#lemme write pls

[thewildlorelei]

Love is Sick and Love is Blind (Mob AU)

pairing: wally darling/original female character(Millie Morning)

rating: M

pretty obvious but this is fan content of welcome home

author's note:  Really having fun with this story, lemme know if you have any questions about the story or Millie, I’d love to talk about it lol

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Mob Boss Wally Darling

Chapter 3 -  I Think I’m Getting Butterflies

Monday and Tuesday went by without anything truly notable happening. She got most of her stuff unpacked at her apartment and was able to find a nice dress to wear for her dinner with Wally. Work had gone smoothly as well, just the usual rowdy people who’d come in. There was no sign of the guys who’d given her a hard time the week before. 

By Wednesday Millie was an absolute mess of nerves. Overthinking and worrying about every little thing, concerned about how the dinner might go. She didn’t want to offend him or anything but she thought back to when they’d met in the garden. Before she’d known who he was they’d gotten along just fine. He’d been a little intimidating, sure, but he’d been nothing but nice. Maybe the rumors about him only pertained to people he did business with? Maybe outside of doing his work he was relatively normal.

All she had done since Sunday was think about Wally Darling and it was starting to drive her a little crazy. Hopefully this dinner was just what she needed to get the thoughts of him out of her system. 

All day she’d just been pacing around the living room waiting till it was time to get ready to go. It was a little maddening, feeling like she couldn’t focus on getting anything else done that day. Just before 5pm she had finally had it and decided to start getting ready. She curled her hair and let it hang loose around her shoulders. She slid on her dress, a pale blue floor length gown that flared out at the waist. It was sleeveless and low cut but still very classy. 

It was getting close to seven, she needed to hurry up and finish getting ready. She didn’t want to be late and make him mad.

Millie had just finished her mascara when there was a knock on her door. “Be there in just a second!” She called out. She grabbed her bag, gave herself one last look in the mirror before going to open the door. 

“Well hello there!” Eddie was standing on the other side looking just the same as he had the other day.

“Hello Eddie, nice to see you again.” She said cheerfully. 

“It’s a pleasure to see you too Miss Millie. Are you ready to go?” Eddie gestured away from him. Millie nodded, following him out into the hallway, and turning to lock the door behind her.  When they got to the car Eddie was polite enough to open her door for her. She half expected Wally to be there sitting in the back seat. It must have shown on her face cause Eddie gave a laugh. “Don’t worry, he’s already waiting at the restaurant.” She looked away, embarrassed as she got in. It would have been a little silly for him to be there anyway, like two kids getting driven to prom or something. 

As Eddie began to drive off, she started to get nervous again. Interacting with the mob seemed like a very very bad idea but here she was. She didn’t try too hard to make awkward small talk with Eddie. He seemed very nice but she just wasn’t sure what to say. ‘So you work for the mob, huh?’ Yeah, no. Instead she looked out the window and imagined every scenario that could possibly happen when she arrived. Fortunately the restaurant wasn’t far and soon they arrived. Her mouth dropped a little seeing where they were. It was a very nice place, definitely more expensive than she was normally willing to pay. But just this once she figured she’d suck it up and deal with it. She couldn’t bail at this point anyway. 

Eddie once again opened her door for her and led her inside. It was incredible! The interior was grand and bright, not at all what she had been expecting. This place was definitely fancy, she thought, as they walked through the entryway. She was really glad now that she had splurged a little on a nicer dress. 

Eddie didn’t even stop to talk to the host, just guiding her right back to a more secluded corner of the restaurant. She felt everyone’s eyes on her as they walked by tables with people already seated. Millie kept her eyes focused on Eddie, not wanting to confirm that people were looking. She was so distracted that she nearly walked right into Eddie’s back when he stopped. She peaked around him and her eyes landed right on Wally, who was beginning to stand up from his seat when he saw her. 

“Here we are Miss Millie, I hope you have a nice evening.” He turned to her and once again tipped his hat as he left. She raised her hand in a small wave. Attention turning right back to the puppet in front of her. He looked the same as when she’d seen him before, though just a little more put together. His jacket draped over the back of his chair. He stood with that same relaxed stance like nothing in the world could bother him. She knew it couldn’t be true though, not with the rumors she’d heard.

“Hello, Miss Morning. Thank you for joining me.” He said as he pulled out her chair for her to sit. “You look lovely.” Millie slid into the chair, carefully hanging her bag off the back of it. She was a little surprised at his politeness.

“Thank you, and of course! It’s a pleasure. I appreciate you inviting me out like this, Mr. Darling.” She tried to hide how nervous she felt. He was staring at her very intently already. 

“We did agree on it…” He had leaned back in his chair, a sort of lazy look in his eye despite his stare. She hadn’t really noticed the last time but he looked sort of..tired? Like the weight of the world was on his shoulders, and maybe it was. 

Millie blushed. “We did, I just thought that maybe..you would just forget about me. I’m sure you’re a very busy person.”

“How could anyone possibly forget about you?” Her blush was getting worse, hidden behind her hair. He had better stop talking like that or she was liable to start liking him. His smile got a little bit bigger, like he was trying to get a reaction from her. She looked away, trying not to show that his comment had flustered her a little.

“So tell me, how are you liking your new place?”

At that moment a waiter walked up. “Good evening! My name is Peter, I’ll be your server tonight. Is there anything I can get you to drink?” Wally shot him an intimidating look. “Oh, I apologize if I am interrupting.” He said quickly. Millie hadn’t noticed Wally’s look at all.

“It’s no problem! I’ll just have a water, thanks.” Millie said with a smile. Wally huffed out a breath closing his eye. “Give me whatever your smoothest whiskey is, on the rocks.” 

“I’ll have that right out for you.” The waiter hurried away from the table, trying to avoid Wally’s annoyed half-lidded gaze. Millie picked up a menu and looked over the options while she continued from where they left off. “The apartment is great! I can’t thank you enough for your kindness to me last week.” 

“Don’t think anything of it.” Wally’s face relaxed again, looking back at her. “Are you sure you wouldn’t like anything to drink?” Wally questioned. 

“Oh um…I actually don’t drink.” Millie said shyly, waiting for the usual reaction she got when she told people. When he didn’t say anything she looked back at him and saw his smile grow like he knew something she didn’t. He was always so hard to read, what was he thinking? “What?” She finally asked. “Oh, it’s nothing.” He said with a slight wave of his hand. “It’s just very interesting.”

She didn’t really believe him but what was she going to do? She certainly wasn’t about to try and call his bluff so she just let it go and moved on. “Can I ask you something?”

He looked at her carefully for a moment before nodding his head. “What…what made you decide to help me? You could have just…kicked me out and moved on with your life. So…why?” She didn’t say what she really thought. ‘You could have killed me.’

He closed his eye again, leaning back in his chair, considering his response. “There was something…special about you.”

Before Millie had a chance to ask what he meant by that the waiter returned with their drinks. Millie ordered a relatively simple but fancy salad. When the waiter turned to Wally for his order he held up a hand. “Nothing for me.” Millie was surprised. “Oh, you aren’t getting anything?” 

“Problem?” He responded, a hint of warning in his voice. “Oh! I’m sorry, I don’t mean to question you, I was just surprised.” Millie said quickly. ‘Don’t forget who you’re talking to.’ She reminded herself. He was still very dangerous. 

“And you? Only a salad?” He asked. Millie smiled at him and vaguely gestured to herself. “I mean, does it really seem surprising?” 

“I guess not.” He appeared amused by that, his relaxed smile quirked upwards. They chatted some more while they waited, not that they had to wait long considering the ease of the order and the fact that they were dealing with Wally Darling. They certainly weren’t going to keep him waiting. He asked about her job some more and she asked him how he got her out of work that night. 

“I just made a couple of phone calls, that’s all.” He told her.

“Really? That’s all? Amazing.” Millie laughed lightly. Her boss was a bit of a hard-ass so only having to make a call to get her out of work seemed surprising, but this was Wally Darling after all.

The waiter returned with Millie’s food, telling her to enjoy before running off again. He was trying to stay as far away from Wally as he could.

As Millie began to eat she felt awkward having him just sit and watch her while he sipped his whiskey. She felt like she was overthinking every move she made. Maybe she should try and keep him talking at least.

“Can I ask about your family? Last time you talked about them so intensely, I’m so curious about all of them.” She asked, taking a bite of her food before looking back at him.

