Dazai Birthday Post

Dazai birthday post 🎂🎈

they are so annoying. Ugh. soukoku more like solameku

calling || miles morales

"Hey there Juliet," he called out to you, his mask half pulled up showing off a smirk, albeit a nervous one.

You didn't respond, only rolling your eyes and increasing the volume of your music as you continued to summarise your notes on your desk.

If he could ignore you, you could ignore him too.

"Come on babe," he begged, clumsily pulling off his mask and making his way into your room, shutting the window once he was fully inside.

He pauses for a second, waiting for you to respond. But you don't, your back was turned towards him and you were making a show of twirling your pen between your fingers.

Sighing, Miles's eyes flicked around your room as he thought of what else to say. Spider-business wasn't the best excuse for ignoring you, in fact it wasn't even an excuse. He promised to update you no matter what, it was the only thing you asked of him once you found out of his spidery situation.

The thought of that only made him feel worse. It didn't help that his eyes landed on the framed picture on your bookshelf, and he couldn't help but walk towards it.

It wasn't that old of a picture, it was only taken a couple months ago. One of your schoolmates had taken it, which one, he couldn't remember right now. He was too distracted by what looking at the picture made him feel.

You were both in your uniforms, slightly dishevelled from a day full of quizzes. You were sitting in your usual seat, head looking off to the side with a tired expression on your face, cheeks puffed and lips jutting out. And he stood up behind you, bent down slightly, arm resting on your head and chin on his arm. He looked equally tired, maybe even more so. Eyes drooping, mouth open, and sweat on his brow.

Miles chuckled at how stupid he looked, before his gaze ran down to his hand that rested on your shoulder in the picture. Your hand was on top of his, and he remembered how your thumb ran across his knuckles as you both sat. You were both so tired at that moment, yet so content. He didn't notice that his gloved hand had reached out to touch the part of the picture where your hands met.

He was only one movement away when your voice stopped him.

"What are you still doing here," your voice pulled him away from the picture, making him turn to you.

Your arms were crossed against your chest, and a scowl played itself on your lips. Despite your look however, he saw that red that rimmed your eyes.

And that hurt him the most.

"Hello, earth to Miles," your voice caught his attention once more, drawing his own voice. Sadly, that voice didn't come with coherent thought.

"Um, hi," he said, cursing himself in his head, making you scoff once more.

"Hi, is that all you have to say for yourself Miles?" You growled, walking two steps towards him.

"30 messages, 8 missed calls. And all you have to fucking say is hi?"

He cringed as your voice boomed against your walls, and you were glad that your roommate was gone for the week. You had a lot to say, you had a lot to say for a while now. And now looking at him after all this time, was the final nail in the coffin.

"You know when you told me you were the new Spiderman I was shocked. I mean who wouldn't be," you began to pace the room and his eyes watched your every step.

"One day your boyfriend's your boyfriend, and the next he's a masked vigilante who goes out risking his life every night. And I get it, I understand why you do it Miles." You sighed, looking at him for a split second before continuing your trek.

"I understand why you do it, I admire it even. That's why I didn't stop you, hell I don't have the right to stop you. But all I asked was that you tell me what's going on. You tell me that you're okay, you tell me if you can't make something, you tell me if you're alive."

Pausing again, you turned to face him fully, and it pained you to see the look on his face. But still you continued, taking a step closer to him.

"The first seven times you kept me in the dark Miles, I was worried sick. But I understood why, I forgave you even. Sometimes you're too preoccupied, sometimes you're too tired, sometimes you're too hurt to respond. I understood all those things, I understood that some things are just more important."

You took in breath, uncrossing your arms and bringing them to your sides. Clenching your fists ever so slightly.

"But I can only understand so much Miles." And that's when your voice and his heart began to break.

"I'm tired of waiting on you. I'm tired of worrying about you and wondering if you're safe. It hurts so much Miles, sometimes it's not even like I'm waiting for you to respond. It's like I'm waiting on a ghost."

You take a few more steps towards him, till you were both only one step apart. It took a couple seconds for you to do it, but you locked eyes with him.

"I love you Miles," you breathed.

"I really do, but this," you gestured between you two.

