They're So Beautiful

They're so beautiful

— you could be the next big scream queen.

JUJUTSU KAISEN S2 (2023) • IORI UTAHIME episode 25 • hidden inventory created by akutami gege

I HOPE THEY HAVE A PART 2

That Ain't Me || Miles Morales

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Summary: Miles thought that he was finally safe, now that he's with you and far away from Miguel and danger. But what he didn't know, was you weren't you. Atleast not the same one from his universe.

Warning: Angst!, mentions of self-harm.

A sudden knock on the base of your window disturbed your exams were coming fast, and as much as how you'd love to rely on your stock knowledge and sleep, you just couldn't. There was this gut feeling telling you that if you'll rely once more to your brain, you'll shut down. So here you were, sleepy, and studying your brains out at two am.

You looked around your room, suddenly scared, when you landed on the window and saw the perpetrator. It was Miles. You smiled.

“Hey Miles—!” you greeted, but it seems he's troubled. The bubbly welcome you used to do to greet your boyfriend did nothing to him now when he entered your room through the window. He didn't even look at you. An unnoticeable pang of hurt bloomed inside your heart, but you dismissed it as you approached him.

“What's wrong, baby?” you asked, a sudden bubble of worry building inside your stomach. As far as you knew Miles, he'd always kiss you when he's in your perimeter. It was like, his golden rule. Something must be up if he forgot it. He pants, somewhat too deep into his thoughts that he didn't know you were talking. “They—they think I'm a mistake.” he gasped, his stature weak and shaken. You forrow your brows.

Who would dare talk to him like that?

You hold his hands, lending whatever comfort you can. “Quien, mi querido?” (Who, my dear?) And he looks at you, with eyes that witnessed mayhem and betrayal. Miles clutches both your hands, too much that you flinched at the contact. He doesn't notice that too. “Miguel just wants me to stand by and let my dad—let my dad die!” a punch to the gut. That was what he said.

But Miguel? Who was Miguel, you wanted to ask. Is it a rich guy he's dealing at the moment? But all that managed to escape you was a ‘What?’, too shocked to what he was talking about, and too hurt of his grip over you.

“Right?” he croaked, now finding his mind through as he turned back and forth to the small space of your room. You stood there, like what infront of you was a sight to be admired. “I need to— i need to find somehow find a way to save—” he stopped, the small connecting rhythm of the both of your breaths more alert than ever, but never syncing.

You looked at him, scared and worried all the same. ”I mean, what do you mean, bebito?” you approached, hands slowly finding way to his arms, to stop them from digging through his hair. His...curly hair. When did he take out his braids?

He was panicking, his words jumbled together and the pattern of his breathing was between of too fast or nothing at all. You're scared for him. Miles was having a full blown panic attack. He looked disheveled, his face are full of bruises and his eyes were full of horror and hurt. Who hurt him? Looking at him like this didn't make you feel any better, and you were seconds away from crumbling with him.

God.

Was he having those nightmares again? After a year of battling them off, were they coming back? “Baby...” you begged, your voice a second away from synchronizing with him. You were tied together. Perhaps too tied. You felt like that version of you again, begging Miles to stop hurting himself.

He's hurting himself now.

You closed your eyes, trying so hard to stay calm for the both of you.“Your—” you coughed, and along it a single tear escaped you eye. Miles, like realizing something, begins to suddenly pay attention to you, and to your room. His eyes begs for an answer as it scurried and ate every detail. A very different detail to what he's used to. “Your papi has been dead for—”

You couldn't finish that sentence. Not when the phone on your table buzzed and rang through the crevices of the room. Taking in the silent moment, you looked at your boyfriend, urging him to say something, but he doesn't. He just stands there. Alert and... scared?

You approach your table and pick up the phone on it, managing to catch a glimpse of the Tag Name. Your eyes widened. ‘My love (´ε｀ )’ it said, the bold font of it shining bright and waiting.

What? Your love was infront of you. You look up at him, confused and unmoving. Why was he calling? Did Miles got his phone stolen? Was he robbed, is that why he's here looking all beatin up?

Hesitantly, you answered. “...Hello?”

