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urfavnegronerd · 9 months

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agape- nicholas britell

summary: miles is takin down ur braids

published: july 27, 2023

warnings: Grammarly hates me, the patriarchy, a dash of toxic masculinity, miles being a product of that grrah grah boom type masculinity, aave (no im not translating shit for you yall got access to urban dictionary and its not really a warning), i edited it myself so lmk if there are any mistakes

sueñito- little dream, bonito- handsome/ pretty boy, no me importa- i don't care/ it's not important to me

w/c: 1.5 k

reader's black coded cus im black so deal w it <3

i think this something every black boy be needin deep down

“Stop movin, ma”

“It’s knotty,”

“You had these in for how long?”

Silence.

“There's your answer right there, mama,”

“Sorry,”

“Nun to be sorry for, just hold still,”

Currently sitting on the bathroom floor criss-cross apple sauce, Miles was sitting on the toilet, your head between his knees, while he was taking down the frizzy lemonade braids that barely hugged your scalp anymore.

“Miles?”

He hums in response, rat tail comb in one hand, a tub of coconut oil in the other, threading the tail of the comb through the extensions down your back

“You’re the prettiest boy in all of Brooklyn,”

“Shut up”

“Prettiest boy I’ve ever seen,”

“Nuh-uh,”

“Fuck you mean ‘nuh uh’? The little freckles all over your cheeks? Cutest things I’ve ever seen, especially how they’re all slightly different shades, like lil polka dots all over your face, gives me a map a’ where to kiss. The little tiny dimple on the left side of your face? Adorable, 10/10, no notes. Also very kissable." He's still now, staring at the back of your head, using bundles strewn over his shoulder, mouth agape. “Them thick and long ass eyelashes? I could stare at ‘em all day, they look like teeny tiny butterfly wings when you rest your eyes.”

“Shut up,” he whispers, still unmoving, the little dab of coconut oil on his fingers slowly dribbling down his wrist

“Your mind pretty as hell, too, I like listening to what you have to hear when you let me,” you mumble, pressing tiny kisses into his cargo pant–clad kneecap.

“Stop doin that shit, ma”

“What?”

“Talkin all crazy like that,”

“I’m not talkin crazy, miles I’m being honest,”

“You makin me out to be some weak ass lil boy,”

“Miles.” you turn around abruptly, staring at him dead in the eye. “I’m jus being honest wit you. What's going on?”

“It’s nothin, ma, turn around”

“Sueñito. Lemme know what's up,”

“It’s nothin,”

You huff, turning around to face the bottom of the sink again. Silence bellows throughout the bathroom, Miles rubbing oil on your braids to detangle them to later drag the comb in once again and throw the discarded hair extension over his shoulder. The only sound between the two of you is the Marvin Gaye spinning on the record player, rooms away, dull basslines thrumming through the apartment.

“Ion like this,”

“What?”

“Whatever jus happened, we talk about what's bothering us,”

“Ain't nothin botherin me, ma,”

“Then why you start buggin' the second I get to complimenting you?”

“Cus ian wit all that girly shit,”

“Fuck you mean girly shit, I’m jus tryna love up on you Miles,” your nostrils flare as you stare ahead of you.

“Baby, I’m all for that but–”

“Miles, did someone tell you boys can't get that?”

A silence.

“Baby.”

“What?”

“Jus cus you a boy dont mean you don't deserve love,”

“Aint nobody say allat–”

“Shut up Ian done,” you say, swiftly turning around and snagging the oil and comb from his hand “jus cus you a boy doesn't mean you don't deserve to feel shit miles. Ion know what it was like wit your last girl, but Ian her. Okay? You allowed to be a person wimme, you know that right?”

“Ma–”

“Shut up I still ain't done yet. Miles I’m real, I’m right here. real like you, I promise you I’m not goin nowhere right now,”

“You done?”

“Yeah,”

“C’mere,” he motions to his lap, taking the comb and oil out of your hands and setting them on the tiled floor, laying out the discarded bundles.

“ ‘s oil all up on my hands”

“No me importa ma, come up on here,”

Obeying and wiping the excess coconut oil off your hand, you do. Straddling his lap, and looking into his eyes, examining the twinge of sadness in his eyes.