"It's breaking me, and as much as I love you, as much as I want to keep waiting, I can't. I can't, not anymore."

"What are you trying to say?" He finally spoke up, taking the last step towards you.

"I'm saying that it's over Miles."

His eyes went wide at this, and his hands moved to gently grip your hands. He was so surprised you didn't pull away.

"You can't be serious mi amor" he said, bringing your hands to his lips to kiss them. Ever so gently, it was like your heart was breaking all over again.

"I didn't know you felt like this. Please let me fix this," he begged, searching your eyes for whatever hope he could find.

"I don't think there's anything to fix ligaya." You held his gaze, thinking that this would be the last that nickname left your lips.

"And you did know. At least I tried to let you know. Every time it happened, I'd tell you how I felt. And you'd promise that it would never happen again. But it did."

"I just can't anymore Miles, I'm sorry," you said, for the last time, pulling your hands away from him, walking back to your desk.

Miles stood there, mouth agape as he watched you sit back down, putting your earphones in and picking up your pen. He didn't stop you, because he knew you were right.

He remembered all the times you told him how worried you were, how scared you were, with his face gently resting in your hands. And he remembered that he did make those promises, and broke every single one.

He heard you, screaming out and calling to him, everytime. And as he put his mask back on and made his way out your window.

He knew it was all his fault.

Happy Birthday to my fav lil shit

"Congratulation you survived"

I had sent a request like yesterday- and AAA IM SO HAPPY TO SEE IT DONE ALREADY!! IT WAS SO CUTE >^<

I had another idea, cause my brain has been absolutely filled with different thoughts! Once again, earth 1610! Miles morales- but this time with a very well off partner who tends to spoil him alot. Like gift after gift, as soon as Miles is saying he likes or wants something- they're getting it for him!!

It's just something they really enjoy doing and they love seeing the smiles they get from Miles when he sees the gifts!!

-> 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐇.

miles morales x reader

-> u like to buy ur cutie patootie bf miles expensive gifts and he's like aw :(

-> btw guys i do other characters LOL i kinda wanna try writing for hobie!! i've been trying to research british slang but i can't stop laughing (it's the AMERICAN 🤓🇺🇲🔥🔫 in me i swear)

you and your boyfriend miles were walking along the streets of brooklyn, occasionally stopping for snacks or to observe the stores placed amongst each other. you held his hand and he held yours. this was just another after school thing you two would do.

". . . and when i walked in he was wearing my shoes! like what the hell man." miles ranted, slightly shifting the story because if he told you what actually happened he'd reveal his identity as spiderman, and that wasn't a path he wanted to go down just yet.

"pfft, that's funny. you know, if it bothers you so much i could just buy you another pair of shoes." you reply, nonchalantly.

"huh? no way! that's your money, besides, you already bought me enough stuff."

"i gifted you stuff," you corrected, before joking once more, "you deserve it anyway! i mean, c'mon miles be grateful."

"i am grateful! i just feel bad, you know, they're all so expensive." he defends.

"name ONE gift that was expensive."

"the ohuhu marker set!"

it was miles' birthday and you were at his dorm for a small celebration, just the two of you [ ganke left because he didn't wanna third-wheel. ] so, you two were just sitting on the floor as he opened the carefully wrapped gift.

"so, how's being fifteen so far?" you make small talk, while a pit of happiness boils inside of you as you can't wait for his reaction to the gift you got him.

"totally fun. can't wait to do adult stuff." he laughs, and just as he finishes his sentence he sees a black bag with markers in them, specifically 216 markers. it was a set that cost roughly $170.00.

"oh my god!" he stands up, that's the reaction hoped for, "these are so cool." he rushes to pull you up, kissing you on your lips, holding a side of your face with his hand.

"how much were they?"

"don't worry! it's your birthday you deserve it." you pull him into your arms, embracing him.

"i looked it up when you left and they were almost $200!"

"you're worth more than $200 miles."

"aw," he leans his head on your shoulder as you both continue to walk down the street. "wait! what about that other time, when you got me a camera.”

it was summer time, you and miles walked into a random electronics store. as you both observed the different assortments of cameras, miles picked one of them up, a small, old digicam.

