a stupid stupid stupid ginger for being damn cute)

despite childe flying to different places due to the nature of his work (read: he is a professional volleyball player), he had always acted similarly to the first time he flew miles away from you.

after waking up from your uncomfortable sleep (the bed was too spacious for a single person), you wake up to 30 messages on your phone from your athlete boyfriend.

you half panic as this happened before.

(it was during one of his away games wherein he spammed your phone with messages varying from 'babe i don't think i can do this without you cheering me on' to 'babe do you think if i ditched this game, i'd still have a career as a professional athlete?'

the memory was extremely fresh in your mind; you haven't completely forgotten how you frantically replied to each of his messages.)

so as you open your messaging app, preparing for the worst, your heart only warms at the texts displayed on your phone.

(the first message he sent read: 30 reasons why i love you.)

the day that he asked you to move in with him in a much bigger home, you had almost died from a heart attack.

childe, being the extra manchild (no pun intended) he was, dropped in front of you on one knee, holding up a box of jewelry in front of you.

and as you were about to reason out with him that it was too early (it's been 10 months since you two dated), and it was a bad time as you two were busy with your own careers, he asks you a shocking question of: "would you make me the happiest man on earth by moving in with me?"

confused, you take a second glance at the box which now presents a key which you could have sworn that a diamond ring was in its place just seconds ago.

(from then on, childe never fails to bring it up at parties as an icebreaker in front of literal strangers to tease you.

you tease him back by telling the story of how he almost peed his pants on your second date.)

so, with these occurrences that wouldn't be deemed normal in other relationships, you kind of expected something big on your third year anniversary.

(and he did not leave you dissatisfied.)

childe can be stupid when in love, although 'hopeless romantic' would be a better term for it. at least, that's what he thinks as he looks at the bouquet of roses he purchased just now.

he snickers imagining your reaction when he tells you how his love will last as long as the roses in his hands— oh how he'd love to see the look of confusion on your face when he says that.

(because duh, everyone would think the same. if his affections were symbolized by these flowers, wouldn't that make his feelings for you narrow? and the roses would die eventually, no matter how much you take care of them.)

so as he starts walking to your shared home, he thinks; how long will it take for you to realize that the flowers are fake?

♥︎ please do not repost or translate without my permission . reblogs are heavily appreciated!

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin oneshots #genshin smau #genshin fluff #genshin angst #genshin childe #childe x reader #childe imagines #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia imagines #childe angst #childe fluff

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3D.

Alrighty tighty i'm finally home and i can finally make my post peacefully, i didn't want to just dive into it earlier since i was busy, not at home and it might've been a bunch of bullshit (not saying this might be perfect either but you get me)

So after the release of 3D there was a lot of opinions, very divided opinions, i gave my opinion as well, a very short post but hey don't blame me the release time was 5:00am for me lol. There was also a lot of policing.

Now i don't know if it's just me who hasn't seen that on the tl or are people completely misunderstanding some opinions. With that being said, everybody is entitled to their own opinion as much as YOU have an opinion another person has their own and YOU have no right to police them on their opinion and THEY have no right to police you on yours, as long as it stays respectful with those who deserve respect that is.

Before i start i would like to mention here @andy-wm 's post, very wise, very insightful, please do check it out :

It was very well written, nothing out of context, nothing shady and i didn't want to reblog and make the post even longer so instead i decided to make a separate post while referring to it.

Following up, and this is of course from here on my own opinion. I've seen some people call out others about "shading JK" and maybe IIIIII personally just didn't see those posts but if they're talking about the people who aren't comfortable with Jack's part then i don't know how is that shady towards JK? But again maybe this is just me missing the point of the posts because up until now i haven't seen anyone shade JK, the comments were more about Jack's part.

Again some people felt the need to invalidate people's feelings about Jack's part saying that "If they think Jack's part is bad that means they haven't listened to rap before" or "he's talking about himself he's not degrading women" or "People are not ready to accept JK the way he is because of a picture they painted of him, they're not ready to hear about him having sex" yada yada

First i would like to say that it's not about sex nor is it about JK. You mean to tell me i get JK singing about sex and the way he likes it? FUCK YEAH! TMI here but many of us are sex addicts and kinky af so saying that people are "criticizing" because of the sex is a bit.. too quick of a judgement.

Second thing this is exactly why people are saying that they prefer the alternate version better, it's still about sex but it's just JK without Jack's part. How is that not clear enough that the problem here is Jack?

"They must've never listened to rap before"

You do realize that BTS have a rap line right? Also, just because it's rap it doesn't mean i have to normalize some shit people rap about you know.. And maybe let's not generalize and speak about rappers putting them all in the same bubble, not all rappers rap about the same thing, a lot of rappers don't touch some subjects and stay miles away from them, and before you say again "the sex part" AGAIN it's NOT about the sex.

