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Hunger

Miguel O'Hara x GN!Reader (+18)

You're alone with your new boss Miguel in his office, and you decide to finally ask a question you've been harboring for a while: Is he really a vampire?

CW/Content: Description of blood, Miguel has a blood-drinking/cannibalism fetish, Mutual masturbation, messy kissing, consensual kink, dirty talk, hand job/clitoral stimulation. Notes: hiiii I'm back finally, back to writing anyway, life beat me half to death but I'm back and I'm horny. hope yall enjoy

‘Are you really a vampire, boss?’

Miguel flinched, his enormous body going rigid midway through typing. He’d been about to send a message to Lyla when that question was asked, but now suddenly all of his iron-tight focus was gone. With narrowed eyes he turned and glanced down at you, the person who’d asked such an odd question out of nowhere.

‘Am… Am I a really a vampire? Is that what you just asked me?’ he replied back in a cool, slightly cold voice.

You were both up on his floating desk, with you dangling your legs over the side into the gloomy abyss below while he basked in the warm, orange light of his desk monitors. While he turned to glance down at you, you didn’t return the favor, and continued to stare at the slightly misty darkness below.

‘That’s what I asked boss, that is correct’ you replied.

Miguel grunted, his lip curling ever so slightly. He was trying to be polite, he really was, but he was regretting more and more letting Lyla hire someone to help out with the mundane chores around his office. Maybe if she’d just hired someone… quieter… this wouldn’t be such a hassle, but instead, he was stuck with you.

When you beamed up at him again, he pinched the bridge of his nose.

‘No puedo más’, he hissed under his breath, ‘no! No, I’m not a vampire.’ He was trying to speak diplomatically but the intensity in his voice remained, that sharp authoritative bark that usually made people listen.

‘It’s not an issue if you are, I don’t mind’ you said cheerily.

I don’t believe you, Miguel thought to himself, though he didn’t say it.

‘Oh, good. Great. Well, I’ll keep that in mind if we ever do become a real vampire, won’t I?’ Miguel replied in that slightly sarcastic tone.

‘Boss, I’m serious’ you said again, lightly rolling your shoulders as you lay back down across the floor of his floating desk. You could see his body above you, so lean and powerful, and yet you showed no fear or concern.

‘I’m just… curious’ you continued. ‘I’ve heard the other newer members saying it, and, you know. It’s an odd rumor if true.’

‘Who did you hear saying such things?’

His sharp tone made you flinch, and you awkwardly hunched your shoulders. ‘Uh- just, a few people’ you said, not wishing to snitch anyone out. ‘They mentioned it a few times, enough times for me to think it wasn’t just a joke. So, I wanted to ask. That’s all.’

‘Eso es ridículo… No, I’m not a vampire’ Miguel finally grunted, his sharp features glowing in the light of his monitors. ‘I have fangs, and red eyes, but not- that’s not because I’m a vampire.’

‘So, what did cause that?’ you piped up. ‘The uh- fangs, and stuff. Because nobody else here has those traits, right?’

Miguel’s eye twitched as he strained to be polite. ‘I was mutated with a spider. That’s why. No vampirism, nothing supernatural, just… spider.’

‘Riiggghhtt, but… Spiders are cannibals, right? Quite famously’ you replied smoothly. He hissed, his head spinning until you caught just a glimpse of his eye. It was burning red, almost glowing.

‘What do you- can we please stop this?’ he snapped.

You flinched only a little at his sharp retort. He was usually polite, and restrained, even when irritated, but that sudden burst of anger betrayed something more serious. You slowly raised your hands. ‘Okay, okay. I’m sorry. Really, I’m- sorry.’

Miguel curtly nodded and returned to his desk, but now he couldn’t focus. He couldn’t get it off his mind.

Could you tell? Could you somehow see his deepest, grossest inner thoughts? The thoughts he hated?

The instincts that made him salivate at the thought of soft flesh in his mouth, of licking the sweat aside and smearing the skin with venom to numb it, so their breath wouldn’t catch, so they wouldn’t scream, so he could feel that soft skin puncture and give way to his fangs, letting him in, letting him deep inside, filling his mouth with—

‘Boss?’

Miguel blinked himself back to reality. He glanced down; he’d gotten so carried away he’d sunk his claws into his desk, piercing right through the metal. He slowly retracted them.

Another reminder that he wasn’t human, he thought sourly.

But you didn’t scream or look at him in disgust. That’s what he was used to. Instead, you looked genuinely concerned. ‘Boss, hey, look I didn’t- I didn’t wanna upset you’ you said, keeping a low voice. ‘I was genuinely asking before, not in like a morbidly curious way, I just… I don’t know. I wanted to be, considerate, if that was the case. I wasn’t trying to be cruel.’

Miguel scowled. ‘Calling it a… vampire thing, or, implying I am a vampire, that… How is that not going to come across as cruel?’

‘Well vampire isn’t necessarily a bad thing’ you argued back, ‘I didn’t mean it like—’

His cold, sharp stare drew you to silence, and you pursed your lips.

‘No, you’re right. You’re right! You are, I’m- I’m sorry. I am, really.’

Miguel stared down at you as you apologized. His lip was still curled a little, his brows knotted, but they started to loosen when he saw the sincerity in your expression.

‘… I’m, not used to anyone not being morbidly curious’ he muttered quietly. ‘Or, disgusted, or afraid, or—’

‘Jesus! No, I’m not disgusted or afraid. I mean look! I’m here, on your platform, no escape. Eh? That’d be a weird thing for me to do if I thought you were an evil bloodthirsty beast.’

Your cheery tone and smile faded a little as he shot you another disapproving look, but this time he didn’t snap or turn away. Instead, he coughed into his fist, and began a very curt explanation.

‘Hm. Look, I was mutated with a spider, physically, and it… gave me some, unusual traits. More, primal traits, I guess. I’m not some rabid animal though.’

‘I know, I know. I never said rabid’ you replied, suddenly very eager that Miguel was actually responding. ‘Just… Do you, need to engage in certain types of, ‘consumption’ so to speak?’ you asked softly.

‘I don’t… Need to, I don’t think’ he muttered back, awkwardly swiping a few holograms aside. ‘But, it- the rumors come from the fact that, it gives me some… Urges.’

You nodded along slowly, trying desperately to manage your growing excitement. Yes, yes, urges. Urges. That’s why you were here.

‘Hm… Do you, get the urge to eat people, then? Or is that an unfair rumor?’ you asked, trying to keep it light and polite as you buried your desires down.

Miguel grunted softly. ‘… Sort of’ he murmured. ‘My instinct goes against my better nature, sometimes. So, I try to… keep them in balance.’

‘How so?’

Miguel swallowed. He shouldn’t be talking about this.

‘I, uh… I desire, certain, non-lethal things’ he murmured, speaking as stiffly and awkwardly as possible to cover up how he felt.

But you just kept pushing. You wanted more.

‘Right… So, for example… Biting?’ you said, whispering that last word ever so softly.

Just the word made Miguel almost involuntarily hiss. His spine arched by an inch and his hand balled itself into a fist as he fought to maintain control, to not act on his awful desire and snap his teeth and imagine that soft, soft, sweet neck in his maw-

‘R-Right. Yeah. Biting. You could say, biting is, appealing. But- I believe most, adults find some level of biting attractive’ he argued back.

‘Sure… Sure, I’d agree with that’ you murmured, your voice involuntarily slipping. You’d seen his slip, his flash of a fang, and now you wanted more. ‘I’d agree with that… But, some people are into, more, than just biting.’

Miguel tried so hard to not be obvious as his dark, glowering eyes moved down towards your body. The way you were sitting, the way you coyly arched your head to stare at the distant floor so you didn’t make eye contact

Were you… flirting? Was HE flirting?

‘Do they?’ Miguel murmured, slowly unbaling his fists. You could feel his eyes boring into the back of your head, like a mouse finally sensing a cat in the shadows, and the fear was exactly what you’d hoped it would be.

This was delicious. This was ecstasy.

‘Y-Yeah’ you replied softly, letting your voice deliberately drop. You heard his curious little grunt in response.

‘And what do you mean by that, exactly?’ he replied, his voice slow and sharp. You heard his accent slip out a little, as if he was holding something back. You swallowed hard.

‘Some people… Might be, interested, in your traits’ you replied.

‘How so?’

His persistent, sharp questions made your gut do flips every single time. He could almost smell your primal response, but he wanted more.

‘Some people… Might enjoy the idea of being bitten, like you said, just as much as you enjoy doing it.’

‘I never said I enjoy it.’

Your fists tightened on the edge of the floating office, as you forced your next statement out.

‘No… No, but, I also never asked’ you murmured.

The two of you went silent then, with nothing to fill the void but the slow dripping of water somewhere in the enormous cavern of his office.

‘… Do you enjoy biting?’ you asked after a minute or so. Miguel narrowed his eyes, but you caught him slowly licking his upper lip.

‘… Yes.’

You hid the instinctive shudder that went up your spine at that curt response, and instead asked another question. Keep going. Keep going. You’re so close.

‘Do you, like the idea of drinking blood?’

Miguel shivered as he came to stand behind you, his arms folded over his chest. He stared down at your head, breathing in that sweet scent. It took all his inner strength to now bend down and huff your nape.

‘Yes’ he replied softly. ‘I do.’