He smiled at that. “You want to know about my family?” She nodded. “Well each of them is very special to me, I would do anything to protect my family.” Taking another sip of his drink he closed his eye in thought. “There’s Barnaby, Howdy, Julie, Sally, Frank, Eddie, and Poppy. They are the ones who are closest to me in the world. They each have their own talents…and uses. We are all loyal to each other and any of them would do whatever it takes to support the others.” He trained his eye back on hers. “We’d never leave someone behind.”

Millie sighed wistfully. “I wish I had family like that. I’ve always had such a small family and it’s only ever gotten smaller and smaller, and now it’s just…me.” She picked at her food, deep in thought for a moment. 

“Don’t worry, I don’t think you’ll be alone forever.” His eyes were back on her, looking at her like he was seeing all her thoughts and feelings.

The conversation went on and shifted, Millie finished her salad but they kept chatting. He seemed very interested in her and her life, asking lots of questions. She tended to be a bit of an open book, not really minding discussing her life. 

“You said your mom died before you moved here.” He asked suddenly. “Oh, uh, yeah…” It still wasn’t easy to talk about. They had been very close and thinking about it always made tears well up in her eyes.

“That’s very unfortunate, my condolences.” Wally’s eye softened slightly, she almost didn’t notice.

The waiter returned with the check for the food. “I hope you had a lovely evening, here is the bill.” He placed it down on the table.

Millie began to grab her purse from her chair before she heard Wally’s stuttered laugh. She stopped, looking at him. “What, you think I would be stingy enough not to pay for your dinner?”

Millie flushed red. “Oh…um..I didn’t want to assume, you know? You’ve been so nice to me already…” 

“Don’t be silly, I invited you out after all.” He said reaching into his pocket and handing some cash to the waiter.

“Thank you, Wally-oh I mean um, Mr. Darling.” She saw him stop when she’d said his name, an unreadable expression on his face. “...No need to be so formal now, you can call me Wally.” The evening was coming to an end and soon after Eddie reappeared, ready to take her home. Millie stood up, grabbing her bag from the back of her chair. Wally suddenly got up from his and walked up to her. “Thank you again for joining me.”

“It was really nice, thank you.” Millie gave him a kind smile.

Wally was staring intently at her face when he suddenly raised his hands, placing one on her jaw, keeping her head still, while his other hand gently brushed her bangs out of her eyes. 

Millie stilled in his light grasp, looking into his relaxed eye with her shocked ones. Wally hummed for a moment, thumb brushing lightly over the heart on her cheek before releasing her, letting her bangs fall to cover her eyes again. It was quick, but she had seen his eye flicker to her right eye for just a moment before he’d let go. 

“I would like to take you out again sometime…” He said, and she was feeling a little bit breathless all of a sudden.

“I’d…like that.” Millie couldn’t deny feeling a bit captivated by him.

“Good…till next time.” He nodded his head and turned to grab his jacket before walking out through the back door.

~~

As Millie closed the door behind her once she got to her apartment she couldn’t help the strange feeling that washed over her. It was similar to how she’d felt that first night after she’d met him. Did that really happen? How did she get in this situation? It felt surreal. 

She felt excited at the idea of seeing him again. And that was strange too. Was she starting to…like him? Her brain told her she shouldn’t, he was a mob boss, he was bad, but…she couldn’t help that giddy feeling. 

Suddenly Millie’s phone started to ring. She quickly went to pick it up, it was so late, who could possibly be calling? She picked up the phone, putting the brightly colored receiver up to her ear. “Hello, Millie Morning speaking.” “Hello, Millie? This is Dr. Flora.” Millie paused, a little surprised. “Oh! Is everything alright? I wouldn’t expect a call so late.” “I tried to call earlier but you didn’t answer.” “I’m sorry, I was…out, but it’s alright, what did you need?” Millie felt nervous, calls this late usually weren’t a good sign. “...I’m sorry but I’m going to have to stop our appointments. I’m afraid I can’t see you anymore.” Ah yes, there it was. She was right, it hadn’t been a good sign. “I’m…sorry to hear that, can I ask why?” Millie bit her lip, feeling a little worried. “I…just have too many clients right now and I need be able to dedicate enough time to everyone. Unfortunately since you are the newest one I’ll have to stop seeing you.” Her voice sounded a little off.

“Oh…” Millie couldn’t help the hurt that she felt hearing that and she was sure she hadn’t been able to hide it in her tone. “I promise it has nothing to do with you. I’m so so very sorry for this. I wish you well in your life going forward. You’re a very nice girl, please…stay safe out there. It can be dangerous in this town and…well….nevermind. I’m sorry, good bye.” Then the line was dead. That was so odd. What she had said made sense but…Millie couldn’t help the feeling that she hadn’t told her the whole truth. She sighed, putting the phone back down on the base. 

“Guess I’m on my own for now.” She walked back to the living room, feeling overwhelmed with thoughts about everything.

It felt like she just kept getting left behind over and over. No one really wanted her. She sat on the couch and hugged her knees to her chest. Tears stung in her eyes as she turned on the TV to distract herself from things for a bit. 

At least Wally still wanted to see her again. She had to admit it felt good to have someone who seemed to like her and want to see her. 

Millie sighed again, laying back on the couch, stretching out her limbs. The TV was playing some puppet led kids show in the background, she wasn’t really paying attention. Millie closed her eyes, feeling so tired from the long day. She couldn’t help wondering when she might see him again, it was really starting to feel like he actually liked her. Maybe she wasn’t just some random girl who he helped on a whim. Maybe there was more to it than that, she wasn’t sure. 

All she knew was that things were changing faster than she could keep up with. She could only hold on and hope that in the end things would be better.

author's note:  Things starting to pick up a little now lol hope you liked this one~

[staerdvst]

i wanna writeeee.

[fallen-lucifiel]

#BUDDIE : Passenger Seat ✈️ | Story & Art by @fallen-lucifiel

Story is actually kinda old… written back in early September but since we got BT Bones in canon, thought I’d finish this one asap as a tribute! 💀

Posting the uncensored version here. Ngl I never looked at Tommy’s face so idk how to draw him so I just drew whatever I remember

Btw this is what Maddie was talking about!!

[enha-stars]

✧ take a break, angel

pairing: soft!jay x reader (fluff)

summary: it’s midterm season, and jay wants you to take a break. if not for you, then for him

warnings: mentions of stress, food, kisses

a/n: lmao this is sooo self indulgent it’s crazy. i am currently writing this during my 20 minute break. i look like gollum

staring at his phone, jay let out a long sigh. he had texted you four times today and you hadn’t responded to a single one.

he knew you were studying and you had specifically told him that you would turn your phone off, but it didn’t stop him from texting and checking up on you.

he shook his head and pocketed his phone, smiling at the cashier as he relayed your food order, having memorized it after the third date. he paid and stood by the door, foot tapping unconsciously.

he wished he could do more to help you; ease your burden somehow, but this was all he had. all he could do was make sure you were eating and taking breaks, even if you specifically told him not to bother you.

you had a really hard time focusing whenever he was around, regardless of how small he made himself. there was just something distracting about him; about his presence and his pretty face and broad shoulders.

once the food was done, he made his way to your apartment. he could already picture how he’d find you; hunched over the dining table with papers and textbooks spread out. he was sure that he’d find a bunch of coffee cups in your sink and cans of energy drinks hidden in the garbage under the sink.

he wasn’t sure why you bothered hiding them, he could always tell you’d have one by your eyes. they were always slightly brighter, a tad bit shinier. although he advised against them, he knew how important certain indulgences were.

he stood in front of your apartment door with bags of food. he felt a sliver of doubt as he stared at the brown door. he wanted to help, but he didn’t want to make you angry or frustrated. still, he took his chance and knocked on the door with his foot.

he knocked five times, lips turning upwards at the familiar beat. it was something you both had come up with early on in your relationship, a secret code that he’d tap on his heart whenever he missed you.

he heard shuffling on the other side before your voice, slightly breathless and slight annoyed spoke against the door.

“jay,” you sighed out, head leaning against the door. “what are you doing here?”

jay laughed, a goofy smile overtaking his face. it didn’t matter what you said to him, he loved your voice.