"He's talking about himself, calling himself a whore"

Okay here i have to agree and disagree. Yes he did call HIMSELF a whore but let's rewind back a bit "I'm on my Jungkook" so basically he is not talking about himself but he is talking about the him that is JK which also means that whatever he was singing about was a description of him being JK let's not forget about that.

Another thing would be that he didn't concretely call those women whores but it was heavily implied, sprinkles of misogyny here and there. Talking about women like they're a piece of meat, like they're something to get bored of, a hole to fuck and throw when it no longer satisfies you, having women lining up for you to use um..? Let's please not normalize this now shall we?

"People are not ready to accept that JK has sex"

Uhm, he's 26 years old? And i believe i myself and many bloggers here talked before about how he's not some virgin maiden of fucking course he's having sex. Yes some people still see him as the 13yo baby star candy (He's still baby star candy just not a literal baby) but many people already came to terms with the fact that he's fucking 26yo.

And those who are only talking about the sex reference in Seven to defend the fact that he's a grown up who has sex and can sing about having sex, i guess y'all are completely forgetting that the sex references didn't only start with Seven lol Need i remind you "Ramyeon meokgo gallae?" and just not to make the post longer than needed there were many instances where he openly talked about sexual stuff let's also not forget his mini concert with "Unholy".

The thing that bothers me with this whole situation is the policing about respectful opinions that not once were shady towards JK nor were they words meant about JK. Army all agreed that ON ft Sia was just not it and that was okay they had no problem hating Sia's part but now that some Army expressed their discomfort with Jack's part and said they prefer the version with JK only they are being cancelled left and right and called antis, how are they JK antis if they only like JK's part?

Another example i want to add is Abel. Remember when The Idol dropped many Army came for Jennie saying that she agreed to act in a show produced by Abel who disrespected women, made very misogynistic comments about them, sexist, yada yada. So exactly why wasn't that normalized? Why were Army calling out the misogyny back then but not now? Maybe if it was a BTS member who was acting in the show then Abel would've never been called out?

A little reminder again, some women are completely okay with misogyny actually, they think it's completely normal for women to be treated like objects and like men's property. Sorry but i personally don't think that way and many others don't think that way so if YOU think Jack degrading women like this is okay IIIIII don't have to think it's okay.

Again and again and again, we go back to the same conclusion that the whole problem here was never JK. Sue me but i love JK and whatever he does and that boy not ONE time said anything derogatory about women, heck boy even while singing about giving a massive orgasm he was asking for consent, so sexy of him!

In conclusion, i hope people can stop this whole unnecessary war about having different opinions. We're all here loving JK (not talking about actual antis and solos trying to shade him for breathing) but we don't all love Jack, we don't all love Jack's part and trust me if it turns out that the alternate version's streams will be counted/combined with the main version, a lot will only stream that one because again, they are free to like or dislike that man or the part he added to that song.

With that being said, STREAM 3D Y'ALL AND STOP WITH THE CHILDISH ARGUMENTS!!! STREAM STREAM STREAM!!! I shared the 3 playlists i use you can use them as well if you want to.

Salutation.

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3rd anni req 3: [HSR AU] dh, bailu / vidyadhara family

ao3 link

note: this was a fun little crossover! this is sorta like the trailblazer ik au, except she's just in her home universe? i liked this prompt, but as a heads up i probably won't do anymore full other-fandom-aus, since i want to focus on ik and the jtta cast

ik here was awakened at the same time as stelle, but instead of om coming into the picture later, but there's an implication in this one that she knew the characters before being 'woken up' by kafka. haven't developed proper lore for this, but in this case the devildom would be another planet/world in the hsr universe

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It’s odd, but Dan Heng feels relief when IK doesn’t seem to recognise Imbibitor Lunae.

Conveniently displaced just enough from everyone else to have missed all the action, she catches up just as they’re dispatching Jing Yuan for healing. Dan Heng steps back, suddenly self-conscious, and decides to let the rest of the Nameless do the talking.

He thinks at first that he might have gotten away with it - that he’s blended in with the other Xianzhou natives, and will be overlooked until Dan Heng (the archivist, the friend) can meet up with them on the Express. IK looks at him, shakes his hand, tells him it’s nice to meet him, then wanders off to have a look at the Ambrosial Arbor. She doesn’t even ask for his name.

More fool him for falling for it, he supposes.