“Talk to me, mama,”

“I want you to know that you deserve love and that you’re allowed to feel some typa way. I want you to talk to me, Miles. I care about you so much and I wanna make sure you’re good. I love hearing you talk, but Ion like havin to beg you to talk to me. I love jus bein in your presence, but I hate feelin like that Miles. I don’t know who told you whatever's going through your head right now but they dead wrong. I wanna know how you be feelin, I wanna know.”

“Why you even talk like this to me?”

“Cus I’m your girl, n I like to kiss up on you and love all up on you,”

At this, he averts his eyes, trying to escape your gaze, his breath audibly speeding up.

“Mm mm, don't do that Miles. Please breathe,”

You plead, subconsciously pressing your middle three fingers under his jaw trying to measure his heart rate. Almost as a reflex to hide from you, he shrugs your hand away from under his jaw and pulls his hoodie over his mouth.

“Nah nah, don't hide from me neither,”

“Ain’t nobody hidin from you,”

“Jus cus you a boy don’t mean you don't deserve them random ass cuddles, or someone to tie up your durag or wash your hair. It don’t mean you shouldn't get flowers or hugs or them lil hickies behind your ear. Don't mean you not allowed to be sad or mad or wanna cry. Now Ion know who told you or made you feel that way but they dead wrong Miles. You allowed to feel with me,”

“Ian some lil boy runnin around though, that shit ain't for me,”

“If you wasn't supposed to feel and acknowledge your feelings, why would you be able to feel them? They there for a reason,”

Still straddled on his lap, he looks up at you with the tiny leverage you have on him. His eyes are big and doe-like, almost as if he’s scared to make this next step, say this next sentence.”

“Ion know why,” he mumbles, voice soft and scared. suddenly he’s kissin up on you, gripping anything he can get his hands on, like he’s making up for lost time, lost feelings. It's urgent and a little rough, though his lips are soft and velvety, a twinge of menthol chapstick on them.

“Yo yo yo, slow down. Ian goin nowhere” you whisper into his mouth, nails gently raking across his neck “ ‘m right here Miles, see?” you ask, guiding his hands to feel on the left side of your chest, right above your heart. “ ‘s my heart under there, I'm right here okay? I’m real, Miles I swear,”

“You’re real?” he whispers, breath shaky and uneven fisting the thin fabric of your camisole under the evergreen zip-up, in an attempt to feel more of your heart.

“You allowed to feel your feelings the same way you feel my heart,”

He still looks astonished, scared, and frozen. suddenly it wasn’t him you were talking to anymore. it was the scared little Brooklyn boy who had all these feelings stored away inside him, unsure of what to do or who to show them to.

“ ‘m sitting right here miles. I’m your girl, okay? This is real, and you are real,”

“I’m real?” tears begin to swim in his eyes.

“You’re real miles. and those feelings in that big heart of yours? Those are real too. And if you let me, I wanna hear all of 'em.”

His body stills once more against you, a small tear gliding down his cheek.

“I love you,”

And then he’s sobbing.

“Sshh, hey it's okay” you whisper, holding him close to your chest. “I love you so much I can’t hardly breathe when I'm around you. It’s okay and you're okay, Miles. I’m real and this is real and you. You are real.” you mumble into his braids, holding him with the protectiveness of a mother with a small child.

He just sat there, his head buried in your chest as he cried quietly, letting everything out. You just sat and let him cry and vent through his tears. All the things he had bottled up, discouraged to show to anyone. Sooner or later the tears slow to a stop, his face puffy and hot.

Gently tugging the ends of his braids, he looks up at you.

“You feel better sueñito?” you ask, dragging the cuff of your sweater to dry his face and pressing butterfly kisses to his cheeks in its wake. He did nothing but nod lazily, seemingly lighter, and nuzzling his face into your chest.

“Lemme finish wiping up your face n then you can be all up on me, bonito, okay?

He just nodded, dropping his head back to rest against the bathroom wall, the half-taken-out braids on your scalp no longer th task at hand. Reaching behind him you grab a baby wipe and swipe the tears and snot off his face, leaving his skin with a glossy finish. Holding his chin up, you look dead in his eyes.

“You so beautiful Miles.”

And this time, he nods.