‘Do you have, preferences, for blood? Does some taste better than others?’

He managed to chuckle at that.

‘Yes. I’d say so.’

‘… Do you think I’d taste good?’

That question hung in the air like a physical weight, hot and heavy and thick. Miguel felt his muscles tense. He was like a cat in the long grass, instinctively crouching as it smelled the potential of prey.

Slowly he turned and glanced down at you, your body still perfectly perched on the rim of his floating office. You met his gaze without fear. You looked coy, perhaps, but… not afraid. You weren’t joking either.

He’d felt his own prey drive before, but he’d never seen his prey sitting, staring, meeting him with equally hungry eyes.

You watched Miguel lick his lower lip, flashing just an inch of fang. His keen senses picked up the way your body shivered at the sight. ‘…Oh, yes’ he whispered. ‘I think you would. I’d- need to smell you first though.’

Stop. Stop, what are you doing?! His brain screamed at him to withdraw, to cough and dismiss what he’d said as a bad joke, but he didn’t. He couldn’t. Not when you shivered like that.

‘… You wanna smell?’ you murmured back, idly tilting your neck. He saw the soft gleam of your bare skin and had to swallow down his increased saliva.

‘… This is, incredibly unprofessional’ he whispered back. God, his voice was so deep. He sounded tortured.

‘I’m aware’ you replied in the same soft, tender voice. You were speaking like someone talking down an angry animal. ‘We can always stop, if you want. But the offer is on the table.’

Miguel was still only for a moment. As his resolve crumbled, he dropped to his knees beside you, his hand outstretched and his head tilted as he silently requested your cooperation. You obliged.

You bent your neck and tilted it to the side, giving him access to the fine hairs on your nape. You couldn’t help your breath hitching as you sensed his size at your back. Those glowing red eyes, the way he had to look down at you even on his knees.

He kept his eyes fixed on your own for as long as he could while leaning in, letting you see his intent right up until the warmth of his breath hit your neck. You shuddered, and in response, he purred.

You felt the tip of his nose hit your nape, and with a soft growl, he breathed in.

And then he moaned.

You shivered openly at the sound. It was deep, guttural, fully instinctual, and it only got worse when he saw your body respond. You felt his nose sliding up your neck and into your hair as his lips found your skin; they were full and warm, slightly rough on your soft flesh.

He paused there, huffing your hair, his eyes open just a slither to see how you responded. When you remained still, your lips parted and your own moan just barely tittering on your lips, he moved again.

He licked you. His large, flat tongue just barely flicked at your nape, tasting your flavor profile through the sweat beading on your skin, and he growled with approval.

‘Mm… Qué rico’ he whispered against your ear. ‘Yeah. You’d taste good. Real good… So, rich. I bet your blood is, thick.’

In that moment he lost any resolve he’d been trying to maintain, and he indulged. He whispered those filthy forbidden words against your skin between breathy kisses, and you took it all.

‘Mm… So thick… I bet if I pierced here, I wouldn’t even need to suck. Hng… y-yeah. Yeah, it’d just, slide down my throat, so warm, so sweet’ he moaned.

‘Y-You just, wanna bite my neck?’ you whimpered. ‘Nothing else?’

‘Oh I’d bite everything’ he groaned. ‘Every little bit… But the neck, that’s my favorite. I want to feel your pulse, I want to feel you squirming. Mm…’

‘Y-You want me to squirm?’

‘Maybe just a little’ he cooed, almost crooning a little as he kissed your jaw. ‘But I want you to savor it. I want you soft, and still, and moaning. God, I want to feel that moan in your throat when I bite it. I want to taste it…’

‘Would you, rip it all out? Get too, frisky with it?’ you moaned back, your voice shaking with excitement.

‘Oh, I’d love to’ he hissed, another low groan echoing in his thick throat. ‘I’d tear into you like butter. It’d be too easy… Too easy… Just one, good bite, and you’d be nothing but flesh in my mouth. I’d have to drink you fast You’d be all mine, all mine.’

You let out a soft whimper and tried to turn, trying to face him, to see him.

‘Yes, please—’

You jolted to a stop as he grasped your nape, refusing to let you turn. He couldn’t allow it, at least, not now. He couldn’t let you see that he was rock hard, his erect cock straining almost painfully against his suit where he was trying to suppress it.

The smell, the softness, the taste… he couldn’t help it. He told himself he just couldn’t help it. Not when you moaned like that.

‘Shh…’

He held you steady, gripping your skin like a cat holding a kitten, and slowly he began to scent you again. He peppered kisses up and down your neck.

‘Mm… Shh, that’s it. That’s what you wanted, right, you little brat?’ he purred. ‘You just wanted to rile me up to get some—’

‘Would you… Would you eat me all at once?’ you blurted.

Miguel paused only briefly to glance at you, realizing that you wanted to keep going. You wanted to go further, not just with the physical play, but with the talk of eating. He felt almost a flicker of pride. He thought you’d drop his strange fetish the moment you got a little taste of his strength, his body, as everyone else did, but you… no. You really were different.

‘Oh, no, mi tesoro’ he whispered right into your ear. ‘No, no. I could. But that’d be a waste. You’re far too precious.’

You whined as he began sliding his tongue around the ridge beneath your ear, sliding up and then down to your neck, peppering kisses as he went. ‘I’d… I’d keep you going for as long as I could. My own little personal blood bank. I’d keep you in my private quarters, I think, and I’d chain you up above my bed, to keep the blood flowing, and… Oh, I’d indulge. I’d indulge in you. I’d drink from you until you were right on the verge of passing out, and then I’d let you recover, and then I’d do it again. Like you’re my cow, my little broodmare, my delicious little pet.’

At his response, you could hold back no longer. With no regard for professionalism you slid your hand down to your painfully swollen clit, still covered by your pants, and you circled it with one finger.

Miguel’s eyes widened so hard that the red glow began to reflect on your bare shoulder, drawing your gaze back to him. You locked eyes.

Miguel didn’t dare blink. He stared at your face, then your hand, then your barely covered crotch, then your eyes again. Your eyes moved from his face to his crotch, to the thick mass twitching beneath his suit. A low, barely discernible breath escaped his parted lips.

‘…’

He raised his hand, and in front of your eyes, he grasped his own shaft, giving it a small, teasing stroke.

‘Slowly’ he whispered in that dark, husky voice. ‘Slowly… Eat you, slowly.’

‘Skin, and bone, and blood’ you whined back.

He groaned, hard, and you saw his cock fully twitch in his hand. With no resolve left he pressed to phase away his suit at the groin, allowing his hefty cock to fall free.

‘Skin and bone and blood and all.’

He hissed those words back as he fisted his own shaft in front of you. It was thick and curved, notably veiny, and you could see he was already profusely leaking. Either he was an extremely virile man or a pent-up one, and both thoughts excited you.

With a heavy breath you continued gently playing with yourself, letting him watch as his hard, calloused hand worked his girth back and forth.

‘Y-You could eat little pieces of me too’ you whimpered. ‘A finger, o-or my foot—’

‘Mm, foot. That’d be so greedy’ he moaned. His cock throbbed in your delicate grip. ‘Mm… I’d eat little pieces until you couldn’t escape me…’

‘W-Why would I ever want to escape?’

‘Oh, right. Right.’ Miguel purred as he spoke, suddenly fixing you with a slightly cocky, eerie smirk, flashing his fangs your way. He leaned in and watched as you melted.

‘You want this, right? You want that perfect, pretty body in my maw.’

You shuddered and moaned right against his face. As he continued to pant, as his lips parted to flash those thick, pearly canines, you leaned in and coyly let your tongue slip out. He released a low, curious growl in response, as if unsure of what you wanted.

He leaned closer, always moving slowly, and gently nipped your tongue with his fangs. A single, pearly drop of blood formed, causing him to groan. You moaned in response, but you weren’t satisfied with just that.

Instead, you leaned in closer too, and gently licked his fang. You ran your tongue along the smooth surface before coiling around to the curved underside of the tooth, licking at his slightly swollen venom glands until a little bit leaked out.

His eyes were wide as he felt you massaging him, milking him like a snake, taking those little drops and swallowing them down your gullet

It wasn’t enough to paralyze you, just enough to make you feel a little woozy and lightheaded. It tingled a little in your toes. It felt warm. You drank more.

‘Mmm…’

Miguel watched for as long as he could before he was forced to break. Just the sight of you swallowing his venom, so soft and submissive, was almost enough to make him bust right then and there. He had to release his shaft to avoid stimulating himself too far.

‘Mm… mm…’

With a soft shudder his eyes closed, and he widened his jaw to let you in deeper. You obliged.

You continued like this, panting into each other’s mouths, your eyes both reflecting the same shared fantasy: one where you weren’t co-workers, one where you weren’t bound by appearances, where he could grab you by the nape and claw you body back up to his apartment where he’d fuck and lick and bite until you were barely coherent.

When you withdrew it was only because you were too close to orgasming, and you refused to stop the fun this quickly. Who knew when you’d get the chance again? So instead, you kept indulging.

‘W-What would be your favorite part to eat?’

Miguel almost purred at the thought, his tongue now eagerly tasting the saliva you’d left on his fang.

‘Mm… Your thighs’ he murmured dreamily. ‘Oh, I bet they’re delicious. So, soft, so… full. So rich. I couldn’t even save them for last. I’d eat them first…’

Without giving you a chance to reply he kissed you. You squeaked at first but quickly conceded, letting his rough, heavy lips crash into your own.