“open up, angel. i brought food.”

he didn’t mind having a conversation with a door between the both of you, as it had become a normal occurrence you both during this time of the semester.

jay grinned at your groan and raised an eyebrow as you slowly unlocked the door and pulled it open, a frown on your lips.

his heart began beating faster as you slowly revealed yourself to him. he hadn’t seen you in two days and it was already too much to him. you were so beautiful.

his eyes trailed your body; taking in your eye bags and tired features. his heart warmed when he recognized his shirt and sweatpants on you, knowing you missed him just as much as he missed you.

“jay,” you frowned. “you can’t be here. you promised.”

despite your words, your heart warmed at the sight of him, soft and bright. you wouldn’t admit it, but you were so glad he was here. you had missed him greatly.

instead of answering you, jay pushed past you and smirked to himself when he eyed the dining table, littered with papers just like he knew it would be.

he set the food down on the corner of the table, making sure none of the containers touched any of your work. he slowly turned, taking in your dark apartment. he eyed the candle and smiled when he realized it was the one he had given you all those months ago.

you sighed and shut the door, knowing that there was no way you were getting rid of him now. as he scanned your apartment, you bit your bottom lip, trying to hide the smile that threatened to grace your lips.

jay turned and faced you, a hand on his hip as he raised his eyebrows. he knew you were trying your best to stand your ground, but he didn’t miss the twitch of your hands or your soft smile.

“we should eat while the food is warm, angel.”

feigning annoyance, you crossed your arms. “jay, i have to study. thank you for the food, but i don’t have time right now.”

jay simply stared at you and you felt your hard exterior crumble, wanting nothing more than to eat something other than packaged ramen.

he spreads his arms and tilts his head. you let out a long sigh before shuffling over to him. he gently wraps his arms around you, one hand on your lower back and the other on your neck. you limply wrap your arms around his waist, and breathe him in.

he smells like home; like comfort.

he rubs your back and presses a kiss to your forehead. “take a break, angel. you’ve been studying all day and i promise you that a small break will only help.”

your hold on his waist tightens and he smiles against your waist, glad he had listened to his gut. you both stand there for a few minutes, just holding each other. well, he’s holding you and you’re clinging onto him.

your stomach grumbles and jay laughs as you frown at him. he kisses your cheek and pats your butt, ignoring the way you rolled your eyes.

“go sit, y/n. i’ll grab some plates.”

he unwraps his arms from around you and steps back but you grab the front of his sweater and pull him towards you, smashing his lips against yours, swallowing his noise of surprise.

jay blinks before his hands immediately cup your face, kissing you deeper. he lets you control the pace, glad to be used in any way you want.

you pull away and breathe heavily, smiling at his pursed lips and closed eyes, before pressing a softer kiss to his lips.

“thank you.”

hazily, jay opens his eyes and nods. he’s still trying to taste you in his lips so he doesn’t notice your wide smile. “anything for you, angel.”

you pat his cheek and it snaps him out of the daze your kiss had pulled him in. he blinks and quietly walks to the kitchen, a giddy feeling in his chest.

he finds you sitting on the sofa, organizing the food the way he always does. dry items on one side and everything else on the other.

you smile at him and he’s very glad you’re taking a break. he missed you, and with the way your eyes crinkle, he knows you missed him too.

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[evansbby]

started writing more of my full length sugar daddy Ari fic and I’m so in love with it 🥹💞💓 but omfg it’s gonna be loooong bc I’ve planned multiple smut scenes and there’s a lot of dialogue heavy scenes and of course, plot and drama!!! I’m really just trying to cram everything into this to make it the most self-indulgent, sexiest, smuttiest, daddiest fic everrrr 🫶🏼🫶🏼

[shellibisshe]

I’ve stared at this for like an hour trying to come up with a caption that is not just me yelling but I can’t so. enjoy me yelling. ANYWAYS since January I decided I wanted to get a commission of one of my ships as a graduation present to myself, so I thought it was only natural to get my favorite blorbos ever ms Amara and Delsin. I knew I wanted to commission Emma @red-nightskies again and I’m so happy I did. Emma you genuinely did such an amazing job bring these two to life and I could not be more thankful!!! if you ever thought about commissioning Emma before this is your sign to go for it, I’m so happy with how this turned out and I will be staring at this for the next business week

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[camels-pen]

Hgggggh fic between arcs post timeskip, possibly on the way to Punk Hazard

warning: Usopp having issues related to abundance of food (too much food), self blame

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The crew was running low on food.

Most of the others had their fair share of worries and thinking of their own solutions and Usopp was no different.

Until he was.

The initial announcement- of needing to cut back on snacks, to up the hours and people fishing- it filled Usopp with utter relief.

And the very next moment, a horrible horrible guilt.

He started to question his own intentions, actions.

Had he really tried his best to lure and catch fish? Why did he still agree to sneaking late night snacks with Luffy and Chopper, all those times before? Why did he bother when he hardly ate their pilfered food anyway?

And on and on and on.

Usopp had a feeling the others would try to say it wasn't cut and dry. That there was no easy blame to give, and no point in trying to find it. That maybe he should go easier on himself- or harsher, depending on who he asked. But even trusted voices like these- ones that were so much stronger now than during his time away- were no match for this particular failure. And yet, even though he'd admitted it to himself- that yes, it was a failure and definitely up there as one of his worst- it didn't mean he knew what to do about it.

The brave thing would be to fess up and figure things out with the crew, with Chopper. The cowardly thing- what he actually did- was fall back on old habits, lying and pretending and hoping they didn't see how he was dragging them down, literally killing them the longer he was there.

Workable solutions were hard to come up with, but he did his best to fix things without admitting anything in the meantime. Like making excuses for fishing duty, refusing late night poking in the fridge, that kind of thing. It wasn't exactly hard or suspicious thanks to their current dilemma. Usopp had been trying to fish for most of the days leading up to his excuses, asking for a break didn't seem so unreasonable. And they were already low on food so of course he'd avoid sneaking any more.

He never did come up with something workable, but still they survived until they docked again, ready to restock.

And they restock they did.

Sanji was antsy for a long while about the food getting low- and for some time before his announcement too- and Nami didn't want a repeat either, so she gave him extra shopping money. A good chunk of the purchases were things that would last ages and could be packed in the back of the pantry. Now, Sanji hummed a happy tune, a pep in his step as he put things away.

They'd all noticed how stressed Sanji was when the food started dwindling and the fish weren't biting. Usopp had heard him once, in the galley, tearing up paper and grumbling to himself. Muttering things about how he wasn't on some rock anymore, wasn't a little kid anymore, and he needed to keep it together. How the crew needed him to keep it together.

So Usopp should've been happy, seeing Sanji like that. Seeing him too preoccupied with his task to tone down his smile or the chipper in his voice. To notice he'd forgotten to fix his mussed up hair from countless nights of pulling and tugging at it. To drop the aloof, cool guy persona for a single moment in time, piecing himself back together bit by bit with every ingredient he put away.

Usopp should've been happy.

Instead, he was afraid.

Because with every piece Sanji built himself with, a piece was torn from Usopp's own body in turn, bloody and screaming.

Usopp wasn't afraid of Sanji. Wasn't afraid for him either.

He was afraid of the abundance.

The last time they'd stocked up this much, they were headed to Fishman Island and threw a reunion feast as soon as they could. He was overwhelmed with the euphoria and sense of rightness that filled him up, seeing his friends again. He didn't have the space to spare even the slightest thought to what hid behind the galley door.

And every meal since, Usopp had found comfort in watching Luffy scarf down most of the table himself. Almost like he was eating the danger away. And seeing Luffy do it, well, it helped Usopp finish his own plate. It felt odd- like he was using his captain as a poison tester- but knowing, logically, there was no danger to speak of, it didn't bother him. A rarity, considering the way his mind seemed to constantly twist in on itself.

But while Sanji put away the last of the groceries and Luffy asked for an early lunch, requesting something with meat- while the rest of the crew was lounging on deck, chiming in with their own requests- Usopp could only feel a growing indescribable dread. One framed by vines, ramen rivers, and cake flowers.

The others cheered, startling him. Lunch would be done soon and everyone was headed for the galley.

"Aren't you coming?"

Sandalled feet were in front of him.

The dread surged.

He needed to finish his drawing, he said.

He was making good progress, he pleaded.

He just needed a little more time, he begged.

"Oh."