🩷 reblogs are always appreciated for reach <3

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mcondance · 9 months

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THE NIGGA FROM THE WIZ REMAKE IS IN THEY CLONED TYRONE????? THE LION???? onto the watchlist

i was unhealthily obsessed with the wiz downloaded the album n everything

who's the lion? i only watch the original i fear :(

#michael a star y'all he ate that shit UP.#wish he coulda did more movies #₊˚. ☆ yours truly 💌:#urfavnegronerd

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lunarfleur · 9 months

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I’ll Be Okay, Mama ~ Earth 42! Miles Morales

Summary: Rio peeked into her son’s room once the sound of muffled groans hit her ears. There you two were, just like a young Rio and Jefferson. Miles was laying on his stomach while you were perched on his lower back, straddling his body. Rio watched at you worked through all the tension that had built up in his shoulders. You massaged every muscle, every knot. Miles grunted and groaned under you, and if it hadn’t been such a day, he would’ve been giggling at the noises your touch brought.

Tagging: @juneberrie @sluggmuffin @hiyaitssans @enchanting-violet @nagi3seastorm @milesmolasses @luvjunie @n1cole-ghost @kombuuuu @urfavnegronerd

Warnings:None! Sentimental shit, but nothing bad!

A/N:I’m on something, istg. I just don’t know what it is.

This is x gender neutral reader!

Loving Miles was hardest on the days he didn’t have the energy to be loved.

Any other day, he’d gladly fall victim to the fluttering in his heart and the butterflies in his stomach. He let you hang all over him, intoxicate him with your love and paralyze him with your affections. He’d smother you just the same, kissing across your face whispering words no one else has heard from him.

But not today.

There was so much tension in the way he walked, so much exhaustion in the kisses he gave you, if you could even call them that. His lips would barely ghost over your skin. He couldn’t even look you in the eyes.

All day, Miles had yet to pull you into his lap. He had yet to kiss you deeply. He had yet to insist on holding your hand. That was abnormal. He always held your hand.

“Miles?”

“Hm?”

It was a dull, quiet, bored tone that answered you. He didn’t even bother to look in your direction. He sat, hunched at his desk while you lounged on his bed. You stared at the back of his head. Maybe it’d let him hear your thoughts.

“What’s happening up there?” You asked.

He knew what you meant. ‘Up there’ was his head. His brain. The mind that was smart and so good. Him.

“Nun.”

Sighing, you got out of his bed. Maybe, with enough coaxing, he’d let himself bask in the comfort of his blankets and the warmth of your touch. Maybe, just maybe, he’d give in to his body’s desire for comfort, for reassurance. Just maybe.

You walked towards him, your hands sliding up his shoulders. You kissed the back of his head, right in between his braids, while you dug the pads of your fingers into the muscle. You could feel how tense he was.

“Baby,” you whispered. “Come on. Give yourself a chance to relax.”

Miles only shrugged you off.

“I’m fine, [Name.]”

You couldn’t help but huff. You were frustrated at how stubborn he way. Sure, you knew he couldn’t help it. It was in his nature. That stubbornness was built in his bones and flowed through his blood. It was the one thing that made him a Morales. He wasn’t supposed to run from things. That included his own problems.

“Stop doing this to yourself,” you pushed forward. You heard him sigh, watching as he bent forward to rub his eyes.

“Baby,” he just about seethed, “it’s a’ight. Just go back to what you was doin before.”

But you didn’t budge. Once he leaned back against his chair, you kissed the back of his neck. It was the one place that could get him to break, to melt, to give in.

“Come on,” you repeated. Miles sighed loudly, but stood up nonetheless.

He took a few steps forward before flopping onto his bed. Head first into his pillow, he slid forward. A meek, quiet grunt escaped his lips and you could see him fighting sleep already.

Just then, you heard the front door open. When Miles didn’t blink, you didn’t either. It didn’t seem important at the time.

But when Rio didn’t hear any noise coming from Miles’s bedroom, she got curious. Normally, you two would be talking or a movie would be playing or music would be coming from a speaker while you guys napped. But it was quiet.

Rio peeked into her son’s room once the sound of muffled groans hit her ears. There you two were, just like a young Rio and Jefferson. Miles was laying on his stomach while you were perched on his lower back, straddling his body. Rio watched at you worked through all the tension that had built up in his shoulders. You massaged every muscle, every knot. Miles grunted and groaned under you, and if it hadn’t been such a day, he would’ve been giggling at the noises your touch brought.

