1800classiccherries

[1800classiccherries]

heyyy! Read your Miles fics and I am in looove. O you still write or didcha quit? Just asking, curious and all :)

omg thank you sm 😭 i didnt quit per say… but i was running out of ideas and got busy so here we are 🤷🏾‍♀️ and ngl i forgot i even had this account

but id be open to writing again 🌚

[1800classiccherries]

got a lil drabble cooking teehee *giggling emoji*

[1800classiccherries]

got some new jeans today 😋🔥‼️

NEW HAIR NEW TEE NEW JEANS DO YOU SEE 🗣️🗣️‼️‼️

[1800classiccherries]

Heyy wanted to ask if you could write a story where miles nd the reader had a huge fight nd he later finds out that she is his Canon event

How the story ends is up to you 🤷🏾‍♀️

Inevitable ༄ ‧₊˚

⚘ 1610!Miles Morales x black!fem!reader

⚘ angst! arguing, sad ending, death

⚘ wc: 1.3k

⚘ Thank you for the request! I rarely ever write angst so this took me a long while TT, but I don't hate how it turned out, hope you enjoy!

Canon events were considered inevitable. Something that has to happen to shape who you are. It’s hard to avoid, even when you try to push everyone away, but it has to happen.

You and Miles met at the spider society and hit it off right away, inseparable. There was nothing you didn’t tell each other and nothing you didn’t do without the other, no secrets. You two had promised each other that not long after you’d started dating, no secrets.

“I gotta get back to my earth, dinner plans,” You announce to the group, standing from your seat.

Everyone waves and Miles grabs your hand, “I’ll see you later, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you nod giving him a hug, and he places a kiss to your temple.

Walking down the hall to go home, you hear faint voices. Normally you wouldn’t eavesdrop but you had this gnawing feeling it had to do with you.

You creep behind a wall and listen. You hear Jess’s voice, “You have to tell them, Miguel. You know you do. If not the both of them, at least tell Y/n.”

“What difference would it make? You know if they knew they would try to fix it. There’s already a huge spike in anomalies we can’t afford to make more.” He rests his hands on his hips looking at the floor as he thinks.

What did anomalies have to do with you? What needed fixing? You knew it’d be best to go now but you had to know who they were talking about. Unfortunately, while you were thinking and not paying attention the pair had turned the corner spotting you.

“Did you hear what we were discussing?” Miguel asks, hoping you’d say no. Hoping he didn’t have to tell you something out of your control.

“Yeah… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” You say looking down a bit.

“It’s fine, sweetie. But there’s something you should know.” Jessica says before looking at Miguel.

“We’re not sure when, but you…” he sighs unsure how to phrase it, “Miles is going to have his canon event, soon.”

“His dad?”

“No… you.”

You feel your heart drop and your breath quicken, “what?”

“You’re his canon event, Y/n.”

“Are you saying that- that I’m…”

“Yes.” Jess knew what you were going to ask, and she hated that she was the one to confirm it.

You walk away, there was nothing more to say. As far as you knew it was set in stone. You didn’t want to break a promise but you don’t think you could bring yourself to tell Miles. This one could be broken.

The day after, everything felt like a daze. Each time Miles touched your hand or kissed your cheek you knew that it could be the last time. The thought of that made you sick, and every time it crosses your mind your eyes glossed over.

Deep down you knew there was nothing you could do but that doesn’t mean you couldn’t try. Though, the only way you knew how, was to distance yourself. If you were never with him, maybe I’d hurt less. Maybe it wouldn’t happen at all. 

Miles wanted to know what was going on. Why every time he said your name or cradled your face that day you’d blink back tears and look the other way. Why you were keeping a secret. Why you were breaking a promise. Why you were now completely avoiding him altogether.

“Hey, Y/n, where you going?” Miles asked softly. He felt like he was walking on eggshells, one wrong move and you’d walk away again.

“Anomaly,” you say curtly continuing towards the portal. You knew Miles and you knew he was blaming himself for this. You wanted to hold him close and tell him that you were sorry and it’s not his fault and it never could be. But you didn’t.

“Let me come with you,” he suggests with pleading eyes. 

You look away, “It’s fine. I can handle it.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“I’m not doing anything, Miles,” you say firmly.

“Y/n, I can see you’re avoiding me. You’ve *been* avoiding me. And I don’t know why!” he throws his arms out, “did I do something?”

“No, you didn’t…” you almost whisper, eyes glued to the floor as they begin to water, “You didn’t do anything.” you finally repeat louder.

You were torn because if you were going to tell him now was the time. However, if you weren’t, well then, you’ll probably just end up hurting him further.

“Then, why are you avoiding me?” He asks again.

“I’m not avoiding you! I’ve just been... busy. I’ve been busy.” Lies, and he knew that.

“Y/n…” he sighs defeated. He steps forward, and you take a step back in response. 

“I need to take of this anomaly.” you wiped away an escaping tear and walk through the portal.