There was a moment of silence. It dragged on long enough Usopp was sure he would drown under the mounting feeling suffocating his-

"You should eat when you're hungry."

A sharp inhale through a long nose. A pair of large, wobbling lips.

A moment's pause. Then the hat shading his eyes was replaced with another. Tattered, worn, and straw.

There was not another word before those sandals were slapping their way into the galley, the heavy door following behind.

It closed with a thorny snap.

Usopp's sketch pad was pressed to his chest. He scrambled to pull at frayed edges, trying desperately to block the blinding sun with his mangled grip.

His sketch pad fell to his lap.

The page was blank.

Usopp stifled a sob.

[clowningaroundmars]

Hobie1610 pt. 2

after god knows how long (months tho tbh), i am happy to present: hobie1610 part dos! In this installment, we see how Miles eventually rounds right back to Hobie Jones to apologize after pt. 1's gigantic blunder

hope y'all enjoy! :)

>pt. 1 here<

>pt. 3 here<

It was several weeks into the first semester-- with winter just right around the corner-- before Miles finally got around to confronting the little Hobie Problem that he had.

Being laden with pounds upon pounds of assignments to get done before the holidays and then trying to keep up with Spiderman duties on top of it all, managing his parents’ overwhelming expectations once again, and trying to survive as a teenager in general forced his first day blunder onto the back burner for much longer than Miles would have liked.

Sure, his anxiety is a bitch sometimes, and it holds him back from directly addressing a lot of issues in his life, but Rio didn’t raise any neanderthal. Miles knew that when he messed up, he messed up.

Problem is, every time he’s tempted to just reach a hand out to his dimension’s Hobie Br-- Jones, pat his shoulder lightly, pull him into a corner somewhere during lunch maybe, and finally man up and apologize… that’s when some crook starts some problems downtown, or some mad scientist finally snaps somewhere and starts to wreak havoc with crazy gadgets a bit too unnervingly close to his neighborhood.

Or Miles gets back to his dorm room and sees that he has an assignment due the very next day that he hasn’t even had the chance to hop on yet, because of aforementioned crooks and mad scientists.

It was all driving him crazy.

And so now here he was, up on a rooftop in the middle of a chilly fall day, hanging out with his inter-dimensional besties (who he lightheartedly calls the Spider Squad but he hasn’t quite brought that up to them yet).

They were on a lunch break after pummeling and restraining some prisoners-- who somehow got out of the Raft-- that tried to make their way across the Brooklyn Bridge. Miles sure appreciated the help, which was one of the many positives of letting Hobie Brown make dimension watches for everyone, mostly so they could all help another Spider shoulder the burdens that usually befell them.

But the teens-- being teens, of course-- also used their watches to just pop into an open portal and hang out with each other as often as they could. Who could blame them? Being a superhero and a kid was overwhelming most of the time. Sometimes they needed a listening ear or a supportive shoulder to cry on every now and then, and getting the opportunity to chill and explore a whole new world for them was always a thrill.

(Miles himself could never deny the excitement of getting to go to Mumbattan for shopping trips every so often, either.)

So with all of that in mind it was tempting to, after seeing the long and lanky punk Spiderman climb through his own multi-colored portal, ask Hobie if he could go back to New London with him. He needed to get something off of his chest.

Hobie, languidly as ever, hikes a skinny shoulder up in a nonchalant shrug and goes “ye’ sure, mate. Somethin’ up, or?”

Pavitr leans forward from his conversation with Gwen-- the little snoop, goddamnit-- and swallows a particularly big bite of his sandwich. “Oooooh, Miles and Hobie? Alone, in New London? Wow!” He elbows Gwen, who shakes her head and snorts into her bottled juice.

Miles puffs up. “Hey, it’s not like that! We just need to talk. In private. Nothing’s wrong, I uh… I just need some advice. That’s all!”

Hobie’s grin is full of teeth. “Waidaminnit. Miles Morales... Thee Great Miles Morales, needin’ my advice? Interesting!” His freeform locs bob and wiggle teasingly with every movement of his head.

Feeling put on the spot, Miles pouts as he picks at some lint on his spider suit and finishes off his soda as quickly as he can manage.

Gwen, bless her heart, notices his discomfort and scooches closer to him on the rooftop ledge. “… Is everything alright, by the way? It isn’t anything bad, is it?”

Miles glances at her before returning his gaze to the concrete several stories below. “Uhm, nah. Nah, it’s… y’know, it’s just more inter-dimensional weirdness. But I’m sure I can fix it. I think,”

He then shoots her a grateful smile for her considerate check-in, and pulls his mask back down over the lower half of his face. Gwen understands this as his “I’ll be back for another check-in later,” behavior and simply nods back. She knows not to push him.

“Well,” Hobie unfolds himself from his position on some scaffolding on the side of building, straightening himself up to his full height and stretching, “I’m all finished, then. Prob'ly not a good idea to go swingin’ on full stomachs, though. Let’s take a quick walk before headin’ home, yeah?”

Miles grabs Hobie’s hand and helps him hoist himself up over the ledge, and the teens all gather their trash into one plastic bag together. They chatter and slip their masks on as they casually walk down the side of the half-constructed building, finally touching down onto the concrete alleyways and relishing the quiet of an empty block before heading to the congested streets of downtown Brooklyn.

They all eventually bid each other their farewells after a few quick photo ops from excited New Yorkers, but of course not before Pavitr leans into Miles’ ear conspiratorially and whispers: “Let me know how it goes, bro! Good luck!”

Pav punches Miles on the shoulder lightly and winks at him, then he does a backflip into his golden-bright portal and blinks out of existence.

Miles rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “Does he want me and Hobie to be together, or me and you? I can never tell with that guy,” he groans at Gwen, whose shoulders are shaking with badly-concealed laughter.

“I think he just watches too many of those soap operas, honestly. Trashy daytime TV will do that to a guy sometimes.” She quips just as humorlessly.

Miles gives her a sidelong glance and a smirk. “Right. Rots your brain. Poor Pav!”

Gwen and Hobie laugh at that as Gwen pulls up her own portal.

“I’m thinkin’ we need t’ stage an intervention, really.” Hobie adds.

“Yes, and soon,” Miles points out.

“I’ll see what I can do to pull him away from those shows, but you know how his aunt is,” Gwen snorts. “Plus, I’m pretty sure Pav is just a huge romantic anyways, soaps or no soaps.”

“When I’ve got relationship issues, I guess I know the guy to go to, then,” Miles shrugs, then throws Gwen a casual salute goodbye.

She stands in front of white and multi-colored splotches of watercolor floating out from her dimensional portal as she salutes Miles back, giving Hobie a quick wave. “Let me know how your little inter-dimensional weirdness problem goes too, Miles! Talk to us in the groupchat every once in a while!”

And like that, she’s gone.

So now Hobie and Miles were left alone together.

Standing in the middle of a dirty alleyway on a cold autumn afternoon wasn’t Miles’ exact definition of a good time, though… why wasn’t Hobie opening his own portal right now? Miles turns his mask’s gigantic white eyes up to his dimensional variant (and boy was that a weird thing to think about when Hobie brought that up one day during a Spider Sleepover at Gwen’s) and gives him a pointed stare.

Hobie’s own painted eyes meet his.

“So…” Miles says.

“So…” Hobie says, his grin evident in his voice.

“Are we or are we not going back to yours?” Miles stuck his fists on his hips impatiently.

“First,” Hobie says as he holds up a long skinny finger, “I gotta know what this is about. ‘Cause we all know you, Miles. I don’t wanna enable any avoidant behaviors, mate. You know how it is.”

“What?!” Miles throws up his hands in the air. “Dude! SO not cool! You are not my dad.”

Hobie shakes his head. “You know I’m right, though. This ain’t about your parents, is it?”

Goddamn Hobie and his parental instincts. When is this guy ever going to get off of mom duty?

Miles huffs. “No, Hobie. It’s not. Look. I just, uh… if you don’t wanna go back to your dimension, then can we get away from like… this area in general, please?”

Hobie hummed in thought, then shrugged and shot a web up to a nearby street lamp. Together, the two Spidermen swung through the concrete jungle that was earth-1610’s New York City until they ended up somewhere near the Financial District in Manhattan, happening upon a sort of indoor rooftop terrace party that a bunch of corporate yuppie-looking people were enjoying behind giant glass windows. A few of those yuppies were out onto the actual rooftop smoking and talking amongst themselves in the cold while the party bumped along behind them.

