#earth 1610 peter parker

[pandadrake]

Was going to doodle a werewolf AU Miguel design because it would be stupid easy, but then I got blindsided by the 1610 boys. Peter-1610 was a real one.

I feel like werewolf stuff is kind of my brand (unintentionally) even though I never upload any of it here. Bonus: a kitty

(Miles, he looks like Abuela for the same reason you do.)

[spid3rgrrrl]

i need an au where earth 1610 peter parker lives. i miss him.

[nocontextspiderman]

Ultimate Spider-Man Super Special (2002)

[kairiscorner]

my headcanons masterlist

YO, so here are the headcanons i've made so far :>

the atsv babes with an ambiverted partner

miles morales x filipino reader headcanons (part 1)

miles morales x filipino reader headcanons (part 2)

miguel o'hara x filipino reader headcanons

gojo satoru x filipino reader headcanons

noir x filipino reader (1930's era)

noir x filipino reader (modern era)

noir slow dancing with you

miggy's ass part 1

miggy's ass part 2

spider noir with an aroace s/o

drunk miggy headcanons

drunk noir headcanons

miles g morales headcanons

miles 42 x filipino reader

the atsv when you lose your glasses

hobie brown x filipino reader

miggy and how he loves the little things about you

pav x filipino reader

gwen x filipino reader

noir gets dragged in a mosh pit

miguel o'hara in a noli au

spider noir in a noli au

miggy with a black cat reader part 1

miggy with a black cat reader part 2

spider noir with a drunk reader

peni parker with a magical girl friend reader

miguel x filipino reader headcanons tito version

spider noir x spider dude headcanons

teenage miggy x filipino reader (hs enemies to lovers part 1)

teenage miggy x filipino reader (hs enemies to lovers part 2)

miles 1610 x filipino reader (celebrating your bday)

teen miggy at your debut

spider noir with a newbie spider person partner

spider noir helping you with your braces

ben reilly x reader headcanons (when you two watch the barbie movie)

going to amusement parks with noir

ben reilly x filipino reader (crackheaded hcs)

overworked salaryman miguel o'hara (part 1)

overworked salaryman miguel o'hara (part 2)

hobie brown x deaf partner

noir comforting you at the barbie movie ending

spider noir x autistic!gn!reader

atsv characters in a fantasy au

spider noir with a travelling partner

dating model au miguel o'hara (as an ordinary person)

whatever else you guys request ╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯(send me a req thru my asks !!)

[dailaz]

Are these Peter Parker's oldest friends in hero community?

Is a interesting trio.

[avatartophblindbanditbeifong]

Just a reminder that tomorrow, August 3rd, is canonically Miles’s birthday!

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 Spidey boy is turning 18 years old ·°(৹˃̵﹏˂̵৹)°·

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[koolaidmansbabymama]

i need the spider verse fandom to come back cs im starting to miss y'all 😔 fuck what shameik did, let me get the fandom backkkk 😫

[lovebytesss]

they both reached for the gun

[richiekirschs]

SHE’S MY BABY — Spider-Man!Lottie Matthews

spider-boy, king of thieves…

warnings— no use of y/n, fem implied reader (referred to as “unsuspecting girl”), lottie is vaguely hurt

[part 2]

The Yellowjackets had been spreading their theories about Spider-Man since he was first spotted in New York, just across the river.

It was surprisingly Misty who came up with the theory that he was actually from Jersey City, after how many times he’d been spotted on the ferry that takes you across the Hudson from Midtown. Nat had disagreed, stating that he was probably in Jersey City so often because of the amount of freaks patrolling the streets.

Most of your teammates think it’s stupid—with Jackie saying it’s just some asshole trying to get on Subway Creatures, and Tai saying the guy in the suit just wants to piss off J. Jonah Jameson. Laura Lee thinks he’s devilish. Nat indulges in the fantasies after having witnessed one of Spider-Man’s fights firsthand (and also because she likes to piss off Jackie.)

The girls are all over at your apartment tonight for the regularly scheduled movie night. Everyone takes turns— last time it was Tai, and now it was you.

You’re in the bathroom washing your hands when there’s a THUD! from the fire escape outside the bathroom window.

You frown, wondering if you should check. Is it your neighbors, smoking a blunt? Or is there maybe a cat that needs help?