Fighting while emotional is never a good idea. Your mind was in a different place and now here you are fighting a stronger anomaly than you anticipated. And you were losing, bad. At first, you had it under control but then your mind started to wander to Miles and at that moment you should’ve called for backup, but you were too stubborn for that. You could barely think before getting tossed and hit again, taking more hits than you could handle.

Feeling the wind get knocked out of you as you hit a pile of rubble on the ground. “Can I get some backup, please?” you gasp into your watch. You had too much adrenaline to feel any pain but in the back of your mind, you knew that probably did a lot of damage.

Catching your breath again you sling a web to the nearest object to help you stand. Before you can fully gain your balance back, you see a portal open with a few spider people and Miles appears.

An alert appears on your watch. You already knew what it was going to say, but you look down nonetheless.

Canon event incoming.

You swing into the nearest alley. Maybe if you left and didn’t participate in the fight the canon event wouldn’t happen. Every bone in your body slowly began to ache, and you sat down leaning your head back onto the red brick walk. Yanking your mask off you catch your breath. It even hurt to breathe

You glance at your watch expecting to see the canon even was disrupted, but there was nothing. Huh? You didn’t understand, you weren’t fighting anymore.

You didn’t have time to figure out what was going on before you hear the villain go down and Miles start to look for you. You wanted to call out and say you were in the alley but you suddenly couldn’t find the strength. Your body ached and your eyelids felt heavy.

Miles swung into the alley finally finding you and pulls you close to him. “Y/n! Y/n, are you okay?!”

“Y-yeah.” You choked out. The adrenaline must’ve been wearing off, your body hurts more and more. Searing pain shot through your body. You could hardly breathe and were too scared to look down, at your stomach. Where you could feel warm liquid spread through your suit.

“I thought I stopped it…” pointless. All you did in hopes of a better outcome was pointless.

“Stopped what?” Your vision blurred but you could still feel Miles’s tears drop onto your face, mixing with yours. When did you start crying?

“The canon event… I thought I…” You really didn’t know what else you expected. No matter how much false hope you filled yourself with, that Miles wouldn’t have to witness this or that you wouldn’t even have to die at all. You knew there was nothing you could do. 

“Y/n, please,” he cries, “don’t do this.”

“I’m sorry for everything, Miles. I really am. For avoiding and lying to you, for even keeping this a secret in the first place.” you could feel yourself using the last of your strength the get these words out. Your breathing was shallow and labored and you felt tired, really tired. “I love you… and keep fighting for good, okay?”

All he could do was nod, sobs making it out before words could. He watched your eyes close and chest rise but never go back down. 

Thanks for reading!

[1800classiccherries]

the animations 🤩 but its wicked whims 🫠

but the animations 😋 but its wicked whims 🗿

but the animations 🥹 but its wicked whims 😔

[1800classiccherries]

Keep you close! ♡‧₊˚

⚘ e42!Miles x black!fem!reader

⚘ fluff! use of n word, thats about it

⚘ Summary: Miles and reader go for a walk

⚘ Pretty short so I didnt bother with a wc.

⚘ This has been sitting in my notes for days and was going nowhere so I decided to stop struggling and post it. I didn't edit it besides a lil read over so if theres typos or sumn doesnt make sense, my b

“Hey, ma, you busy?” You hear from the other side of the phone, after picking up.

“No, and that’s the problem.” you sigh looking to the ceiling, “I think I’ll go on a walk or sumn…”

“At this time of night?”

“Uh, yes?”

You could hear the sound of his jacket shuffling around, “I’ll be at your place in 10 don’t leave without me, aight?”

“Wait-“ and he hung up.

10 minutes go by and just like he said he’s at your door. You shuffle out of your room and open the door wide enough for him to step in.

“I can handle going on a walk by myself, y’know,” you throw out while tying on your shoes.

He shrugs nonchalantly, “Yeah, I’m sure you could knock a nigga out but it don’t hurt that I go with you.” 

Once your done tying your shoelaces, Miles takes your hand in his before sliding both hands into his jacket pocket. You had no end destination in mind, you were willing to go anywhere as long as it wasn’t inside.

After mindlessly walking around in comfortable silence with the occasional fleeting conversation. You could hear a familiar voice down the street but was failing to place where you recognize it. Miles took notice of your concentrated face, as you try to jog your memory.

“What’chu thinking ‘bout?” He asks bumping shoulders with you to grab your attention.

“I think I might know someone down there,” you point with your free hand to the small crowd of people down the street, “Maybe we had a class together…? I guess we’ll see as we walk.”

As you draw nearer you subtly picked up your pace, not really wanting to walk through a crowd of what seemed like people leaving a party. All of them dressed nice, whereas you were dressed the opposite. I just won’t look, You tell yourself being sure to look anywhere but the crowd.

Nearly making it past the group you hear that familiar voice again, “Y/n? Is that you?”

