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(There's a prequel now)
[AU Masterpost]
So some of Kokichi's beta designs have heterochromia and I know I'm not the first to raise the possibility he wears a color contact to hide it, but has anyone done this joke yet
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twinkle-art · 3 months
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ephemeral is the flesh
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dwobbitfromtheshire · 5 months
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Steve invited Eddie to hang with him. Of course, Keith called as soon as Eddie arrived.
Steve: *hanging up the phone* Goddamnit! Keith needs me to cover his shift for a couple of hours, and he brought up Spring Break. Are you going to be okay here?
Eddie: Yeah, man, go.
Steve: Just make yourself at home.
2 HOURS LATER . . .
Steve: Eddie?! Why the hell are there boxes everywhere?!
Eddie: *hollering down the stairs* You said to make myself at home!
Steve: So, you moved in?! *running up the stairs* Into MY room?
Eddie: *Grinning* OUR room.
Steve: *hands on his hips* I have to say this is a really weird move.
Eddie: Robin said that if I was serious about you that I had to make a really big gesture.
Steve laughed and launched himself at Eddie.
Steve: I think you might have overdone it, Teddy. *kissed his nose* But I love it. . .roomie.
Suddenly, a pair of footsteps pounded up the stairs.
Wayne: Boy! Did I just hear correctly that Steve had no clue you were moving in?!
Eddie: Oops.
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pcktknife · 9 months
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these four
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haruhar-u · 5 months
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“A rose upon you”
Rook x g/n reader, fluff
A/N: damn this is finished earlier than I thought it’s be finished. I did struggle to write his dialogue so I apologize if it’s ooc
edited but not beta read
The first day, it was a red rose that smells vaguely of apples. Then it was a box of your favourite chocolates. The rose had a velvety garnet bow with gold trim around the edges. In gold embroidery was the initial "R.H." Seriously, who is this admirer of yours? You sat on the couch in Ramshackle’s lounge, holding the two items in your hands. Oh, Ace was there too. Your flaming tuna cat and Deuce were out buying snacks at Sam’s. 
"Oooh,” Ace cooed at you in a teasing manner, almost like when in elementary school a boy and a girl get called to the board together, or even in the same group, for that matter.
“Shut up.” You elbowed Ace in the ribcage, not hard enough to hurt him, but hard enough for him to get the message at least. You looked closely at the ribbon around the rose, softly tracing your finger over the embroidered initials. Ugh. Everything this person did made your heart race. You weren’t even sure you could think straight.
“Yo, look.” Ace pointed out the embroidered initials. "Obviously, that could be Rook Hunt…..he’s the only one crazy enough to do this anyway.” 
Rook Hunt….? The vice of Pomefiore. You will admit the two of you have gotten oddly close as of recently. He’d always try to help you with your work and would suggest you two go to the oddest places together. Such as the woods. At 3am. Why????
“I’m gonna go on a….walk?” You tell Ace and get off the couch and put on your fuzzy jacket and boots. You all but gently open the door. The icy winter air blasts on your face as you step out, snow crunching under your boot.
You don’t have to trek out much further until you hear someone call out “mon trickster” from the bushes. At this point, you’re not going to question why he was in your bushes in the first place.
“Were you the one behind... well, all this?" You ask bluntly, approaching him with the rose in hand. He steps out to hold the rose in his hand, gazing at the ribbon.
“Of course it was me. I thought you needn’t have to put much thought into it!!” He says all dramatically. “-Name- do you accept my confession of love??”
Your name instead of a nickname in French?! Does that mean he’s more serious than you originally thought? You take a moment to think about it. After all that happened in Styx, the Pomefiore vice was with you every step of the way. He always made sure to check on you to make sure you’re okay, both physically and mentally. Sometimes it’d be by tapping on your window at 3 a.m., but that was his way of showing affection. “I do.” You say when you finally come to an agreement with yourself.
“Magnifique!” He grabs your hand abruptly, causing your heart to skip a beat. “I have so much for you to witness.” He pulls you off into the nearby forest, presumably to read you some poetry. The snow-capped trees looked a lot more inviting with him by your side. Forever and always.