You yank up the blinds to check, deciding it’s better to know than risk it distracting you the rest of the night.

It’s not your neighbors, and it’s definitely not a stray cat.

It’s Spider-Man.

You can’t do much but freeze and mumble, “You’re shitting me.”

He stares back at you with comically wide, unblinking eyes. He points at the windowsill and mimes pushing it up before silently pleading with his hands.

You sigh. Of course this would happen. All you can do as you unlock the window is pray that it’s actually Spider-Man, and not some douche in a costume looking to take advantage of an unsuspecting girl.

You push the window up and he tumbles to the ground of the bathroom, somehow remaining inhumanly quiet.

In the process, though, he aggressively knocks a (glass) bottle of perfume off of the counter.

“Shit!” you hiss.

“Are you okay?” someone calls. Maybe Nat? It definitely could’ve been Van.

“Yeah!” you call before turning back to the masked vigilante. “You have 30 seconds to explain yourself.”

Spider-Man holds up a finger, chest heaving, before reaching up under his mask and yanking it off.

It’s not a man at all. It’s Lottie, your best friend who was conveniently missing from tonight’s get-together.

Your jaw drops. “What the f—?”

You don’t get the chance to finish your exclamation as she bolts up to clamp a hand over your mouth. “Shh!”

You frown back at her, trying to convey your emotion with your eyes.

“I’ll explain, I promise,” she assures you. “But I’m hurt. I just got my ass kicked. I need you to help me, but you can’t tell the others.”

You don’t respond. Her hand is still over your mouth.

“Promise me!” she hisses, begging.

You nod frantically, and she slowly removes her hand. “I can’t believe you’re a girl. I was betting major money with Nat that Spider-Man was Jeff Sadecki.”

She narrows her eyes at you. “Jesus Christ. Are you going to help me or not?”

“I can’t do that if you don’t tell me where you’re hurt!”

She swallows, unable to meet your eyes. “Under my suit.”

You sigh at her. “Can you stand?”

“I think so.” She manages to stumble to her feet, and you help her unzip the suit, both of you flushed bright red.

“Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed, Lot,” you tease as she collapses onto the closed toilet. “We’ve changed in front of each other a billion times.”

“These aren’t ideal circumstances,” she groans.

Her wound isn’t too bad, but it probably hurts like a bitch. Sliced across her leg, the cut slowly oozes blood. Her knuckles are scraped up, too. There’s already green-yellow bruises forming around both wounds.

“It’s not awful,” you assure her. “They just need to be cleaned and get bandaged.”

You dig out isopropyl alcohol and a rag before a apologizing for the pain you’re about to cause her.

She whimpers as you clean the gash on her leg and wrap gauze around it, and you have to pray that she doesn’t see the way your face burns.

Someone rattles the door handle. “Are you still in there?”

Laura Lee. With a start, you realize you didn’t lock the door.

You and Lottie lock wide eyes with each other before you’re yanking her up and shoving her into the shower. She shoots a web to seal the curtain to the wall, tucking herself behind it.

The door swings open, and Laura Lee peers around from behind it. “Hey, we were thinking about ordering pizza—is that your blood?”

You look down at your hands, but it’s not yours. It’s Lottie’s, from where you had wiped it from her leg. You need to think of a lie, and quick.

“Oh,” you shrug in a hopefully nonchalant manner. “My nose started bleeding, and I put my hand over it while I got the rag.”

Laura Lee, of course, steps in to investigate. “Did it stop? We should say a prayer.”

You gently swat her prodding hands away. “Yeah, I’m fine. It stopped. I just didn’t get the chance to wash my hands.”

“Really,” Laura Lee insists. “We should say a prayer. This could be a sign of something.”

“Yeah,” you mumble, “of a ruptured blood vessel.”

You indulge in Laura Lee’s plead anyway, and pray that Lottie can resist her urges to laugh during Laura Lee’s prayer like she always does.

Lottie knows she doesn’t have much time.

She carefully slides the suit back on before slipping out of the very window she’d come through. From there, she makes a Pink Panther-esque getaway a few feet away from that window to the one that leads to your bedroom.

She carefully slides the bedroom window shut before flinging open a dresser drawer in hopes for some clean clothes. She digs out a Kean University pullover and plaid pajama pants. It’ll have to do.