Then it clicked, the girl speaking was in your class last year, Shelby. Y’all got along well and sat together the whole year, she was nice and easy to talk too. So while you weren’t in the mood to socialize you didn’t mind stopping to talk to her a bit. But as the two of you caught up you could see Miles getting flirted with out of the corner of your eye. Shelby followed your line of sight to the boy you kept glancing at.

“Let’s catch up more another another day. Those girls over there can be messy so you might wanna take him and keep going.” she warns.

The girls kept trying to flirt and make advances only to be shut down by Miles with a quick word or step back. You were feeling kinda of bad for him since you knew the only thing keeping him from taking your hand and going back home was that you were catching up with a friend.

“It was good talking to you, Shel.”

 you smile before walking over to Miles taking his hand and giving a sarcastic smile to the girls.

Once the two of you rounded the corner Miles speaks up, “Was fightin for my life back there, bout time you came n rescued me.”

“Aww, I’m sorry,” you giggle, “I’ll be sure to keep you closer when I talk to people.”

Feel free to leave requests or just talk :)

Thanks for reading!

[1800classiccherries]

nothing like starting to write and stopping halfway after you realize its not going anywhere 😂‼️

[1800classiccherries]

Cake! ♡‧₊˚

⚘ Earth42!Miles Morales x black!fem!reader

⚘ Fluff! use of knives for baking, kissing

⚘ summary: Miles and reader bake a cake together.

⚘ wc: 763

⚘ this is my first time writing 42!miles so bare with me 😁☝🏾 (also sorry for the lack of picture, I'm on the fence about changing the way I format these.)

"How hard can it be?" you shrug feeling confident, as Miles reads the strawberry shortcake recipe you handed him.

“mm.. Ion know, this looks kinda difficult, ma…” he flips the paper and reads the rest of the instructions with a squint, “But, hey, if you got experience in this sorta thing…”

“I’m basically a pro, I’ve baked plenty of cakes.” As in plenty, you’ve bakes two and they both turned out less than great, but you chose to leave that part out.

“If you say so…”, he squints at you, “Are these all the ingredients we need?” he asks referring all the stuff on the counter you had set before he arrived.

“Mhm! That should be all of it…” you open a drawer that has a few aprons inside, “Want an apron?”

“you got one of them kiss the chef aprons?” you nod, “then I’ll take that one."

You hand him the apron and then grab one for yourself, yours just being a simple green with faint floral patterns. Once the two of you have tied them on Miles looks at you with an expecting look ok his face.

“What?” you ask already knowing what he wanted.

“Read the apron. I think the chef needs a kiss, don’t you?”

You tilt your head at him with an eyebrow raised, “I think the chef needs to focus on this cake we’re boutta attempt.”

“Aww, don’t be like that, y/n” He pleads, taking a hold of your waist.

With the way he was looking at you, you gave in giving him a short kiss knowing that if you kept going the cake would be forgotten. 

Turning your attention back to the cake it was time to begin, you pick up the paper with the instructions on it and begin reading aloud the first few steps. Whipping the eggs, sifting the flower then combining the two. Miles took care of the eggs and you happily sifted the flour having found it very satisfying.

“Y/n, could you pre-heat the oven? I’m almost done with this part,” Miles requests as he adds the milk and butter into the mixture. 

Once the oven was heated to the right temperature, you place the cake pan inside and set a timer for 30 minutes.

“What should we do for the next 30 minutes?” you ask staring the the cake in the oven.

~

Pulling away from Miles as you sit straddled on his lap, breathing slightly heavy, “Do you hear that?”

“Ion hear anything,” he brushes off pulling you back in by your hips.

You give up on trying to make out the sound and go to back making out with Miles, but you hear the sound again.

“Don’t tell me you can’t hear that?” the sound was driving you crazy and you had a nagging feeling that it was important but you  couldn’t place it.

“Y/n-“ he starts before you cut him off putting a finger to his lips.

“Shh, it sounds like it’s in the kitchen… Did we- Oh! The cake!” you promptly climb off of him and dash to the kitchen.

You grab the oven mitts on the counter and carefully take the cake out dumping it onto the drying rack.

“This actually looks good!” you cheer hopping a bit.

Miles finally makes it into the kitchen, “Of course it does, we made it.”

“I’ll cut this into three, and while it cools we can make the icing. Get the cream and sugar out.” Miles follows your instructions grabbing the necessary ingredients.

You pull a knife out of the drawer and cut the cake horizontally into three shorter cakes. Miles whips together the cream and sugar being sure to not make a mess. 

After the icing is made and the cake is cooled, it’s now time to assemble. You got the strawberries out of the fridge, washing and cutting them in half. Miles spreads and even layer of icing between each layer, pausing each time so you can add the strawberries.

Coating the cake with a layer of icing along the outside and adorning the cake with the last finishing touches, the two of you take a step back to admire your work.