The sun was setting quickly, and darkness descended upon both Spiderman as they scaled a nearby building and sat on a water tank to secretly watch the party from a little ways away. Miles took solace in the dark most times, and drank up the view of what few stars could be seen in the New York City skyline.

The clouds were scarce on this particular fall evening, so the red and yellow hues on the horizon were completely uninterrupted. Miles’ dimension took on an almost ethereal glow sometimes, and during this time of day, he was more than grateful for it.

Hobie was silent as he watched the sun set alongside Miles, until the entire city was enshrouded in darkness and the stars of the cosmos seemed to have fallen from the heavens and landed right onto the buildings and bridges laid out all before them. Lights from cars making their nightly rounds and tall buildings glittered all around them, and just beyond the skyscrapers, bits of the Upper Bay could be seen shimmering and reflecting the glittery light right back.

It was breathtaking. Beautiful.

But time was running out. They couldn’t sit here and watch the scenery and the people from several hundred feet away forever. Miles also knew Hobie had stuff to deal with in his own world, a million miles away from anything he could ever know. With a world-weary sigh, Miles finally takes his mask off fully and winds it up and around his hands, over and over.

“Your problem botherin’ you that much, Mi?” Hobie grins at his friend, taking his own mask off and running a hand through his locs.

“It’s just… I…” Miles chews on the inside of his cheek, wondering how to proceed.

It really was a weird problem to have, all things considered. There aren't many instances where someone pisses off a dimensional variant of their friend, and they have another version of that very same friend right by their side to ask how to even go about fixing the rift they caused in the first place.

“It’s just that I... like… I messed up pretty badly, right? And I know it’s totally my fault,” Miles is speaking quickly now, bottled up words now spilling forth like water, “but my anxiety started spiking up randomly out of nowhere and I just blew it, man. I wasn’t really thinking. Well, actually, I was. I was overthinking but I didn’t really mean to leave this guy hanging for so long afterwards and--”

Hobie throws a leg over his other one, propping himself onto an arm and leaning back to face Miles. “Okay. Okay, Miles, that’s cool. Thanks for the disclaimer, bruv, but we’re gonna have to start from the beginning.” He chuckles.

Miles laughs nervously. “Right, right. Yeah,” he takes a breath, licks his lips and tries again.

“So… on my first day of school I bumped into… you. I mean, not you, I mean like my dimension’s version of you.”

Hobie raised a pierced brow. “Wait, there’s another me here, too?”

“Yeah, yeah and I just almost crashed right into-- wait.” Miles’ brain took a second to buffer. “What do you mean too?”

“Ehhh, we found another me in some odd dimension or another. Y’know, like, one of those ones we don’t go to often. It was whatever,” Hobie shrugs casually.

Miles had a couple of questions about that but he decided to stick to the topic and not get distracted for now. “... Right, cool. So yeah, I almost crashed into you at Visions, except it wasn’t you.”

Hobie nodded. “You almost crashed into Not Me. Got it.”

“… Because I was late for class and not really, uh, thinking. Like at all. But it was you, you know what I mean? Not You is super bad at directions and navigating buildings, I guess, so I helped him out. Annddd I guess he wanted to be my friend afterwards, but.”

“Mhmm,” Hobie hums, in a tone that sounded a lot like him saying go on, then.

“Did you, uh… did you know your name is Jones sometimes?” Miles scratches at his ear awkwardly. “Hobie Jones, not Hobie Brown. It was weird when I found out, because another student said his full name and so that’s how I found out in the first place,”

Hobie inhales. “Hmm! Interesting. Dunno that I like the sound of that, if we’re gonna be honest here. Doesn’t really roll off the tongue the same, I think. But alright. Why’s that so important?”

“Uhhh,”

Hm. Shit. This was the part Miles dreaded getting to in the first place.

How was he going to put into words the weird dread that befell him upon learning that this Jones character might very well be this dimension’s version of his MJ? How could he possibly explain the thrilling electricity that races up and down his spine everytime he totally does not think about dating, kissing, possibly even having children with this other Hobie? How was he going to get that across to this super-cool, super-hot, super-put-together version of him?

Speaking those kinds of words out loud right to Hobie’s chiseled face made Miles slightly nauseous. He opted to circumnavigate that little problem altogether.

“Listen, don’t ask, okay? Seriously, man, I’m not playin’. Buuuut… if I pissed you off real bad, how would. Like, how could I make it up to you, theoretically speaking?”

Hobie exhaled a laugh. Miles could see his bright grin even in the low lighting of the night. “Huh? How’d you go from helpin’ Not Me out to pissin’ ‘im off all of the sudden? We’re missin' a step there, Milesie. C’mon now,”

Miles laughed too. “Ho-biieee, I already told you, man!” He hated how whiny he sounded, but this really wasn’t the time. “You cannot ask me about it!”

Hobie tossed his head like a horse. “Oh my god, mate. I can’t give ya solid advice when I don’t even know what the hell I’m givin’ advice for. I gotta know what happened, bruv, what’d ya do?”

“Just--! Ugh,” Miles deflated. “I maybe sorta... ditched him all of a sudden. Like, out of nowhere. When he, uh, when he needed me.”

Hobie’s glittering eyes bore holes into Miles’ hot face. “Mhmm? Why for?”

“Hobie, for the love of all that is good in the world, just--! Throw me a bone, here, man. I am dying of embarrassment right now!” He buried his face in his hands as Hobie rocked back with laughter.

“Why’d ya ditch ‘im?! That doesn’t sound like ya, Mi. Sounds like a real wick thing, but not a Morales thing to do. C’mon, what did Not Me say to you? You can pretend I’m him and I’ll apologize an’ everything.”

“No no no no, Hobie you don’t get it,” Miles sighed. “He didn’t do or say anything. That’s the thing. I just… I freaked out I guess, when I looked up his name and saw that he was a super accomplished model and everything. He’s got thousands of followers on Flickstagram, even. But I just…! I dunno what my brain was doing to me, once I saw that. I guess I just had a mini panic attack and just… bounced. Then, obviously I had tons of homework and Spiderman stuff to deal with, so ever since then, we’ve just been avoiding each other in the halls and I haven’t had any time to even tell him anything. I really messed up, man.”

Hobie was unnervingly silent as he thought for a good minute. The night had really fallen thick onto the city and the temperatures were dropping fast. Miles could barely see his own breath clouding in front of him or even Hobie’s face now that the darkness completely enshrouded them both, and it made him a little nervous.

“So…” Miles prodded carefully.

“Super accomplished model and everything, eh?” Hobie quietly asked after a little while. Miles couldn’t see Hobie’s expression, but he could hear the rhythmic rubbing of fabric against fabric as Hobie rubbed at his arm with a gloved hand.

“Uhhyup.” Miles confirmed.

“Hm. Utterly fascinated now, mate. Tell me more about this other me, then. He cool like me, or a total neurotic space cadet?”

Miles rubbed the back of his neck. “I mean, I can’t tell you much. We haven’t gotten to talk much. I guess you can be the judge, here’s his social media here...”

He then pulls his phone out of a recently-added pocket he found the time to sew onto his suit, taking inspiration from his mother’s own yoga leggings that she got as a birthday gift a few months before. The fact that spandex was able to hold so much but still stay so snug against your body was nothing short of a modern miracle, in Miles’ opinion. He was grateful for it now as he unlocked his phone and tapped on Hobie M. Jones’ page right out of the search history on his phone’s Flickstagram app.

Once he hands his phone to his friend, he has to resist the urge to suck in a breath as he watches the bright light from his screen illuminate Hobie’s features in ways he’s never seen before.

Hobie takes a second to scroll for a bit and Miles watches as the light plays across his features with just a bit more rapt attention than he normally would. Must be getting late, and Miles’ brain has historically been known not to work very well when he was tired.

Then, Hobie handed the phone back to Miles and folded his arms across his knees.

“Interesting, interesting,” was all he muttered. Thankfully, he did not comment on the “M. Jones” part of the username.

Miles tried lightening the mood. “Let me guess. You hate him because he’s not a fascist-fighting punk like you, huh.”