She stashes the suit in the spot that she’d swiped the clothes from, and just as she shuts the drawer, she freezes. Someone’s coming.

There’s nowhere to hide. Your bed sits atop a wooden bed frame, meaning she won’t—can’t—fit underneath. Your closet isn’t big enough either. That only leaves…

When Nat swings the door open, she completely expects to find someone in a striped shirt with a sack of money over their shoulder. Something is being very noisy in your room, and she’s intrigued to know what could possibly be causing such a ruckus.

Instead, she finds… nothing.

She checks under your bed, even though nobody besides a small child could fit between the planks of your bed frame. She checks your closet. Hell, she checks the fire escape.

Nothing.

“Hm,” she decides, but there’s something… not right. There’s an itch under her skin that won’t go away.

When Nat leaves, Lottie can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

She carefully lets herself down from the ceiling with a breath of, “Holy shit,” and a hand pressed to her chest.

There’s still work left to be done, though.

Quietly this time, she swings back out onto the fire escape.

There’s a knock on your front door, and you frown. Everybody’s here, and Misty didn’t say that they had already ordered the pizza, just that they were thinking about it.

You quickly rinse your hands of Lottie’s red blood before following Misty to the door.

Low and behold, the new guest is Lottie fucking Matthews.

You feign surprise at the sight of her. “Hey, I thought you weren’t coming!”

She walks over to you, arms open wide, limping ever so slightly as she engulfs you in a hug. “It’s a long story.”

Through a faux grin, you growl, “Tomorrow, we’re going to get coffee, and you’re going to explain everything.”

“Deal.”

KITTY MEOWS! I kept seeing Spider!Lottie edits on TikTok and there was an itch in my bones that could only be satisfied by writing this…

[artfulacrostic]

had my second high definition viewing of atsv in the theater today and here are my favorite details that i missed due to being overwhelmed on my first viewing:

LONG AF POST:

-gwen is literally wearing a rainbow shaped trans pride pin on her jacket with her prom outfit. she's soooo so canon trans <3

-captain stacy HAS A TRANS FLAG PATCH ON HIS POLICE UNIFORM JACKET?????? when i'm telling u my eyes popped out of my head 😳 SHES SO CANON TRANS!!!

-poster outside miles's guidance counselor's office reads: "visions sciences: telling you your story".

-parallel of miles's and gwen's dad kicking things out of general exasperation towards the beginning and end of the movie respectively

-when miles as spidey is talking to his dad and giving him advice (for himself) there's a reference to miles possibly reading vonnegut? (maybe in class??) "if this isn't nice what is" is a collection of kurt vonnegut's commencement speeches. (literally subtitled "advice to the young". the writers were extremely clever for this reference. if not reading it in class, miles has been searching up life advice on his own)

-i barely caught this but i'm PRETTY sure that in miles' room near his door there's a MICHELLE OBAMA presidential race sticker??? was president obama in the earth-1610 dimension michelle obama?? iconic if so

-fedex on earth-1610 is REDEX

-gayatri seems like they took elements of both gwen (police dad) and mj (young model) for her background as i believe i caught her visible on a "zomato" ad billboard (which appears to be the earth-50101 version of ubereats)

-i spent all of hobie's scenes trying to pick up the details of his many pins; but the only one that i could really make out with the quick shot changes besides the union jack pin was the one right above it, which is a three-leaf clover. i wondered if maybe it had some kind of significance to maybe irish independence or smth but i couldn't find anything online that backed that up so not sure what it means. if u know pls drop it in the replies.

-hobie's boots are definitely NOT ladder laced. i KNOW there is concept art and poster art of him with ladder laces but in the actual movie they are 100% crossed. also unlike the poster art, both boots have blue laces, not one blue, one yellow/orange. i wanted to be all on board the ladder lace code train but i'm pretty sure they just made his laces blue so that they could contrast against the red boots and be spidey colors. they probably abandoned the ladder lace part of the visual when someone realized what blue ladder laces meant in lace code. "HAS hobie killed a cop," you ask? given his comic backstory i'd say the odds are HIGH. but i would bet they didn't want people to think that since he's gone through canon event asm-90 ("a police captain close to spider-man is killed by falling rubble during a battle with a nemesis") that there's any possibility THAT was the cop he killed and he's proud of it (since it's supposed to be all abt character development from the ✨trauma✨ of the event)