She leaned against the door frame, watching you soothe his pains with your hands while he fell into the grasp of sleep below you. She was sure it hurt, the feeling of all that built-up stress being forced away.

It was at that time she remembered the first day he left for school at Visions. It was a good school, but she still felt that motherly fear of God-knows-what when she kissed him goodbye at the door.

“Please, be safe, Mijo,” she had said, kissing his cheeks.

“I’ll be okay, mama,” Miles had chuckled.

But every week he came home, he seemed less and less okay. His eye bags grew heavier and heavier. Her already quiet son had grown all but mute. His, “School’s been good,” turned into, “it’s a’ight.” But what was she supposed to do?

Then one week, he came home a little happier than normal. Despite the bags and how weak his voice seemed, there was an unusual pep in his step. You.

It made her think back to a young Jefferson. The sweet boy she knew who held the door and gave her flowers. He gave her notes and his jacket when she was cold. It was a sweet, giving kind of love. And in return, she healed him with each kiss and every smile. She massaged his shoulders and back and neck when things just seemed to hurt.

“Go to sleep, baby,” Rio heard you whisper. He grunted in response.

You reminded her so much of who she was when she was young, loving her guy and ridding him of his pain. She was grateful, thankful for the way it didn’t seem to bother you. For a second, she wondered what things would be like if he was still here.

Slowly, Rio stepped away. Whether or not you knew she was there, she didn’t know. But she did know that, for the time being, she could be confident that her son was being loved the way he deserved.

And yeah, he’d be okay.

#earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles fluff #earth 42 miles x you #earth 42 miles x reader #earth 42 miles morales x you #earth 42 miles morales #miles morales #atsv #across the spider verse #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman #x gender neutral reader

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conitagray · 9 months

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@kairiscorner @kombuuuu @urfavnegronerd @1-danid @smokeywhalee y’all’s got to see this because 😱

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onginlove · 9 months

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I have 20+ moots but there is only like, 10+ or less that i actually love ❤️

I didn’t wanna @ at first but idk if y’all would see it you guys so I added u to the tag and imma also tag u below

I love every one of my moots but these r the ones I talk to the most and love the most

I’m grateful for you all

I’m sorry this is so corny forgive me 😭

if ur name isn’t there I had to go through all my moots and I had to try to remember which ones I talk to 😅😅😅

(If u already seen it I’m not gonna tag u)

@hiimayee @kombuuuuuuu @arielliio @cuichichan @zerosinterweb @moonpiies you too @urfavnegronerd 😉

#arielliio #hiimayee #kombuuuu #cuichichan #zerosinterweb #breeandhermunches #moonpiies

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cuichichan · 9 months

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𝓜𝔂 𝓶𝓸𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓮𝓼💕💕

@n0tangeliccc @v3ryangeliccc @zalayni @onginlove @iluvlove222 @p1f1 @p1-f1 @pixqlsin @n1cole-ghost @he4rts4alexis @alexisspam @babyface-lexi @arielliio @urfavnegronerd @raejaylikerayj @camiimoraless @hiimaye @moonpiies @entox @anikaluv @dolligent @moodysunflowerbaby @janaeby @luvanii @japhoriaa @urmadiik @spid3namy @tatumsbetterfr @tatumis-a @pinkpinkstarlet @primaviva @adorefavv @dolligent @dollzblntz @chessbox @ashsostrange @userheartviolet @kyngjaice @ask-the-prowler

#emmita rants #emmita rambles #mutuals

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urfavnegronerd · 9 months

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1610 and reader cuddle session hcs 😄

here we gooooo

an absolute whore fiend for affection and physical touch

likes when you do that thing w/ your nails to massage his scalp

tries to talk to you/ start conversation while ur cuddling

cannot hold said conversation b/c he gets sleepy in ur arms

both miles' are like cats, but 1610 miles is a middle aged cat whos either really energetic or super sluggish whereas 42 is an old and tired bodega cat

in the least suggestive way you absolute horny fucks he is a minor stop being weird absolutely adores skin-skin contact

like he feels like he has to get closer to you

your body weight just flush against him?