“I won’t lie, it looks great.” Miles admits surprised at how well it turned out.

You grin hearing the compliment “See? And to think that you doubted us.”

“Not too much, for all we know it could be nasty.”

It was very much the opposite and y’all couldn’t help but eat most of it. Being sure to save a piece for your families to try.

Thanks for reading!

I didnt edit much and wrote pretty quick this so if sumn doesnt makes sense, oopsie 😋

[1800classiccherries]

Good night!

⚘ 1610!Miles Morales x black!fem!reader

⚘ fluff! teen romance, heights, sneaking out (?)

⚘ summary: Late at night, Miles pays Y/n a visit asking to go for a swing.

⚘ wc: 828

Jazz was filling your otherwise quiet room as you lay on your bed facing the ceiling with your legs up against the wall. From below your room, you could hear the faint sounds of a party, and outside your window, the never-ending sound of cars and people in the city went by. 

You close your eyes for a moment letting the music push away your thoughts. That night you weren't really thinking about anything in particular, just various things like your week, funny memories, how you'll decorate your future apartment, things you need to do the following day, etc. You could say you were just in a thinking mood.

Under the sound of jazz, you hear a faint tapping at your window. At this hour? You thought to yourself, craning your neck to look at the source of the sound. Your boyfriend, Miles, is crouched there at the window in his Spiderman suit, putting a hand up when he sees that you noticed him.

While you had been listening to jazz and thinking about random things, Miles was (surprisingly) listening to nothing and thinking of you. So instead of trying to fight it, he suited up and swung to your place, assuming you were still up.

Sitting now upright, you crawl off the bed and over to the window to let Miles in. 

“Hey,” you were giving him a look that, while trying to seem inviting, was asking ‘what are you doing here so late.’

“Hi,” he looks around your room, taking in the music and warm feeling of a dark room being lit with lamps and candles. “I, uhm, couldn’t get you off my mind, so I thought I’d swing by… hope you don’t mind.”

“No, I don’t mind. I was just sitting around, thinking.” 

“About anything in particular?” Miles asks with caring and interested eyes.

“No, not really. Plus, I can’t seem to remember now that you're here.” You laugh sheepishly.

Miles looks down at the ground before looking back up at you with a smile, “Wanna go for a swing?”

“Yeah, I’ll get my suit” You walk to your closet, getting the spider suit Miles made for you so that if you were to go swinging with him, your identity would be concealed as well.

Once you’re suited up, you climb out your window, shutting it behind you, meeting Miles on the fire escape. As you wrap your arms around him, he shoots a web out to the nearest building taking off.

While you weren’t the biggest fan of swinging around with the occasional free fall that never failed to freak you out, you did love the views. From up high, looking down at all the lights and people brought a warm sense of comfort, knowing that there were so many other lives out there and that you weren’t really alone.

Miles smiles to himself, feeling your heartbeat against his chest, laughing whenever he free falls, causing you to tighten your hold on him. After a while, he pulls over to a rooftop taking his arm away from your waist. You take a few steps back and look around at the view, and while you look at the view, Miles is looking at you. Seeing the city lights shine on your face and sparkle in your eyes, he was in awe, and when you turned to look at him, he felt his heart stop beating.

“What is it?” You asked with a smile when you caught him starting.

“Nothing, it’s nothing,” he brushes off shyly once he snaps out of his daze.

Walking to the edge of the rooftop, Miles takes a seat, legs dangling off the edge. You follow suit and rest your head on his shoulder.

“Tell me about your day,” you prompt, not wanting to goback home quite yet.

And you got your wish. The two of you stayed on that rooftop talking about any and everything, from school and music to family and spider-people. Miles was one of those people you felt like you could tell anything to; he also reciprocated the feeling.

After what easily could’ve been hours, you realize the time, “We should probably head back now.”

“Yeah, you won’t get in trouble or anything, right?” he stands, putting out his hand for you to take, making sure you don’t fall.

“Nah, I’m pretty sure everyone was asleep when you came.”

Now back at the fire escape, you slide open your window and climb into your room, careful to not make any sounds.

Once you’re in, you take off your mask, and turn back around, leaning out of the window slightly, “Thank you for tonight, Miles. I had a great time.”

“Yeah, me too.” You begin to walk away from the window but stop when you hear Miles’s hushed voice.

“Wait,” you walk back to the window, “hm?”

Miles gently places a hand on your cheek and a sweet kiss on your lips, 

“Good night, Y/n.”

“Good night, Miles.”

Thanks for reading! (^^)/

[1800classiccherries]

nooo uk what game really tests ur relationship?! OVERCOOKED !! i have never done so much yelling in my life 😂 it takes 2 definitely had me side eyeing my man for sure tho 😂 love ur hcs btw , i def can see it happening

overcooked changes me for the worst 😭 i had my friend in tears bc i was yelling so much, same with one armed cook, cooking games just bring the worst outta me

[1800classiccherries]

It takes two!