-during the whole "intervention" scene, while all the other spider-people are facing directly in towards miles and miguel from wherever they are standing in the circle, hobie is the only one whose back is turned. he watches most of the scene over his shoulder. also, during a couple shots facing miles before the entire society of spiders show up, hobie is separated in the shot from all the other main spiders (Peter B, Gwen, Jess, etc) BY MILES. he is visible over one shoulder and everybody else is visible over the other. these two details are great signals of hobie having already MORALLY turned his back on miguel's authoritarianism, as well as giving a nice inverted "devil/angel on the shoulders" nod.

-peter b asks miguel to take a picture of him and mayday since it's her first chase; miguel brushes him off but mayday understands and uses her webshooter to click the camera button on peter b's phone and take a selfie without him noticing 😂😂😂 shes everything to me

-when miguel is pinning miles to the train, after gwen and peter b have caught up, there is a very fast moment when miles calls for help ("PETER!!") and peter doesn't reply to him, but calls out to miguel to calm down (smth like that) instead 🥲 peter for the love of god step up your mentor game and look out for this kid i can't handle it anymore

-when gwen takes the watch hobie made her out of the box, the screen is briefly visible and reads "project botleg". bootleg -> bot -> "botleg"; I SEE YOU HOBIE. people think he's so cool (and he is!!) but he's also just as much of a dork as all the other spiders. what a goofball

-in miles-42's room, a speed bag/speed ball/maize ball is attached to his wall near the door. there are other substantial differences to their rooms, but i think this is clearly a reference to uncle aaron-42's large presence in miles-42's life, given the association from both movies of aaron with the punching bag and miles getting guidance from him/looking to him for support.

-in addition to all the miles-1610 vs miles-42 prowler vs spidey reflection imagery in the end credits, guess who else has several moments of flashing from spider-man colors (red and black at least) to prowler colors (purple and green)?? miguel, that's who. miguel and miles-42/uncle aaron-42 team-up in beyond the spiderverse? or just an extra parallel for the antagonists sharing goals/possibly methods?

OKAY ANYWAY if ppl want i can try and dig up images of some of these but i figured that would make this post long af so that's all for now folks!! go see across the spider verse again and marvel at how much more fine detail you find like me 🕸🕸🕸

[uramakimochi]

ME GUSTAS TU

(Earth 1610) Miles Morales x Reader

Warnings: song-fic, probably bad translated english lol, no use of y/n, i write stories thinking about a fem!R, but this one should be neutral enough for everyone to read^^

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¿Qué horas son, mi corazón?

Whenever he got the chance, Miles looked at you. But he didn't just look at you. He stared at you intensely, with eyes full of love, looking at you like his father looked at his mother and vice versa. He wasted seconds and minutes doing it and if he could he would have done it even for hours. He would have never got tired of it.

He looked at you when you didn't notice.

Me gustan los aviones, me gustas tú

Me gusta viajar, me gustas tú

Me gusta la mañana, me gustas tú

Me gusta el viento, me gustas tú

Me gusta soñar, me gustas tú

Me gusta la mar, me gustas tú

"WOOO!" you screamed at the top of your lungs, not caring about the people below you who could have heard you.

You spread your arms wide, closing your eyes and feeling the wind collide against your cheeks.

"I'm flying!"

Miles held you close to his body with one arm around your hips, while the other shot webs to swing you from building to building.

For a few seconds he turned to look at you. He couldn't resist, it was stronger than him. You didn't notice, too busy enjoying the thrill of flying and looking at the Brooklyn landscape that stretched out before you.

A small smile crept onto his lips from under his mask. He didn't care if he crashed, at least the last thing he would have seen before he died would have been your happy smile, accompanied by your laughter. And that was enough for him.

¿Qué voy a hacer?, je ne sais pas

¿Qué voy a hacer?, je ne sais plus

¿Qué voy a hacer?, je suis perdu

¿Qué horas son, mi corazón?

And he looked at you when you noticed.