While the Express is still parked by the Luofu, he doesn’t expect to go out much. He’d vowed long ago to never return to Xianzhou, and while his exile has been revoked, old habits die hard. That doesn’t mean he refuses to return at all, though, and so he hadn’t refused when Stelle asked him to accompany IK to the Alchemy Commission to visit Bailu.

Bailu’s been aboard the Express several times to hang out with its youngest passenger, and the kids have a habit of roping him into their games, so he thinks of it as more of the same. And he still doesn’t think anything’s up at first - he takes them around Aurum Alley, trades drinks with IK after Bailu successfully tricks her into trying mung bean soda, and doesn’t even question it when they abruptly suggest a change in location.

This is on me, he thinks, staring up at the statue of the High Elder with a mild grimace and a bitter taste in his mouth. Though that might be from the soda.

“...you’ve been planning this, haven’t you?” He asks.

IK gives him a look. “You’re only asking that now?”

“We took you all the way to Scalegorge Waterscape and you didn’t think anything was up?” adds Bailu.

He takes in the near-identical blend of stubborn seriousness on their faces, and can’t help but smile. He admits, “I wasn’t paying attention.”

“You’ve been like that for ages,” adds IK. “Like you’re a million miles away. I was getting worried.”

She starts ambling down to steps to the rest of the Waterscape, and Bailu tugs on the hem of his jacket until he follows. “Remember when we sealed the Ambrosial Arbor, and all those echoes kept talking to you? I was worried you’d never want to come back to the Luofu after that…”

He shakes his head silently. He can’t think of what to say in response.

IK keeps walking for a while, then starts, “I’ve been reading about that Dan Feng guy. There isn’t a lot about him in the archive. Did you delete it?”

“I didn’t feel the need to record much of it in the first place.”

“The Vidyadhara pages are all really detailed, though.”

He hums. Bailu trips over a wide crack in the stones, and he steadies her by the shoulder without thinking.

“Did you know it was me before?” He asks after a while. “Were you just pretending not to?”

“It took me a while,” IK admits. “I looked at the statue, and he had the same hair and clothes and horns, but his face was all wrong. So I looked at you properly, and then I realised it was you.”

Dan Heng has looked up into that statue’s face before, and it’s like looking into a grey mirror. “...you don’t… need to do that for my sake. I know we share the same—”

“You don’t, though. It wasn’t making a Dan Heng face.”

Bailu looks up at him with an earnest nod. Dan Heng can’t find it in him to argue.

IK hops over a particularly deep puddle, then reaches over to help Bailu do the same. Dan Heng thinks Bailu could probably make it across just fine on her own, and he thinks Bailu knows this - but she stretches out her little arms, and lets herself be lifted across anyway. He crosses the same puddle easily, and contemplates something for a while.

The Waterscape is never quite silent, but it feels quiet as a graveyard right now. Several times since arriving at the Luofu, he’s found himself consumed by his thoughts - deep, thick, like wading through tar - but right now, he finds himself thinking of nothing at all.

“You know,” IK starts, “If you sort of look like him, and you have the same surname…”

“Are you suggesting that Dan Feng is my father?” He asks, amused.

“Maybe?” She grimaces. “Is that how it works?”

“Vidyadhara don’t really have parents,” Bailu says. “What do you think?”

“...I dunno. First thing I remember is waking up in the lab. Does that make my dad a test tube?”

Dan Heng thinks of what Stelle has told him - of how Blade knew her from before her own awakening. “Do you remember anything before that?”

“I don’t know. It’s all a giant blur. There’s Stelle, and there’s Miss Kafka…” IK thinks for a long while. “...and before that… there’s someone with big black wings, and it’s dark. But that feels more like a dream.”

“Vidyadhara dreams are supposed to tell you about who you used to be,” Bailu mumbles. “But mine are just really confusing. Dan Heng, what do you dream about?”

He stops walking. He doesn’t respond.

Dan Heng, by self-imposed rule, tries not to dwell too much on dreams. Dan Feng’s memories are murky - cold, pressing, like sinking deep into an icy ocean. The pressure builds until he feels he might explode, and then he wakes up.

When he’s lucky, he gets a nice memory - a sunny day, an evening drinking with friends. But Dan Feng died in pain, and so too do his dreams most often end in dull agony. He counts himself lucky to have not gone through the Sedition of Imbibitor Lunae, but he’s still unlucky enough to bear its scars.

Dan Feng is guilty. This much he knows - this much he learnt from the moment of his rebirth, and the cold chains of the Shackling Prison for years afterwards.

“...Dan Heng?”

The kids have stopped walking now. They��ve stopped just in front of another puddle. This one looks deeper than the rest - darker, too, as if falling in might drop them into the cloudy abyss below.