‘Taste so- fucking good, ah, mierda, muy rico’ he hissed between kisses, ‘me encanta, mm… tan suave.’

He gave you a few more hard, passionate kisses before grabbing your jaw and yanking it open, holding your lips open so his tongue could slip in. He was fisting his cock furiously now, with his tongue tasting every inch of your mouth and his claws digging into your skin. You just lay back and took it, feeling your climax growing closer and closer with every touch.

‘Mmm! Mm, so f-fucking good.’

When Miguel finally pulled back he was panting, and his lip was red. He’d bitten your lip so hard it’d started to bleed, and now he was almost angrily licking it up.

‘Mmm, yeah…’

His full tongue fell out and lapped at your neck, leaving a long, wet trail of saliva and venom across the skin.

‘Estás riquísimo, mm… te quiero.’

You didn’t even need to speak. It was like you both knew what the other wanted. Without words you swapped hands, with your fingers grasping his bare cock while his slid down your work pants and found your clit.

You both fell down onto the floor of his office and began to stroke the other, frantically pumping and circling as you both swelled and throbbed in near unison.

‘That’s it, that’s it. J-Just, think about my teeth under your skin’ Miguel groaned, his needy lips still sucking on your neck. You struggled not to scream. His fingers were huge, calloused and warm, and they felt like heaven as they slid between your lips and carefully massaged your swollen clit.

‘I’d pierce fast, so it didn’t hurt—’

‘NO, no, make it hurt’ you pleaded, your hips bucking up against his finger. His smirk widened.

‘Oh, you want it to hurt, huh? Putita/o? Me gusta el dolor…’

‘Y-Yes, fuck yeah, I bet you do—M-Make it hurt, god, make it hurt. Make it slow. Make me plead for it!’

‘Y-Yeah, yeah, beg for me’ he moaned, his cock twitching in your hand. You could feel his fangs rolling your skin as he licked at it, almost as if edging the possibility of sinking right in. ‘Mm, beg for it. I want you to beg me to eat you.’

‘Beg… Y-Yeah… P-Please, please, I want you to bite me’ you pleaded. ‘I-I want it, please—’

‘Oh, I’ll bite you’ he hissed, giving a teasing little nip to your neck. ‘I’ll bite you, and I’ll swallow, and I’ll do whatever I want with you. Every bit of flesh on your body is mine, your bones are mine, and I’ll do whatever the fuck I want with you.’

Your sweet, breathy moan gave him such a rush. Yes, yes, you wanted it. You wanted HIM.

‘You like that, eh? Puta/o? You want that?’ he hissed.

‘Y-Yeah… Yeah, yeah, all yours’ you panted back. ‘All yours…’

‘All mine. All mine. I’ll bite you, and I’ll taste you, but only ever when I’m inside you. I want you to feel me pumping you, feeling you, with my teeth in your neck. I want you to feel them both. I want you to know I’m in your body in every conceivable way. I’ll swallow you down and fill you with my love, mi tesoro, I’ll love you from your flesh to your blood to the marrow in your bones, I’ll worship every inch of your body, and I’ll make it all mine.’

He started to speed up as the heat of his own fantasy took over. Soon he was groaning into your ear, almost crying every sweet word as he massaged your clit. He was pumping his hips now, practically rutting into your hand.

‘I’ll fuck you while I drink from you’ he moaned, his voice now echoing through his office. ‘Y-Yeah. Little whore. Puta/o. I’ll love you, and I’ll use you. I’ll fuck you so hard, until you can barely walk, I’ll unload in this pretty little cunt until you can’t move, you’ll take every last drop, and I’ll sink into your neck when I cum and let your blood fill my mouth— This is mine¸ you’re all MINE—’

With a final shaky groan Miguel shuddered and nearly spasmed, and you realized he was about to finish. You leaned up and caught his tongue with your own, making eye contact as you open-mouth kissed right at the moment of climax

You both orgasmed nearly simultaneously, both filled with the same mental image of Miguel devouring your neck drop by drop.

Miguel’s cock strained and erupted, squirted thick rope after thick rope all over your lap and hand, a cascade of warm, rich cum so sticky it barely dripped. You, in turn, spasmed and throbbed against his two fingers, letting him hear your pleasure on his own tongue as those sweet, mewling whimpers filled his mouth. He ate them up.

You both throbbed and shuddered together before slowly collapsing into a messy, weak pile, with your clothes soiled and your skin damp with sweat. You withdrew from the kiss and held on to the taste of him in your mouth, and Miguel savored that taste like it was his last meal.

He even licked your spit from where it dangled between your lips, taking it right into his mouth. You whined at the sight.

‘Mm… M-Mmm’ he moaned softly, his eyes fluttering shut. ‘Dios mio… eso se sintió increíble.’

He slowly removed his hand from your pants and dreamily raised it to his lips, where he forced you to watch as he licked his fingers clean. You shivered at the sight of the hunger in his eyes, the way he treated your slick, viscous fluid like a sampling platter.

He treated you like you were delicious, like you were a privilege.

And then you opened his eyes and he looked down at you.

His eyes were all red now. No white, barely any black at all, just red. Red, hungry, predatory eyes, sensing only your pulse beating in your neck and your hot, heavy breath. He let out a guttural purr in the back of his throat.

You were exhausted, sweaty, broken. You couldn’t flee.

He lowered himself to your neck, and you lay back to oblige him.

Eat. Eat. Eat. Eat.

He needed it. He NEEDED it. He was starving, ravenous. He pinned your chest with one clawed hand and moved his lips to your neck.

Eat. Eat. Take. Eat. Take. Eat.

He licked your jugular, feeling your pulse rapidly increasing. He could smell your sweat, he could smell your excitement. Your hand weakly stroked his chest, bidding him to continue.

He opened his maw.

Eat. Take. Fuck. Eat. Take. Fuck. Eat!!

He snapped his jaw open, his fangs extending. He sank them into just the first layer of skin on your neck, and then—

‘Hey, Miguel!’

Both you and Miguel froze on the precipice of pleasure, with his fangs just barely piercing the skin. You knew that voice well enough, and Miguel knew it even better. That was Peter B.

Miguel scowled, his face contorting into a series of angry lines as his eyes burned. He was alight with crimson fire, almost trembling with rage. For a moment he closed his eyes and leaned in closer, as if willing to test Peter’s resolve and see whether he’d just assume Miguel was busy and leave, but unfortunately, his hope was short-lived.

‘Miguel?!’

‘WHAT?!’

Miguel withdrew and snapped in less than a second, causing you to flinch. You could have sworn you heard Peter flinch too, even all the way down there at the base of the office.

‘We got an emergency call, one of the new guys needs help with an anomy.’

‘No chingues… No me estes jodiendo’ Miguel spat under his breath, before finally pulling away from your neck with extreme reluctance. He had to wipe the growing spittle from his lip where he’d been salivating, smearing green venom across his jaw. You just lay where you were, too overwhelmed to move and too worried you might set him off again.

‘I have to go’ he grunted as he rose to his feet. You watched him phase his full suit back on, covering his bare cock again, which reminded you to glance down at your own utterly soiled clothes.

‘R-Right…’ you murmured back. ‘I, um… Look, I—’

Your attempt to speak was cut short as Miguel bent down and roughly grasped your collar, drawing you up to his face. You felt his lips brush your ear, and into it, he hissed.

‘You will be here, waiting, when I get back. Do you understand me?’ he breathed, almost spitting with intensity. A low, hedonistic groan escaped your lips, one you barely managed to stifle.

‘Mm…. M-Mmhm, mmhm, I understand’ you whispered back.

He gave a single, approving grunt before dropping down from his desk into the open air, his terrifying body vanishing into the dark and the mist.

You stayed where you were, panting and trying to figure out how you could clean the cum from his clothes before he returned.

Though… Then again, from the way he was talking, he probably didn’t want you clean. You felt your face growing warm at the thought.

No. He probably wanted to add more.

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𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎:Miles owns a business to help with his job as The prowler, he gets a new assistant thats trying to end his marriage .

𝐀/𝐍: I was scrolling on tiktok and let’s just say , I got some inspiration. Lowkey got bored towards the end also it dosent have the much spanish which is ny fault

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆:Cussing,Spanish might be a little choppy ( blame google) IM TRYING YALL IM TRYING For the story HE US AGED UP

Inspired by : Obsessed-Movie and Some random TikTok I saw .

You were at home relaxing ,I mean you couldn’t do that much sense you were 6 months pregnant.

You are waiting fir your husband to come home . You haven’t seen him all day since he goes to work so early.

You hear keys jingle at the door , who could it be…. It’s your husband. He smiles as he sees you getting up to greet him. “. ¿Cómo está mi mamá bebé descalza? (Hows my barefoot baby mama going )“ he jokes to you . “Im doing well baby daddy “ you joke back to him.

“ Cómo te fué en el trabajo ( how did it go at work)“ you ask him as you penguin walk to the couch.

“it was good but rico is on a family vaction, así que tengo que contratar temporalmente a alguien( So I have to hire someone temporarily)“ he tells you

“ok well you know , contratar a alguien que sepa hacer el trabajo (hire someone who knows how to do the job)“ you tell him.

he nods and heads to the bedroom as he stsrt to undo his tye.