Me gusta la moto, me gustas tú

Me gusta correr, me gustas tú

Me gusta la lluvia, me gustas tú

Me gusta volver, me gustas tú

Me gusta marihuana, me gustas tú

Me gusta Colombiana, me gustas tú

Me gusta la montaña, me gustas tú

Me gusta la noche (me gustas tú)

"And then while i was walking home i met this old lady with a little dog, and you know how i am, and i couldn't resist so i asked her if i could pet it and i swear it was so soft and i- Miles!"

Miles snapped out of his thoughts when he heard your voice calling to him.

"Yeah, what is it?"

"You weren't listening to me, were you?" you asked him with a small pout on your lips.

Miles immediately shook his head.

"Of course i was listening. You were talking about a lady with a dog, right?"

Because it was true, Miles was actually listening to you. He loved watching you, but he also loved hearing you talk. You could tell him anything, from the stupidest and most useless things to your deepest thoughts and he would always be there to listen to you.

"Please go on, love. I want to know what you did" he said, urging you to keep going with a wave of his hand.

"Mh..." you narrowed your eyes with suspicion, but then you convinced yourself "Okay~ Like i was saying, the dog was so soft and do you know what was its name? His name was..."

And so you kept talking. And Miles continued to listen to you and watch you. He could have done it endlessly.

¿Qué voy a hacer?, je ne sais pas

¿Qué voy a hacer?, je ne sais plus

¿Qué voy a hacer?, je suis perdu

¿Qué horas son, mi corazón?

He looked at you while you were busy doing anything.

Me gusta la cena, me gustas tú

Me gusta la vecina, me gustas tú

Me gusta su cocina, me gustas tú

Me gusta camelar, me gustas tú

Me gusta la guitarra, me gustas tú

Me gusta el reggae, me gustas tú

"Ugh, how do you solve this exercise?" you muttered, starting to doodle in the corner of your notebook.

After a few seconds you gave up, turning to your boyfriend who was sitting next to you.

"Miles. Could you help me, please?" you asked, touching him on the shoulder.

Miles turned to look at you and took a quick look at your sheet, which was still blank compared to his. With one hand, he reached his notebook towards yours.

"I can let you copy it, if you want"

You widened your eyes with joy and quickly gave him a loud smooch on the cheek.

"Thank you so much, you're my lifesaver~" you said and then you started copying.

Miles watched you write eagerly, while holding back a small, tender laugh.

¿Qué voy a hacer?, je ne sais pas

¿Qué voy a hacer?, je ne sais plus

¿Qué voy a hacer?, je suis perdu

¿Qué horas son, mi corazón?

And he looked at you when you were doing nothing too.

Me gusta la canela, me gustas tú

Me gusta el fuego, me gustas tú

Me gusta menear, me gustas tú

Me gusta La Coruña, me gustas tú

Me gusta Malasaña, me gustas tú

Me gusta la castaña, me gustas tú

Me gusta Guatemala, me gustas tú

The television in the living room continued to show the movie that neither you nor he was watching anymore. You, because you were already asleep against Miles, with your hands on his chest, covered as usual by a large sweatshirt, and your head resting in the spot between his shoulder and neck.

Him because he was, obviously, too busy watching you dozing lying on top of his body, while he gently stroked your back with his fingertips. And a few minutes later, after giving you a kiss on your hair, he fell asleep too.

¿Qué voy a hacer?, je ne sais pas

¿Qué voy a hacer?, je ne sais plus

¿Qué voy a hacer?, je suis perdu

¿Qué horas son, mi corazón?

Miles was always watching you. And he would never have stopped doing it for the world.

¿Qué voy a hacer?, je ne sais pas

¿Qué voy a hacer?, je ne sais plus

¿Qué voy a hacer?, je suis perdu

¿Qué horas son, mi corazón?

As you sat on the top edge of the clock tower, you noticed out of the corner of your eye that Miles had always kept his eyes on you. So you turned to him, crossing your legs.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" you asked, tilting your head slightly to one side.

Miles mirrored your gesture.

"Like what?" he asked and you chuckled softly.

"Like i'm the only thing you can look at right now"

Miles let out a smile.

"Because that's exactly what i want to do. I don't want to look at anything but you"

You felt your cheeks burn at his words.

"Miles..."

You turned your head to the side to avoid his gaze and he took your hand, intertwining your fingers.