Taglist : @xen-blank @krenenbaker @edith-is-apparently-a-cat @whspermy-name @the-banana-0verlord
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hesgomorrah · 2 months
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trapper john + his ukulele (3x01, 3x09, 3x14)
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juliewlters · 7 months
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Forgive me. For everything. For meeting you in the first place. For loving you. For bringing you so much misery. — Brief Encounter (1945)
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promises-of-paradise · 4 months
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Napoleon Bonaparte in the manga ‘The Rose Of Versailles’
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cyrwrites · 1 year
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Caged Bird
A devastated Bruce Wayne (very young, far too young to be orphaned at such a young age) secludes himself from prying eyes in the family library. And there, he thinks he's found the answer to all his recent prayers.
A magic book that casually causes impossible things. Surely it can also revive the dead, right?
Wrong. Very wrong.
The magic can revive something. But that was… that thing wasn't his mother.
(Whatever he'd summoned, it had died in a couple of minutes, thankfully. Dear god, whatever that had been, it had undoubtedly been in pain.)
So, Bruce has another scheme to work on. Study demonology. Surely, as a budding businessman, he can negotiate a decent price for two revivals, right?
Also, wrong.
This creature doesn't die. It looks human enough and it also insists on not being a demon, nor having power over death, despite the fact that it also claims to be dead.
Undeterred by its protests, Bruce refuses to let it go until it's fulfilled his wish.
He didn't expect to bond with the creature.
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Prompt based on The Sandman (DC Comics) & FMA (anime).
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captaincyndimi · 1 year
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This is a gift for my wonderful dear friend @queen-breha-organa of her OC Ailani Réillata! The first one I just finished (which is directly inspired by THIS post/comic panel) because I couldn't get the idea out of my head bc I love Ailani and this concept so much! It's so cool!!
The sketches below are drawings I've made for Ivy in the past that I never posted from discord until now :D
Ivy is such a great friend and I'll always be grateful for the kindness and support she's given me <3 I love Ailani and the incredible stories you weave for her
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carrotkicks · 8 months
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timtam corporate work marriage doodles
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sits up in bed. so lana and ema definitely thought they were responsible for edgeworth "choosing death", right?
(the rest of this post was supposed to go in the tags, because it's not very well organised or written, but it got too long so. here are the slightly edited tags for your reading pleasure (or otherwise)):
i was going to make this solely about ema because she's the obvious one with her open adoration of edgeworth, but the thing about rfta is that it goes to great lengths to emphasise the connection between lana and edgeworth as well.
the sl-9 incident showed that lana grows attached to people deeply, hence angel starr's comment on how, when neil marshall died, 'she (lana) felt like her own brother had died.' with edgeworth, i think it was similar but worse. because he's not just a coworker or subordinate who's dear to her. he saved her life. and it cost him his own.
at the beginning of the case, edgeworth says he was mistaken for thinking that lana was always looking out for him post sl-9 (a statement interesting on its own because that's when everyone else says she grew distant), and, later on, he brings ema fingerprinting powder because lana asked him to. then, of course, there's the 'lady luck' comment he makes.
similarly, on lana's side, you obviously have the end of the trial when she says he did well, but there's also that additional moment post-trial where she's the only one to notice — in a group comprising her, ema, phoenix and gumshoe — that he's 'hiding', listening to their conversation. point is, there's enough to suggest that she might have been the nearest thing edgeworth had to a mia; his 'chief prosecutor' to phoenix's plain 'chief'. they're as close as two people can be in a relationship where one of them is constantly lying and the other is von karma's star pupil.
rfta is pretty straightforwardly depicted as the case which solidified edgeworth's resolve to do what he did; i don't think i have to prove that. rumours about him have reached new heights, his car and knife were involved in goodman's murder, he makes an unprecedented mistake in court by failing to connect the evidence room and carpark incidents, thus forcing the chief of police to enter the trial to do so himself, and he's publicly revealed to have relied on falsified evidence to secure a conviction in the sl-9 case, all of which only happened because of lana. jake marshall even claims that from the beginning — that if you trace edgeworth's rumours back to their source, you end up meeting one person: lana skye.
and it gets worse because at the end of rfta, she thinks he's fine!! she literally says, 'i was afraid the pressure would break you, but you rose above it,' and reminds him he's nothing like gant because he's not alone. she leaves the case thinking he will be okay. and then, what, like a week passes, and she finds out that he wasn't, and that he's gone, and it's her fault. even after she was freed from gant's control, even after she had finally stopped lying, she couldn't prevent herself from claiming another life. so much for 'lady luck', i suppose.