You continue to relax , the baby starts to kick your stomach “baby come get your daughter “ you laugh .

“ Qué está haciendo ella ahora(What is she doing now)“ he asks , he walks out of the bedroom in sweatpants and a tank top and sits on the couch next to you .

“Digamos que le gusta patear (Let’s just say she likes to kick)” you say . “Sound like she might like track , cross country or soccer “ he says “I’m thinking soccer, she kicks really hard “ Yall both laugh.

“I need a break from work, you know how i said we are temoraroy hiring people“ he asks you . “Yes babe“ he tells you . “Hiring today was horrible I don’t think people was reading the qualifications for this job like at all “ he tells you , you start to chuckle.

“What happened,” you ask him .

“So this guy comes in , he sits down so I’m like “do you have any experience with research and finance “

So he like “to be honest no, mi mamá dijo que están contratando y no me quiere en su sótano (my mom mama said they hiring and she tired of me living in her basement )“

so I’m like dang ok . “Do you have any experience with cleaning because we have a janitor job” I tell him

“yeah my moms she made me clean and wash dishes , she made me wash the floor and the walls“ he told me

“Ok , I’ll contact you in two weeks to let you know about the janitor job” I told him

“Yo man thanks “ he said then he walked out .

“Baby , that man was so honest” he says he also made me want to laugh.

“That was definitely something“ you tell him

“I'm going to start with our dinner, tonight we are having chicken with rice “ he says and smiles . “Yum” you tell him

“Voy a ser chef’to(I’m going to be a chef) “ he laughs

“Mhm, tengo mi propio Gordon Ramsey( Mhm , I got my own Gordon Ramsey )you joke

“No no, Soy mejor que eso(I’m better than that)he says .

“oh is that so ,Yo seré el juez de eso(I’ll be the judge of that) “ you tell him.

“Cariño, recibí una llamada del tío( Baby I got a call from uncle), he probably talking about business “ he says . “That’s fine you can answer “ you tell him.

Miles starts talking with his uncle , basically talking about business and other stuff . You usually work him , since you guys are duo “Mrs. Prowler and Mr. Prowler. From then till now , you have experienced all of that job has for offer and you don’t have want that while your pregnant.

He hangs up the phone and really starts cooking . “Baby I got an assistant “ he smiles . “Uncle Aaron chose her and the assistant starts tomorrow “ he says . “That’s good that means you don’t have to worry about hiring “ you say

“Yup and that’s what I like ,Estoy de vuelta en el negocio, cariño(Im back in business baby). “ he says you smile.

“Alright business man how’s the cooking going “ you ask him .

“My bad , ill start now ,No puedo matarte de hambre (I can't starve you) “ he jokes

“At least you know “ you told him.

He cooked and you guys would eat dinner together .

But little did miles know that tommorow he got an assitant from ....

Hell

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @not-aya @html-nae @khamanix

#prowler x reader #the prowler #miles morales prowler #prowler miles morales #atsv prowler #prowler miles #prowler miles x reader #prowler miles morales x y/n #prowler #earth 42 miles x you #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 #earth 42 miles x reader #earth 42 miles morales x black!reader #earth 42 miles morales #earth 42 miles #earth 42 miles angst #earth 42 miles fluff

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avatar-anna · 1 year

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latina!y/n for Grammy blurb eso bc benito is nominated!!

it always feels weird to mention other celebrities in fics, but i just know y/n would be the life of the party at the grammys. enjoy!

Harry was nervous about this year's Grammys, of course he was.

But trust his fiance to steal the show from him completely.

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You were buzzing in a way you never had before. This year, you got to sit at a table with Harry and his team at the Grammys, but not only that, you had prime seating next to Adele, Lizzo, and Taylor Swift, and Beyonce. You promised yourself you would be on your best behavior, that you wouldn't make a fool out of yourself or Harry. There were going to be cameras everywhere, you didn't need that kind of media attention.

But the second tequila touched your lips and Bad Bunny appeared onstage, it was over.

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"Get up and dance with me!"

It was only the first minute of the performance, but Y/n was on her feet and pulling Harry up with her. Both of them knew that Harry was on the shy side, and that he would've been more inclined to dance after a couple of drinks, so Y/n wouldn't have minded if he stayed sitting down. But to her surprise, he stood up.

She jumped up and down and squealed, and Harry could only smile at her in return as she began to dance to the opening performance. He swayed a little and clapped along, keeping his eyes on Y/n the whole time.

She was just so happy, like this music lived in her soul. Harry knew Y/n loved his music, but he also understood the pride his love was feeling as she listened to the music she grew up hearing in her native tongue. And honestly, it was quite magical to watch. And infectious too. So much so that she garnered the attention of some of the backup dancers that were moving through the crowd. They took over for Harry, who had been holding Y/n's hands and spinning her around every now and again.

Harry could hardly contain his smile as he admired Y/n. She was stunning in her red gown, even more so as she moved in perfect time with the music. This night was about him, and nerves had gripped him all day, but none of that mattered to him at that moment, not when her smile was so big it lit her from within.

From that moment on, there was hardly a moment when Y/n was sitting down. If someone was performing, she was up and dancing alongside Lizzo or Taylor, who were more than happy to match her energy.

Harry didn't mind that when people stopped by his table, they ended up having a conversation and sharing a drink with Y/n. In fact, he was happy to see his love so outgoing in public when she was usually so shy around such well-known faces.

Just a few months ago she was practically hiding behind his arm as he introduced her to Chris Pine, and now she was dancing with Doja Cat as Queen Latifah and Missy Elliott performed. Y/n had become the life of the party, yet few people knew who she was.

"She's absolutely lovely."

"She's a doll, Harry."

"I just ran into the nicest young woman, and she said she was with you!"

"Promise me you're coming to the after party."

Compliment after compliment after compliment, and Harry fielded each one proudly. So often Y/n got insecure about what the public thought of her, but she had completely enchanted every single person in the room tonight. It was better than any award Harry was up for tonight.

And then, of course, was the moment when Bad Bunny actually came over to their table at the commercial break, which of course was when Y/n went quiet. Harry shot her an amused look when she gripped his hand tightly and let him lead the conversation, especially when she was the one who spoke Spanish.

"And I saw you from the stage. I should've hired you to be one of my dancers," he said.

Y/n blushed and gripped Harry's hand even harder. "I...I'm just a huge fan. Of—Of your music, and what you've done for the Latinx community...I—"

She gushed to her favorite artist in a rush of Spanish that Harry managed to follow, that same beautiful smile on her face. Not an ounce of jealousy coursed through him, even as Bad Bunny smiled at his love in return. She was still holding his hand, and he knew what it was like to be moved by music, to get to express admiration for someone he'd been a fan of for a long time.

When Bad Bunny eventually left, Y/n loosed out a long breath. Harry leaned over and kissed her temple. "You did great, lovie."

"I think I just blacked out," she admitted, eyes wide with disbelief.

Harry grinned and kissed her again, pulling her chair closer to his. "I'll tell you all about it at the next commercial break.

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It was the end of the night, the last award was about to be called. Once again, your hand was in Harry's, only this time he was gripping yours just as hard as you held his. His breaths were shaky as he waited for the winner to be announced. Harry was as humble as they came, and you knew he would be proud of whoever won the award, but you also knew how much pressure he put on himself. He wanted this, badly, and you wanted it for him.

Muttering prayer after prayer under your breath, you watched the stage, hardly blinking the entire time. When Trevor Noah looked down at the card, then walked over to the line of fans behind him, toward one in particular, you knew.

"Bubba, it's you. You—"

"H—Harry—Harry Styles."

The room erupted, but Harry curled in on himself, hiding his face in his hands. You were there in a heartbeat, resting a hand on his back and whispering softly in his ear. "You did it, bubba. I'm so proud of you. I love you. Now get up there. You deserve it."

Harry finally emerged, and you could tell he was close to crying. You hugged and kissed him briefly, then stepped out of the way to let Kid and Tyler embrace him. Lizzo was screaming and jumping beside you, turning her phone toward you to capture your reaction.

As Harry walked up to the stage and headed straight to the older woman who was his "biggest fan," you immediately had a thought. "Anne. Anne should be here."

You grabbed Harry's phone because it was closest to you and unlocked it, pulling up his mother's contact. The first ring barely went through before the FaceTime call connected. Harry's family was all together to celebrate, but you quickly hushed them as you turned the camera toward the stage.

The moment Harry began talking, you teared up. Harry was so sweet and so clearly awestruck that he couldn't find the words to properly express himself. But he deserved this, more than he thought he did. Harry worked so hard, created something so honest and endearing that you had no doubts that he would win (would you have minded if Beyonce or Bad Bunny won? No, but this was well deserved).

"And, uh, to my best friend, the love of my life, I love you. Thank you for making me the happiest man in the world and allowing me to create music that reflects that. This is for you."

"If you don't go meet your man backstage right now," Lizzo muttered to you, to which Anne muttered her approval from Harry's phone.

Laughing, you quickly dabbed your tears away and rushed off to where you saw Harry disappear moments ago.

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Harry was shaking hands and receiving claps on the back from people backstage. He was smiling, but in a dumbstruck kind of way. He still couldn't quite believe he'd won the award for Album of the Year.