“I can’t be th’ judge of that, Miles. You know social media ain’t real life, and all that just looked like his portfolio to me, if we’re gonna be honest.” He checked his spiked bracelet in the light of Miles’ lit up screen. “I think that this other me doesn’t really feel too comfortable openin’ up and lettin’ other people see who he really is, though. So if you do go off an’ apologize to ‘im, I don’t think it’ll be very easy to gain his trust back.”

“Hold on,” Miles shakes his head and tucks his phone away again. “You got all that from looking at his Flicksta for not even a minute? How do you even know all of that?”

“’Cause he’s me, bruv. I know that look on his face, on those candids. Even them professional shots look… like, well, I dunno how t’ explain it. I guess it’s just sort of like--”

“If you know, you know?” Miles puts in.

“Mm,” Hobie smiles and nods. “Yep. That. He’s… withdrawn. Held back. I ‘unno… doesn’t seem like he has many friends.”

Miles sits back to think about the distant and carefully-put together mask that Hobie Jones slipped onto his face back when an annoying student butted into their conversation just before 2nd period that fateful day. Not to mention how famous he seemed, that the whole school wanted to pull him into a million different directions just for some selfies and autographs in general…

“He’s famous. He has a billboard up near the school, even,” Miles says without thinking.

“That explains it, then.”

Miles thought aloud for a bit. “He told me that I was the only person in the world who didn’t look at him like he was made out of solid gold. Hmmm,”

“Right then. That’s a start, eh?”

Miles sighed. “I-if… if someone who you thought could be like, your only friend in the whole world. Your only real friend… if that person abandoned you out of nowhere, with no explanation… how would I go about making it up to you?”

Hobie doesn’t comment on the phrasing of that question, either. He lays a warm hand on Miles’ cold shoulder and squeezes.

“Listen, Mi. You’re real special, you already know that. If he liked ya enough to wanna be your friend the very same day you two met, then I bet you can come up with somethin’ that’ll stick eventually. That being said… a little food ain’t never hurt no one.”

They stare at each other in the dark for a second.

“Uh, what?” Miles asks.

“Y’know. Like a peace offering. Bring ‘im a peace offering, make your apology, and then leave the poor kid alone. Let ‘im sorta… well, let ‘im kinda just chase you a little bit, right?”

Miles’ brow was raised high now. “What, like. Just leave some food and a note for him at lunch or something? Dude, that is so lame!”

“It’s about the mystique, mate. Trust me. Gotta keep the intrigue up, don’t crowd him too much or else you’ll scare man away, right? I hate when people grovel at my feet if I’m gonna be dead honest with ya. Don’t make too much of a big deal of it, and he just might forgive ya. You two'll be holdin' hands in no time,”

“Is that it? Is it really that easy?” Miles was skeptical.

Hobie shrugs and removes his hand from Miles’ shoulder. “Hell if I know, but if he’s anything like me, it just might work. Just be prepared to take it on the chin if he doesn’t forgive you in the end, though. Gettin’ ditched like that with no warning’s a bit hard on someone who’s never had any friends to lean on in the first place.”

Made sense to Miles. He shrugged, nodded, and then had only one question left to ask.

“… Cool. Got it. So, uh. What kinda food do you like, anyways?”

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And that was how Miles ended up making a quick run (swing, really) over to his favorite Jamaican store for a dinner plate with some beef patties thrown in during the next day’s lunch period.

He couldn’t afford to be seen by security, so he suited up at his usual place on the rooftop of the school and sailed down to retrieve his peace offering as quickly as he could before lunch was over.

What luck, that he had the same lunch as Hobie Jones! Made this whole run a pretty easy thing to do at all, which was always a bonus.

Once he made his way back to the school, he hurriedly stuffed his mask back into his bag and practically jumped back into his uniform, not even taking the time to stop and check if his suit was properly hidden. No time for that, when the period was almost over and he hadn’t even gotten a bite to eat for himself.

Miles also took the time to write up what he hoped was a sufficiently appropriate apology note the previous night after getting back to his dorm room at a late hour, and he tucked that into the crinkled paper bag as carefully as he could manage. A grease-stained apology note was definitely not a cool thing to receive, especially from someone who wronged you out of nowhere and wasn’t even man enough to say that apology to your face.

He arranged everything as best he could while flying down several flights of stairs down to the cafeteria.

Once Miles pushes past the double doors into the large cafeteria area, he feels the tightness in his chest and the heat radiating from his gut outwards intensify more as he gets closer to his target.

It takes a bit of wandering to finally spot Hobie, but then Miles sees him: sat at a table near the center of the room. He’s surrounded by a bunch of fake friends all talking loudly over one another and trading phones over their meals. Hobie Jones himself looks forlorn even when in the middle of a group, surrounded on all sides by bodies he doesn’t even look directly at, even when he turns his head slightly to speak to them.

Well, shit.

Miles was not expecting Hobie to have fallen into so large a group of friends so soon. He spotted the same girl who pulled him aside for a selfie that one time sat at the same table, and her and her little posse were just gossiping loudly about any and everyone.

Miles found his feet stuck to the floor upon finally laying eyes on the scene.

Ugh. God. A bunch of preps poking their noses into his and Hobie’s business while probably begging to read the very private note that Miles wrote for him was absolutely not anywhere in his list of things he’d like to experience today.

So Miles did a sudden about-face and walked away quickly, before he was even spotted.

Plan B was set in motion, then: give the bag over to Hobie before the next period.

Miles always dreaded the class he and Hobie shared right after lunch. The awkwardness subsided after a while, since it was kinda hard to feel so bad about The Incident when the entire class had to cram for quizzes and do research for essays, but the pit in Miles’ stomach as he purposefully averted his gaze away from that corner of the room was never easy to ignore.

But now, after weeks of gloom and doom, Miles found himself actually being excited for the bell to ring. He quietly made his way upstairs to the top level and slipped into the classroom as gracefully as he could manage.

Sure, he was nervous as hell about it all, at the end of the day. But he wanted this little problem that’s been put away for far too long to just… finally be done and over with. If for nothing else, he just wanted one less student at Visions hating his guts, really.

He placed the paper bag onto Hobie’s chair and scooted it underneath the desk to hide it from the rest of the classroom. The last thing he needed was some other nosy student swiping it up and rifling through the contents before Hobie could see it.

Miles ate part of his sandwich in the peace and quiet of the classroom, enjoying what precious little minutes he had until the bell rang and everyone-- including the teacher-- filed in to start the class’s lessons of the day.

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Miles’ simple plan was a success, just as his buddy Hobie Brown had predicted.

Hobie Jones had read the note quietly in his corner of the room and hastily shoved the dinner plate into his backpack soon after.

Miles didn’t know if that meant he was forgiven or not, but at least he took the (probably cold) food with him and read the note without tearing it up into a million pieces, so at least Miles had that going for him.

There was one last step to really clinch the victory, though; an invitation to meet up at the rooftop later that day, before the last bell finally rung and let all of the kids out of the school for the day. Miles still had a lot to get off his chest that he couldn’t quite lay down on paper, and he needed to properly apologize to Hobie’s face to finally put his conscience at ease.

Whether or not Hobie took the invitation was left up in the air, really.

Miles made sure to try and get a head start so he could make it up there before Hobie could, but he made sure to add “be up at the rooftop by 3:30pm if you’re coming or I’m bouncing” to the end of the note, because as much as he wanted to make amends with his dimension’s Hobie, he was not going to let petty school drama get in the way of Spiderman-ing.

Miles was a man of standards, and he held himself to some level of professionalism, thank you very much!

It was cold that day, very cold.

Miles was lowkey regretting his decision to meet outside now as he tucked his chin deeper into his big puffer jacket, warming his hands with his warm breath before shoving them into his pockets.

He hoped Hobie had gotten used to getting around the hallways a bit more now, and that he could find his way up to the roof level without becoming completely lost and just giving up entirely.

As the minutes crawled by, Miles found himself unlocking and locking his phone multiple times, checking the time, checking for any notifications to distract himself, and wondering just why he decided on the roof to meet instead of, say, his dorm room hallway or whatever.

Then, the roof access door slowly swung open, and there stood Hobie M. Jones in all his six-foot-something glory.

Miles sucked in his breath as Hobie’s big brown eyes scanned the roof and fell upon his face, and the both of them stood rooted to their spots for a split second like deer in headlights.

Then Hobie grunted, tugged at his ponytail to let it loose, and his long dreads fell all around his face in one graceful movement. Miles felt his mouth go dry.