and the game reiterates this multiple times. gumshoe states at the start that edgeworth's ties to those higher up in the department have made him the subject of constant rumours, and phoenix says (in front of ema) that he shouldn't be held responsible for the forged evidence because that was all lana's doing, which then leads to edgeworth commenting (again in front of ema) that he feels as though 'something inside him has died.' it all goes back to lana. we can argue and say that it was technically gant's doing that caused all of this, but lana still took actions that led to it. even her complicated friendship with edgeworth isn't spared; it's that closeness between them that exacerbated those rumours. how could she not feel responsible in some way?
and with ema, it's rather obvious, isn't it? if she hadn't gone poking her nose into things, none of this would have happened or come to light. and, of course, she'd never choose anyone over her sister, not for anything in the world — it's simply not a question, but that's the problem, isn't it? it's not a question. it's not some hypothetical moral dilemma. it just is. she may not have killed neil marshall, but she still has one king of prosecutor's blood on her hands. and now she has to live with that. she just. has. to live with it. no matter if he chose otherwise.
moving on from that a little, i think it's actually wild how much of ema's journey to becoming a forensics investigator is paved with bad memories. neil marshall's death and her subsequent inability to testify are what drives her to begin pursuing it, her first proper investigation results in her idol's "death" and when she finally graduates, the person who saved her sister has been disbarred, and she can't even help because she isn't allowed to. all that pain and constant pursuit of her goals, and she's still the same ema skye, still that girl shrouded in darkness, always one step behind the truth, one step a little too late. no wonder she was angry in aa:aj. i would be furious.
#and then like a year later they find out edgeworth's fine and if that happened to me i think i would kill him fr#WKSHDKAHDKS#lana skye#ema skye#miles edgeworth#the skye sisters' relationship with one dramatic depressed prosecutor is something that can be so personal...#ive literally never thought this much about lana or ema ever. they never occupy my thoughts but somehow.#everyone else: man edgeworth's vanishing must have had a real impact on franziska and phoenix. me: what about these 2 side characters who#technically only appeared once in the whole trilogy. in a dlc. what about them.#it's actually so interesting how much lana is set up to be important to edgeworth. phoenix even says she reminds him of mia and when i#first read that i was like ??? bc of the scarf? there's more to mia than a scard phoenix. but then you pay attention to how she interacts#with edgeworth and it's like oh. i see it now. and then she disappears forever.#mind you i dont think she or ema were like. destroyed by the news of edgeworth's supposed passing. not in the way phoenix was anyway.#for better or worse both lana and ema are shown to have a tight hold over themselves emotionally speaking. lana keeps a lid on them for#years and ema is told she might have killed neil by accident and is functional after a brief faint and recess. like those women are strong.#but i do think it would have had a deep impact regardless of how well they were able to cope. like i've said i dont see how it wouldnt.#anyway this concludes my rfta moment. time to go back to being unable to say a thing about susato-san even though she occupies my every#waking moment. if you read all this ily <3#it's also past midnight so if this is all a bit everywhere im sorry
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rivalcobalt · 4 months
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Woe, MS paint diagram of the retroactive Komaedification of N be upon ye
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dwobbitfromtheshire · 2 months
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If Only They Knew
18+ MINORS DNI
Summary: Steve flirts with Eddie in Scoops Ahoy with his ice cream when he realized that Eddie was watching him. . . Other things occur. I couldn't help but write this.
Steve was sitting out in the parlor this time to enjoy his ice cream. It was Sunday, so there weren't any other people in here. He was enjoying the quiet in the brightly colored store, and the fact that there wasn't anyone around to watch him eat. He was always a messy eater when it came to ice cream, and he hated it when people watched him eat it.
Steve was about to take another bite when he felt someone watching him. He looked up to find Eddie Munson watching him curiously, his own ice cream cone in his hand. Steve narrowed his eyes at Eddie. Maybe he'd stop watching if he made it sexual. That always made people look away. Steve kept eye contact with Eddie's big brown eyes as he slowly took a lick of his ice cream, moaning loudly as he did so. He took his tongue and slowly dragged it over lips, keeping up the eye contact as he did so. Eddie's were wide, and his mouth fell open, but he didn't look away. Seriously? Why wasn't he looking away?
