#put him on a track with Miles!42

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Hobie as a drill rapper. That's all I got. DrillRapper!Hobie.

He be like

'My gyal be burning the flag Put it out, go catch a bag Pigs out here looking for me, Like they running round playing tag

When I step out you know that it's me Cuz I jump off the page like a mag Just cuz I was helping his girl - Miles thinking I'm tryna brag 🤨😩🤚🏿'

[glitterypinkconverse]

─ ⊹ ⊱ IN THE HEAT OF IT ALL

e-42!miles x fem!reader

summary after having an argument with miles, you get mad as to why he always brings up your plushies while you guys are arguing. so, you threw them all away.

request by @friedturtlewhispers ! i accidentally posted this without writing actual story, so sorry your request got deleted 😭

a/n this is a continuation of the 42!miles headcanon from these headcanons! i’m a sucker for angst so ofc i has to write this 🤷‍♀️

warnings angst to fluff, cursing

“Ma, you’re the one who sleeps with stuffed animals at night.”

You two have been fighting over God knows what for at least 30 minutes, and whenever he brought up the fact that you sleep with stuffed animals at night pisses you off. You scoffed, stuck your middle finger up at him, and went to his doorway.

“Fuck you, Miles.” That was all you said before you walked out of his bedroom, and out his apartment door.

New York at night was chilly, so as you left the building you silently cursed to yourself. You forgot your jacket again, as it was hot during the day but then it cooled down. Luckily, your apartment building was only a block away, so it wasn’t that bad of a walk.

His words still rang through your head. That was his only comeback nowadays ever since he found out. You thought he hated it, for how much he teased you about sleeping with the stuffed animals. But secretly, though he would never admit it, he found it cute that you do. It made him happy seeing you happy, although you weren’t feeling it right now.

You thought actually sleeping with them bothered him, so as your mind was overflowing with rage, you did the petty thing.

You threw them all away.

Well, not really. You just stuffed them all in a bag and put it in your closet. But, it felt like you did because your once overfilled bed was now empty, the only thing on it was your clothes, pillows, and obvious blankets.

Your phone was blowing from texts and calls from Miles. You looked over at it and rolled your eyes. You put your phone on do not disturb, charged it, and then got in bed. All you needed right now was some rest, so you closed your eyes and tried to fall asleep. Though, it was hard without at least one thing to hold.

Miles on the other hand, was freaking out. He was pacing around his room angrily, you guys never ended on bad terms. You would always make up, because he knew how important it was for you to have closure. He wanted to make this relationship work, and right now he felt like he was failing it.

“Pick up the phone, Y/N,” he mumbled, silently cursing everytime it went straight to voicemail. He groaned and left his room, saying a quick goodbye to his mom before leaving the apartment.

He walked, practically ran to your apartment where he barged in because you forgot to lock the door. Your parents were out on a work trip right now, so he reminded himself to scold you later on this. But for now, his only priority was to set things right and make it up to you.

He slowly opened your bedroom door, from the light being off he figured you were asleep. That was all until you turned around to look at the light that was entering your room, and groaned when you saw Miles standing in your doorway. “Fuck off.”

He scoffed and made his way towards you, “That’s no way to talk to me, now is it?” He joked, though you weren’t having it.

“What the hell are you doing here, Miles.” You turned away from him, so he couldn’t see the anger that was still looming on your face.

“Whatchu think I’m here for? I’m here to make it up to you. We’re not leaving on bad terms, and I swear by that.”

You didn’t respond, and that left Miles quiet. He observed the position you were in, and noticed your bed looked different.

“Ma, where’s all your stuffed animals?” He asked, concern in his voice. He shuffled around your bed, looking over you and looking at the end of your bed.

“Gone,” you mumbled. He paused in his tracks, looking over at you even though you couldn’t see him. Your back was facing the wall, so he immediately turned you around to face him.

“Fuck you mean gone?”

“I mean, gone, Miles. Like, they’re not here.” He was shocked, you loved those things more than anything. He looked around your room, for any sign of them.

None.

“I’ll be right back,” he mumbled before hurrying out of the room. You rolled your eyes and turned around in your bed again, feeling slightly bad that you lied to him.

However, Miles was going to the nearest store to get you something. He walked down the aisles of the store, searching for the perfect plushie. He grimaced at all of them, as they all looked unintentionally creepy. He decided on a pink teddy bear, as it looked the most tame and he knew how much you liked teddy bears. He went up to the register and paid for it, then rushed back to your apartment.

You were almost asleep when he barged in once again and sat on your bed. “Turn around.” When you didn’t, he turned you around himself and what you saw in his hands shocked you.

You sat up to face him, you didn’t expect him to buy you a teddy bear. You took it from his hands, admiring it slightly. “I’m sorry, Y/N. Y’know, I actually find it cute how you sleep with these.” You looked up at him and smiled, then fell into his arms.

“It’s alright, I guess. Thanks for the bear,” he hummed in response, to which you continued, “there’s a bag in my closet, do you think you can get it?” He pulled away slightly and raised an eyebrow at you, watching as you giggled against his chest.

He peeled away from you and walked to your closet, silently cursing when he saw the bag full of stuffed animals. “You’re full of shit, y’know that right?”

You laughed as he threw the bag at you, you throwing one of your pillows back at him in response. “You loooove me though.”

He walked back to your bed and put the pillow you threw at him back on the bed, and laid down with you. “You got one thing right,” he said as you adjusted in his arms.

“Oh, and also, don’t forget to lock your door. Can’t let anyone taking m’ girl away.”

“Go to sleep, Miles.”

TAGS ↣ @xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx

[cherryredstars]

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Mike Schmidt, Hobie Brown, Miles-42 x gn!reader

Warnings: Fluff, Suggestive Content with Miguel, A Little Bit of Angst with Miles

Summary: How would the boys treat you on your birthday?

A/N: In honor of my birthday (WOO)!

Word Count: 1.7K (Unedited)

Miguel O'Hara

You hang out with him in his office at HQ all day. He has your favorite food delivered to base, and you spend the whole day talking his ear off as he works. Today is the only day he doesn't mind people coming in and out of his office, as long as they do so to wish you a happy birthday.

He has LYLA keep you company, finding her only a tad bit less annoying, even as she randomly breaks out into happy birthday and makes birthday memes pop up on his screen like a virus. He only wants to strangle her when she keeps making birthday sex jokes and hinting a little too much at the gifts waiting for you at home.

When the two of you do make it home, you're excited to see the pile of gifts overflowing in the living room. Some of them are from the spiders in HQ, but more than one is from Miguel. You guys get take out, and spend the rest of the night opening gifts. You guys laugh at the ones from the younger spider-people, and try not to cringe at the more questionable ones (a difference in universe maybe?).

When the two of you finish going through the gifts and ate all the food, Miguel pulls you up off the floor. He gives you a cheeky smile, leading you towards the bedroom for one last birthday present. Huh, I guess LYLA was right about the birthday sex.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

As much as he wants to, he can't ask to go on leave in advance. Even if he did send in the request, it would be hastily denied. Going on leave because of a singular day and for a non-emergency cause? The higher ups would laugh in his face. So, his only hope is to not be deployed during that time.

If he is deployed during that time, he'll keep his eye on the clock, counting down the seconds until it hits midnight in your timezone. Then, at exactly zero hundred hours, your phone will light up with a message from Simon. It's a simple "Happy birthday. Miss you." text, but it makes you smile nonetheless. If you're lucky, you might get a voice message from all of 141 wishing you a happy birthday, horrible, off-key singing from Soap included! And if you're really lucky, you might even get a call if Simon's in a good, secure location where he knows his cellular usage can't be tracked or intercepted.

He already got a gift for you in advance. He'll tell you where he hid it, or tell you to keep an ear out for the doorbell. If he hid it, you rush over to the hiding spot, setting your phone up to record a video for him. You make a big show of it to keep him entertained, and at the end of the video you thank him repeatedly for the gift, adding in that you miss him and you'll see him when he comes back home. When he gets gifts delivered to you, it's usually flowers and maybe something extra like an Amazon package. You put your new flowers in the nicest vase you have, sending Simon a picture and heart emojis.

If-by the grace of god- he's home on your birthday, you get spoiled silly. Today is all about you and what you want to do. Breakfast in bed? Okay, waffles or pancakes? Movie night? Okay, it's your pick. Drinks at the pub? Let's stop to get a pack first. Simon does prefer to stay in with you on your birthday, but again, if you want to have a night out on the town, he's happy to follow along. Though, if you do stay home, don't look in the fridge! You don't want to risk taking a peak at the cake he bought, do you?

Mike Schmidt

Called out of work the day before. He wakes up super early, slipping out of bed to wake up Abby. She complains a little, and you have to pretend you weren't awake the second Mike got out of bed and you have to stifle your laughter at her grumbling out in the hall. The smell of breakfast is strong, and you wait a good 11 minutes (it would be too perfect if it was an even number), before slipping out of bed. You act all surprised when you walk into the kitchen, catching them making you breakfast. They instantly drag you into a chair, making you sit as they plate your food and slide over your coffee. You have to fight your tears when Abby gives you a hand drawn birthday card. Just for that, she can steal a bit of your bacon.

The three of you just spend the day at home. You draw with Abby, thanking her for all the birthday drawings. The three of you make a mess in the kitchen as you make the birthday cake, and somehow frosting gets stuck in all of your hair. You sing happy birthday after dinner, which of course is your favorite meal, and the three of you settle onto the couch to watch TV. You allow Abby to stay up until she falls asleep on the sofa.

Once she's gone to bed, Mike pulls you close to his side, pressing a kiss to your lips and muttering another happy birthday. You smile at him, and it grows wider when he pulls your gift from his pocket. The two of you are silent as you open it, and you gasp when you see what's inside. You thank him with a million smooches on his face, that makes him chuckle. Then, when it gets too late and the both of you remember he has work tomorrow, you retreat back to the bedroom for some much needed rest. Clean up is for another day.

Hobie Brown

Is it really a surprise that he forgets it's your birthday? Hey, in his defense, time and dates are just a social construct made to control the natural world!

He only remembers when one of his (current) band mates or a Spider in the society ask him what he has planned for your birthday. He knows he's fucked the second they ask him. He has nothing planned, he has yet to say happy birthday to you despite talking to you just this morning, and to top it all off, he has only just realized you were hinting about it throughout your morning conversation. And do you want to know what he said in response to your, Hobie, baby, do you think something important is happening today? Trust me, you don't because his answer may or may not have been, Unless 10 Downing is fist bumping a wrecking ball today, then no. Yeah, did he mention he was fucked?