"I'm serious" he said, reaching up to your cheek to make you look into his eyes again "I love looking at you. And i love you. More than anything in the world"

You looked at him with a loving smile, dropping the weight of your face against the palm of his hand, while with your free hand you went to cover his, stroking the back of it with your thumb.

"I love looking at you too. And I love you too"

¿Qué horas son, mi corazón?

¿Qué horas son, mi corazón?

¿Qué horas son, mi corazón?

¿Qué horas son, mi corazón?

¿Qué horas son, mi corazón?

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[nocontextspiderman]

Ultimate Spider-Man #150 (2010)

[peterporkerfan]

sketchbook [earth 1610!miles morales x latina!reader]

word count: 1.2k

warnings: fluff, light cursing, kissing, relationship insecurities, lots of spanglish

a/n: my first language is spanish, so nothing here is google translated i promise 💀

It was a hot June afternoon, and the air was sizzling all over the city.

You and Miles laid on his bed, side by side, with his arm draped around your shoulder. The AC was on full blast, and Miles’ favorite album sounded all around the room. You were both humming and singing along contently. You looked up at him smiling every once in a while, and he’d look back, smiling even wider.

“Baby, do you hear this? No one does it like Kendrick. His music is on a whole ‘nother level.” He smiled back down at you, looking at you with sheer adoration.“You know, Gwen and I…we’d listen to him all the time when she’d swing by. I love his music.”

“Remember when your favorite rapper was Post Malone?” You joked, and he looked away awkwardly.

“Yeah…we don’t—we don’t talk about that.”

You laughed and you brought your hands to his cheeks, bringing him closer and kissing him deeply. He smiled into the kiss, bringing his hands to your waist and pulling you towards him until you were laying on top of him.

You pull away from the kiss, and look down at Miles while you smile.

“I’ve never met anyone like you, Miles. Eres otra cosa.”

Miles smiled back at you, feeling so lucky to have someone like you in his life. “Just wait until you meet Peter, Hobie, or Gwen…especially Gwen. She’s the coolest person ever. You two would get along really well.” Miles rambled.

“I’m sure we would.” You smiled back at your boyfriend, knowing how much he cared about his friends.

“Miles, mijo! Baja un momentito. I need your help with something!” Mrs. Morales shouted from downstairs.

“Coming, Ma!” Miles shouted back, turning his head in the direction of the opened door.

“A mi tú no me grites!”

Miles sighed, “I’ll be back ya mismo”

“I’ll be right here” You smiled at him. Miles smiled back and walked out, leaving you alone in his room.

When Miles shut the door, you stood up from your position, sitting with your legs crossed on the edge of the twin sized bed. You took in his room, and how much it reminded you of him. His collectible figurines, countless posters of his favorite rappers and albums, and the constant clutter on his floor. You spotted his sketchbook on the ground right in front of you, and felt a sudden urge to pick it up.

Miles was generally open about most things with you, however he kept his drawings to himself. You never questioned it as maybe he just thought they were embarrassing or too personal. You slowly picked up the book and started flipping through its pages. At first you were met with images of his uncle, his suit, and the streets of Brooklyn. You smiled faintly as you flipped through, appreciating how utterly talented your boyfriend was. However, you were suddenly met with countless images of someone whose name you’d never forget: Gwen.

Miles’ face would always light up when he mentioned Gwen. You never thought much of it, however, there were so many drawings of her in his sketchbook, which must’ve taken hours to make, with every little detail about her captured on the paper. You began to feel an unfamiliar pain take over you, and you put the sketchbook down where you got it from. God, she was gorgeous. And cool. Of course Miles liked her…I mean who wouldn’t? The way he described her made her seem so…captivating. Before the thought took over you completely, Miles walked into the room again, holding a large laundry basket and setting it down besides his bed. You tried to change your expression, looking up at your boyfriend like you usually would.

“That’s a lot of clothes to sort through. Que mierda.” Miles sighed.

“You need any help?”

“Yeah, actually. That’d be pretty good.”

“Cual es la palabra mágica?” You teased, batting your eyes at him playfully.

Miles narrowed his eyes at you, acting playfully annoyed. “Please?”

You walked towards him and gave him a kiss on the cheek, and leaned down to sort through the clothes in the basket.