Miles’ feet moved on their own. They met in the middle, and a strong wind rushed through to tousle Hobie’s impressive locs some more as they both stared each other down.

Miles finally opened his mouth to speak, feeling his voice catching in his throat for a split second, before being interrupted anyways.

“You don’t need to apologize,” Hobie says quickly, tucking his own chin into his expensive-looking jacket’s collar as well.

Miles’ brain bluescreened. “Wait, wha?”

Hobie huffed out a laugh, the vapors of his breath being carried away in the chilly wind like dandelion seeds. “I’m being serious, man. It’s… it’s cool, honestly. I get why you ditched me. It happens all the time,”

Miles’ heart sinks. “N-no, Hobie, look. I really messed up and I felt like I had to-- wait, what do you mean all the time?”

Miles had a sweeping feeling of déja vu overcome him then.

Hobie chuckled ruefully, shrugging as he shoves his hands deeper into his own pockets, mirroring Miles. “I mean, like… you think you’re the only one who ever ran for the hills after seeing how famous I was? It just happens. That’s my life, I guess.”

Miles’ lower lip stuck out a bit. “But that’s… dude. That is so depressing!”

Hobie shook his head, tossing a loc out of his face. “Sure, but it’s… it’s just my life. It’s just how things are when you’re a model around here.”

They looked sadly into each other’s eyes before Hobie averts his gaze to his shoes, scuffing the toe on the roof floor for a second before looking back up and continuing.

“… You, uhm. How’d you… how’d you know that I like Jamaican food, though? I’ve never told anyone about that before. Nobody but my family, anyways.”

“Uhh, lucky guess?” Miles offers him a lopsided grin.

Hobie smiles for real this time, the corners of his eyes crinkling just like his earth-138 counterpart. “You really are a weird guy, just like you said before. What else did you want to tell me, before we both gotta bounce?”

Miles gaped at him like a fish. “You… you have to let me apologize, though. Like actually. Before we both have to go.”

Hobie nodded. “Okay. I’m all ears,”

Miles took a deep breath. “I…!" His voice caught in his throat for a second. "Uh. Do you wanna maybe… hang out, like outside of school sometime? Maybe grab some more Jamaican food from my favorite place?”

Hobie looks at him with an unreadable expression on his face. “You… that’s your apology?”

Miles sighed. “I’m bad at conflict management, man. Just let me treat you to some more lunch and then… maybe we can just let this whole thing go, yeah? You won’t ever have to talk to me again after this, I promise!”

“You are seriously sending me mixed signals here,” Hobie says. But he doesn’t seem opposed to the idea.

“I know, I know! But please, just humor me, man. We can do it this weekend, even. I just… feel like a total dick after what I did and I wanna be able to actually make it up to you.”

Hobie directs his shy smile back down to the ground. “Jesus,” he mutters.

Miles holds his palms forward. “What? Is that a no?”

Hobie laughs, full and bright and it-- fuck-- it fills Miles with a dizzying thrill that makes him laugh, too!

“Fine… but if you ditch me again this time, you asshole--” Hobie grabs the front of Miles’ jacket and yanks it towards him, putting the both of them closer together and making a complete heatwave roll through Miles’ nerves, “I will-- uh,”

Miles doesn’t register why Hobie stops speaking all of a sudden until his eyes slowly follow down to what he’s looking at, and then both of their hearts stop at the same time.

In Miles’ earlier haste to jump into his clothing after his meal run, he forgot to button a few buttons on his shirt, which left his very visibly black and red suit out in the open with just one small yank of his coat’s zipper. The top of his red spider emblem shone bright against the dark spandex.

For a second, the world stopped. The wind stopped blowing, the cars down below stopped honking, Miles stopped breathing.

Then, he hastily took a step back and cleared his throat, hoping against hope that Hobie would not recognize the spider suit so easily.

“S-so, yeah? You’ll go? I, uh, promise I won’t stand you up if you do. We can, uhm. Exchange numbers if you want--” here, Miles starts fumbling around his pockets for his phone, a device that he clung onto like a lifeline moments ago now almost completely forgotten in the excitement of the situation.

Hobie swallows and takes a step back also. “Y-yeah… yeah, sure. Let’s uhm. Let’s link up later, then.”

Miles lets Hobie input his digits into his contact list, and then bids him farewell.

“I’ll text you later, okay? Gotta go now, bye!”

Miles almost wants to throw himself off the roof of the school just to land on the concrete sidewalks below with a splat. A flattened spider. It’s what he deserves, honestly.

But he swallows his embarrassment and rushes down the stairs towards his own dorm room, instead.

He seriously, seriously hopes Hobie didn't recognize his spider suit, goddamn!

Once Miles gets to his room, he sags against the door with a sigh and shrugs off his puffer jacket. Then, he fishes his phone out of the jacket’s pocket and flicks the screen on, which now has Hobie Jones’ digits input into it under the name of “MJ (from Visions)”.

Miles throws himself into his and Ganke’s shared computer chair and twirls over to the window.

It’s Miles. I am not ditching you this time, PROMISE, he sends over to the number.

A few minutes later, he gets a response and his stomach flutters with the chime.

You better not, Hobie playfully teases. I know where you sleep…

A few more knife emojis accompany the texts and Miles laughs out loud. Then he bites his lip.

Fuck… damn. This really is earth-1610’s version of MJ, huh. The name beamed straight into his eyeballs from where it sat right at the top of his messages and it continued to haunt him as he got his laptop out for the night to finally make some more leeway on his English essay.

Miles went to bed that night dreaming of him and a red-headed Hobie Jones holding Mayday.

[glossysoap]

random thought: Tf141 group bonding orgies have absolutely happened. Soap is usually the one they all sort of gang up on, but what if to spice it up they switch things around? Imagine Simon reluctantly agreeing to be held down while Gaz rails him, Price jerks him off, and Soap gets to fuck his mouth? 🫣

-anon👹

all i can add to this is that i’m absolutely injecting that concept into my poly 141 au that’s coming up. I PROMISE. and that’s including reader too >:))

[thestars-shinebright]

Intro!!! (Remade!)

Requests Are: Open!

Hello, and Mabuhay!

My name is Luna, and I'm a fanfic writer!

DNI if you are:

Homophobic, transphobic, terf, pr0sh1p, pr0-para, a z00/p3d0phile, and other DNI criteria.

Please be kind!

Let me tell you a bit about myself!

I'm 14-years-old!

I use all pronouns, and I'm asexual and biromantic!

I love cats, BABYMETAL, CG5, Dawko, Christmas, chocolate, and sleeping!

I am Filipino-American!

A lot of what I write for is silly little fixations of mine! <3

Let me tell you about what I'll write for!

These are the fandoms I will write for:

Undertale

Deltarune

Friday Night Funkin' (along with the Garcello and Hex mods!)

Five Nights at Freddy's

Bendy and the Ink Machine

KinitoPET

and I will also write for the SCP Foundation! Below is the list of characters I will write for!

Dr. Jack Bright/Elias Shaw (I do not support his creator.)

Dr. Alto Clef

Dr. Charles Ogden Gears

Dr. Agatha Rights

Dr. Benjamin Kondraki

SCP-035

SCP-049

Professor Kain Pathos Crow (only platonically!)

SCP-166 (only platonically!)

Dr. Theron Sherman

and I'll maybe try to write for an MTF or O5 member if it's ever requested!

I'll write for any genre:

Comfort, fluff, angst, etc., just not smut!

I am asexual and a minor, and most importantly, I pride myself on my works being safe for my fellow asexuals to read!

This is not gatekeeping! Allosexual people are free to read my works and interact with my page!

As a repulsed asexual person, I have always struggled with finding stuff I was comfortable with reading, so I hope to help out those who may have the same issue!

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[romeactivelycries]

Note: First post 😳😳😳 Sorry if this is bad yall i literally havent written for like 3 years and its proofread by me myself and I but inspired by Angel ep 2x9 angel goes undercover and you walking in on a meeting with demons

Pairing: Angel x Reader

Request: Nopee

Gender: Hopefully neutral 🤞 (lemme know if i fucked up)

Warnings: 18+, some biting and blood but nothing crazy just like vampires u know 🥴

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A yawn broke your daze as you glance over at Wesley turning the page to some demon grimore, hand covering his mouth as he glances at Cordy filing her nails instead of the papers in front of her. This awful torture had lasted all morning and well into the afternoon, research and books and files and guess what? Even more research!!