So, in true Hobie fashion, he's gonna think quick and get himself out of trouble. What could he use as the perfect excuse for completely forgetting your birthday? Make it seem intentional! And how do you make it seem intentional? Throwing a totally killer surprise party that would give the PM a heart attack! He recruits the help of his band mates and Gwen, setting up your favorite venue that the band played in for a previous gig. He gets you a cake, a funny card, and some random trinkets he sees along the way. He'll have the band play anything you request or the night. Oh, don't forget your own friends! He'll let them know before he picks you up.

He's totally casual when he returns to the flat, all nonchalant as he tells you to get dressed up. When you ask why, he just shrugs and says riot. You stare at him like you expect him to say something extra, but you sigh when he doesn't. With your back turned to him, he allows himself to briefly flicker red. When he gets you to the venue, you're happily surprised, bumping into him and teasing that you thought he forgot. He chuckles nervously in response, finally wishing you a happy birthday. At the end of the night, after you got the celebration you deserved and the two of you lay at home in a half-awake state, he admits the truth to you when you're too sleepy to get mad at him. Hey, real men admit to their mistakes and fear the wrath of their partners.

Miles 42

He does the thing. You know, the obnoxious thing where you show up to school, and then suddenly you have a brightly colored birthday stash over your shoulder and a gift bag attached to 50 different HAPPY BIRTHDAY balloons? Yeah, he does that shit, and he does it with PRIDE. He will be damned if you aren't walking the halls and a stranger randomly yells out a birthday greeting to you in passing. You better hope you don't have any classes with him, because every class you guys share, he's making them sing happy birthday. Even if you get embarrassed and melt into your chair. At lunch, he's already got a birthday cupcake waiting for you and he did, in fact, skip the last period just so he could go get your favorite takeout to make sure it's still hot.

Rio definitely invited you over for dinner, and he spends the whole meal telling his Ma all about the things he did for you today. It makes her laugh, and she playfully swats the back of his head when you whine about how embarrassed you were all day.

When dinner is done, Miles drags you out of his house and walks you down to the familiar streets to the car lot. He helps you in, and you gasp when you see the inside of the car. He has candles placed carefully around, and a cake sits in the back seat with plastic forks and more gifts. Your smile is goofy as he quietly sings happy birthday to you, and you blow out the candle as he whoops and hollers playfully. The two of you dig into the cake, having quiet conversation until you feel like you'll throw up from all the sugar.

But as you're about to open the last of your gifts, his phone begins to ring. Looks like your birthday wish didn’t come true after all.

[thebestandrealestever]

..shut up my moms calling !

miles morales 42 x black fem reader

sum: miles is always there . warns : cursing . a/n : the blue story is not coming out right now, i done got my heart played wid so bad . it hurts to much to write that story and i need sum happy . it is coming out just not now, sorry to let u down . and sorry this short i got finals coming up , bop = hoe

based off jace nd crystal from swagger .

miles has always been there , even when he wasn’t he was . you could feel his eyes on you when he wasn’t even in the room , you hoped it wasn’t just you being delusional and your falling out hurt him as much as it did you . now what you didn’t know is it hurt him so much more, it consumed him . and he did swing by your house , your school , and your job . where ever he knew you would be just to see you . you fell out because he was with a girl and he wasn’t treating her the best and u checked him on it . he didn’t wanna be with her and you didn’t want him to either but you’ve known each other way too long to say anything . his parents and yours would often tell each other it was only temporary, you both thought it was weird they stayed in touch but you both hoped it was. you checked on him too , watching his location on your phone or even stopping by the bodega he’s always at . you were actually doing it right now , at the lil corner store miles was always at . you roamed the store just to do it and then you saw curly hair that couldn’t be any one else , you saw your best friend . but to not make it look like you were stalking him, you quietly walked in the aisle he was in . fake looking at the candy while your mind and heart were racing . and he noticed you too , he noticed you walk all the way over there and noticed you looking at candy you didn’t even like.

“hey bop” he finally said turning his head to quickly scan you then turning back and his tone irked you a little but you shook it off .

“who a bop ? anyway hey girl .. “ “ i miss you .” he said in a hushed tone so maybe you wouldn’t hear . “i miss you too, a lot.” you said and his nonchalant demeanor broke , the real him returning , only you could do that . he put his candy down , hugging you as he let out a breath he didn’t know he had . you leaned into the familiar touch , you really really missed him .

“can we not do this again ? life so boring without my favorite hoe .” you said with a sweet smile truly meaning every word , “say it again i bet iah smack tf outta you .” he said laughing and you laughed too, acting as it no time had passed , but you both knew nothing could go unsaid , as the laughter died down and you left the store he spoke up . “ i’m sorry.. about acting like that , i just don’t get why it made you so upset i was with her .” he said walking on the outside of you like he always did . “ion know i guess i didn’t want you with her , you were also treating her like a dog .” you said mindlessly only realizing when it already left your mouth , did you just say that ? “shit not that like i wanted you or anything, i just didn’t want gwen to be h-“ “she wasn’t you , i tried to see you in her but i just couldn’t .” he said stopping in his tracks pulling your hand to turn around at him , “oh , u want me real bad get off my body damn .” you said obviously kidding to avoid talking about your feelings “u play too much” he said leaning into kiss you for like the 4th time ? you always ended up kissing miles , so you let him and it happened like it always happened . it was special like always, different than anybody you’d ever kissed . “you like me or sum ? you always kissing me like damn nigga get out my mouth !” “yo stfu fore i rly do sum to you lil boy .” he said as he starting walking again and you looked around for the “lil boy” “where he at? ion see no lil boys” you said catching up with him and he just chuckled as his response . “i want you , i want us” he finally said as you smiled at the words you’ve waited so long for , “me too .”

[guessimjoiningthespidermanfandom]

You should do earth 42!miles x cheerleader! Reader that would be so fun!

Be Aggressive! B-E Aggressive

Earth 42!Miles Morales x fem!reader 

Earth 42!Miles Morales x black!reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Language, kissing, brief mentions of drugging, and mentions of steroids.

Requested: yes 

A/N: ITS BEEN SO LONG, I’m so sorry school started two days ago to requests may slow down but they’re still coming slowly but surely, this is my first time doing headcanons and I feel like the blurbs or drabbles or wtv their called end so abruptly but this has been a WIP for a month now so I’m putting it out there, I hope you enjoy while I move on to the next request. 

300 Follower Special <3

Masterlist

-Carries ibuprofen on him 24/7 because he knows you’re gonna ask for it. 

“Here,” Miles held his hand out in front of you revealing two small red pills. 

You turned to him grabbing your cheer bag out of your locker, the picture of confusion. 

“For your headache,” He explained. 

“I don’t have a headache, you tryna drug me?” 

“With ibuprofen, really?” He deadpanned “Take it so I don’t have to hear about your headache later,”   

“Awww, you’re so sweet,” You pulled him into a hug gushing over how considerate he was to not want you in pain. 

“Shut up,” He turned his face away without pulling away from you. 

Although he would never say it to your face he’d gone entirely soft for you. 

-Goes to football games despite not fully understanding it to see you 

“Miles!” You squeaked when he came up behind you on the bleachers and wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you down onto the bench. 

You turned around, facing him to find a tray of nachos in his hand. 

He placed it down next to you for you to grab before sitting down on the step behind you. 

You let out a groan and glanced back at your coach who was still standing by the benches on the football field. 

There were only 12 minutes left of halftime and now that you were standing still you realized truly just how cold you were. 

“Baby, you’re shivering,” Miles ran his hand up and down your arm.

“I know,” You whined. “Reina forget her warm-ups so coach won’t let us put them on,”

He hummed gesturing for you to stand up, you did and he pulled off his jacket helping you slip your arms into it, and zipping it all the way up. 

He pulled your hair out of the back. 

Still unconvinced that you’d gotten any warmer he pulled you into his lap surrounding your waist with his arms. 

You raised your eyebrow at him but you felt so comfortable that you relaxed into him and let it slide. 

That was until he started running his hands up and down your exposed thighs. 

“Miles.” You warned your voice tight. 

He continued what he was doing, acting oblivious. 

“What ma, I’m just warming you up,” He leaned forward picking at your skirt. “It’s so short I know you’re cold,” 

You pushed one of his hands away and he immediately put it back returning to his affections. 

“You’re gonna get me in trouble,” You complained. PDA was very clearly outlined in the forbidden behaviors in your cheer contract. 

“C’mon,” He rolled his eyes glancing down at your coach “She’s not even looking, relax” 

“Alright,” You cautioned, moving to stand up. 

He rushed to pull you back down into his lap. 

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,”  He stilled his hands. “One kiss and I’ll leave you alone,” 

-carries you on his back after practice

Cheer practice ran 2 hours late and you already hadn’t gotten much sleep last night trying to finish your homework. You were aching and exhausted. 

Trudging up to your boyfriend at the edge of the track you gave him a meek nod of acknowledgment. Knowing you were drained he just slid your cheer bag off your shoulder before pulling it onto his. 

After your third stumble into Miles’ side, he stopped walking, giving you the opportunity to fully lean on him. 

Your eyes were drooping and appeared to be as if you were one strong breeze from falling over. 

“Get on my back,” He suggested. 

You nodded through a yawn, shuffling to get behind him. 

He quickly knelt down making it easier for you to simultaneously wrap your arms and legs around him. 

Hoisting you up with him to his full height he readjusted your bag on his shoulder. 

He held both of your thighs securely while your arms dangled around his neck. Your head dropped into his neck and you let out a content hum.

He continued his pace to get to the front of the school. 

With your calf’s swinging back and forth your grip on Miles’ neck loosened. 

He asked a small “You comfy?” 

When he was met with silence he chuckled to himself knowing you were asleep. 

Once he’d finally made the trek to the front of the school he located your brother's truck. 

He was sitting in the front seat on his phone with his head down before Miles knocked on the window. 

Pulling the passenger door open with a click, he slid you off his back before lifting you up into the passenger seat. 

You huffed making a sound of discomfort, shifting in your seat when your brother finally verbally acknowledged Miles. 

They both froze before your breathing evened out and you stilled with your neck below the headrest.

Satisfied with the knowledge that you weren’t going to wake up, Miles responded to your brother. 