“I think you might’ve outgrown this sweater a while ago.” You held it out so Miles could see. It was an orange cardigan, with patches embroidered into it.

“Haha, very funny, Y/N. That’s Gwen’s. She left it here last time que visitó.”

“Y tú—you wear it?” You asked, feeling the uneasiness you felt before come rushing back.

“Course not. Mami probably threw it in the laundry basket sorting through my room at some point.”

“Oh.”

“It’s nice to have something of her’s though. Just to remember her by.”

Some time went by and you continued to fold clothes while a question bubbled inside you. Finally, after a long silence, you asked.

“Miles, tú—do you still…”

“Do I still what, mi amor?”

“Have feelings for…”

Miles furrowed his brows. “For…Gwen?”

“I mean, you talk about her so much and I didn’t mean to violate your privacy or anything but I may or may not have looked through your sketchbook filled with drawings of her. And don’t get me wrong the drawings are really good pero—”

Miles interrupted your senseless ramble. “Mi amor…”

“Qué?”

“You don’t seriously think that I like her, right?”

“Well, I don’t know. I mean I wouldn’t blame you for it, you know. You did once before, you could again but—“

“Baby…those drawings are old, did you go through the whole thing?”

“No, not really. I guess I thought I’d seen…enough.”

Miles picked up the sketchbook off the ground and flipped through it. He handed it to you and looked at you with adoration as he did so (unbeknownst to you, as you were staring down at your shoes with shame). You flipped the page from a drawing of Gwen and saw it: countless drawings of you. All done when you thought he wasn’t looking. A drawing of you looking at the board in math class, sitting across the room from Miles (only because the teacher thought you two were “too chatty” when you sat together). A drawing of you sitting on your windowsill with headphones on, drowning out the world around you. A drawing of you walking towards Miles, smiling at him. The drawings continued for countless pages, and your eyes began to water as you looked back up at Miles.

“You did all these…de mi?”

“Claro, you’re my girl. Why would I not?” Miles’ brows furrowed as he looked towards you.

“Dios mio, I’m so sorry for thinking you liked her. Soy tan estupida a veces.”

“Nah, don’t be, and you’re not. Yo soy el que es medio pendejo every once in a while. That’s on me.” Miles laughed.

“Y Miles, these drawings are really good. Why hadn’t you shown me?”

“I thought you wouldn’t—ay, no se. I thought you’d think they were stupid or something, I guess.” Miles mumbled, looking down at his shoes.

“Stupid? Miles, these are…you’re crazy talented. Are you kidding me?”

“Thanks…” Miles blushed as he smiled back at you faintly.

“Alright, well… enough of this sappy shit. Where were we?”

“Laundry.” Said Miles.

“Right, laundry.”

“Do we reeeeally want to do the laundry though?” Miles asked, hoping you’d just say no.

“Fuck no.” You laughed.

“Great!” You laughed as Miles webbed you back to were you were before, laying side by side on his bed.

You looked up at him. “Can I choose the music now?”

“Fine, baby. Play whatever you want.”

You unlocked his phone and searched for a Spanish pop song you knew Miles hated.

He narrowed his eyes at you. “Seriously…”

“Miles, si no es así te vas a convertir en un gringo. Con esa B en español, imagínate…”

“Alright, alright…lo que tu digas, mami.” He laughed, kissing the top of your head.

As the song played and you sung along to each word, Miles became sure of one thing:

He’d never let you go.

send me requests for whatever (no smut and only latina or white/race not specified reader please)!! i’ll write mainly for miles morales but i’ll take requests for anyone else spiderverse/spiderman!!

[traveller-of-the-knight]

What he said:

What he ment:

[burningfudge]

This friend group is honestly so cute.

Ultimate Spider-Man (2009) #6

[marsblight]

As always the practice panel isn't cannon.

I know this looks shorter but I actually have done the entire first issue, the problem is I'm drawing five whole new pages for the second issue and I don't feel confident enough in the art style at all.

Also am I going to do an obligatory nerdy girl takes down her hair and suddenly she's attractive trope? Yes.

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BUT I'm going to subvert it trust me.

Also even though the first issue remains pretty consistent with Petra's look I feel like in issue too I'll more drastically change it.