He'd stopped to talk to someone as he handed the Grammy back to a crew member (the real one with his name on it would come in a few days) when Kid tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention. Kid nodded down the hall, and Harry followed his friend's gaze to where a woman in red was standing, her hands clasped together and searching. Searching for him.

Harry went over to her immediately, collapsing in her arms. Y/n held onto him fiercely, one hand cupping the back of his head while the other rubbed up and down his back. The force of everything that just happened crashed into him, and almost as if she knew, his love held him that much tighter, kissing the top of his head over and over again.

"I think I just blacked out up there," he said against her, not quite ready to face the rest of the world just yet.

Y/n tipped his head up and kissed him hard and quick. There was a look in her eye that had Harry blushing; it was the look she gave him whenever she wanted to pull him into the closest room with a lock and be alone for a while. But all she did was rub her thumb against his cheekbone affectionately. "I'll tell you all about it later."

#harry styles #harry styles x latina! reader #harry styles x latina reader #harry styles blurb #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfic #harry styles oneshot #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x you #harry styles fluff #harry styles writing

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xjulixred45x · 5 months

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If I can ask what are your thoughts on Reiji

sincerely? meh.

I mean, I don't hate him as much as I hate the triplets, nor do I understand him like Subaru and Shu, I just don't think about him at all.

although I have mentioned before that he seems like TOO much of a character to me... out of nowhere, so to speak.

So that it is understood, you can understand why Laito acts the way he does, it is not right, but his trauma of SEXUAL ABUSE gives a REASON behind him perpetuating the same thing.

And Reiji's great trauma? have a favorite mom. and that alone was enough for him to BURN A HUMAN VILLAGE WITH CHILDREN, HIRE A YOUNG SEIJI TO KILL HIS MOTHER AND STILL WANT TO REVIVE HER TO MAY HER HIMSELF, BECAUSE HE DID NOT WANT HER TO DIE HAPPY.

(And the WORST thing is that Beatrix wasn't even mean to him and she falls into the spectrum of DL's best mothers)

I mean? WAS THAT HIS GREAT TRAGEDY? IS THAT ALONE ENOUGH TO BE A SHIT ABUSIVE? It's very disproportionate, that.

Just not My cup of tea.

___

sinceramente? meh.

osea, no lo odio tanto como a los trillizos, ni lo llego a entender como Subaru y Shu, simplemente no pienso en el en lo absoluto.

aunque si he mencionado antes que me parece un personaje DEMACIADO....fuera de la nada, por decirlo de alguna manera.

para que se entienda, tu puedes entender porque Laito actua de la forma que lo hace, no esta bien, pero su trauma de ABUSO SEXUAL da una RAZON detras de que el perpetue lo mismo.

¿y el gran trauma de Reiji? tener una mama favoritista. y ya solo eso basto para que QUEMARA UNA ALDEA HUMANA CON NIÑOS, CONTRATARA A UN JOVEN SEIJI PARA MATAR A SU MADRE Y AUN ASI QUERER REVIVIRLA PARA MAYARLA EL MISMO PORAUE NO QUERIA QUE MURIERA FELIZ.

(Y lo PEOR es que Beatrix nisiquiera era mala con el y entra en el espectro de mejores madres de DL)

¿¿OSEA??¿ESA FUE SU GRAN TRAGEDIA??¿YA SOLO ESO BASTA PARA SER UN ABUSIVO DE MIERDA? es muy desproporcionado, eso.

Definitivamente no es un favorito.

#headcanons #diabolik lovers #reiji sakamaki

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wellthebardsdead · 1 year

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Well I finally started getting into mods for skyrim after I discovered Inigo, then Kaidan and then Lucien. The anniversary editions are great, vanilla skyrim is great, but I’m at the point where I need more and Skyblivion is like two years away, elder scrolls 6 is- yeah, and outside of finally giving us sotha sil, that really hot mannimarco, and more daedra content, eso is just really boring!

Well, while looking for mods I discovered a very charming high elf named Caryalind Thallery and I’ve genuinely never seen a more well written npc outside of Dorian from dragon age inquisition and he’s not even a completed character yet!!!

His interactions with Kaidan had me laughing, crying and squealing!!! BETHESDA FUCKING HIRE THEIR CREATORS AND THE VOICE ACTORS DAMN IT! ~Bambi

#elder scrolls #tes #mods #caryalind thallery #caryalind skyrim #yes I’m shipping him with Kaidan #ALSO HES ON THE ACE SPECTRUM

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theropoda · 7 months

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thry should hire me to write lore for eso

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maraleestuff · 2 years

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Writeblr (re)introduction

Hello! My name's Mara. I've been a part of writeblr on & off for the past few years, but I'd like to be more active with the community by dipping my toes back in, starting with a (hopefully) quick reintroduction post.

Edit: this has turned out a bit long, so I'll add a read more link after the "What I write".

About Me:

I'm 21 years old, bisexual, and my pronouns are she/her.

I'm from the Pacific NW of the US.

My ao3: Maralee.

Other than writing, I like playing video games, dabbling in landscape photography, crocheting, and spending a fair amount of time on tumblr.

I also have a site for my photography. If you'd like to browse or buy, check out my portfolio, or you can pop by my ko-fi.

I'm an Independent Consultant for Scentsy. My site is here, or you can click the link in my bio if you're interested. I'll occasionally post about current bundles/ specials, but it won't dominate my blog.

While I'm not currently in college, I wouldn't mind studying archaeology or anthropology; I love learning about ancient civilizations, and their cultures. It really gets you thinking about your life on earth, and what future historians might find.

Little bit of a disclaimer: while this blog started out as a writeblr, it's also a blog for various fandom-related posts, as well as writing resources and advice.

Open to tag and ask games!

What I Write:

My favorite genre, by far, is fantasy. Give me dragons, magic, elves, and epic battles—there's a good chance it'll be a favorite read. I also enjoy science fiction, romance, adventure, and mystery.

I tend to write what I read, so most of what I write is high fantasy or urban fantasy; though I do add elements from other genres, like romance, mystery, action, etc.

Common tropes I tend to lean toward: enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, mutual pining, coming of age. (Not necessarily in that order.)

I write both original fiction and fan fiction.

Current Works

Original:

The Guiding Star. Intergalactic mercenary Halley Gould is hired to protect the LSS, a lighthouse space station from pirates. Sci-fi short story. WIP page. Second Draft.

Descendant. Eirian, a mage in an anti-magic land, is framed for murder and must prove her innocence by rooting out a deep and far-reaching conspiracy. High fantasy short story. WIP page. First Draft.

Kosma. 19-year-old superpowered Evie Sharp discovers a company named Psibernetics is secretly developing weapons. Fantasy novel. WIP Page. First Draft.

Fanfiction:

A Healer's Lament. Alleilyn Willowwing fights against the forces of Molag Bal, making new friends and allies—and facing old foes. ESO fic. In est. 3rd draft, but you can read it on ao3. [wip page coming soon]

Forged in Fire. Artemis Oakenfire discovers she is the Last Dragonborn, but she has other foes to face—such as the assassins who killed her mother. Skyrim fic. Currently, in brainstorm << current details may be revised. [wip page coming soon].

[Untitled]. Imyili Ulvvas, an aspiring mage, plans to study at the College of Winterhold; unfortunately, with the return of dragons and a fool-hardy, adventure-hungry new friend, that will have to wait. Skyrim fic. Currently in brainstorming/ early concept stage. [wip page coming soon.]

I also have completed one-shots in different fandoms:

BBCs Merlin: To Fall, To Rise // By the Assassin's Blade // Of Servants and Secrets // All in a Day's Work

The Witcher (Netflix): The Only Exception

PJO: Encounter

On the Backburner:

WIPs/ works that aren't my current focus.

Descendant // Kosma // Forged in Fire // A Healer's Lament

Future Project Ideas:

One-shot and WIP concepts which are in consideration.

BBC Merlin: Where the Tides of Change Begin // Right Before Your Eyes // The Last Dragonlord

Smallville: Hits You Softly // Be My Memory // One of Them

#writeblr #writeblr intro #about me #WIPs

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feykrorovaan · 1 year

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I think ESO needs to make Fennorian appear in the library in Ravenwatch castle after you've finished Markarth. Just saying.

#elder scrolls online #feykrorovaan #elder scrolls #eso #Fennorian #Fennorian Ravenwatch #he's the only Ravenwatch kid that isn't there #count verandis ravenwatch #Gwendis #adusa daro #TES #ZoS hire me I'll work for sweetrolls

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dontgiveupifyoulovesomething · 11 months

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You are back. Volviste.

Someone can catch your attention from the moment you see them. Hypnotize you and make it impossible to stop looking at them. Captivate you. None of that happened with you.

We started off on the wrong foot, colliding one day and causing me to spill part of my coffee on you. And you got so upset, I guess because you were nervous. And because I stained your entire blouse. I felt bad about that, but I was more bothered by your anger. Because my day was already bad before that.

When I found out you had been hired for the vacant position, everything got worse: it was going to be torture to work with you every day. And it was, during the first month. Your strictness in making everything perfect and my distrust towards you for not understanding what you were hiding.

Human beings are incredibly surprising. We can change our perception in a matter of minutes and understand what seemed incomprehensible at first sight.