“Alright, I’ll see you later,” He closed the door before stepping back and watching your brother drive off with your sleeping figure in tow. 

-stares at and distracts you when you do comp. makeup 

As you were struggling to get your larger-than-life lashes to fit to your lash line you felt a pair of eyes on you.

Glancing in the side of your vanity mirror you saw your boyfriend lying on your bed watching you. 

“Can I help you?” You asked turning back around and grabbing your eyelash curler. 

Seconds later you felt a presence at your back, looking up you made eye contact with Miles through the mirror. 

Not leaving your question unanswered he asked what that was. 

“What’s what?” 

“The thing in your hand,” He replied as if it were obvious. 

“Ohhh, my eyelash curler,”  

He seemed satisfied enough with your answer to continue his silent staring. That was until you held the tool up to your eye.  

“You’re gonna poke your eye out,” He startled you. 

“It doesn’t even touch my eye,” You pulled it away from yourself. 

“Is it hot?” He asked, reaching for it. 

You pulled your hand away before standing, lifting the item to his eye. “Let me show you,” 

“Hell no,” He pushed your arm away, wrestling you back down into your chair. 

“C’mon please,” You whined. 

He simply shook his head and took a step back from your chair. At first, you were just trying to be irritating, but now you were really interested in curling your boyfriend’s beautiful and freakishly long eyelashes. 

You kept begging and although you kept receiving denials, you knew you could break his resolve. 

“If you keep fucking around, you’re gonna be late,” He reminded you.  

“We would’ve been gone by now if you weren’t being a baby,” 

“Y/N! Let’s go, I’m leaving!” Your brother and ride yelled from the front door.

“Okay, I’m coming!” You answered before turning towards Miles again. “Just one eye really fast, please,” 

Before he could open his mouth to say no you leaned up wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your lips to his. 

He sighed, grabbing your lower waist with both hands. 

He rested against your vanity and pulled you to stand between his legs. He kissed you harder than appropriate for the time constraint and you pulled away before he could take it further. 

He was panting against your face so when you said “I’m just gonna do one eye,” and because you knew you could break his resolve, he didn’t protest. 

-his only media on his Instagram is a highlight of videos of you cheering and photos of you he doesn’t even have a pfp

Today, 7:37 PM

miles 😋❤️: Send me that picture 

you: what picture? 

Miles 😋❤️: The one I took of you on your phone from the last game 

you: i’ll havr to look for it 

have** 

miles 😋❤️: Okay so look fast 

you: nigga don’t tell me what to do

just wait 

miles 😋❤️: Yes ma’am 🫡

Today, 7:46 PM

you: Sent 3 attachments 

Putting your phone back down on your desk you started on your math study guide. 

That you knew would take all night. Your math teacher never believed in giving students with extracurriculars extensions.

 He wasn’t even supposed to give tests on game days, but he never followed any of the rules. 

After graphing another equation your phone screen lit up with a notification. 

m.morales added a photo to their story 

Picking up your phone and unlocking it you opened Instagram to find a collage made of the pics you’d just sent him.  

You couldn’t help but smile looking at the story of you in your cheer uniform smiling widely at the camera. The last verse of Dark Red by Steve Lacy playing over the story post. 

Shifting your thumb to the heart icon on the bottom right you liked Miles’ story before moving to reply. 

y/u/n: thank you this is the cutest most sweetest thing in the world 🫶🏽 💋  

m.morales: Yw, my mom said you looked very pretty 

y/u/n: tell her I said thank you  

m.morales: I will

y/u/n: you should've tagged me

m.morales: No I don’t want nobody tryna dm you 

-doesn’t let you kiss him on the lips w lipgloss/lipstick on (secretly does like seeing the marks left on his face tho) 

You gasped, placing your hand over your heart in faux pain. 

“How dare you?” You asked. 

Sitting with your knees bracketing Miles' waist on the edge of his bed you questioned him on dodging your kiss. With how clingy he is he would never turn down affection. 

“Wipe that stuff off your lips and I’ll kiss you,” 

“Toxic masculinity is not a good look on you,” You tsked.

“Nothing toxic about not wanting sticky shit all over your mouth,” 

You rolled your eyes at his response before speaking up. “My bad, forgot you were autistic,” 

“I’m not autistic,” He fired back immediately. 

“M’kay Mr. Sensory Issues,” 

Instead of defending himself again or trying to change the subject he just leaned back into his wall, crossed his arms over his chest, and pouted.  

You tried not to laugh at how childish he was being and instead cooed at him pressing a kiss to his cheek, then the other. 

Pulling back you viewed the two lip marks left behind and the small involuntary smile on his face. 

Leaning back in, you returned to your ministrations amongst his skin. 

When all of your lipgloss and stick was transferred off you sat back on your heels admiring your work. 

Extending your body you reached for your phone resting near his pillow. Returning to your previous position you grabbed his face taking pictures of him with closed eyes and the goofy smile on his face. 

Clicking on the small photo icon to enlarge it you flipped your phone around to show your no longer pouting boyfriend. 

Squinting to see the picture Miles looked at the kiss marks littered across his cheeks, forehead, and jaw, he pretended to not care, while he forced himself to conceal the giddy smile that wanted to break out across his face. 

-his mom loves you more than he does “calls you her mini daughter-in-law”  but disproves of the “short” skirt 

When Miles first introduced you to his mother she was skeptical. You were her baby’s first girlfriend, he was all she had left. How did she know if you were trying to take him from her?

But now you were all she could ever talk about. She treated you like a daughter. 

“When’s Y/N getting here, I want to see her before I leave,” Rio asked in her blue scrubs grabbing a banana off the counter. 

“She texted and said she’s 2 minutes out,” Miles answered sitting on the couch in his Visions uniform, his backpack on the floor next to him. 

Down on the street, you closed the door to your brother's truck before throwing your backpack strap over your shoulder. 

Saying goodbye to your brother you ran up to the Morales’ door. 

Immediately after opening the door, Mrs. Morales pulled you into a tight hug. 

She asked how her “little daughter-in-law” had been but before you could finish responding she was releasing you from her arms. 

Once you were at arm's length she spun you to the side. Furrowing her brows she plucked at the fabric of your cheer skirt. 

With a sigh and a shake of her, she muttered to herself “What is the school thinking, making these outfits so short,” 

Sliding past her as she moved to finish off her morning routine, you greeted your boyfriend near the couch. 

You pressed a quick kiss to Miles's cheek and he immediately perked up from his fatigued before-school mood. 

He stood up a little taller, his display of confidence was however broken by a loud laugh from across the apartment. 

With your boyfriend’s and your attention on her, Rio explained the cause of her amusement. 

“Look at how much happier he is, 5 minutes ago he was like an angry old man,” 

She moved closer to the both of you to coo at her son. 

“How cute, he missed you. Every time you leave he goes into his room and-“

Before she could embarrass him even more Miles interrupted. 

“Mami, you’re gonna be late for work.” He attempted to usher her out the door. 

“Miles don’t be rude, let her speak,” You chimed in wanting to hear whatever embarrassing thing she had to say now. 

“No, no,” Rio dismissed you with a wave of her hand. “He’s right, I’ll just tell you later,” 

She gave each of you and Miles a kiss on the cheek before grabbing her messenger bag on her way out the door. 

As the door clicked shut you smiled up at your boyfriend. 

“So…” You dragged out, “You gonna tell me what she was talking about?” 

-reluctantly goes to fundraisers you have to cheer/be present at 

You sat on your couch pouting up at Miles as he stood in front of you. 

“Don’t you have friends you can go with?” 

“Yeah, but I wanna go with my boyfriend, or do you not love me anymore?”

He groaned, rubbing his face with his hands.

 “Don’t start,” He warned. 

“I don’t understand, why won’t you love me?” 

“Baby it’s hot outside,”

“I have to go though, so just come with me,”

It’d been a whole 5 minutes of you trying to convince Miles to accompany you to the school-sanctioned car wash. It was mandatory for the cheerleaders to attend. Your coach had a habit of enthusiastically signing you all up for fundraisers that she would only have to work the snack booth while you did all the work. 

“I literally never see you anymore come on,” You whined trying a different approach. 

“I’m literally standing in front of you now,”  He mocked you.  

“Miles,” You whined. 

“Y/N,” He copied you with the same inflection. 

Giving up, you told him you didn’t even care if he went anymore. 

Pouting again you closed in on yourself. Miles sat back down next to you and you scooted to the other end. 

Scrolling through your phone you obnoxiously laughed out loud every few minutes and when Miles asked you what was so funny you pretended not to hear him. 

He knew you were going to continue your childish antics until he gave in and went to this carwash in the high 90° weather. 

“Alright, I’ll go with you,” He conceded. 

With a satisfied smile on your face, you hopped up off the couch. You leaned over and pressed a peck to his lips muttering a small thank you. 

“Let me go change,” You ran to your room. “Don’t leave, I’ll be quick!”

“Where would I go?” He yelled back. 

-Gets phantom pains from your tight ponytails 

“Does that not hurt?” 

“It does but you get used to it,” 

You’d grown accustomed to the pain that came with having your hair pulled up into a tight high ponytail for the majority of AAU and comp season. 

Miles however was appalled by this revelation. Every time your face so much slightly twitches in pain he was obnoxiously groaning claiming that you two were connected and he could feel it. 

“I don’t wanna look at it anymore,” Instead of turning away as any sane person would’ve done, he reached over and slid the hair tie out of your hair. 

The release of the tension pulling on your head lets you relax a bit more, your headache slowly fading away. 

“Ridiculous,” You heard your boyfriend mutter. 

“What?” You asked unsure if that was meant for your ears or not. 

“Look at your hair,” 

Narrowing your eyes at him you pulled up the camera on your phone to find a sizable dent in your hair where the rubber band had once been. 

“That’s why you have a headache all the time,” He lectured, moving over you, to massage your scalp. 

“Probably,” You answered, sighing and leaning back into his arms. He complained again about how your hairstyle was too tight claiming “all your hair is gonna fall out” 

“‘Kay, I won’t do it so tight next time,” You lied. 

-believes you should 100% be captain doesn’t matter if there’s someone “better” than you 

“Catherine is like objectively better than me at cheer and she’s a senior there’s no reason she shouldn’t be captain,” You had to explain to your boyfriend after the cheer positions had come out that you were only a sophomore and having a position on varsity was actually really good. 