⚘ 1610!Miles Morales x black!reader

⚘ fluff! yelling, suggestive jokes, video game death

⚘ summary: playing it takes two with Miles

⚘ if you’ve never played the game before or just don’t remember the parts of the game that are referenced, I put time stamps for a playthough of the game

⚘ my friend 07-bilin and I started playing this game recently and let me tell you it had me sweating.

It takes two was a game that put your and Miles’s relationship on thin ice. But before y’all were yelling at each other everything was peaceful and calm (for the most part) as the two of you went though the vacuum level.

“Ohhh! You press ctrl! Tell me why I thought it was shift this entire time.” you facepalm after being stuck on why the button won’t go down for the past 5 minutes. 

“Dr. Hakim goin’ crazy with all this pelvic movement.” Miles comments, causing the both of you to start giggling.

“Aim, Miles! Why aren’t you aiming!” “I’m trying!”

“Bro, why is Dr. Hakim instigating so hard.” you frown watching the cut scene before the vacuum boss fight.

 “A pretentious French vacuum, who can’t even suck properly!” The vacuum yells during the cut scene. You and Miles try to act mature and hold back your laughs but the vacuum kept going, “I’ll show you who’s the best sucker!!” The game had to be paused because of how hard y’all were laughing. (26:17)

After struggling through levels it was time to start using the hammer and nails, which definitely tested your patience. 

“Oh my gosh! Look at my screen, there! The yellow area. Put the nail there!” You yell getting aggravated as you try to explain where Miles needs to shoot the next nail. “Okay, okay!”

“Y/n quit jumping before I stop the platform!” 

Both of you kept dying from nails raining from the ceiling. (44:57)

“These nails are getting on all of my nerves!” you rage as you spam the ‘E’ button to respawn.

“He’s boutta lay down the shovel, get ready.” Miles warns. While fighting the toolbox y’all were locked in since this boss fight was way harder than the last. (50:47)

“Yo… why his eyes rollin’ back…” you say as you watch the cut scene where the hammer is getting pieced together again, “That’s what I’m sayin’” (52:02)

Thanks for reading!

this one was really quick so if there are grammar errors dw about it

I’ll probably make more of these as I keep playing since they’re fun to do

[1800classiccherries]

Dinner!

⚘ Miguel O'hara x fem!spider!reader

⚘ fluff! injury

⚘ summary: Miguel gets hurt during a mission and Y/n finds him and helps.

⚘ wc: 924

You sigh, sitting in the cafeteria, spider watching (people-watching but y'know, with spiders). You wondered why Miguel refused to let you go on this mission with him; you normally always accompanied him, but not today. To be honest, you felt like a loser sitting there alone; every spider passing by was talking to someone except you. It had crossed your mind to look for the others in your circle, but they were all on missions as well.

You pick up the empty cup on the table, throwing it away as you walk out of the cafeteria. Where were you going? You didn't know where, but sitting there alone was making you sad.

Walking past the corridor that leads to the monitoring room, you hear a stifled groan echo inside. You pause, debating on whether or not to check it out because, to your knowledge, Miguel was out right now.

Jumping a few times to hype yourself up, you start down the corridor. "Hello? Is someone in here?"

It seemed like no one was there, and no one responded, but your spider sense was telling you otherwise. It was telling you to swing to the platform. So you did; you knew better than to ignore the sense.

Shooting a web up, you zip through the air, lightly landing on the platform.

"Why didn't you tell me you were back?"

Miguel was there, hunched over one of the control panels clutching his side. With a sharp inhale, he stands up to his full height, but not without him wincing as a result.

"Just got back, figured you were busy," he says, looking the other way.

"You know I'm never busy, Miguel," you glace to where his hand was holding his side, "What happened?"

"Nothing major; it's just a scratch."

"Scratches don't bleed like that, last time I checked." you retort, crossing your arms over your chest. "Let me see it, please."

"Y/n. It's fine, really." he brushed off, beginning to walk away.

You gently place a hand on his bicep, "Please. let me help."

He looks at you for what feels like forever, and his shoulders relax, "fine."

You look around for somewhere he can sit. Why are there no chairs here? Does he ever sit? Your eyes settle on an open space on the control panel.

"Lean against this. I'll get some supplies and be right back."

~

You come back with an arm full of bandages and a bowl of soapy water. "I'm back," you set down the supplies before taking a step back to look at Miguel. His hand is no longer covering up what seems to be a deep wound spanning quite a few inches; whoever he was up against must've been really strong to get through his suit. It seemed he didn't need stitches, which was good. You wouldn't have been able to do that. The problem at hand was how you were going to go about this, his suit was in the way, and you didn't have the guts to ask him to take the top part off.

"Do you need me to take off the top part of my suit?" He asks, noticing how you're looking at him.

"Yeah, thanks," you turn around.

"You can turn back around, Y/n," You hear his voice from behind; it also sounded like he was laughing a bit, but you weren't sure.