A bit of the ice cream dripped on his finger, and Steve scowled. He lifted the finger to his mouth and put the whole digit in his mouth. He began to suck on his finger and looked back at Eddie to find that his beautiful brown eyes had grown dark. Oh, shit, was this turning him on? Steve grew warm at the thought, and he felt a twitch in his pants. Okay, Steve was turned on by this, too. Fuck seriously? The image of Steve taking Eddie behind the mall and pressing him up against the wall as Steve sank to his knees. . . Shit, Steve was beginning to get hard. He moaned loudly, his mouth still wrapped around his finger. He pulled off with a loud pop, trying not to imagine it as Eddie's dick. Eddie's eyes were even darker, and it was downright predatory. Eddie's ice cream was long forgotten. It was now leaning off to the side, the ice cream seconds away from falling off the cone.
Steve put his finger near his mouth, this time raising a second finger. He started to lick the tips of his fingers as he looked at Eddie. He swirled his tongue around his finger for a while, continuing to make moaning noises. The ice cream fell off of Eddie's cone with a splat, but Eddie ignored it. Steve’s eyes went wide as he watched Eddie's hand go under the table. He was as hard as Steve. Eddie cupped himself through his jeans and started moving his hips as he rocked against his hand. Steve slowly sank his mouth down over his fingers until they were completely in his mouth. He started bobbing his head up and down, his eyes fluttering as he completely imagined his mouth around Eddie's dick. He hollowed his cheeks as he sucked hard. The arousal was building and building and building. . . Until he came. . .right in his pants. It wasn't long before Eddie did the same thing, his eyes closed with relief.
"MUNSON!" Robin's voice startled Steve out of his revere. "You made a mess all over the place!"
Steve was just as panicked as Eddie was until Steve realized that Robin was talking about Eddie's ice cream. He almost laughed until he realized that he was sitting in his own mess, and he just came in his pants at work. Fuck. He quickly dumped his own ice cream on his pants and cursed loudly.
"Goddamnit! I spilled ice cream on my shorts!" Steve said loudly.
"You started an outbreak!" Robin told Eddie.
"It's just on me!" Steve sighed. "I got an extra uniform in the back."
Although, he was going to have to go without underwear. As he was walking to the breakroom, he briefly saw Eddie smirking at him, and he wondered if Eddie was thinking the same thing. He quickly grabbed his second uniform and hurried to the employee restroom. When he came back out, Eddie was gone. He tried not to think about what had just happened for the rest of the day, but it was difficult around midday when everyone was coming out of church. He grinned delightfully at the thought of the sin he and Eddie committed right here in the parlor. It was even better when a couple of middle-aged women came in complaining about homosexuals. With a grin, he told them the best seat in the house was exactly where Steve had been sitting moments ago. When they were looking where he was pointing, he spat in their ice cream before handing it to them. He nearly giggled when they sat exactly where he told them to.
"I saw that," Robin said.
"Saw what?" Steve asked innocently.
"I don't know why you did that, but I'm just going to say thank you and get back to work," Robin said.
Oh, if only she knew. Steve glanced at the middle age women and smirked. If only they knew.
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jennsterjay · 5 months
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Punkflower Week Day 5: Meet The Parents
Format: Fan-fiction
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Summary:
When Hobie first met Mr. and Mrs.Morales, it was to protect them from danger.
Now that things have relaxed in Brooklyn, and Hobie remains by Miles' side, The Morales' invite him for dinner to tell him something they've been wanting to say for a long time.
Read on AO3 or down below, and enjoy :)!
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It was a chaos filled night in Brooklyn.
People were evacuating from the main city as an intense battle was taking place in the center. Explosions rang through the air, accompanied by a sympathy of shouts as people fled from various directions to get away from the source of the fight.
On the city outskirts, three figures ran together out of the Morales’ home.
Jeff Morales, Rio Morales, and Hobie Brown.
As the three ran out the door, and down the street, the ground around them began to crack and shake as they did their best to stabilize their balance.
Hobie pushes himself to run faster and takes Rio’s hand. Her free hand intertwines with Jeff’s– the three of them linked as they run together– away from the direction of the fight.
As the Morales’ run away from the danger, led by the punk teenage Spider-Man Hobie Brown, all they can remember is an event that happened a year ago– when their city was in a similar panic. Only now...they know what they hadn’t known before– that at the center of it all was Miles Morales. Their son...Spider-Man...and they were scared.