He however didn’t agree. “She’s probably on steroids,” 

You laughed at the absurdity of his claim. “No one is taking high school serious enough to do steroids,”

“I think she should get tested anyways,” 

“Not everyone that’s better than me is on steroids,” 

“‘Nobody’s better than you,” He argued. “And if they were it’s only ‘cause of steroids.” 

©guessimjoiningthespidermanfandom

[liyawritesss]

ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴘᴇʀɪᴏᴅꜱ

Characters: e-1610!Miles Morales, e-42!Miles Morales, Hobie Brown, Gwen Stacy, Margo Kess

Type: Headcanons

Synopsis: How the Spider Gang helps you through your period.

Warnings: Light cursing, periods so descriptions of blood, cramping; these can be seen as platonic or romantic! Some nicknames are used that can also be used in a platonic or romantic sense I suppose?

A/N: Currently on my menstrual and this shit was kicking my ass for a good four hours. My partner was here to help me through it, and they sorta gave me this idea lol. Love you babe!

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ᴇ-1610!ᴍɪʟᴇꜱ ᴍᴏʀᴀʟᴇꜱ

Something tells me that he has a lot of girl cousins for some reason, and I think that also influences his knowledge about periods outside of Rio educating him about them. He’s not grossed out or anything by it, but is very well of the severity of the different hormone changes and mood swings, and doesn’t wanna get caught in the crossfire at all.

Amidst the stuff in his room he has a little container of period stuff - pads, tampons, painkillers, the basics - for whenever his female friends, family or girlfriend (if and when he acquires one) come over and aren’t prepared when their periods come on randomly.

He lowkey feels bad when the cramps are hitting you hard because he can only do so much on the outside, yknow? Like he can cuddle you and rub your tummy and try to lull you to sleep, but there isn’t much outside of that that he can do.

If you're cuddling, Miles opts to hold you against his chest while music is playing and he’s on his phone. He knows his dad does the same to his mom and thinks that the same method of action should work universally, and thanks to him, most of the time, with the girls and femme-adjacent people he’s around, it does.

ᴇ-42!ᴍɪʟᴇꜱ ᴍᴏʀᴀʟᴇꜱ

Very similar to e-1610!Miles, e-42!Miles is also one to be knowledgeable about periods and the do’s and dont’s of them. However, I feel like he’s more skittish about the physicality of it all.

Like, he also has a little period kit in his room and it’s much easier to find since there’s not a lot going on and he makes sure to put it in a easy to spot place for whenever female friends, family or partners are around, and he’s comfortable being told that it’s that time of the month for that specific person, but the visual of the blood and the pain makes him squirmish. Which is ironic, given his chosen profession.

I think it's something that, while small and completely unavoidable and integral to the female anatomy, it hits close to home for him to see his mom, friends, family, or partner in pain when it comes to the cramping, the clotting, and the increased times in the bathroom. He feels guilty, like e-1610!Miles, but it’s tenfold now given his own history with being helpless with things outside of his control.

While he’s not good with words, he’ll show his care more physically. Keeps track of the cycle of the important women and people in his life, keeps his kit stocked, and if it pertains to his mom or his partner, wants to go the extra mile and buy chocolates, snacks, and act as a looming presence just in case they need anything (will def say sumn abt them being a ‘cootie monster’ as a joke to lighten the mood, but if you really wanna cuddle him, he won’t put up a fight).

ʜᴏʙɪᴇ ʙʀᴏᴡɴ

Being a friend or a partner of Hobie’s means you’re taken care of, period. Need sanitary items? He’s got a stash of em in his guitar case. Emotional? He’s leaning his shoulder to you already. Cravings? Already walking out the convenience store with his jacket stuffed with your choice of snacks. Just need to sleep? He can get you a quiet, comfy space just like that. He don’t play when it comes to this thing.

At one point you questioned if Hobie knew more about periods than you did, especially your own. The longer you’re around him, the more shocked you become with just how well he can navigate around you during this time of the month.

I definitely see Hobie as the type to want to provide physical comfort and support for your period. Back rubs, foot rubs, cuddles, cradling or rubbing or kneading your tummy to help combat the cramps and the bloating, everything. He even lets you sleep on top of him if it helps with everything. He’d definitely go to sleep with his hands cupping your tummy, thumb running along your skin to soothe your pains.

He’s good at keeping you distracted from the pain by introducing you to some music, putting on your favorite show, or just talking randomly about something that’ll engage your attention. 

Hobie acts like your personal nutritionist for your period. Tells you the kind of tea to drink, what fruits to eat, what foods you should make to increase iron intake to make up for the loss of blood. And if you can’t cook, he’ll call one of his mates up to help him whip something up (or, knowing him, he’s got connections, he’ll ask someone to make sumn for you in exchange for something he can do).

ɢᴡᴇɴ ꜱᴛᴀᴄʏ

She hates her own period, so she can’t imagine how her friends and her partner feel. She’s the type to be confined to her room when she’s on her cycle pre-spider bite, however, I’d like to think that post-spider bite, she doesn’t get cramps anymore and the flow is rather light, which makes things great for being a superhero.

Therefore, Gwen takes her own experiences, coupling them with habits and things her dad does, and puts them to use for you.

Next to the dresser in her room is a little four-cube storage unit with bins that hold an assortment of things for you whenever you’re over her place. One bin has all your snacks in it that you generally like to eat, but she makes sure that it’s stocked up when your period comes around. Another has our comfy clothes you like to wear that keep you warm. Another has all the pads, tampons, and pain killers you’ll ever need, and lastly, the heating pad/warm water bottle to battle the cramps with.

Gwen will be kind of a worrywart, especially if she knows that your cramps get really bad sometimes. She’ll hover over you, wanting to help in any way she can, and even if you tell her to back off, she’ll still just kind of like, floats around just in case. It’s all out of love, though. And best believe she won't let you go if you finally invite her to cuddle again.

ᴍᴀʀɢᴏ ᴋᴇꜱꜱ

Homegirl definitely pops in on her folks using her avatar, and I feel like this  all the same when those she loves are on her period. She herself suffers from heavy flows and monster cramps sometimes, so she knows a thing or two on how to manage them for herself, and for her friends and partner.

Nutrition plays a big part, so like Hobie, Margo will try to help you out with certain foods and drinks to help alleviate some of the pain and pressure from your period. She even forms a little challenge for the two of you to try out while you’re on your cycles together so that you can try things out and see if they work for you

Ironically, one of her favorite facts is that one can actually sync up with other people who they’ve bonded with over the internet, Since it’s likely majority of her friends are online and that she’d meet her partner through her virtual avatar, she’s not completely surprised when it happened, but more intrigued that it actually is factual

While she also knows that a healthy nutrition helps out big time, don't think for a second Margo won’t open up a tub of ice cream and a bag of chocolates with you and put on a movie to get through the first day of the period blues. Comfort over all is the philosophy that she follows, so if you’re not down for any of that healthy shit, she isn’t either. She’s more than glad to sleep in with you while eating fast food, so long as you’re there for when you two have to struggle to get back on routine lmao

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[multifariousqueer]

hey ur writing a so good vould you write a smut with miles Morales( not 42) and reader using webs as hand cuffs, thanks <333

Ofc, babes!! IF ANY OF YALL HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THIS, SAY IT WITH ME KNOW. IF IT DON’T APPLY, LET IT FLY. LEAVE ME TF ALONE IF YOU HAVE ISSUES WITH MY SMUT BC I GENUINELY DO NOT GAF

A/N; Hey y’all. Keep requesting as always and if you have an issue with this particular piece of work or any of my other smuts, please feel free to politely fuck off 🥰(I’m sorry I’m so sick of the comments under my post y’all).

Warnings: imma try not to put too many bc Tumblr will shadowban this post and i gotta feed y’all, look at the request, b0nd@ge, fluff, br33ding,d1rty t@lk, nicknames, $mut,lmk if I missed some

As the rain pattered against your dorm window, you sipped from a mug of tea as you had just finished your English essay and designing Miles’ new web shooters. He was currently out using them and trying them out as you took notes on their flaws and how they could be fixed. Miles always told you not too worry about his web shooters and just focus on making his suit more durable and you always told him:

“I can do both, Spider-Man’s girlfriend/engineer always does both"

He would chuckle and laugh and say:

“As long as you’re happy, Mami."

Miles let you have a lot of creative freedom with his design seeing as you were also his “girl in the chair” assisting him on missions sometimes, designing/building him new tech, testing out new fluid combos and overall, keeping him safe. As much as Miles enjoyed you being active in his escapades, he worries that something will happen and you’ll be targeted and used for something horrible. You reassure Miles that this will never happen because there is nothing connecting you to his suit or machinery due to your advanced tracking system being untraceable by outside forces. You installed a firewall so potent, it took you three months of nonstop work to crack it. When you finally did, Miles and you had celebrated for a whole week.

As you enjoyed your unusual alone time, you waited for Miles to tap on your window and enter.

“Hey, Spidey. How’d they work?” you smiled at your tall boyfriend

“They held up, thats for sure. I had to stop a bank robbery and those guys had some pretty jacked up weapons but the shooters did their job. How are you amor?” Miles spoke

“I’m good. I pounded through my English essay and yours.” You said, grabbing his suit to tinker with some of the shooters leaving him bare in your room in only his mask

“What’s the essay on again?” He said, grabbing a shirt as you saw his visible goosebumps on his skin due to the sudden temperature change

“The effects of technology on modern civilization” you smiled at Miles

Miles chuckled at this

“Damn, they called you out, huh?” Miles said, climbing on your ceiling and attempting to web a bottle of water

“looking for something?” you smiled, waving his shooters at him

“yeah actually.” he smirked

“You’ll have them in a sec.” you said screwing something in

“try em now” you said, throwing them to Miles

Miles tried them and they worked perfectly, even better than you had anticipated. Of course, he tested them by webbing you to him.

“Thank you, mami. You always get me right.”

Miles pulled you in for a kiss. The kiss was long and passionate, you could tell he was incredibly grateful for the time and effort you put into him and his alter ego. The kiss could’ve lasted eternity as your mouths moved in perfect motion of each other before you pulled away:

“Should we try out new web formula?” you said barely above a whisper, your eyes fluttering open

Miles chuckled

“Nah, the current one will work fine for this”

Before you could ask what was going on, Miles webbed you to the wall. He turned you around so your stomach was against the wall. He made sure to strategically place the webs so that your hands and ankles were bonded extra tight to the wall.