You turn around, and if this was a cartoon, your eyes would've popped out of your skull. The top of his suit was gone, now revealing a sculpted torso. However, you don't let yourself gawk long since there's a task at hand.

You move closer to him and crouch to get eye level with the wound. You pick up the rag in the soap water and get started. As you were washing the wound, you wondered if you should strike up conversation or just stay silent.

You chose the former, "How'd this happen?"

"I don't want to talk about it." So much for conversation.

But the tension in the air was palpable. You could feel his eyes on you, and it took everything in you to not look up, not while you were this close to him.

"I can feel you staring at me," you mutter, feeling your heartbeat pick up.

"Sorry, couldn't help it. You're really beautiful."

"Stop," you chuckle softly, having a hard time focusing with him being shirtless and complimenting you. On the outside, you stayed calm, but inside, on the other hand, you were bouncing off the walls.

You finish cleaning the wound and grab the bandage wrap, "Could you stand so I can wrap up the wound?"

He does as you ask, putting his arms out a bit so you can wrap the bandage around his torso.

When you're done, you take a step back and look up at him, "All done. I'm no doctor, though, so go to the infirmary if anything happens."

"Alright, thank you." there was a look on his face you couldn't recognize as he took a few steps toward you.

"It's the least I could do; we're friends, after all..." Sadly.

You both stand there, unsure of what to do now. Miguel looked at you; he contemplated if now was a good time to ask you out to dinner.

"Would you like to get dinner sometime?" He asks, a little nervous about what you'd say.

You felt a smile tug at the corners of your mouth, "Like as a date?"

He nods, "As a date."

"Yeah, I'd like that a lot."

Thanks for reading!

[1800classiccherries]

Go home machine!

⚘ 1610! Miles Morales x black!spider!fem!reader

⚘ idk if this is necessarily fluff... but idk what else I’d classify it. spider gang is featured in this one. it’s basically the reader inserted into the movie

⚘ summary: Miles arrives to HQ only to have every spider in the building after him. Y/n and Margo help him go home.

⚘ wc: 1.2k (yippee)

You were talking to Margo about something random while she was strolling around the spacious room. Your and Margo's job was to run the “go home” machine. Though doing that job didn’t stop y’all from talking, which led to you two becoming very good friends. 

While you talked, you noticed a Spider-man you hadn’t seen before approaching behind her, but you didn’t say anything about it ‘cause that’s what a spider sense is for. 

“No, but that's what I’m saying, though. Like, imagine if-” She bumps into him.

“So you just weren’t gonna tell me someone was behind me?” she looks back at you offended, getting a shrug in response, before she rolls her eyes at you and looks back at who she ran into.

“I’m Spider-Man.”

“Woww, no way- All of us are.” she deadpans, getting a snicker from you watching this happen.

“Can we just keep moving?”

“what's the rush, Gwen?” you speak up, noticing how she seems on edge.

“Have somewhere to be,” vague answer.

You open your mouth to reply before getting cut off by Miles. “Woah woah woah, w-what are you?” he questions interested. 

Margo explains while starting up the go-home machine. The group proceeds forward in your direction whilst you rock back and forth on a makeshift swing you made out of webs.

“Ah, so you’ve been making the swings. Defacing the workplace; respect,” Hobie says with a proud smile walking up to you.

“Thank you, brotha,” you dap him up.

Gwen turns her head to you, “I thought Miguel told you to stop making them?”

“He did, and then the next day, I saw him sitting in one of them, which basically means keep going. And plus, they’re very comfortable and dissolve after a few business days so what’s the harm” You shrug nonchalantly, not really caring about the webs you leave around the building.

You shift your attention to the unfamiliar face looking at you. You raise your eyebrows in curiosity, prompting him to introduce himself. “Oh, I’m uh- Miles.” 

“Nice to meet you, Miles.”

You get up to go to the control panel, needing to do your side of the work regards to the go-home machine. After doing your part, you walk back over to the group, following their line of sight to the sizeable machine.

“what does that do?”

“apart from having a great name.” 

“The go-home machine”

“What’d I say?” Hobie quips with a singular chuckle.

“I voted against it.” Gwen clarifies.

“We voted for it,” you say, referring to you and Margo, “It’s a cute name.”

 Margo looks over at the group, “It detects whatever dimension your DNA is from and sends you there.”

“Cool, right?” I grin.

“Super humane and not creepy,” Hobie adds inexpressively.

“well, y’know,” I shrug.

After a moment of silence, you see Gwen sigh out of the corner of your eye, “We should go.”

“Uh.. see you two around?” Miles asks, getting a nod of confirmation from the two of us.

“Hey, good luck out there, man,” Margo calls.

“Have fun!” you add with a shout before Miles gets a web shot to his back and is dragged away.

“Okay, bye!”

Margo lets out a laugh, and you sit back on your web swing. As she turns to face you, her smile falters, seeing your slowly spreading grin and giggle, “Why he kinda...”