And little by little, observing you and listening to you, I began to understand the reason for your anger towards everything that was beyond your control. One day, you opened up to me, telling me about your past and how it haunted you in the present. And I understood once again every word you had ever uttered. And one day, I came in feeling sad, and you hugged me. And with each passing day, that gap that seemed like it would separate us for a lifetime started to narrow more and more.

The fogged-up glass in front of me, obstructing my view, started to crack. Until one day, it shattered completely. I looked into your eyes and I knew: I wanted you for the rest of my life. And when I told you, you felt the same way. And that first wrong impression we once had of each other transformed into endless conversations, advice, laughter, hugs, kisses, love. Above all, love. And it taught me that in order to fall in love with the sweetest and kindest person in the world, you have to open your heart and let them in.

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Una persona puede llamarte la atención desde el primer momento que la ves. Hipnotizarte con ella y no poder dejar de mirarla. Que te cautive. Nada de eso me pasó contigo.

Empezamos con el pie izquierdo, chocandonos un día y haciendo que tirara parte de mi café encima tuyo. Y te molestaste tanto, supongo que porque estabas nerviosa. Y porque te manché toda la blusa. Yo me sentí mal por eso, pero me molesté mas por tu enojo. Porque mi día ya estaba mal desde antes.

Cuando me enteré que habías quedado contratada para el puesto vacante, todo fue peor: iba a ser una tortura trabajar todos los días contigo. Y lo fue, el primer mes. Tu forma de ser tan estricta para que todo saliera a la perfección y mi desconfianza para contigo por no entender que era lo que estabas ocultando.

Los seres humanos somos increíblemente sorprendentes. Podemos cambiar nuestra percepción en cuestión de minutos y entender aquello que parecía inentendible a primera vista.

Y poco a poco, observándote y escuchándote, empecé a entender la causa de tu enojo con todo lo que escapaba a tu control. Te abriste a mi un día, contandome sobre tu pasado y cómo te atormentaba en el presente. Y entendí de nuevo cada palabra que alguna vez habías pronunciado. Y un día llegué triste y me abrazaste. Y cada día que pasaba, esa brecha que parecía que iba a separarnos para toda la vida, comenzó a acortarse cada vez mas.

El cristal que tenía adelante, todo empañado impidiéndome ver, se fue quebrando. Hasta que un día se rompió del todo. Un día te miré a los ojos y lo supe: te quería para toda la vida. Y cuando te lo dije, vos también me querías. Y ese primer mal concepto que alguna vez tuvimos de nosotras, se transformó en infinitas charlas,consejos,risas,abrazos,besos,amor. Sobretodo amor. Y me enseñó que para enamorarse de la persona mas dulce y buena del mundo, hay que saber abrir el corazón para dejarla entrar.

#notloveatfirstsight #love you #inspiracion #historia de amor #lovestory #couple #kiss #love

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fandoms-uniteds-blog · 1 year

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Rules: shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist and post the first ten tracks, then tag ten people 🎶

Tagged by @melishade

No one is allowed to judge me. No one! I have very diverse musical tastes, so I’m glad it’s not my entire playlist.

1. Last Lullaby, Pt.1 - Brian D’Arcy James, Brian Stokes Mitchell, and Lea Salonga (Look, Centaurworld was a weirdass show, but some of the songs are fire.)

2. Idol - YOASOBI (What can I say? Anime openings are awesome.)

3. As the World Caves In - Sarah Cothran (She has a lovely singing voice.)

4. Guns For Hire - Woodkid (The Arcane album is unbelievably good.)

5. Eso Y Mas - Joan Sebastian (If you know Spanish then you get just how romantic this song is.)

6. Hayloft ll - Mother Mother (The fast pacing and guitar gives me chills.)

7. Etude Op. 25: No. 11 in A Minor (Classical music is just as good now as when it first came out!)

8. Addict - Chi Chi, Michael Kovach, Silva Hound (The music video is even better and I really recommend it.)

9. Cake - Melanie Martinez (I like the theme and electrical sound its got.)

10. Olive Branch - Sepiatonic (If you haven’t read the Lackadaisy books or seen the Youtube short based off of it, go check it out now!)

I’m just gonna pick some on my favorite tumblr pages, so I’ll be tagging @sunnylighter @somerandomdudelmao @lets-try-some-writing @kiimmyko @chex-nix @bamsara @factual-fantasy @min-play @blitzy-blitzwing @ask-whitepearl-and-steven

#music #japanese music #spanish music #tagged

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aoyama-division · 2 years

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ARB Birthday Special: Luis Kōkyū

~~ October 25th ~~

"Nothing would be more tiresome than eating and drinking if God had not made them a pleasure as well as a necessity."

"Hmm... what is it? I'm on my smoke break. If it's something to do with a customer or an emergency in the kitchen, I'll be there in a bit. But for the next five minutes, I don't want to be bothered. ...Alright I'm back. What's the prob... what is this? A... present? ...Why?"

"My... birthday? ...Oh yeah. That is today, isn't it? I never really celebrated it much. It's just another day in my opinion. Of course, that never stopped my Abuela. ...But anyway, thanks for this. It was really... appreciated."

Voice Lines:

"...Is it bad that the other people in town knew it was my birthday and I didn't? Guess that shows how much I think about it. But I guess being on Dios' Earth for 10 decades is a reason to be rejoiceful. After all, the life expectancy for most people seems to decrease day by day. ...Sorry, I got off point. Point is, maybe I should start paying more attention to this day, I guess.

"Hola abuela. Sí, gracias. ¿Me creerías si te dijera que honestamente olvidé que hoy era mi cumpleaños? Fue necesario que los miembros de mi personal me dieran un regalo para recordármelo. … Lo sé. Sé que debería ser más consciente de eso, pero es un poco difícil encontrar una razón para celebrarlo cuando no tenía a nadie con quien celebrarlo cuando era más joven. Sí, sé que no es excusa. Intentaré hacerlo mejor. Arrepentido."

(Hey grandma. Yes, thank you. Would you believe me if I told you I honestly forgot today was my birthday? It took my staff members giving me a gift to remind me. …I know. I know should be more mindful of that thing, but its kinda hard to find a reason to celebrate it when I didn't have anyone to celebrate it with when I was younger. Yes, I know that's no excuse. I'll try to do better. Sorry.)

"Tomi, what a pleasant surprise. I figure you'd be too busy getting ready for a party or counting your money to get a gift. ...Oh so you are capable of memory and emotions after all. Be still, my beating heart. Fine, what is it you went out of your way to get me? ...A knife sharpener? Hmm... well, I have noticed my blades have been getting a little dull. Thanks, I'll definitely make you of this. ...Oh get over yourself, you prick. I'm a chef. I work to feed your ass, not kiss it."

"Hey, Karada. I shouldn't be surprised that you got me something. What I am surprised about is that you didn't remind me today was my birthday. I figured you'd be all for that stuff. Yeah, whatever you say. So, what did you get me? ...A chef's mat? For relaxing my feet after a long day of work? ...Yeah, I think I can see that. Perched up on my favorite arms chair with a newspaper and this below my feet. Yeah, I'll think make use of this. Thank you."

Tomi Lines:

A most joyous happy birthday, Luis. Actually, I do have a party I have to attend soon, so I'm afraid I can't stay long. And I have bankers to count my money for me, thank you. ...Do not think that just because it is your birthday that gives you free rein to insult me. I will not allow it. Hmph, whatever. Just take this. I remember the other day you mentioned that your blades were getting dull, so I thought to buy you this. Personally, I'm a little disappointed in it. It was even over $200. But as long as you like, I'm content. ...Thanks, from you? Please indulge me more. ...Fine, have it your way."

Karada Lines:

"Happy birthday, Lu! I can't believe you're already 30! Man, I can't imagine being that old. And of course, I got you, something man. You're my bro! Your birthday only comes once a year, you gotta celebrate when you can. Anyway, I got you this! You mentioned a month ago that your feet were aching for some reason? I would have hired you a masseur instead of this, but they didn't have any cute girls, only guys. But I hope this thing works out for you! Aww, no problem, Lu! Like I said, we're buds!"

#hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypnosis microphone #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #tomi chōten #karada kessaku #jet set trio #aoyama division #happy birthday luis 2022 #alternative rap battle #hympic arb #luis kōkyū

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mrsbunsart · 1 year

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Mrs. Bun's

Jan 2023 Openning

I started this blog last year with the intention of summarizing in 137 words -a nod to my fave numbers- my own take about me and the general scene.

Said little about my old job which I could have said a lot (much more). I shared art!! and small details of me without saying who I am, like that time I wrote about haircare because I bleached my own (for the lack of one) twice or like when I wrote on several occasions about the expectations that society (and ourselves) places on us. I shared bouquets!! Beautiful flowers and quotes!! I talked about celebrities, and their outfits, while tiptoeing about the marketing strategies that are used in the field (because I already develop them in depth in my other blog). I shared The Little Prince and Van Gogh nights!! What the F… Did I even refer an ex?! It's funny that I mention Michael Keaton (no, obviously NOT my ex) and his Beatlejuice when I'm now about to finish my third book on Tim Burton.

And several more frequent references considering the possibility of launching my project to explore my creativity and how happy that would make me, I'll highlight this that I wrote:

"I have fantasized about giving free rein to something more artistic, but I keep trusting that someone will hire me and that dream remains a “playful thought” in the back of my head."