“I’ve wanted to do this forever” Miles said

Miles webbed your mouth before you could say anything and started rubbing you through your clothes. He fondled your perfect tits and cursed under his breath:

“Shit I’m so lucky"

He sucked on your neck as little moans and whimpers escaped. He moved his hands under your clothes and ripped them in one swift motion:

“I’ll buy you a new top and shorts, mami” Miles said

You moaned out an “awww” but it was quickly interrupted by Miles rubbing your clit while leaving kisses along the back of your neck. You felt a knot in your stomach and you wanted nothing more than to moan out Miles’ name as you approached your orgasm.

You felt yourself twitch as you moaned and whimpered, tears falling from your face as Miles stopped and started palming and smacking your ass:

“You thought it was gonna be that easy, Mami? como si no me conocieras” Miles taunted in your ear

All you could do was just moan and cry as you were completely under his command. He then snaked two fingers inside of you and started prepping you for his dick:

"Es tan apretada, mi princesa” he said, lowly

Miles knew that when he spoke Spanish to you, you get flustered and shut down. You turn into a giggling mess and this situation was no different; It didn’t help because Miles was kissing your sweet spot on your neck causing you to feel overstimulated. Your legs shook and you were practically sobbing as your boyfriend abused your technology and your body:

“Fuckkk you wanna cum, Mami? You want me inside of you, princesa? I wanna fuck your tight little pussy so bad I’m gonna cum in your womb when I’m in there. You gonna let me? You gonna let me make you feel good, hm?” Miles taunted

“Mhmmm” you mumbled. You nodded and turned to face him.

“If you weren’t webbed, I’d make you beg for it; but you’re formula makes it so that you won’t be begging for another three hours” Miles smirked

“mmmmmm” you mumbled

All this time, Miles was taunting your hole with his head, pushing it in and out and watching your hole drip with anticipation. You were sobbing and all you wanted was to feel full and to cum but Miles more interested in watching his powerful, smart girlfriend, fall apart on his cock like putty. The lewd sounds your pussy exuded were driving Miles crazy as he watched you beg for him with your eyes.

Miles pushed himself in and bottomed out. Your soft, plush walls sending his senses into overdrive as he forced himself to move and not just enjoy your pussy squeezing around him. The feeling of being full and the sight of Miles inside of you was enough to make your high return on steroids. Your legs shook as you moaned and whimpered alongside Miles’ own whimpers and groans. As you approached your highs, Miles’ thrusts became sloppier and harder as your body followed the rhythm of his thrusts and began to shake. Before you knew it, your eyes blurred, and you let out a long drawn out moan and a wave of pleasure came crashing down on you; had it not been for the webs, you would’ve fell to your knees.

Not long after, you felt Miles twitch and his movements stilled as he emptied his cum inside of you, his breathing became heavier as yours did too. Miles placed soft kisses along your figure and whispered praises against your body:

“Fuck you’re so beautiful, Mami. I love you so much. You did so well"

You felt yourself get weak in the knees but Miles had been supporting your stomach and your weight. You wanted nothing more than to kiss the man who emptied his cum into your womb but due to the webbing situation, you couldn’t. Miles felt this and he snapped the webs off of your hands and ankles in a flash. As you both were calming down, you saw a geometric blast of light before seeing Gwen’s face:

“WOAH! uh did I catch you guys at a bad time?” She asked awkwardly, covering her eyes.

You and Miles exchanged glances before he smirked and you felt the heat rise to your cheeks

[lixxen]

The Spot/Jonathan Ohnn Headcannons

Here is a collection of SFW headcanons that I've made for The Spot.

I'll refer to him by his regular name for this. Will include general and relationship.

If y'all have any specific, send me an ask 💛💛

General

Jonathan loves cats. He adores them and prefers them over dogs

He is the least picky eater ever when it comes to what the food actually is, but presentation is everything to him

He clicks his pen three times whenever he is working. It is a nervous habit

He was always lanky and his family always called him a stringbean

He likes radio music and has never subscribed to music services. He only uses radios, even if he is an advanced scientist. If it's popular and on the radio, he listens. He doesn't prefer a specific genre

He has low scale diagnosed OCD, which makes him have to touch things three times or eat in pairs of twos. If he doesn't, he gets intrusive thoughts and feels the universe collapsing because he broke a pattern

His powers aren't fully stable and will react to his emotions. The less in control of his emotions, the less in control of his powers he has

He keeps all of his personal notes in journals. They're kept in boxes underneath his bed

He is described as "socially awkward and pathetic in the right way" by people he knows. But he is loved in the end

Jonathan is a brilliant scientist who has been fueled by the need to prove himself to others and to spite people who told him he couldn't do things

One of those people was his university roommate, Quentin Beck. The two are still friends, but Beck was the first person who challenged Jonathan directly

He studied alternate universe and the multiverse. The infinite possibilities always intrigued him

When he joined Alchamex, he found his true calling

He fit in quickly in the group of tight knit scientists he worked with. Dr. Liv Octavius was his direct boss and the two were close. She was the one who encouraged him to create the spots that would eventually be his demise and put him at the top of the collider project, underneath her

Jonathan didn't have any warm feelings towards the collider, knowing that something on that scale could cause major damage if it went wrong. But he went along with it because it would further his spot research

Pulling the spider out from Earth 42 was exciting. He could see a young boy at his desk, unassuming as the spider crawled towards him. Jonathan plucked it out from the universe and immediately branded it

When the spider escaped, he went searching for it. He followed the traces of energy, with a small device he created quickly, down underneath the collider. He watched from the shadows as he watched a young boy interact with who he assumed was a family member. He watched his spider bite and get killed by the young man

It took him time to go and collect the spider. He had to go tell Dr. Octavius that the spider escaped and got killed. She wasn't happy to hear it

Jonathan kept the spider, along with other work trophies in his home. He enjoyed seeing his achievements at home

That night the spider bit Miles, he cut all of his hair off. The needed to feel control in the situation and cutting off years of growing his hair made him feel better

He tracks Miles but doesn't report it to Kingpen or Dr. Octavius. He feels an odd sense of duty to the child. He created the kid's existence as a hero is because of him and he couldn't help but feel a sense of achievement. Another project that was successful

He holds spite against Miles for throwing a bagel at him. Of course it would be him getting hit. Because why wouldn't it. It put a sour taste in his mouth

As said in the movie, he was there to witness the collider exploding. He was working on his spot containment when he was emergency called down to the collider. He carried in the spots to see spider people, including Miles. He gripped onto the spots as he called out orders to the other scientists around him. He cringed when the machine went haywire

Then, it happened. It exploded and he was sent flying with the spots. He opened his eyes again as the jar shattered in his arms. They widened in horror as the spots started to consume him

Around him, his coworkers screamed in fear as they scattered. One grabbed Jonathan, trying to pull him out of the spots that were consuming him and away from the collider

They barely made it out of the room before it consumed him whole. He screamed in agony as it burned and he could feel his whole body being consumed

When he looked back up, his co-workers who were all still there, injured and scared, were staring at him. They asked him what he did and he looked around quickly. Seeing his reflection in the glass, he let out a small sob

He found out quickly what the spots did, as rubble fell onto a spot and they came out feet away. He tried to wipe off the spots, but they just merged and his hand went into them. It popped out next to a coworker who screamed

He got him and the coworkers out using his spots

The next day, he was ridiculed and fired by the owner. His family reacted badly and told him to leave him alone

This caused Jonathan to spiral and go into hiding for a year. He became depressed and tried to slowly get used to his spots

He started to use them to rob after eight months of using his savings

Relationships

He's a giddy type in relationships

He's almost obsessive, but not outwardly. He fusses over how his partner is feeling and will keep track of them. Not in a controlling way, but fear of people who dislike Alchamex

He will buy so many flowers. His partner will never be without them

He loves to cuddle. He loves skin to skin contact and will press his face into their neck, just to fall asleep instantly

He loves to ramble and will NOT shut up to whoever he's dating. He will tell them every aspect of his work and life

He can't dance, he's too lanky. But he tries his best. He'll try to woo them with it

He's a hopeless romantic and loves the idea of lavish dates and being perfect

He will definitely be the type of person who would raise hell if his partner is hurt or taken. He's the type to burn down the world for them once he's The Spot

He's very awkward at first, but once he's comfortable, he will be the best thing to ever happen

[solitude4chiron]

White Ferrari

Miles 42 x black fem reader

Warnings/about: Angst/fluff, Drunk characters, slightly drunk driving, you get attacked by one of Miles’s rivals he feels guilty, frank ocean & skateboarding, caring miles

Slight trigger warning: You get followed and attacked by a rival of your boyfriends, you own a gun and pull it out

& yes this is pt.2 to fashion killa 🫶🏾 thank y’all for the support on my first piece of writing 🥹🥹

Miles took your advice from your last heartfelt conversation, leading his uncle Aaron to take more of the prowler role while he rebuilt your relationship, but after a few weeks off he sadly had to stay out again

During the weeks he had off you felt closer to your villain boyfriend than you ever had before. Him opening up his eyes to your world and you feeling every emotion he expressed he was raised in as a child.

You both went to concerts seeing ASAP Rocky (both of y’all’s fav) JID,  Brent faiyaz (Miles’s favorite he sends you lyrics all the time) and kendrick Lamar. You standing in the pit made miles tense up so he would always end up being right behind you, arms wrapped around your waist while dancing to whatever artist was playing, the tight space pressing your butt onto him which made him go feral, but not purposely of course 🙄 so he always ended up whispering in your ear 

“Espera a que lleguemos a casa, you want to tease huh?” (Wait till we get home)

After his disappearance, and reappearance you communicated your feelings to him a lot, as he understood that his weight was slightly your weight too, and it stressed you out. Even though his identity was safe and your relationship with him wasn’t too public, you felt someone had a hit out on your head.

“8:35 pm not too late…” and while miles was gone you dragged on your baggy evisu jeans while also pulling on a tight cropped shirt, finishing it off with a hoodie zipping it just far up enough so you could still let others see your bellybutton was pierced. Then you left, skating down the street with bktherula blasting in your left ear (miles always told you to keep one ear open when he wasn’t with you)

After a minute you stopped at a gas station for a drink and while walking to the back for your soda, you spotted a man dressed in all black. Shiesty mask pulled down, his dark eyes glared at you screaming disrespectful things

“Why the fuck do I live in nyc..” you muttered

At that moment you snatched the money out your pocket and slammed it on the counter whilst walking out, hoping the fast payment would put some space between you two. You also text miles. A lot..