10/10, no notes

forehead + nose kisses are absolutely a given

if you get acrylic nails he loves it when you rake them across the nape of his neck

also loves when ur thumb does that lil strokey thing on his hair

100% buys yall matching bonnets/durags

his fave way to cuddle is when his head is on ur chest and he's lying between ur legs stop. don't be weird.

b/c of all his spiderman stuff he's sore most of the time, specifically in his back/traps/shoulders (hello mans literally swings himself using his upper body weight) so when yall r laid up like that you give his upper back lil massages n shit

however

if ur an athlete he def babies u after practice when yall cuddle

like the whole nine

mans is a sweetheart and draws u like a bath or sum (i think 1610 and 42 would both do this tbh) and sits on the edge of the tub/toilet and just talks to you

or gives u a cute lil shoulder massage

if u get ur braids/hair/retwist and your scalp is literally screaming he'll let you lay on top of him with your head on his chest

if u fall asleep w/o ur bonnet/durag/headscarf on he puts it on for you

or sacrifices his hair and puts his on you

back to the original req chile anyway--

like i said he loves skin to skin contact

like mans is fully a baby

also he's a furnace literally 95% of the time, so during the winter u press up against his chest

almost always ends up asleep with his face on ur stomach (either ur bare stomach or his head is literally under ur shirt. if u have a lil (or a lot, honestly mans does not care about ur body type. also side note of me just being queer but when women have that lil pudge/pocket/bulge thing and wear tight skirts/dresses. WHEW. same thing w/ masc women omg teddy bear mascs are adorable. but i also love me some muscles anywho back to the req) pudge, muffin top, hip dip, whatever, he adores it. like fully massages those lil bits of u when ur cuddling. however if ur more muscly/ toned in ur stomach area he loves that too, esp tracing the muscle lines, like ur obliques or abs if you have them)

like i said he gets rly tired in ur presence cs you make him feel safe so when ur cuddling he gets all mumbly and his movements are all thick and syrupy and he gets to be a lil drowsy baby

yall ever seen those tiktoks w/ couples cooking and one of them is on their partners back? yeah, that's yall

"miles i have homework" *muffled in your stomach/neck w his arms wrapped around you* nuh uh "fuck you mean nuh uh?"\

its such a struggle to end cuddle sessions w him, literally the both of u want to stay tangled up like that together forever

when ur over his house and rio and jeff are home the two of you literally just fall asleep on the couch while cuddling

yall are that couple that sleeps and cuddles together all the time

u know that text chain that's like 'after class can i take a nap in your bed' "yeah" 'with you?' "duh" 'omg im so excited'

thats yall

rio and jeff literally had to bribe you to go on dates that weren't sleeping on the couch while watching movies

after the events of atsv he literally just wants to cuddle

i hope this what ur looking for anon!

xoxo,

rae <3

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lunarfleur · 9 months

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Hugs ~ Earth 42! Miles Morales

Tagging: @juneberrie @sluggmuffin @hiyaitssans @enchanting-violet @nagi3seastorm @urfavnegronerd @milesmolasses @luvjunie @kombuuuu

Summary: Miles clung to you tightly, like a koala to a branch. His inhales were deep, his exhales satisfied. You were warm. He was warm. He smelled good.

A/N: Something small before I go to bed. Not edited. Wrote this in like 15 minutes LMAO

This is x gender neutral reader!

Sitting at your desk, you clicked your pen repeatedly. Your head was pounding. Your room was freezing. You were tired, but you had a test on Monday. It was Saturday. Your eyes flickered to your phone screen as soon as it lit up. It wasn’t Miles. It was an instagram notification. You were waiting for his text so you could FaceTime.

The past week was long a grueling. Neither of you could find any time to spend together. You missed him. He missed you. Wearing his hoodie, his t-shirt, and his sweatpants wasn’t enough for you. You needed him to be with you.

Your door opened gently after a small knock. Your boyfriend stood in your doorway. He was dressed in his comfiest hoodie and his comfiest sweatpants. He kicked off his slides quickly while you stood up.

“I didn’t know you were coming over,” you told him curiously, wrapping your arms around his neck. His arms wrapped around your waist.

“Me neither,” he mumbled, his face nuzzled against your chest. He held you close to him, squeezing you tightly. You gave a curious hum, pressing a kiss to his head.

“Missed you,” was all he said.

Miles clung to you tightly, like a koala to a branch. His inhales were deep, his exhales satisfied. You were warm. He was warm. He smelled good.