“Girl, stop.”

~

“Ugh, Margo, tell me why I can’t get this boy outta my head,” you’re hanging upside down with your hands covering your face giggling.

“Y/n, you had one conversation with him- actually, it wasn't even that- less than that. You said-” A blaring alarm cuts Margo off from continuing to go in on you.

All stations; drop what you're doing and stop Spider-Man!

“Looks like you're finally getting locked up,” Margo smirks.

“Very funny.” you give her a look of annoyance. “I bet every spider in the building is making that joke.”

Ay coño, Miles! Miles Morales! He’s entering sector four!

“Huh. Weird.” You shrug after the hologram from your watch closes.

“That’s all you gotta say?” 

“What do you want me to say, Margo? ‘Well, shucks, lemme go find him right away!’”

“Ooh, you infuriate me.” She seethes.

“Love you too...” you trail off, giving her a stink eye. You put on your headphones and mask. 

“Going on my break. Let me know if you need sumn,” I announce as I walk out of the room.

“What convenient timing...” Margo mutters.

~

Contrary to Margo's assumption, you were not going on a break to look for miles. You genuinely were just tired of working. You roam the halls, closing your eyes as the music in your headphones plays; suddenly, you feel a body collide with you, knocking you to the ground. So much for a spider-sense.

“Hey! Watch where you’re swing- Oh. Hey,” You backtrack, dropping your aggravated tone when you stand up seeing Miles rushing to get up, looking around.

“You gotta hide me!” He pleads; knowing what’s happening from the announcement everyone had gotten, you nod. “Follow me.”

You jump up onto the ceiling shrinking down 10 sizes.

“Woah!” Miles exclaims, “Can you do anything?” You ask, hoping he has some kind of skill to help your plan of sneaking away.

He fades in and out of being invisible before staying that way, “Perfect!” I cheer, “Let’s go.”

As Miles follows you crawling around obscure passageways and corridors, you figure this is a good time to flesh out the next plan of action. “Where are you trying to go from here?”

“Home, I want to just go home.” he breathes, sounding exhausted.

“Margo and I can send you there with the go-home machine.” You offer, knowing she’ll help.

“Thank you, I really appreciate this.”

“Mhm, no problem. And if you don’t end up coming back here to visit or whatever, I’ll be sure to visit you.” You say with a sweet smile.

Eventually, you and Miles make it back to the room housing the go-home machine.

“Psst! Margo!” You whisper-shout dropping from the ceiling onto her shoulder, still miniature-sized, of course.

“What?” she looks over at you, “why are you so small?”

“I bumped into Miles while I was on a walk, and well, y’know, he’s kind of a wanted man, so I offered we’d get him home,” you explain, hopping off her shoulder, sizing back up to normal. Miles followed suit, letting go of the ceiling and returning visible.

Margo looks at Miles for a moment, “Sure, I’ll start it up.”

You and Margo get to work as Miles swings onto the platform. It was all going smooth until Miguel broke through the glass, yelling, “Stop him! Now!”

“Man, what does it look like I’m tryna do?!” Margo yells back, the both of you acting like you can’t stop it. 

The dashboard to the machine prompts the finalization screen, and you run over to Margo's side of the room, giving each other a nod and then looking at Miles. You give him a thin-lipped smile before Margo presses ‘yes.’

The red lights in the room fade away and silence in the room was loud, deafening even, aside from Miguel’s heavy breathing.

"What do we do now...” you whisper to the avatar beside you, seeing Miguel rip the web swing you made off the ceiling after it brushed against his arm.

“No idea.”

Thanks for reading!

sorry if there are any mistakes, this is longer than what I normally write so I wouldn’t be surprised if something got overlooked. also the picture i used doesnt really match but it is what it is.

[1800classiccherries]

if there’s smth specific yall wanna see lmk cuz i’m struggling to think of stuff teehee

[1800classiccherries]

Slideshow! pt 2

⚘ 1610!Miles Morales x black!fem!reader

⚘ fluff! teen romance

⚘ summary: Y/n and Miles after making a slideshow to convince his parents to let them be in his room with the door closed.

⚘ wc: 571

part 1

After some consideration, Miles's parents have reached a verdict. So there you and Miles stood before his parents, about to find out if the hard work you two put in would pay off.

Rio looks at the two of you, "You two are good kids, so we're going to trust you have the door closed."

"Don't mess it up," Jeff adds before giving a thumbs up, which you and Miles return happily.

Now you two were sitting in Miles' room, alone, with the door closed. The movie you two had been watching was over, leaving a loud silence in the room. You peek over at Miles, seeing him already gazing at you with a small smile.

Miles puts his hand over yours, "Hey."

"Hi," you say dreamily, failing to hold back a smile.

~

Outside of Miles' room, Jeff approaches, though he’s hesitant because he doesn’t hear anything inside. Earlier, when they were watching the movie, he would walk past and could hear movie sound effects paired with faint conversation. But now it was quiet.