“Hey miles baby, you free?” 8:49

“Some dude keeps following me miles” 8:49

“Miles please look at my location, I’ll try to stay in the area please come get me” 8:50

“Baby please answer me” 8:50

“Babe” 8:50

“Babe” 8:53

“Miles” 8:53

Miles POV:

“Aye pass that shi bru we celebrating tonight” I said through intoxicated lips while taking another swig of the hennessy bottle, and for a minute my worries went away, and that minute was actually 30 minutes

“Aye y’all imma head home ! My wife waiting on me” I said with a smug look on my face snatching the keys to my motorcycle off the counter, but my unc ain’t goin for that shi

“Gimme the keys miles, airdrop me your address” 

“Alright then dad..” I said sarcastically, but slightly pondered on that sentence because my dad, yeah 

While opening my phone to airdrop the address my heart sank to my crotch

Future wife: 7 new messages

Future wife: 16 missed calls 

Future wife: 1 voicemail 

And immediately I became sober. Hopping on my motorcycle and riding through the oddly warm night climate, leaving my worried uncle behind while tracking y/n’s location 

“Sabes que lo siento, I keep fucking letting you down.” (You know I’m sorry baby)

Y/n’s pov:

Although you tried not to acknowledge the man but something about him was familiar? You’re sure you’ve never seen him before but maybe you’ve heard of him

“Come here ma, won’t be long trust”

“Come on you know you want to turn around and look at me” 

And in that moment you knew who he was, Sidat. (Sigh - dot) Miles’s little “enemy”. Miles told you about him, but the way he was described to you. Made you feel like he wasn’t a threat. Now you realize he wasn’t a threat to miles, but definitely is a threat to you

“Move nigga, I got a man” you snapped

“I know that already love, fuc him” 

And something in you jerked to pull out the gun you tucked in your pants earlier. The gun that had MM (Miles morales) engraved in it, the gun you never realized could swiftly take someone off the earth, the gun that had purple wrapped around it. Personalized for your boyfriends touch 

“I said move nigga, damn.” You said, turning around swiftly while pulling the gun out your waist

And you tilted your head, peering down the top of the gun hoping this would be enough to scare sidat away 

“You ain’t pullin that shi girl” he said whilst jumping on you pinning you to the floor, you kept the barrel of the gun to his chest but he knew you wouldn’t pull it. You knew you wouldn’t too 

He lifted your chin off your chest with his own weapon 

“You so fine, miles don’t deserve yo pretty ass”

And in that moment you heard a motorcycle almost a minute away

So he left, and in the snap of a finger sidat was gone

And you shivered on the floor preparing your words for when miles found you. Tears ruining your pretty mascara 

“Lo siento, cariño, lo siento, salí y me emborraché y pensé que si bebía no tendría que pensar en nada y..” (I’m sorry baby, I’m sorry I went out and got drunk and I thought if I drank I wouldn’t have to think about anything and I..)

“Come on hermosa, I’m so sorry” you saw a tear forming a the bottom of his eyes and you knew if he wasn’t slightly drunk he probably wouldn’t be crying right now 

He picked you up and sat you on his motorcycle. Going straight home

Timeskip: At home

“And yeah, that’s what happened. He vanished as soon as you pulled up.” You said through tears and hiccups 

Miles tried his hardest to comfort you. He took your clothes off slowly trying not to trigger anything inside of you and wrapped you in the satin robe he got you for valentines. He took you into the bathroom and ran you a bath while rubbing a soapy rag along your body. His eyebrows indicating his regret. He made you hot camomile tea just like how his mom taught him, and he slid your bonnet on your braids freshly oiled for bed while he played your favorite, frank ocean

“It’s my fault” you heard him sigh

“No baby it wasn’t your fault, It wasn’t any of ours I’m not too shaken anyways I promise”

“But I should have been checking your texts, just like you always tell me too…” and he buried his head into your breasts trying to hold back drunk tears, and sooner or later you were being showered with kisses. His breath smelled like liquor but you didn’t care. He made sure that night while you both slept he was directly behind you. Never letting go of your hip 

“Care for you still and I will, forever” miles sleepily sang the lyrics of white Ferrari, and you’d wonder if he knew what he sang, or the impact it made in your head. It almost felt like he could only love you this deeply when he was drunk. Maybe he just felt this way the whole time

And through every kiss he apologized, because sober or not it pained him so much someone besides him had hurt you, purposely. The music filled your room and leaked out your shared window freezing time, and all you could do was stare at the boy you loved in awe

Because you never thought he could love someone so deeply 

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why do i cry — 42! miles prt 2.

spidey!reader. angst with happy ending. for general audiences. (cannon) character death. no y/n. childhood friends to crush to enemies to lovers. no official confession but a official confession. part 2 of this fic. somewhat of a accidental confession trope

color coded text: miles. you/spidey.

inspired by: why do i cry - margo guryan

"miles?" you felt like throwing up all over again, looking at the boy you've loved for almost all your life talking down to you. you were almost living the worst day of your life all over again.

you closed your eyes, expecting another barrage of punches only to be met with a hand grabbing your mask. you grabbed his arm but you were too weak to stop him.

in a instant your face was met with the cold snowflakes falling from the sky. readjusting your eyes you saw him standing over you. time stood still—what was a few seconds felt like years, decades.

your body loved faster then your mind did, snatching your mask, you put it back on before leaving him in your wake.

that entire week you genuinely felt sick with heart break. your mother tried to get you out of bed many times but she each time she came your face was wet with fresh tears.

you couldn't tell her why, you didn't want anyone else thinking less of you. instead you told her "i just need time.. please."

she gave you space, cooking your favorite meal every single day until you felt better and each time you did think you were getting better, the image of miles standing over you would come back making you feel sick all over again.

in the four weeks it was almost like you stopped existing from anyplace but your bedroom and in your absence crime started to pick up again, and so did the complaints from the media.

"some hero spidey is huh? kingpin robs bank after bank and that useless web-head is nowhere to be found?! new york this just shows we can't trust that sorry excuse of a hero for anything!"

jonah jameson yelled into his camera—he wasn't alone. from all over new york, anchors were throwing every professional name they could think of at you, miles felt like he was the blame.

in the weeks you've been gone his mind has yet to calm. he was about to kill you, if he didn't take off your mask theres no telling what he would've done.

he's been trying to stay away from you, but now crime is risen and theres been several threats that someone is going to attack the brooklyn bridge he knew he had to find you.

now he's standing in your bedroom. he almost stopped breathing as he stopped your still frame. walking closer, he sat next to your feet gently as he could. it took him forever before he opened his mouth.

"i..." he looked at his gauntlet. "i'm sorry for what i did... what i said." the lack of light of your room hid his the sick look on his face. your eyes were wide open and watering slightly as you saw his dark figure from the moonlight outside.

"i did believe what they said about you—how you killed my father... how you're a murderer... a cowardly killer. maybe since it was....maybe since it was him, it was easier for me to believe." you almost felt sick as you saw him wiping his face and sniffling; he was trying not to cry.

you listened as miles talked to himself out loud; he says that he didn't know how to handle jeffs death and that uncle aaron was the only person he felt like he could turn to.

that he worried his mom because he's out so late and bearly talks to anyone anymore but he has to provide for her now that his dads gone.

it takes him a while to stop talking and after that he sits in your room in silence almost like he was going to say something else, instead he heads to your window.

your open eyes stared into the darkness corners of your room as you contemplated stopping him. you wanted to let him go, you wanted to hate him but your heart wouldn't allow it—grabbing his hand you stopped him in his tracks.

whipping his head to face you, you stood on your knees in your bed, you were visibly disheveled, even shaking as you held his hqnd. "miles, i....." you were fighting back vomit and tears as you looked at the boy you love.

it didn't seem appropriate, he just confessed he wanted to kill you because of the news and that he wanted to make you pay—but you can't hold this in any longer. for as long as you could remember you've wanted to confess to him, now this might be the last time you see him ever you have to get it off your chest.

"miles...i like you—no i love you... even after what you said to me on that roof top." it felt like the world stopped for both you and him, his heart fastened as he stared at you. you closed your eyes, expecting him to leave, to say he had a girlfriend even laugh again you but instead you were met with a hug.

his gloved hand rubbed your back and his head burring itself into your shoulder. "i don't know what i'd do if you didn't..." you two cradled each other for a while before separating to look each other in the eyes. "i didnt mean to hurt you." he says after a moment.

holding your hand, he walked you to your window before opening it again. you squeezed his tighter as you saw him get ready to leave. kissing your cheek, he began to climb out of it. "i'll come see you after school... make sure you're dressed, imma take you somewhere." "y-yeah okay."

your legs felt like jelly as you watched him leave. heading back to your bed, you layed on your back for a moment before turning on your stomach and kicking your feet. "i better hurry up and get to bed.. i have a date tomorrow."

taglist: @lunagalaa @awow-2 @coffeeandtealol

[scribble-dribble-writes]

Stronger together

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<<Part 1

Part 2 to 'Don't make me choose'

Pairing: Miguel o'hara x reader

Word count: 800

Tags: @itzmeme @miatjie @juneonhoth

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You slumped against a broken metal shelter on some roof. The world glowing around you with a goulish green hue as faint sirens haunted the far distance. Earth-42 wasn’t paradise, it was the opposite, without a guardian in this realm, crime was raging and rampant.

But this was where you tracked Miles to last before the little red dot that kept tab on him faded. Now you were stranded, not sure of how any of this could help in preventing what was to come. Instead you were hungry, tired, soaked wet by the rain and there was no other alternative to survive here. The battle within your mind was that, you only knew one number by heart.

Tapping the device in your hands as you thought through the outcome, you took the jump, to make the call and waited as it beeped searching for a connection. You prepared your mind in that moment, for the possibility that he wasn’t going to pick up or that he would deem you deserved this to confidently abandon you here as a form of punishment.

Two beeps in, the line was active, his voice cracking through as he called your name repeatedly, his tone soaked with worry.

“Can you hear me?”, the line stabilized and you held the device close to you, as though it was an extension of him.

“Are you al-alright?”, the connection was a bit sketchy as he asked you but before you could respond,

“Yes.”, you said desperately.