Groaning you slam your book closed, folding your arms on top of it and laying your head down on them as you mumble out a string of profanities and grievances to no one in particular.

“Got anything?” Wesley grumbles closing his own book and pushing it aside in favor of his now cold cup of tea.

“Just a headache,” you whine. You guys were trying to find out what powers were being held inside an amulet the demon of the week was wearing. It had given him enough strength to take out you, Gunn, and Wesley, he probably would have killed you all if Cordy didn’t have a vision leading Angel to drive by and pick you up. So now he was out scouting for the demons while the research led to dead end after dead end.

“I think I might go for a walk, maybe get us coffee,” you headed towards the doors grabbing your pager off the charging dock and shrugging on your jacket.

“Oo yes! Coffee sounds perfect!” Cordelia perked up, looking at Wesley who nodded in agreement. “Two mochas please!”

You move to open the front door when everyone’s pagers go off, glancing down you all read the message from Angel. It’s a location and the name of the amulet you’ve been searching for information on.

“We can finally focus our research! This is great, Cordelia can you-“ Wesley glances over at you looking at the pager and then meeting your eyes, he instantly knew. “Y/n don’t-“

You smile, running out the front door before he got the chance to tell you not to rush in head first. You were tired of the research, it was time to meet up with Angel.

By the time you reached the location it was nightfall. There was a hidden door in the alley between a nightclub and a liquor store, a brick wall amongst the cobblestone one, and when you knocked three times it slid open. Almost too easy.

As you walked through the door slide closed behind you and various half-burned candles were illuminating the staircase you descended. Looking around the small room you see 5 demons sitting around a table, one by one looking up at you.

Perhaps you had made a slight mistake.

“Look what we have here boys,” One of them begins to say, you glance over at them and see the amulet hanging around their neck. At least you were at the right place?

The demons all move to lunge at you, but before they get the chance the one sitting closest to you stands, chair shrieking as it scraps across the floor.

“This one’s mine,” He’s at your side before you can even blink. Angel. You open your mouth to say something but his eyes warn you not to as his face contorts into its vampiric appearance and he smiles, making a big show for the audience behind you. “Scream for us now.”

You feel his teeth before you even register them pricking into your neck, body paralyzed in fear as Angel moans at the taste of your blood on his tongue. Your eyes fill with tears as your body goes cold, the demons behind you grinning as they cheer him on, yet you can’t hear a sound. It’s almost pleasant to feel it all slip away, as Angel holds you in his arms, withdrawing his teeth as he gently guides you to the floor.

“Stay here, pretend to be dead please.” His voice is a stark contrast to the one he was putting on before as he turns back the demons.

Everything after is a haze, you remember seeing him tear the amulet from the first guy and putting it on himself, before turning to slay the rest of the demons. You can feel his arms wrap around you as he pulls you against his chest, whispering apologies and sweet words as he carries you through the night back to the motel.

You wake up to a train passing by, the horn blaring you from the warm comfort of sleep into the cold of night. Your hand finds its way to your neck, gently gliding over the mark left by Angel’s teeth as your memories flood back to you. Sitting up, you quickly slid out of bed and down the hall, your hands gliding along the walls and wooden doors. You had to see him, see Angel.

213, 215, 217.

You twist the knob, finding the door unlocked as you open it. Angel is sitting in his chair in the corner, turning from looking at the window to you as you close the door behind you. You both go to speak at the same time, saying each other’s name, and he motions for you to go first.

“Angel, I-“ you don’t even know what to say. Thank you? It’s okay? I’m sorry?

“I know,” he moves from his spot by the window over to you, reaching for your hand and gently pulling you to sit with him on the foot of the bed.

His hand trails up to your neck, brushing his fingers along the marks, closing his eyes and leaning his head against yours.

“Do you wanna do it again,” your voice is soft and it snaps him out of his trance as he just looks at you mouth agape, eyes flitting between back and forth between yours. “I want you to, if you want to, but if you don’t I understand-“

His fangs cut you off as they sink into your neck again. That pleasurable pinch of teeth against skin as he laps at the blood that pools there. It’s more gentle this time, more angelic, he rubs soothing circles on your shoulder and pulls back after such a short taste.

“I’m sorry,” he begins, just the faintest whisper as his lips hover near yours. Cradling his face with your hand, your bring your thumb up to his lips swiping away the remains of your blood that stained the corners of his mouth.

It’s as if your on autopilot as he opens his mouth slightly to capture your thumb, his eyes never leaving yours as he sucks and swirls his tongue around it. When you pull your thumb free, there’s just a brief moment where the world stops turning. The air is still and you can both hear your heartbeat. Once. Twice.

His lips are on yours as it skips the next beat, hands tugging at your sides as he pulls you to straddle him. You gasp at the sudden movement letting him take control of the kiss, sliding his tongue into your mouth and moaning as you entangle with one another. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding onto him as his kisses trail down your cheek and neck, bruising a path leading to his bite.

You both know it can’t go further, that it’s already gone too far, but neither can let go as he pulls you in to another intoxicating kiss. You rock your hips against him, feeling his hard on pressing against your sweet spot as you continue to roll your hips and moan into his mouth. He responds with the same urgency, hands tugging at your waist as he grinds up into you, soft moans escaping from his lips.

“Angel,” your voice is a broken whimper as you continue to press into him, trying to get as close as you possibly can. You feel his body shake and writhe the way yours does as you desperately grind against one another. “Please.”

Your not even sure what you’re asking for, but he takes it as an invitation to bite down on your neck once more and he pulls you down against him, rutting up into you as he openly moans and whines against your neck, desperately sucking and biting at whatever he can find. Your hands find their way to the nape of his neck and tangle in his hair pulling his head back as you both see stars, lazily falling back onto the bed and panting against one another.

“You’re not gonna go all crazy town on me now right?” Although you’re mostly joking there’s a hint of concern lacing your words as you pull back gently to look Angel in the eyes.

“I guess since my dick stayed in my pants we’re good,” he pants out, smiling down at you before his face contorts into one of concern.

You sit up, hand pressed against his chest as he continues to stare at you, “What is it you’re scaring me.”

“I fear Cordy and Wesley might think the opposite.” He gestures to the small mirror on the desk across from his bed and you rush over to it, catching your reflection your eyes go wide at the state of your neck. It almost looks like a rabid dog attacked you the way it’s covered in bite marks and bruises, no amount of make up would be able to cover this up.

Turning back around to him you offer a small smile and bite at your lower lip trying to think of a solution before an idea pops into your head and your smile turns into a grin. “I hear turtle necks are in right now!”

[angelmichelangelo]

2003 donnie is so funny because he’s like “im a pacifist:) im a peaceful turtle” and then as soon as he thinks usagi is the one that poisoned leo during the battle nexus champion he’s like “stay away from him. don’t touch him. don’t even look at him. i am 5 feet of pure absolute unadulterated rage”

[running-with-kn1ves]

5k celebration event Wahoo!--Requests open

ok I'm a LITTLE early but it's my spring break sO it's the only time I really have to write. Requests + sentence character prompts are gonna be open and answered ALL week and CLOSE march 9th, Friday 12:00 EST!

This event basically means u can send in an unlimited amount of requests/character prompts and I will do my best to answer all of them!

Requests/prompts can be:

NSFT or SFT

Yandere/non yandere

a monster/creature, a Fandom character, or one of my own little guys/gals!

A random scenario

Sentence prompts are essentially a character with a sentence/scenario type. Some examples may include:

"You look so pretty tied up like this."

"Just let me take care of you, why are you so stubborn?!"

"Will you stay with me tonight..? I don't want to be alone."

--Followed by the character/creature you'd like with it

Fandom list I write for can be found here! (If u don't see one just ask and I'll lyk if I know it well enough to write :D)

So, req to your hearts content! I prefer those with scenario/sentence prompts if possible but it's open to anything!

[easyaesthetics]

Read it here!

[screams-in-writing]

While ao3 is straightening out its login stuff, I’m in the mood to do some bits of writing, so if there’s something mr puzzles related you want to read (x reader or not) I’ll add it to my to-do list for the day after work. Got the snippet of that angst almost done, so that’ll go up sometime soon too.