The good news is that finally, this beginning of the year I made myself a space where I can exhibit my creations, art or what name you prefer to call it, where I can grow at my own pace and be able to share it with whoever wants to take a sneak peek and who appreciates it: Mrs. Bun’s

You are most invited to join and accompany me on this journey.

Of course, this blog will continue to carry on with life, too.

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Empecé este blog el año pasado con intención de resumir en 137 palabras -un guiño a mis números- mi particular resumen sobre el panorama propio y general.

Hable poco de un antiguo trabajo del que podía haber dicho mucho (mucho más). Compartí arte!! y pinceladas de mi sin decir quien soy, como aquella vez en la que escribí sobre el cabello porque me lo decoloré (a falta de una) dos veces o como cuando hablé en varias ocasiones sobre las expectativas que la sociedad nos pone(mos). Compartí ramos!! Flores y frases preciosas!! Hablé sobre celebrities, sus estilismos y pase de puntillas sobre las estrategias que se manejan en ese mundillo (porque ya las desarrollo en mi otro blog en profundidad...) Compartí El Principito y las noches de Van Gogh!! What the F... Nombré un ex?! Es gracioso que mencionase a Michael Keaton (no, obviamente NO es mi ex) y su Beatlejuice cuando ahora estoy a punto de terminar mi tercer libro sobre Tim Burton.

Y varias y frecuentes referencias más contemplando la posibilidad de lanzarme a explorar mi creatividad y lo feliz que eso me haría, me quedo con esto que escribí:

He fantaseado con dar rienda suelta a algo mas artistico, pero siempre confío en que alguien me contrate y ese sueño se queda en “tonteo”.

La buena noticia es que por fin, en este comienzo de año me he hecho con un rincón donde exponer mis creaciones, arte o como ustedes prefieran bautizarlo, donde crecer a mi ritmo y poder compartirlo con quien quiera echar un vistazo o lo aprecie: Mrs. Bun’s

Invitadísimos están a unirse y acompañarme en este viaje.

Por supuesto, aquí seguiremos opinando sobre la vida, tambien.

Nic.

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screechthemighty · 2 years

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Hey, remember how I said that I wasn’t gonna post that new Moon Knight fanfic tonight?

Jake Lockley and Gena Landers enjoyers, come get y’all juice.

AO3 link will be in a reblog, but I’ve also posted the first of this fic’s six chapters below if you want to read it here and now! Standard disclaimer: Author does not have DID or speak Spanish, please correct me if I am wrong about things. Also, the timeline is something I made up entirely, so don’t take it as canon.

meet me at our spot: part 1/6 (2019)

Another day, another morning spent rushing around like a chicken with its head off. Wake up. Get the boys ready and off to school. Get back to the diner to help with the breakfast rush. Wasn't even 9 a.m. and her feet already hurt.

Of course, this being the city, it was damn busy. Even with half the population gone, they did good business this time of day. If anything, being one of the only joints left in town was probably giving her more business.

Real shitty way to get it.

But there was no time to think about that. Apron on. Start taking orders. There were a lot of regulars that morning, and some new faces on top of that. Not too many, not with the city having gotten a lot smaller, but still. It almost felt normal, once she got into the rhythm of things.

"Toast and eggs over easy for the man in the cap," she said as she set down the plate. Cap Man was one of the new faces–dark hair, dark eyes, tired eyes, but an easy smile. He flashed that smile at her as he looked up from his notebook. "More coffee?"

"Por favor," he replied. He fiddled with a pen as he spoke. She could see teeth marks on the cap. "Busy morning?"

"They're all busy." She got him the coffee while he started on the eggs. "Life's kept going, somehow."

"Sure has. Lo que pasa, pasa."

"Y solo tenemos que vivir con eso." Gena replied. Cap Man looked pleasantly surprised. "I grew up in the Bronx. You pick up a thing or two. You enjoy that, okay, hon?"

"Lo haré, señora. Gracias."

Any other day, that might have been the end of it. But that day just got busier and busier. Gena kept the place well-staffed (and she'd been damn lucky most of her original employees were still with her) but even a well-scheduled restaurant could hit a few snags.

Sometimes all it took was one broken coffee pot.

The shattering caught Gena's attention immediately. The barrage of swearing really caught her attention. "Can't you watch where you're going? Fuck's sake…"

Gena emerged from the back. One of the new hires, Sarah, was frozen in front of a pissed off looking older man wiping coffee off a briefcase. The swearing would be unacceptable on its own, but Sarah was a sweet girl. She'd had to put off going to college to help her family after her father had vanished. She really didn't need this. "I'm…I'm sorry…" Sarah stammered.

"Sorry's not gonna be good enough if you ruined this."

"It was an accident," said a new voice. It was Cap Man. His friendly tone had completely vanished. "She's trying her best."

"You stay the hell out of this."

"Excuse me," Gena said firmly. She took in the scene as she stepped from behind the counter. Some coffee had gotten on the man's briefcase, but it looked like it'd be fine to her. Most of it was on the floor. "Don't swear at my employees."

Briefcase Man looked taken aback. "She spilled coffee on me."

"And she didn't mean to, I'm sure. Sarah, sweetie, could you get me a mop?" Getting the poor thing away was the first order of business. Fortunately, Sarah didn't need to be told twice. "I'm sorry about your briefcase, but there is no need to speak to her like that."

The man's face went red. At first, he stayed quiet. Maybe he sensed the stares from the other patrons. Regulars who didn't take kindly to newcomers disturbing the peace. Sane people just trying to eat breakfast. She hoped that judgment would be enough to make him back off, but there was always the chance he'd dig his heels in.

And, of course, that was exactly what he did, squaring his shoulders and looking Gena straight in the eyes. "She…"

That was as far as he got. Gena heard shoes hit the floor. Cap Man had gotten off his chair and walked to stand by Gena. He didn't say anything at first, just scanned Briefcase with calculating eyes. "How much?" he asked finally.

"What?"

"Breakfast. How much?"

"...fifteen…"

Cap Man took a twenty out of his wallet. "You're settled," he said, placing it on the man's table. "So you can go now, sí?"

Briefcase looked at the money, then up into Cap Man's eyes. He must not have liked what he saw, because he got up and left without a word.

Like a sigh of relief, chatter returned to the diner. "Cabrón," Cap Man muttered. "No manners anymore." He looked at the mess and crouched down to start picking up the bigger pieces of glass.

"Hey, no, you don't have to-"

"You've got enough on your plate, señora. I don't mind." His smile was back as he glanced up at her. "I'll be careful."

He wasn't wrong, so Gena decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth and got back to work. "It's Gena," she corrected as she walked away.

"Jake."

Gena filed the name away and went back to orders.

By the time she'd caught up and returned to the mess, Sarah was just about done mopping up. Jake sat nearby. "...guess if this is the most exciting thing to happen all trip, I can consider myself lucky," he said. "You sure you're all right?"

"I'm fine," Sarah said. She still sounded shaken, but her eyes were dry at least. "I had worse when I was working fast food."

"Still." Jake glanced Gena's way. "Hope I didn't overstep earlier."

"Listen, you didn't start a fight and he went away. That's what matters." Gena took the twenty off the table and held it out to him. "Here."

Jake shook his head. "That's yours."

"No, it's yours. You've done enough to help."

Jake relented and took the bill. "Well…" He stood up and stretched. "...if you insist. One more cup of coffee if you've got the time?"

He had his last cup and paid cash before leaving. Gena wasn't the slightest bit surprised to find the twenty tucked under his mug with a note attached. For Sarah. Consolation prize for having to deal with assholes. Gena looked around, but Jake was long gone.