“Are you hurt?”, he bombarded you with questions, without waiting to hear your reply and it only made it more clearer that he had been trying to search for you without a clue as to where you had vanished. In the state you were in, it cut loose within you everything you had held back, when you were out here thinking of the worst, he was there desperate to get you back.

“Where are you?”, he continued.

“I’m sorry.”, was all that you could utter before you broke down into sobs.

“I’m sorry, Miguel. I was foolish.”, you rambled only to hear silence from the other end.

“Hey.”, he interrupted you, his voice tender and soft.

“I was at fault too.”, he sighed.

“I lost sight of us and our pledge to carry the responsibility of being a hero, succumbing to the fear of the past “, he explained, not a hint of anger in his voice.

“Where are you?”, he asked again.

“I’ll come get you.”, he said it with a sweetness that you realized when you were longing to get back home, you were just wanting to get back to him.

“Earth-42.”, you answered and there was a pique in interest as he mumbled.

“Earth-42? How did you track him there?”, he asked, you could practically hear the gears turn in his head as he tried to connect everything together.

“The transporter maps us to our universe based on our spider bite.”, you began to explain but he jumped in following your train of thought.

“and he was bit by an anomaly which in turns masks his genetic makeup when scanned.”, he finished your sentence and you couldn’t help but smile. He understood the way you worked and that could not be replaced with anyone else.

“Clever as always.”, he remarked but you could sense the smile with which he said it.

“My power is running down and I don’t know how long I can stay put here, this world is –

The whizz of the dimension portal startled you as it opened near where you were and in the pouring rain your heart skipped a beat as you saw his silhouette step out, his head moving from side to side as he scouted for you.

He called for you and you didn’t wait, springing up from where you hid to run to him.

You wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tight that he huffed bracing your impact. But the moment he felt your warmth, he held you close, placing his cheek on the top of your head, not worried about the rain or anything else.

“Te extrañé.”, he spoke into your ear.

“You're not angry with me?”, you mumbled into his chest to hear the soft reverb of his laugh.

“We’ve got to help him, Miguel.”, you said slowly and he nodded taking in the state of the world around, he brushed away the strands of hair that stuck to your face. He was making it clear now, that you ranked higher than those worries.

“I can’t stay mad at you for long.”, he tilted your chin up to see him and when your eyes locked, you knew that wherever you stood, with him, it was paradise. Even on earth-42.

“We’ll figure it out together.”, he gave you a knowing smile.

“Like we always do.”, he held your gaze, as if that was the core rule his universe operated on.

You were certain you would find a way to save Miles’s father, because when you and Miguel stood together, nothing could stand in your way.

“Now let’s go home.”, his hand slipped to yours and you wrapped your fingers around his.

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In regards to my original post of miguel being an absolute dad to miles

Warning! I'm really weird and random stuff keep on popping into my head! Also cussing(maybe??)

So, I ship spiderdads/miguel x Peter b, so just imagine the found family trope where Peter b and miguel unofficially adopt miles as their son and mayday absolutely loving her new big brother :))))) (I love fluff and platonic stuff, especially found family and father and child dynamics, etc)

.....so yall know Tom and jerry right??? (Please, stay on track with me on this one)

And there's this grey dog in Tom and jerry, called spike, and he has a son, name tyke. And spike is admitted, father rof the year, but like imagine miles having that sorta dynamic with any of his father figures (Peter b, miguel, his actual dad jefferson)

Like, imagine miguel being so proud of miles raising his spanish grade, like he hangs it up in his office like a trophy or something?? (Like how you put your kids art on the fridge)

if anyone decides to bully miles, they'd have to deal with a 6'9 vampire, a police captain, and Peter b who's already comforting miles. Aswell as mayday already biting their Ankles because no body messes with her unofficial big brother >:(

(Not to mention rio with her slipper and miles 42 getting ready to murder someone over bullying his twin, regular miles.)

(Don't click read more unless you want clarification for the spike and tyke dynamic thing.)

This is what I mean, for the spike and tyke dynamic.

[jennsterjay]

I Gotta Feeling (That Tonight's Gonna Be a Good Night)

Format: Fan-fiction

Rating: Not Rated

Summary:

"Whew, that was fun" Miles said as he wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.

"For real! Man, you should get on stage again" Ganke joked.

"Haha, nah you're not daring me to do that again…but I’ll tell you what, we can go a few rounds in Tekken when we get back home" Miles said.

'Back home' Ganke smiled. He liked that.

"Best two outta three?" Ganke asked.

"You already know, and imma win this time" Miles smirked as he got up and offered his hand.

Read on Ao3 and read an excerpt down below, and enjoy X'D

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Meanwhile in Earth-42….

It was June 1st, 201X when dynamic duo Miles G. Morales and Ganke M. Lee, were at local skate park…chilling and doing tricks, on their first day of Summer.

Miles was sitting on the nearby pavement steps as he watched Ganke do a few rounds and kick flips that he had been trying out. Every now and then Miles would cheer him on as he saw Ganke's smile before Ganke would dare him to join in, and the two would share the skateboard, switching places.

This time it was Ganke's turn, and Miles watched him as he listened with one ear and had an earbud in in the other. Miles was mostly listening to his favorite hits from the internet and his childhood. The last new thing he listened to were some diss tracks that everyone was talking about right before school let out. After listening to them and thinking 'damn that's crazy', he went back to listening to his own Rap, RnB, Rock, and video game music that Ganke put him on.

He was currently listening to a song on shuffle called ‘Sunflower’ which reminded him of the summers of his past…and fit with the sun shining on them for their pleasant day.

When the last melody of the song faded out, and a new song played, Miles recognized the tune as he saw Ganke jogging towards him.

"You wanna go a turn G?" Ganke asked with a smirk.

"Nah I'm good, we can sit for a minute…I got a song we can listen to" Miles smirked.

Ganke smiled and put his skateboard down as he joined Miles on the pavement steps.

"Bet, what song is it?" Ganke asked.

Miles passed him an earbud, as he scooted closer and left the other earbud in his ear as the cord attached to his phone was left dangling between them.

"I'll let you see if you can guess" Miles said with a smile.

[brighterdaysarebeforeus]

And the aftermath, in a new world!

@hobiesgender @hadesdaughter2002 @lirulua

Masterlist

Miles winced hard as he landed on the floor, his back screaming in agony. He’d not anticipated fighting side by side with his counterpart against Kingpin (fighting against Kingpin a second time, even if it was technically a different Kingpin); though the man hadn’t been as big as he’d been in Miles’s universe, he was still much bigger than Miles was and was still hella strong. In addition to his back aching something fierce, his wrist felt like it might have had a hairline fracture, and he could practically feel the way his side was turning purple under his suit.

He twisted to his uninjured side with a groan, pushing himself up on shaking arms and near-immediately giving way to the ground again when he put too much weight on his wrist. Pain went up his arm, sharp and shooting, and he cradled it to his chest the second he was on the ground again.

There was a warm touch to his semi-uninjured side, and Miles flinched away without even thinking. The now-familiar soothing scent washed over him, Hobie doing his best to calm him down even as he reached forward again and grabbed his arm. Miles let him that time, drawing a sharp breath as he felt something firm and unyielding get placed on his wrist. It came out of him in a shudder, but it sort of made his wrist feel better, in a way, so he left it on; when Hobie dropped his arm gently against his chest again, Miles opened his eyes to see a dark brace on his wrist, supporting and compressing it gently.

Then he curled up again, still in pain but soothed by the fact that Hobie was nearby. He’d lost track of everyone, remembered that they’d managed to distract and hold Kingpin down long enough for some higher power to come and take him away (not the cops, Miles-42 was very insistent that the cops were in Kingpin’s pocket, he’d talked to a contact who went through someone else who talked to a different contact who — long story short, it might have been the IFBI or the ACI or whatever equivalent Miles-42 had in his universe), and that they’d scattered once they’d ensured he was pinned and they heard the sirens.

Miles had gone with Hobie, who’d called out a number before turning on his watch when they were a distance away, and the portal had opened with a bright flash. They went through, though Miles still wasn’t really used to the portal thing while he was completely fine, forget slightly injured.

So he gave himself a minute before getting up and realizing that they’re in a room, that Gwen was throwing herself on the bed in the corner, Peni also picking herself up from the floor, Noir and Ham already sitting at a table and talking quietly amongst themselves.

“All right, all right,” Hobie started off, rummaging around in a batter old cabinet that definitely looked like it had seen better days, “welcome to my humble abode an’ all, got some food if you lot want it, got some water — ”

“Drinkable water this time?” Gwen called out from the bed, and Hobie threw something at her. She squeaked as it landed on her, jumping just a bit and then clearing her throat with a light blush as she looked away. Miles snorted a laugh (he could hear it in the back of his head — Gwen’s awkward ‘sorry, sorry, it was…just so quiet’), and Gwen sent him a pleased look as he leaned against the bed. He smiled up at her, and watched as she relaxed just that much further.

“Fuck outta here with that, Gwendy.” Hobie shot back, still digging in the cabinet for food, “I’m offering it, right? Means next time shouldn’t grab what’s not offered.” He tossed a water bottle at Peter B, who had lifted his hand as if he’d wanted one, and at Noir who’d done the same. “And anyway, this is just a layover while we figure out our next step, so better eat and drink while we can. Don’t wanna send ya off to the next fight hungry or anything.”

“What’s it looking like for food?” Ham asked, “cause I’ll tell you now, I’m so hungry I could eat a horse — and those don’t exactly taste great, you know?”

Hobie shot Ham a dry look, shaking his head in mock disappointment.

“Not your best, mate.” He said, and Ham drooped dramatically. “I can’t — ”

“Oh, but wait!” Pavitr called out, and Miles jolted hard. Pavitr had been quiet so far, nursing his own wounds from fighting against a Kingpin for the first time, but he’d perked up into the conversation quickly. “What do you eat for meat in your universe? If you’re all animals?”

“Guys!” Margo burst into the room, startling everyone by her panic. She glitched a little, then brightened to a degree that was almost blinding, her voice distorted for a second before everything seemed to snap back into place at the same time. “Too much-too big-too many — bright…Guys, Miguel saw that last jump — ”

The door burst open, and chaos ensued a second time as they scrambled to get away. There was the roar of a motorcycle, but Miles couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. Something also crashed through the window just next to Miles, and he felt himself getting yanked up to his feet. They grabbed his most-likely-fractured wrist, and he yelped in pain, and then he was dropped as Gwen lunged off the bed and hovered over him, snarling loudly.