As the three weaved past various cars and debris, Rio and Jeff looked at a determined Hobie Brown. They watched as he calculated his next move, creating a map in his head of where to go, swiftly maneuvering them to safety as if he’d known them and this world his whole life.
With his spiked jacket, piercings, and blue-laced boots, this punk teen– this Spider-Punk...was a determined kid and a force of nature all at once.
Once the three make it to a clearing further down the road, Hobie stops and lets go of Rio’s hand, punching in a code on his watch.
“Okay, Mr. and Mrs. Morales. I promised Miles that I would keep you safe, so until this ‘ere mess is squashed, I’m sending you to my gaff.” Hobie said, turning to face the two.
“What? What about our son? We can’t leave him here!” Rio yelled with anguish in her expression.
“I’m not leaving without my son.” Jeff said with an air of authority, panic leaking through his resolve.
“I know you’re scared, but don’t underestimate your son. Miles has fought hundreds upon hundreds of threats as Spider-Man, and has crossed dimensions through time and space to return to you and to protect you. He is one of the strongest people that I know… and I know he can hold his own, but this time he won’t be alone. He has people on his side, including me, and we’ll fight by him no matter what.”
Rio looked conflicted for only a moment, biting her lip, before sighing and grabbing Hobie’s hands in hers and meeting his eyes.
“Then you gotta promise me. Hobie, swear on your life that you’ll bring my Spider-Man– Mi girasolito–  home to me when this is over. Can you promise me that you’ll protect him?” Rio asked fiercely.
With no hesitation Hobie gently squeezed her hands back and told her words made of nothing but his resolve and the truth.
“Till the day I die, I will.” Hobie says with a thick accent.
And Rio sees it in his eyes that he would.
So she lets him go, and then reclaims Jeff’s hand in hers.
“Okay, I believe you, Hobie,” Rio says.
Jeff looks at her like she has a second head, as if there’s no way it could be that simple.
“Are you serious honey? We’re just gonna let our kid fight against some multiversal phenomenon? We need to bring him with us!”
Rio held both of Jeff’s hands in hers and looked into his eyes.
“I know...There’s a lot going on and our son is a vigilante with superpowers and the world is ending, and I’m still trying to keep it together to wrap my head around this. Jeff, I’m scared...but I believe in our son. And now I know he’s no longer alone. He kept so much of his life a secret, all to protect us...so this time we have to trust that he will be okay– and that’s all we can do,” Rio said as she teared up.
Rio wipes a tear away with the back of her hand, before she places both hands on Jeff’s shoulders with a determined look.
“Our son is strong– stronger than anyone in New York– not just because of his spider-powers...but because he’s a Morales. And no matter what he will always be our Miles Morales. He will get through this, and he will win,” Rio said with a smile.
Jeff opened his mouth to protest, but with one look in her eyes he gave up with a sigh.
“Okay...okay...and when he comes back… he’s grounded for seven months.” Jeff says with a straight face.
Rio laughs out loud, and to the side Hobie gives a wicked smile to himself– like he’s in on a joke of his own. Grounded, eh? Hah, time will tell.
“Yes amor, he’s very grounded.” Rio said as she waved him away, before they both turned back to Hobie.
“And you!” Jeff exclaimed as he pointed at Hobie.
Hobie raised an eyebrow “Aye?”
Jeff paused for a moment, then let his finger down slowly until his hand rested at his side.
“Protect my son,” Jeff said softly, but loud enough for Hobie to hear the sincerity in his voice.
“You have my word,” Hobie said with an easy nod.
Just then the sound of a loud droning noise, The Spot, gets closer to where the three are, and Hobie springs into action. He runs in front of the two in a protective stance, before quickly entering a command on his watch. Behind the Morales’ a portal opens just as The Spot comes into view around the corner. The overpowered being turns, and sees them all.
The three freeze, and what happens in the next three seconds feels like time moves in slow motion. Hobie yells at them to ‘Go!’ pushing them both through the portal onto the deck of his boathouse. When the two are safely through, Hobie turns around to face a massive energy blast headed in their direction. Hobie pivots at the same time he presses the command to close the portal– and the last thing Rio and Jeff see is Hobie jumping in the way to take on the brunt of the impact.
His resolve unbreakable. His mind made up.