"my uncle used to have one of these." he says, as he moves the camera around in his hand to look at the many details on the camcorder. over the few months you've been dating, you noticed the admiration he had for his uncle, he even mentioned going down under the subway tracks to graffiti on the walls.

"do you wanna get it?"

"nah, it's $40. let's go get lunch, i'm starving."

"wait! but you like it right? i could get it for you, if you want."

"what! no way, i should be the one spoiling you." he wraps his arm around your waist.

you both eventually walked out the store, but later, for christmas that year, you gave it him as an early gift. miles felt like crying, not a sad cry, more like, 'i've never felt more appreciated in my life i love you so much' kind of cry. he couldn't stop hugging and kissing you that day.

"the camera was a gift for both of us." you rolled your eyes, "i just gave it to you to hold, indefinitely!"

miles gives you a look, "whatever, you know i'd love anything you give me, regardless of price."

could you do like a bookworm kinda quiet reader with E42 Miles?????

I Always Got You, Got That?

Characters: E42!Miles Morales x Fem!reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Going on an impromptu bookstore shopping run. (Requested) Thanks for the request sweets 🖤

Warning: none :)

While sipping your coffee, you continued to walk throughout the mall when you spotted the bookstore. It was practically calling your name but you didn’t have enough money and you already took too much from Miles.

You weren’t exactly sure about what his job actually is, but he made a lot of money from doing that. So realistically he wouldn’t have a problem with you asking but you didn’t wanna seem like some gold-digger. Your mama raised you better than that.

“You wanna go in there?” Miles asked you. He caught you eyeing the place but was confused as to why you didn’t go in.

“Oh, no. We don’t have to go on and it’s probably boring for you,” you answer and turn back around.

“Nah, nah.” He takes your hand and starts pulling you into the store. “If you wanna go in, then go in. And don't worry about the price, you know I always got you.”

“But you already spent a lot on me,” you argue. And he has. Last week, he took you on a date to a fancy restaurant and the week before that a concert to see your favorite artist. Both of those were extremely expensive and you felt guilty about it when you searched up the prices.

“Because as my girlfriend, you deserve to be spoiled. It’s how I show my love.” He gives you a playful pout and comes closer to you, “Are you gonna stop me from showing you how much I love you?”

“Of course not,” you're quick to say.

He gives you a smirk, “Good.” He drags you into the store, “Now shop to your heart’s desire, okay?”

You nod and go deeper into the store. You pick up some books that caught your eye and put them back because they didn’t interest you as much as the others. You weren’t that greedy.

Little did you know Miles was behind you and picking the books back up to buy them. He watched as you went around the store, going into different sections; YA, Fantasy, Sci-Fi, Romance, etc.

Miles loved seeing you smile as your fingers glided on the book spines, he loved the way your eyes lit up as they read the summary of the book. He loved how you talked so passionately about the books you’ve read and are planning to read. The ones you loved with all of your heart and the ones you hate with every fiber of your being.

You turned around to see Miles carrying a stack of books that pales in comparison to the ones you have in your hand. When you looked closer, it was every book that you liked but put back.

“Miles…” you narrow your eyes at him and walk back to meet up with him. “Why are you picking up these books? I didn’t take you for a fan of romance.”

“1, don’t put me into a box and 2, you can’t carry all these books so I’m carrying them for you. That’s why you put them back because they were getting heavy,” he explains and lies without any shame knowing damn well that’s not the reason.

“Now Miles.” You say and stare up at the ceiling to combat the incoming headache. He doesn’t have to keep spending all this money on you.

“Hey.” Miles called out to you and lifted your head by your chin to meet his eyes. “Listen I told you this before and I will tell this until you get it through that pretty little head of yours, hermosa. My money is yours, okay. You need something you got, you want something you got. I’ve always got you, got that?”

He was being so intense about this which was unusual for him since he’s probably the most nonchalant guy you knew. You suspected there was more to this issue, but you decided not to push it. With being a nonchalant, Miles is also not the most emotionally vulnerable person in the world.

You give him a smile, “Okay then, don’t come crying when I drain your bank account.” You turn to continue shopping, being more liberal in your choosing. And where do you put all the books you pick up? Right in Miles’ hand.

He chuckles at your response and carries the mounting books with ease, “Trust, you won’t hear a peep outta me.”

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