Without thinking, he crosses it with a single, long stride, then reaches across and carefully lifts IK across the gap. Then Bailu, too, and it’s only once they’re both looking up at him in confusion that he remembers where the conversation left off.

“I don’t dream of much happy things,” He says finally. It isn’t pleasant, but it’s the truth.

He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. When he opens them again, he feels a gentle smile on his face that wasn’t there before.

“I didn’t realise you were interested in the Vidyadhara,” He says to IK. “You know, you can just use the Data Bank whenever you like. You don’t need to sneak in while I’m not there.”

“I didn’t want to scare you,” She mumbles, and he almost laughs at the notion. IK is about as scary as a Wubbaboo. “Stelle told me it’s tricky for you to talk about. I didn’t want to just ask.”

She looks nervous now. He wonders how much Stelle might have exaggerated his own grievances. He might be haunted, but he doesn’t consider himself particularly tormented.

“I don’t mind,” He says, and it’s the truth.

IK’s a curious creature, and he often finds himself supplying her constant want for knowledge. This might as well be a tutoring session. He doesn’t think much of it - between one step and the next, he calls the transformation forward, and the dragon emerges with little more than a crystalline ripple.

The way IK reacts, though, you’d think he’d presented her with a tome of archaic knowledge. Her face lights up. Was she holding this back when she first met him in this form? Normally she’s frighteningly easy to read…

“Told you he doesn’t have a tail,” Bailu says, though she’s grinning brightly. He can’t imagine anyone else on the Luofu would be this delighted to see him like this.

“I do have a tail,” He sighs. “It’s just not convenient.”

“Tail?” IK repeats, barely above a whisper. Her excitement is palpable.

“...fine,” He acquiesces, and it shimmers into form behind him. IK’s clear delight - though silent - brings a small smile to his face. No wonder she made such fast friends with Bailu in the first place.

IK takes a step towards him - and, without thinking, he takes a step back. He only realises he’s done it once she does the same, ducking her head a little apologetically.

He hadn’t meant to. It’s just that— of all those pieces of the dragon who had been Dan Feng, it is Bailu who inherited his gentleness and healing. He only has the destruction. He can be here as a demonstration - like that statue before - but he can’t help but feel apprehensive about the hum of golden cloudhymn magic at his fingertips. Gold and red go hand in hand so easily.

“Dan Heng,” Bailu suddenly whispers theatrically. “It feels really nice when you get your horns scratched, you know.”

“...what?”

“Just giving you some High Elder wisdom.”

IK is giving him a different look now. It’s the same she wore when approaching Svarog for the first time, and it only went away when Clara asked the massive robot to let IK shake his hand.

There’s something like a protest in the back of his head. He ignores it and dips his head down.

He isn’t sure what his horns feel like, actually. Are they cold? Are they more crystalline, or porcelain?

Whatever it is, IK seems happy. It’s odd - she hides behind Stelle whenever they have to meet new people, but she never retreats from encounters with robots, or anything that could be termed an animal, monster, or creature by any other sense of the word.

This feels a little different though. The presence of trust feels distinctly different from a lack of fear. It feels… warm.

And it persists, even as they continue on their walk. Bailu tells IK some funny stories about the Arbiter General, and groans when he starts recounting the history of the murals (“I hear enough about those in my lessons!”). When he does, he almost forgets that he’s currently an enrobed High Elder, and not an archivist explaining another entry in the Data Bank.

They stop at some eggs, and IK says something about how it must be a shame to not have parents to raise you.

“Probably, anyway,” She adds after a moment. “I don’t really know.”

Dan Heng feels an odd tinge of sorrow. Bailu, meanwhile, huffs. “What do they even do?”

“Nag a lot, I think,” IK says, then puts on a funny voice. “A-Heng, no running in the street! A-Heng, no more sweets! A-Heng, do the dishes!”

“I’m older than you,” He mutters, though there isn’t any reproach in it.

“Yeah, yeah. Everyone we meet’s older than me.”

“Maybe we’ll meet a baby one day. Then they won’t be.”

IK snorts. Then Bailu does the same - and then they both burst into a peal of laughter. Quite suddenly, he finds himself joining in, though more mellow, because that really is an odd thing to hear from such a regal-looking Vidyadhara’s mouth.

Their smiles are brighter than the sun, he thinks.

Later, they’ll have to return to the Express, and Bailu will be needed for her duties again. For now, they are at home in the Waterscape.

#3rd anni event #love how i said the reqs would be for 500-1000 word shorts when first proposing the event #and 2/3 so far have ended up 2k words #hsr dan heng #hsr bailu #jtta ik #jtta aus #trailblazer ik #writing

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