“Everything okay?” You asked hesitantly. He nodded against you.

“Just wanted a hug.” He shrugged pulling away.

It wasn’t for long, though. He all but yanked you over to your bed. Sitting on the edge, he waited for you to lie down. You chuckled at his face. He reminded you of a small puppy, with his big eyes and pouty mouth.

You crawled into your bed, holding out your arms so he could wedge in between them. Miles buried his face in your neck, humming at the satisfying feeling. His arms held you close, like you’d disappear if he let go. You scratched gently at the back of his neck. He’d fall asleep in no time.

“Better?” You ask quietly. He groans tiredly.

“Better.” His voice is muffled. It sends vibrations down your skin. You yanked the blanket up towards you, draping it over the two of you. Miles took a deep breath. You kissed his head.

“Goodnight, baby, I love you.”

But he was out like a light.

#earth 42 miles fluff #earth 42 miles x you #earth 42 miles x reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles morales x you #earth 42 miles morales #miles morales #atsv #across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #x gender neutral reader

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urfavnegronerd · 9 months

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ur not latino bruh ur black, fck u putting spanish in yo writing fo...miles aint even speak good spanish in the movies w his hey qué tal tío head ahh i swear this fandom is fckn delusional and makes puerto ricans look bad. stop fetishing la cultura boricua and tell these white mfing writers to stop using the goddamn n word

ur rly fucking cute. u wanna take ur pussy ass off anon so we can talk? if not we can kiss if you wanna since i clearly got ur ass all hot n bothered. now normally i wouldn't entertain bullshit, but im feeling generous tonight. so since u obviously didn't thoroughly read what i wrote, ima put it in layman's terms for ur fucking illiterate ass. first of all, it's 'for'. u not all rough n tough cus you confidently left out a letter of the alphabet. u wanna be a bitch on anon in MY inbox? use proper grammar. second of all, it's fuck no 'fck'. u wanna talk about it be about it, grow a god damn pair and cuss me out with ur chest. third of all, u failed fucking geography. where the fuck is haiti?? i'll wait.

that's latin america you fucking genius. because haiti is in latin america i can claim those fucking roots whenever and however i damn please. ain't nobody fetishizing around here. i put spanish in my writing cus i speak spanish.

where the fuck did you find any sort of sexual connotation in my writing? the fact that i am perfectly fine with my characters speaking spanish and being of taíno/afro- latin american descent, because that's what I AM and i enjoy writing characters like myself? ur really cute, but maybe it's time you learned how to self regulate 🥰🧚🏽‍♀️

so class what did we learn?

1. i yell back.

2. where haiti is geographically speaking

3. the dictionary definition of fetish

4. i will descend into the seventh circle of hell and personally shake hands with satan to drag ur ass to hell and back. do not play wimme.

5. i had time today

6. if u wanna talk about it, be about it.

that's all, i love uuuuuuu allll

edit: bonus: 7. i am not the one. today, tomorrow, or them days after that. done fucked with the wrong bitch.

#rae rambles #rae rants #urfavnegronerd

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urfavnegronerd · 9 months

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who the flying fuck is jude bellingham and why have i seen literally three jude bellingham x reader smuts on my dash today. i don't know this man but should i? i am the niece of a catholic priest have some damn decorum no seriously should i? i feel like i need to have a new unattainable man crush, side note i literally only find unattainable/fiction men attractive

i feel left out a little bit tbh

#jude bellingham #black people #urfavnegronerd #rae talks #fanfiction #x reader #female reader #smut #fem reader #oneshots #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham fluff #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham blurb

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urfavnegronerd · 9 months

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right there- alina baraz

summary: lazy day w miles (either 1610 or 42)

pairing: miles x black coded reader

w/c: 839

sum slight

warnings: lowk suggestive if you squint, fem (?) reader (miles refers to reader as ma and mama and princesa, but no use of pronouns so idk if it counts as fem reader), grammarly edited, but nothing really lmk if i missed something

published: august 7, 2023

song lyrics are italicized

ven aquí- come here, vení- come here (informal), princesa- princess

s/o @lunarfleur for this concept, luv u babycakes smooches

i get so caught up

The day had effortlessly slipped away, like sand through your fingers in a lazy, syrupy, and euphoric haze.