The silence blankets around the room, and the only evidence that time ever moved was your breathing, and the way Miles’ shoulders moved up and down. The silent ringing of the phone buzzed more, and the radiation of your screen splattered lights to your dark room, illumining your state. Miles had a great view of you.

The other line ruffles, and after that, a little silence followed before a voice. “That boy infron’a you ain't me.” after that, the person on the other line hungs up.

That was Miles voice. Miles Morales. Your boyfriend.

You look at the Miles infront of you. He does the same, his bright beautiful brown eyes looking at you with nothing but betrayal on its residence. His lips quivering and his stance suddenly defensive. What sick prank was this? What was happening? If the Miles wasn't the Miles on the phone, then who's on the phone? If the Miles infront of you isn't Miles, then who was the person in front of you?

A heart and a comment won't hurt, and definitely not a reblog (≧▽≦) (Requests are open!)

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A Mother’s love : Bursts of Affection - Batmom x Batfam

So…I saw my mom this week-end, and she has a habit of randomly screaming “Oh my baby giiiiirl” and hugging me (too) tightly…Like for no apparent reasons. I’d just chill next to her and suddenly, she stares at me and just gives me (almost too much) affection, and it gave me an idea, and boom here’s a mini-fic about Batmom doing exactly that to her boys. Hope you’ll like it : 

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Once, Dick asked you about it. When it was just him, you and Bruce. When he was still a tiny kid. He wondered…

Where it came from ?

Why do you do it ?

What makes you do it ? 

You weren’t really able to answer him at the time, but since then, you gave it a lot of thoughts and…you think it’s because your boys had it tough.

That you’re like that and doing that because they had harder lives than they deserve, and you feel the need to rectify this. To balance things. 

Or maybe it’s because your own childhood had been difficult ? 

You’ve never really had a mother to love you and take care of you in your darkest time. Sure, your brothers were always there (until their death at least…), but it wasn’t the same ? In your little kid’s brain, you idolized what would be the ideal mom, what she would do and say…and so though of course your brothers loved you to death, it just didn’t feel the same than if you had a mom. 

Because you never knew how it was to have a loving mother, you compensated by trying to be the best one ? 

…Maybe it was a bit of both reasons ? 

Maybe it was because your sons and you had tough childhoods, which made you that way ? Which turned you into what you are now ?

But whatever the reasons, you wouldn’t change the way you are…You couldn’t change, if we were perfectly honest. And though they might groan about it sometimes, they wouldn’t change that part of you either. 

That part that sometimes, just couldn’t hold it in…

The love. 

The love you had for them, the love you felt for your children. 

It was too grand and overwhelming to keep it in. Sometimes, it just suddenly popped out out of nowhere, uncontrollably. 

You just loved them so much, you didn’t know how to handle it, and so you just…did what they now called : “Mom’s burst of affection”.  

“Burst” was the right word. 

Because it really was that. 

Everything was alright and normal, and all of a sudden, you’d look at them, and be reminded that you love them so damn much, and that they’re growing up and needed you less and less and…Your affection just bursted out of you. 

Just like that. 

It could happen anywhere at any given moment. It was random. And even if nowadays, you kinda knew why you acted like that, you never understood what really sprout those bursts.

It just…Happened. You just suddenly felt the need to. 

And it was one of your quirk that your children liked the most (though they’d never admit it). 

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Feral Gojo | The Honored One

Father of Mine – 1/2

Character: Bruce Wayne x Daughter!Reader

Summary: With the tragic passing of her mother, Y/N learns to the truth of who her father is. 

Word Count: 4,000+

Warnings: Family death, cancer, absent father, cremation 

A/N: The reader is described as tall in this fic. Bruce Wayne is 6′2 and I’m tall, so I’m indulging myself with no apologies. Read it or don’t. 

“Do you want to say anything before we…” the operator asked her.

“No,” Y/N answered quickly.

“Oh, my assistant forgot to give you this,” the operator gave her a shy smile as he handed her a small cardboard box.

She opened it to find all of her mother’s jewelry that had been on her body at the funeral.

“Thank you,” Y/N told him.

“Ready?” The operator asked.

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