Knocking on the door, he calls out, “Miles? Y/n?”

Inside the room, it was also quiet, except for you, whose heartbeat was especially loud as his lips were on yours. The same for miles too. However, hearing the knock at the door caused the two of you to swiftly break apart and scoot an unsuspecting distance away from the other.

“Yeah?” Miles calls back, clearing his throat right after, finding it now very dry.

The door gradually opens as Jeff peeks into the room, “your mom is asking what you two want for dinner.”

“Oh! uhm..” you and Miles start practically simultaneously. Looking at each other wide-eyed and blinking, both of your minds go blank, hoping the other says something first.

“Uh- uh.. any- anything! is good… anything’s good.” Miles forces out, and you nod in agreement.

“Uh huh…” he expresses, slowly closing the door behind him as he leaves with a suspecting expression on his face.

When the door clicks shut, you let out a sigh of relief, Miles doing the same.

“Gee, golly.” Miles always liked it when you said corny lines like that; it never failed to make him laugh a bit.

“Well, I guess that’s the end of that.” Miles says aloud, “Unless…” he looks over with his eyebrows raised and a smirk on his face.

“Unless what?” you question, giving him a puzzled and unamused expression.

“Unless we don’t want it to be the end,” he offers suavely as he leans in again for a kiss.

“Please, be serious, Miles.” you deadpan.

“I’m so serious, Y/n,” he states with the same tone, his face inches away from yours.

Before either of you can make another move, the door opens, resulting in both of you freezing in terror for a moment. You come to your senses and shove him away, both of you now playing it off like nothing was happening.

Rio stood in the doorway, looking at the two of you in skepticism, “…I was going ask, Y/n, if you wanted to invite your parents to join us for dinner.”

“Yeah, sure,” you nod stiffly, embarrassed, as you reach for your phone.

“And how about we leave the door open some from now on,” Rio says, giving Miles a look before walking away, leaving the door partially closed.

"Funny," you comment, splitting up the sylabuls.

“Ha… ha…” Miles laughs nervously, “Oops."

Thanks for reading!

one of these days imma write smth 1k+ words just to find out if i can, wont be anytime soon but one day !!

[1800classiccherries]

Guitar strings!

⚘ Hobie x fem!reader

⚘ fluff, getting injured, bleeding, treating injury

⚘ summary: y/n hurts her fingers playing guitar and hobie treats it.

⚘ wc: 446

Hobie was freestyling on his guitar, and you were trying to perfect a riff you had been working on all day. An evening glow filtered into your room, setting a perfect mood of peace. It had been a while since you had played electric guitar, so the tips of your fingers were beginning to get pretty red and hurt like crazy. But every time that happened before, you would keep playing regardless, and your figures would adjust.

Looking down at your hands, you lour, "My figures are killing me; I can hardly press down."

"Let's take a rest then, yeah?" he says, putting his guitar off to the side.

"yeah… but I'm gonna keep going a little longer. I really wanna get this down," you declare, determined to perfect it.

Nodding, Hobie lays his head back against your bed, looking up at the ceiling. He knew that when you were set on doing something, you planned to stick with it and keep going until you were satisfied enough to take a break. However, as you play, you feel a slicing pain on your fingers from the guitar strings, causing you to stop abruptly. Hobie notices the sudden stop and looks over in your direction. You look at him, fighting back tears as you hold your hand up for him to see. It was starting to bleed a little on your middle and index fingers.

"ow," you painfully choke out.

Getting up, Hobie shakes his head and walks over to you on your bed, picking you up with his hands under your upper thighs; You instinctively rest your hands on his shoulders. Sure, you could've walked, but you weren't complaining. Carrying you into the bathroom, Hobie sets you down on the counter before getting the first aid kit off the shelf. He gets out disinfectant and bandaids, setting them beside the kit.

"This'll sting," he forewarns as he dabs some of it onto a cloth.

"then don't do it," you protest.

Ignoring your objection, Hobie picks up your hand and gently presses the cloth on the wound. With the stinging sensation setting in, you shut your eyes, hissing. He chuckles at this, setting the cloth off to the side.

You open your eyes to see Hobie's amused face glancing at your displeased face as he opens the bandaids. Setting your hand down after wrapping the bandaids over the freshly disinfected wounds, he steps forward to stand between your legs with his hands resting on your thighs.

"didn't even hurt, did it?" he smirks.

You roll your eyes with a false tone of annoyance, "Stop looking at me like that with your fine self before I kiss you."

Thanks for reading!

kinda wish I made it longer but i got tired so oh well. also idk if the whole him picking you up thing make sense but I pictured it sort of like this

[1800classiccherries]

why is writing stuff during the day actually impossible 🤨 ive been sitting here staring at my screen for the past hour listening to at your best you are love on repeat without writing a single word 😔☝🏾