“Mama? baby?” Miles mumbles, his face halfway nuzzled into your stomach, his hands absent-mindedly kneading at your hips, listlessly raising his head to meet your half-lidded gaze, lifting your chin to meet his eyes.

“Mmm?”

“Ven aquí,”

might of forgot us, can you remind me?

His voice is a tired kind of raspy as he’s pressing his lips into yours in a mixture of lenience and hunger, his calloused hands cradling your cheeks, pulling away, and kissing your nose. Returning to his original position on your stomach, nuzzling his face into your stomach once again to watch an older CoryxKenshin video. Confused and blushing, you return to your copy of When Dimple Met Rishi, dreamily running your nails across his durag massaging his hair through the silky fabric.

His bedroom was a small oasis, far away from the usual Brooklyn noise, a quiet dream far far away from everything you were running away from. The dazey smog of cigarette smoke permanently hanging in the air of your apartment, the smog that got caught in the fibers of your clothes, irreversibly weaving its way into your braids. You’d evolved to the point that it smelled comforting, but at the same time, it was a permanent burden on your shoulders, the scent weighing your shoulders down.

tell me to come back, i got a lot on my mind

“Ma, come back,” he mumbles, pressing his face into your cheek. “Want another kiss,”

Laughing and leaning into his mouth, adjusting your face up to him, you comply. The kiss was a warm envelope, encasing the two of you in a heavy and exultant moment of obscurity.

i know it’s been a while, been a while, but i need you this time

The two of you pull away and you return to your book as he returns to the animated lull of his video. The two of you stay like that, kissing every couple of minutes and going back to your respective past times. It was moments like this that you savored, the tenderness of his room, the soft scent of peppermint oil mixed with sandalwood, and the delicate warmth of the musky cologne he wore like a second skin. He never wore too much though, enough for you to associate him with that smell and the light menthol of his chapstick. The boy did wonders on you, he and his mother had shown you the kind of love you’d only seen on old reruns of Love and Basketball, Poetic Justice, Love Jones, and The Preachers Wife when it aired during Christmas.

i’ll be in the city, get dressed don’t keep me waiting

Tender and loving, the kind of love the older woman preaches about on her doorstep, the one that’s like that one bible verse. The love in this boy's heart was patient and kind, comforting. A soft place to land, a small escape from everyday life. The kind that helps you take down your braids, and helps wash your hair. The kind where he’ll let you braid and unbraid his hair, gently raking your hands through his thick and luscious inky curls, half adoring his bed of curls, half detangling them.

can you be my shotgun? be my all-time, be the right one

His eyes are half-lidded as he glances up at you furtively, warily drinking in your beauty. The ethereal glow to your soft brown skin, the brown eyes that hide under your eyelashes with an alluring light to them. The eyes that never failed to make Miles’ heart skip a beat when he looked deep into them, his eyes pouring into you like hot wax in a candle.

“Whatchu need, baby?”

you ready? let me know

“Vení,” he whispers, eyes set low, drunk on lust, fatigue barely lining his eyes. As per routine, he reconnects the two of you, this time he’s above you one arm resting on the wall behind you. Deeping the kiss as he pulls you upward, he exhales a sharp, ragged, yet blissful breath. The kind that makes you pull back and look up at him quizzically.

“Everything okay, sueñito?”

“ ‘s all good ma,”

“You was just breathing all weird, is all,”

“ ‘m okay, princesa,”

“Okay,” you smile and exhale, angling up to him more.

ima need you right there

The youtube video is long forgotten, the book haphazardly discarded beside you, you softly tug his chain forward as he runs his hands along the side of your hoodie, his right hand finding yours and timidly fusing your hands together. Using your left hand, you gently run your fingers over his eyebrows, in an attempt to unfurrow them as he smiles and leans into you.