---- Now it was two months later from the battle with The Spot as Rio, Jeff, and Hobie were at the Morales’ dinner table eating mofongo and tostones, as if Hobie was someone who had been here Miles' entire life. Jeff and Rio gave each other a look that communicated shared feelings and thoughts about the boy in front of them.
How do we repay you for all you've done? How long have you and Miles known each other? How can we show you that we accept you, and that we will help you anytime without any shred of doubt?
Jefferson Morales began first, coughing to get Hobie's attention. Hobie stopped chewing and shifted to a yellow hue, questioning, before waiting and returning to his normal color palette as he stared at Jeff. The two regarded each other for a moment. Jefferson Morales, who was a police officer that believed grit and order would lead to a happy life with no surprises. And Hobie Brown who was a free-spirited vigilante that thrived in life’s inconsistency, chaos, and adventure. Hobie, who would do anything to defend the underdogs of the world, and those he cared about; and Jeff who would do anything to protect his family. Hobie was still wary because Jeff was a cop, but after a while he understood– that Jeff was also a father, who loved his son. So when Jeff spoke next, Hobie let his walls down for a moment, and let his words in. "Hobie...I just want to say, thank you. For everything you've done for my son, my wife, for me– and for this family...It means everything. And I want you to know that…” “You are always welcome here," Jeff said. In this moment Hobie's shoulders relaxed and the Morales’ watched as Hobie looked shocked--breathless for a moment, and cycling through ten different colors until settling on a bright pink hue with other colors shifting at the edges. Hobie looked at both of the easy smiles on their faces, overwhelmed as Rio started talking before Hobie could start forming the words. "That's right mijo… When we first met, I was scared– so scared that my son would not come home to me… But it was you who brought others together in his life to help him when he needed it most. And you who protected all of us and brought my son home. My family is my life and it means everything, so thank you Hobie.” Rio says with a heart on her chest.
And then she continues.
“-I may not have spider powers or be able to jump across buildings, but Hobie, you will always have everything you need here...anytime you need it. You are a part of our family now. We love you...and you are welcome here, always." Hobie's breath was taken away for a second time, and whatever nonsense he was about to say to downplay or shrug off his own efforts as ‘no big deal’... was gone now.
And for a moment Hobie had a soft look on his face, as he finally spoke. "...Thank you Mr. and Mrs. Morales," Hobie said as his colors shifted to the yellows, oranges, and pinks of a radiant sunrise, as a small smile graced his lips. "Anytime." Jeff said. "Annnnd when you two do decide one day that you want to be more than friends. We'll support that too. Just saying." Rio said with a not so innocent shrug and a mischievous grin on her face. Hobie then turned bright pink and started laughing, full and hearty as Jeff kept a smile on his face while eyeing his wife with a look of slight panic. But Jeff gave in and only shook his head and joined in the laughter.
"Yeah yeah,” Jeff agreed, “I can tell you like my son. Just-please don't make him pull a 180 and decide to 'Spider-it-up' and overthrow our Senator or something," He half-joked. Hobie grinned mischievously "Mint, but no promises, he might do it anyway." Jeff rolled his eyes but smiled fondly. The three then heard the front door open and close, as a sleepy Miles Morales was heard walking down the hall. The boy in question had spent the day at his friend Ganke's house, and he hummed as he followed the aroma of a home cooked meal. When he rounded the corner, he paused and looked with surprise to see Hobie at the dinner table. Miles perked up immediately and dropped his backpack on the floor to rush towards the dinner table. Miles opened his arms wide towards his far-beyond-a-crush as a smile filled his entire face. "Hobie!" Miles laughed with a smile. "Miles," Hobie said lovingly– as if his name was an oasis in a desert. Hobie rose from his seat to catch Miles in his arms as he held him against his chest in a bear-crushing hug. They then relaxed and stayed like that for a moment, smiling against each other. Then Hobie's smile widened as he slowly spun Miles around in his arms, towards the open living room. Miles laughed, and had not a care in the world except for this moment between them, here in his arms. And when Hobie looked over his shoulder at Miles’ parents. His newfound family... he nodded and gave an easy smile towards them, that conveyed everything. Thank you... for accepting me You're welcome... For all that I did And thank you again…
for moments like these,
where I can be with him, always.
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mercisnm · 7 months
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a doodle for the zoommates AU Do you feel like I feel (Or am I all alone?) by @thegirl20
extra: Yennefer being used as a scratching post
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