She had no idea where he'd come from, but it was nice to know there were still some good people left in this city.

~~~

It was late when she saw him again two days later.

The city was drenched in rain. Ricky and Ray were holed up at a window booth. They were supposed to be doing their homework, but kept sneaking comics when they thought she wasn't looking. Gena was too dog-tired to scold them for it.

The bell above the door jangled. Gena did a double-take when she saw who it was. "Well, buenas noches, mister."

"Señora." Jake grinned as he shrugged his damp coat off. "Really coming down out there."

"Sure is." It was bad enough that even the dinner rush had been slow. Jake draped his coat over one of the counter stools and sat down. He was wearing a t-shirt underneath. The logo across his chest caught her attention. "Really? The Cubs?"

"Stole it from my brother, but yes, really."

"A Cubs shirt, in New York?"

"I like to live dangerously. Besides, I think I can milk the curse breaking for another year or two."

"If you say so." Gena passed him a menu, caught sight of the boys as she did, and sighed. "Ricky…"

Ricky had moved from reading to stacking creamers. Gena sighed. "Richard Douglas Landers."

"Whaat?" Ricky whined.

"Your homework done?"

"This word problem doesn't make sense."

"Well, bring it over here, then." She glanced apologetically at Jake. "Sorry, do you mind?"

"Take your time," Jake said. He shot Ricky a smile, and didn't seem offended when Ricky didn't smile back.

"Okay," Gena said. "Let's take a look."

They had to re-read the problem a few times before it sank in. Ricky's face was listless and frustrated the whole time. She couldn't blame him, of course. Not for that. It hadn't even been a year, and here he was doing word problems as if…

Gena shook her head. "That better?"

"I guess." Ricky wrote his answer down. "I miss Ms. Scott. It made more sense when she explained it."

"...yeah, honey. I miss her, too." Why'd it feel like only the good ones had gone away? No wonder some people were convinced it had been the Rapture. "Just do your best with that, okay?" She leaned over the counter to kiss his forehead. "So long as it gets done."

"Okay." Ricky got down from the chair, dragging his homework after him. "Can I have French Toast?"

"Finish up your homework and you can. And tell Ray I said that." She watched him sit back down before turning back to Jake. "Thanks for waiting."

"That was more important," he said. "Both yours?"

"Yeah, my babies. Well, I guess not babies anymore. You got kids?"

"No, just two brothers. Same difference, sometimes." He passed her back the menu. "Eggs and toast, por favor?"

"Over easy again?"

"You remember."

"You made an impression. Sarah was grateful, by the way. Thank you."

Jake smiled. "Least I could do."

He ate his late-dinner-breakfast quietly, no notebook this time. A few times, she caught him staring out the window. She thought at first he was waiting for someone, but it seemed like he was just people watching. "Really hope this lets up before I have to leave," Gena said. "Absolutely miserable."

"Eh. I've been in London a lot these days. I'm used to it."

"London? What brings a guy from London to Manhattan?"

"Work. Personal chauffeur with some extras."

"Extras, huh?"

"I was in the Marines. Comes in handy these days."

"Ah." She understood now. Jake was pretty unassuming when he was just sitting there eating eggs, but she remembered his presence when he was dealing with Briefcase. Just forceful enough to be effective. Protective. "Must be exciting. Lot of travel, then?"

"Oh, all over. Demand's been something else." He methodically wiped up the egg yolk with the last of his toast. "Something about half of the planet going missing really brought out the worst in people."

"Don't I know it. It's gotten better, but it was bad here for a while. Bad enough that Daredevil left the Kitchen."

"Who left where?"

Right, he wasn't local. "So, New York has a lot of vigilante types," she explained, "and they tended to stick to their neighborhoods back in the day, so Daredevil didn't really leave the west side. Except crime spiked, not enough cops to handle it, so he's been spotted all over."

"Huh. Who else have you got?"

"Luke Cage has Harlem. Knight Wing mostly operates out of Chinatown. Jessica Jones will go pretty much anywhere, but you usually have to pay her. Usually. Queens used to have Spider-Man, but…" She glanced at the boys and lowered her voice. "...last anyone saw him, he was fighting aliens with Iron Man before…it happened. No one's seen either of them since, so…"

"Right." Jake finished off his toast. "Knight Wing and Daredevil, huh?"

"In their defense, Knight and Wing are their names," Gena said with a smile. "Colleen Wing and Misty Knight. Good folks. Don't know what Daredevil's deal is."

"Maybe he didn't pick it?"

"I feel bad for him if he didn't. Can I get anything else for you?"

"More coffee?"

Gena nodded. She was just grabbing the pot when Jake spoke up again. "Actually, do you have to-go cups? Lost track of time, I have to…" He got up with an irritated sigh. "...be someplace."

"Sure thing."

Despite his pensive tone, Jake was all smiles when she came back with the coffee and the check. Paid cash, slid the tip under his plate. Looked like at least 30%. "You stay dry, señora."

"I'm not the one going outside," she pointed out. "And really, you can call me Gena."

Jake grinned as he put his coat back on. "Señora Gena," he said, lifting his cap in a salute. "Buenas noches."

And with that, he slipped out the door and into the rain.

Gena shook her head. "Foolishness," she muttered to herself, but it was said with a smile. He really was something else.

~~~

Theo McCain was an aspiring crime boss. After notorious NYC crime boss Wilson Fisk vanished in the Snap, he began the process of unifying what remained of Fisk’s crime ring.

This process was cut short when he was found strangled to death in his apartment after his son, Teddy, called the police. He gave no description of the attacker, saying only that "the boogeyman" had come for his father.

The segments he had managed to compile were quickly broken up over the next three days, going back underground after being struck by a "specter" who targeted any remaining leadership.

~~~

The damp of spring turned into the heat of summer, then finally chilled into the fall. Life went on as much as it could, all things considered. The boys started a new school year. The diner stayed open, and moderately busy. New York stayed New York. Gena kept moving.

Lo que pasa, pasa.

She didn't think about Jake too often. He passed her mind once or twice, when she had to make eggs over easy with toast or a customer tipped generously. She wondered where he was, and if it was raining there.

But he was out of her mind enough that she almost didn't recognize him when he came back.

It didn't help that it was outside the boundaries of the diner. She was on her break, rushing to grab some things at the closest bodega. She was trying to get the last carton of milk from the back of the damn cooler, cursing quietly to herself at the inconvenience of it, when someone reached up to nudge it closer to her. "Thanks," Gena said instinctively.

"No problemo." Then, "Oh, hey, Señora Gena!"

Her brain stalled for a second. It was the hat that clued her in.

"Jake!" She smiled, her previous frustration forgotten. "Back in town?"

"Just for a few days. How're the boys?"

"Still struggling with word problems, but getting better." She grabbed the milk and gave Jake a once-over. He looked exactly like she remembered, just with a bit of a five o'clock shadow. "New job paying well?"

"Decent enough." Something buzzed in his pocket and he cursed quietly. "And that's probably them…I'll see you, though, all right?"

"See you."

Sure enough, he was back in the diner that evening. Toast and eggs over easy with coffee again. He was back to his notebook, but not for very long. Gena tried not to be nosy, but she did catch a glimpse when she was refilling his mug. Looked like scribbles to her, mostly.

"Yes, it's shorthand," Jake said without looking up.

Damn. Caught. "I'm sorry…"

"Don't be. That's why I learned." He closed the notebook and set it aside with a heavy sigh. "Just happy I'm back in a city that makes sense. You ever tried driving in Boston?"

"Can't say I have."

"Don't do it. And they hate the Cubs even more there." He grinned and took a long sip of coffee. "They get Daredevil out of his neighborhood again?"

"A few times, I think." She tried to stay out of it. As long as the fighting wasn't in her neighborhood, she figured she was allowed a little ignorance. "Your employer treating me okay?"

"Riding my ass a bit, but nothing I can't handle." He shrugged. "Hard times. Makes people testy. I can always take a longer route if I want to be spiteful. Don't think he knows the difference."

Gena chuckled. "Fair enough. How are your brothers?"

"Doing okay. Both busy, too."

"What do they do?"

"Steven's unemployed right now. Marc…doesn't talk about work. Nothing illegal, he just likes to keep his cards close." He shrugged. "Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"Which deity did your staff make a deal with? Because these…" He pointed down to his eggs. "...have been perfect three times in a row. I am never that lucky."

He was so earnest about it, too. "That's proprietary," she said, "but I'll pass my compliments along to the chef."

"Well, whatever it is, keep doing it. I'm not complaining."

The door slammed a little too hard. She didn't miss the way he winced as he glanced back over his shoulder, then relaxed when he saw it was just a patron with their arms full. "Consíguelo," he scolded himself. Then, "Hey, when does the snow start around here?"

"If we're lucky, we'll get a few months before it does. Why?"

"Curious if I'll miss it. Never seen a New York winter."

"You'll have to go upstate if you want it pretty. It's nice here for all of half an hour, even with the decreased traffic. And if you’re thinking of coming back for the holidays, the ball drop’s not worth it.”

“Not even for a one-time experience?”

“Not even for that. Too damn cold.”

“Fair enough. So…what is worth doing in this city? I don’t want to spend my free time in the hotel room again.”

Gena had to think about it. She’d lived in New York her whole life. It made seeing the special places difficult sometimes. And so much of the city had been closed up or abandoned since…whatever it was that happened.

But she knew there were still some places left.

“You got space in that notebook?”

He did, and he wrote down every single location she suggested. There was a quiet intensity in his eyes as he did, like it was all the most important things anyone could’ve told him.

“...and I suppose if you want to do the touristy stuff, you can,” Gena finished.. “I’m sure some travel blog has a listicle of places still up and running.”

“Probably.” Jake set down his pen. “Gracias. I’ll let you know how many I try.”

“You’re welcome. Don’t let your employers grind you down too hard, yeah? I know they’re handing you a paycheck, but you’ve got to live sometime.”

Jake sipped his coffee and nodded. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “Yeah, that’s good advice.”

~~~

Suspected serial rapist Edmund Weller was found dead in an alley on the west side. The only witness–his would-be victim–claimed a white-clad figure saved her, walked her to a 24 hour convenience store, and disappeared once she was safe. The clerk backed her story; however, police were unable to find evidence of any such figure in the city.

~~~

She only saw him once more that year.

It was winter break. She had managed to get the boys out of the house to see some fresh snowfall in Central Park. It was mostly abandoned, save for the odd family or overly ambitious jogger.

And Jake, sitting on a park bench, watching the snow fall.

Gena thought about going to say “hello”, but the peaceful look on his face stopped her. He had the look of a man enjoying his solitude; she didn’t want to disturb that.

Besides, something told her she’d be seeing him again.

~~~

He didn’t know what happened on that trip.

In a way, it didn’t matter. It wasn’t his job to handle everything for Marc. Just the burdens he couldn’t bear.

It was nice to slip out for no real reason for once. To enjoy some quiet and peace.

He didn’t get that very often.

#moon knight #jake lockley #gena landers #fic: meet me at our spot #I can post fics to tumblr again because I actually installed a word processor and it doesn't eff up the formatting like google docs does

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