“You’re so beautiful, mama,” he mumbles into your lips, and then the two of you are lost in an enraptured oblivion.

ima need you right there, right there wimme

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xoxo,

rae <3

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I loved your hcs for 1610 miles cuddles! If it doesn't trouble you could you possibly write some cuddle hcs for e42? (I'm curious of what you mean by him being a bodega cat lol)

miles g is literally the human personification of a fucking ancient bodega cat

very tired

like always

loves attention

very cuddly when he wants to be

was def one of those super affectionate and soft babies/toddlers

like would fully stop on the sidewalk in the middle of walking, squat, and touch the grass on those lil sidewalk trees

always tried to pick flowers too

anyway back to the req

he's very much a giver but when he gets comfortable w u he's def more needy

when he knocks on ur window late at night after prowler stuff especially

like u patch/clean him up

and after ur done w cleaning him up he just flops on ur bed

like complete deadweight

and whines/reaches out for you

you have to coax him into comfier clothes

after many kisses he complies and changes

after he changes he flops once again

mans basically goes boneless laying on ur chest (side note prolly a thighs and boobs kinda guy)

anyway

lays his head on ur chest and you just hug him and give him kisses all over his face

whiny and grumbly and half asleep he guides ur hands to the nape of his neck and asks u to scratch there and his spine w ur nails

however when it's js a regular schmegular day and y'all cuddle

he absolutely adores being both the big and little spoon

tries to act all tough but he js wants a nap w/ u in his clothes

again very grumbly and begging

ur presence makes him so comfortable

unlike 1610 miles i think he prefers to cuddle w him shirtless and u in one of his shirts

def likes to cradle u in his chest

yk those weighted stuffed animals from target? like the dino's and cheetahs and stuff

treats u like that when he's not tired from prowler stuff

like ur deadweight flush against him and he does that thumb strokey thingy on ur hips

also gives lower back massages

kinda panicky that ur relationship is all one big good dream so he likes to hold on to you just in case

has to be holding u in one way or another

nigga be hanging on to your pinky when ur out n has the body language of a very small child

unless ur nervous/anxious/tired/ any emotion that isn't complete tranquility in any way shape or form

then he's very big strong man testosterone and has his hand in ur back pocket/looped around ur waist and glaring at people who stare at you for too long

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urfavnegronerd · 9 months

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Any general or romantic headcanons for Miles G? Sorry if this is too vague >_<

AHHH I LOVE FEEDING OUR DELUSIONS

like i said in the last hc i wrote, miles g is essentially a really old bodega cat who sleeps in sunny spots and observes on the top of shelves. yall know EXACTLY what im talking about.

when yall first met (imma say yall met in ap art cus i like art) he tried to be a grah grah boom ass nigga who was only taking the class for credit

he's a hell of an actor

but eventually you see he's genuinely talented

obviously its ap art

anyway

when yall are still getting to know each other he doesn't call u ma/mami/mama yet to keep you comfortable

he gets really panicky around you for some reason

but also like scarily calm

he loves ur presence sm

he ends up asking aaron (who is literally no help) for advice on asking you out

he suggests the shoulder touch

miles actually believes him and tries it on you

you laugh your ass off but buy him lunch and watch older episodes of inkmasters (i fucking love inkmasters) on ur laptop during ur lunch period

you think the shoulder touch was a joke

and then like a month later (baby was embarrassed as hell) he asked you out w flowers

not basic ass roses, like stargazer lilies, babys breath, willow, wisteria, that type shit

he panics on planning the first date

and because the shoulder touch didn't work he goes to aaron to figure out what not to do

aaron advises to go see a movie and then ice cream

miles goes the complete opposite and takes u ice skating at the rockerfeller

neither of you know how to ice skate

its a mess

but it eases the air between you too

laughing your way off the ice he takes you to a coffee shop and orders tea (this man LOVES tea especially jamaica (jamaica is cold but he loves herbal tea) you can argue w the wall)

he walks you home

the air is awkward as fuck because he wants to hold your hand but is too afraid to ask

so you ask him if he can hold something for you and give lace your hands together

his hands are shaky

like really shaky

mans is losing his shit

he's literally just a baby

when you get to his stoop he pushes the buzzer and clears his throat

he obviously wants to kiss you but is also too nervous

so you cover the camera on the buzzer thingy (the thing that has buzzers to each apartment + the residents name and that really weird security camera. that thing) and kiss him on the cheek

MANS IS STUTTERING

"get home safe miles" uhhhhhh.... y-yeah, you too

he makes sure that ur safely in the building and dramatically flops on the stoop and sighs

mans is having a main character moment

every year on ur anniversary he takes yall ice skating at the rockerfeller and the gets the two of you herbal tea at the same coffee house

mans is such a sap omg

hehehehe

i luh yalllll

xoxo,

rae <3

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