He was grabbed a second time, much more gently, and the bright light of the portal blew into place nearby. Hobie slung his arm around Miles’s waist, quickly but mindful of his bruised side, and practically threw them both through the portal a second time.

[koolcece22]

 A Day At The Fair

Summery: Miguel,Shade, and the Kids went to fair for a day. Kids: Miles, Gwen, Hobie, Pavitr, Mayday,and Miles-42 slight Miguel x OC

“Guy! Guys! Guess what?!” Pavitr said as rush into the lounge where Gwen, Hobie, Miles, and 42-Miles were chilling. Prvitr just came back from a mission helping a Spider-man. Prav was holding a bunch of tickets and jumping up and down like a little kid in a candy store.

“What's up?” Hobbies said as put down his guitar

“So you know I went on a Mission with Spider-man what earth is like in Florida or something? Anyway, He gave me a bunch of tickets to the fair there. Want to go?!” Prav said very excitedly. 

“Cool, we would love to go, right guys?” Miles said as the other three nodded While the group of Kids were talking Shade walked in coming back from her mission. 

“Hey guys, what you all talking about?” Shade asked. then Pav walked up to her and hugged her. Shade likes Pav's affection he gives her. He then shows her ticket and Shade wonders what it is. 

“Hey, Shade! do want to go to the fair with us?” he asked. Shade gave him a confess look at him.

“What a fair?”

The Kids’ eyes widened thinking she joking but from the look, she wasn’t 

“Wait there's no fair on your Earth?” Miles asked 

“No? I mean I think we have something. I just don’t know since I don’t go out a lot. Being a wanted and also being a threat to the public.” 

“Then let's change that! Come on Shade! You need to experience things that never got a chance. And we make sure you don’t hurt anyone. Right guys?” Gwen said while Miles,42, Hobies, and Pav nodded to agree

“I don’t know guys. I mean what if we get a call for mission or Miguel said no.”

“Don’t worry leave that to us.”

~

“No.” Miguel shut the kids down

“What why?!” Pav said 

“One, it's a school night and not messing school. Two, we're still keeping track of Shade. Her DNA has been stable but we don’t when it react.”

“Then come with us. You can keep an eye out for her and you take a break from looking at all these screens all day.” Miles suggest

“Yea, old man. Take your women out for once.” 42 smirked the kids know that both of them have a crush on each other they don’t want to amend it. 

“Yeah big spider, take your mate out.” Kuro slides out of Shade’s body now blushing hard, why do these kids have to call them out?

“You make it a date and we just are your guy's kids judging you,” Hobie added

“Yeah Miggy go have fun with kids.” everyone turned to her Peter B. walked in with Mayday in the baby carrier. Peter the hand Mayday to Miguel was going to inject. “ go take Mayday with you. She has a good time to see the animals. And besides I do own you day-off.” 

“Peter but-”

“No buts!” Peter then opens a portal to the Earth where the fair is and pushes Miguel into it. The Kids also push him in. Shade stares at them like they went crazy.

“Come on Shade we get yelled at later!” Gwen pulled her into the portal 

~

“All of you are in so much trouble when we get back,” Miguel said as he ate 5th turkey leg. Now in casual wear like the rest of them. 

“But you seem like you enjoy it,” Miles said jabbing Miguel’s side as they played some fair game. Pavitr, Gwen, and Hobie try to shoot the balloons. But Miguel knows that games are rigged, it a fair, even in the 2099 fair games are still rigged. 

“Guys you aren’t going to win,” Miguel said as the three were defeated. Shade and Miles giggled while Mayday laughed. 42 gave a smirk and thought of stealing one prize, but one look from Miguel said otherwise.

“Aaaww, better luck next folks.” the fair vendor said with a smirk. Gwen, Pav, and Hobie just glare at him wishing they can go out of their powers but they have to act normal. Shade led the group away from the vendor. There were so many things around the fair, she never had this kind of experience before, She was so amazed that she couldn't help but smile. 

“You look like you have a good time.” Shade snapped out awestruck a look at Miguel who had a small smile on his face. Glade that Shade is enjoying herself. Shade nodded in responded

“Hey, love birds! Let's do that!” Kuro but in made both Shade and Miguel blush. Kuro points at a stand that has a competition that looks like a hotdog eating contest. Kuro has a grin on her face. 

“Oh Shaaaddddeee.”

 Shade rolled her eyes knowing what Kuro was about to asked of her. They share the same mind after all. 

“Well since you been well-behaved for the past week and it is a competition so it's not like you can ban us. right?” Shade looks at Miguel and then not sure if she can be banned. She doesn’t want to add another place on the list of places that she and Kuro been banned to.

“You should be fine and I make sure Kuro be well-behaved,” Miguel said as he nodded 

“Oh boy!” Kuro said as she hopped on Shade’s shoulder before she fused back into Shade as take over Shade’s body. Her change from purple to silver.

“Mhaha! I show those losers a real apex predator like me!!” Kuro said about to run till Miguel pull her on her shirt. 

“You better behave,” Miguel said glaring at Kuro while she stick her tongue out at him. It like taking care of sixth child. Kuro ran up to the competition’s director.

“You! stupid man! Let in this competition and show you all to fear me!! Haha!!” Kuro said. The director looks at her as crazy. Luckily, Miles, and Miguel have to stop Kuro before people think Shade some crazy lady. 

“She wants to join your eating competition. She really good at this foods one. Hehe” Miles said while Miguel had to get Kuro off the table. 

“What up with you and getting on the table?” Miguel whispered in Kuro’s ear

“I must assert my dominance!” 

“She can join, just don’t have her on the table.”

~

“You sure it a good idea for Kuro be in eat hotdog?” Miles whispered to Miguel who has no idea if it was

“Shade said Kuro be well behaved. I really don’t want to get ban from her.” Miguel said as the kids see the Kuro is up against two big fellow, but she just smirk.

“Ok everyone! On your mark! Get set! Go!”

Kuro quickly devoured her hot dog plates that the two big men were shocked by how fast she ate them. She also grabbed there plate as well and eat all there hotdogs too. The judge was stunned as how this woman at all that.

“Haha! Bow down you fools! I’m the dominant predator!!” Kuro declares as stand on the table

“Uh we have a winner folks!” the Judge said as he gave Kuro the ribbon. Kuro was about to eat till Miguel came up to her and grab her off the table.

“You went overboard,” 42 said 

“Maybe, but I win!”

“Kuro can you give Shade back her body?” Miguel asked Kuro rolled her eyes then gave back Shade her body who didn’t like the feeling of having full stomach. She tried to shift a burp and blushing to see what Kuro did in her mind.

“Thank Great ones she didn’t overdo it.” 

42 look with a surprised look “She didn’t?”

Miguel walked up to Shade and 42 with MayDay in hand. She seems to be pointing to the animal area. Miguel figures she wants to go there.

“I’m taking Mayday to the animals area. Care to join?” Miguel asked Shade. She nodded as she never see many animals. 

“Can I join?” 42 asked Miles to come up to Miguel and 42

“Don’t want to join us at the rollercoaster?” Miles asked. 42 quickly shakes his head 

“What the point? We do more thrilling things than any rollercoaster. Besides it's nice to look at animals.” 42 was sweating nervously. Miles just shrugged while he ran off to catch Gwen, Hobie, and Pav. Kuro had a smirk on her bunny face.

“Your scare of heights?” she giggles.  Glare at her. Shade hit Kuro to stop laughing.

“Come on let go see the animals.” Shade said as she changed the subject. Shade, 42, Miguel, and Mayday head to the animals area. Shade was in awe as she never seen so many different animals before. Mayday giggled as she wanted to use her webs to climb on them. Miguel was glad he took them off beforehand. 

“ what animal is that?” Shade asked as she pointed to a sheep. 42 and Miguel look at each other. 

“It's a sheep. You don’t have sheep on your earth?” 42 Asked

“I'm not sure, I… don’t go out much and the only animals I see are the ones in my sectors.” 

Miguel walked up to her and gave her some food for the sheep. 

“Sheep are still around on my earth. Though there not this color.”

Shade put her hands out to feed the sheep. As they came to her they fed from her hands. They felt soft to her, never actually seen a alive one. 

“Heep.”  Shade turns to see Mayday try to reach for Shade. Shade was always scared to hold her. Peter B. always insists on her holding Mayday. Peter a lot of trust towards her. One only a few spiders that didn’t judge her. Shade grabs Mayday to bring her closer to sheep to pet. She giggles as she pets the sheep. 42 and Miguel went to their side. 

“She going go nuts when she sees the rabbits.” 42 smirk not remembering the last time he saw a little kid smile. Both Mayday and Shade look at them with child-like wonders

“Bunnies?” both of them said at the same time. 42 raises an eyebrow to Shade.

“There no rabbits on your earth?”

“No there are but… the sector I live in doesn’t have many animals. Just the standard cat and dogs.” Shade said as 42 and Miguel led her and Mayday to the Rabbit area both Shade and Mayday were in awe when they saw the bunnies. 

“Bunnies!” both said as Shade carried Mayday to one of the pins where black and white were. 

“Aww, I see you like our rabbit.” one of the farmers said then pointed to Shade. “I like your bunnies too. It's kind of cute.”

Shade realized that Kuro was on her should who was growling from being called cute. 42 to quickly grab Kuro from Shade’s shoulder hoping that Kuro doesn’t say anything to give them away. They pretty much say there is no talking animal on this Earth. 

“Heh, that she house train. May we take one out to pet them?” Shade asked. Mayday nodded also wanting to pet the bunny too. The farmer nodded as she pull out the bunnies. Both Shade and Mayday pet them, Shade never realizing how soft they are. With Kuro, it feel more warm and slimy even though she look like a rabbit.  Shade grab Miguel’s and 42’s hand so they can pet them too. Miguel couldn’t help but smile at Shade have a somewhat child-like wonder for someone who never truly got to experience anything.

Miguel's train of thought was interrupted when a photo light flashed on all four of them. Miguel, Shade,42,and Mayday turn to see Miles, Hobie,Gwen,Pavitr was there with Lyla flashing a camera

“Peter is going to get a kick when see you smiling migs.”

“Lyla! Delete it.” Miguel said with a growled

“No can do. Send to everyone to spider scoity. The Spiders need to see their boss relaxing for once.”

Miguel rolled his eyes while 42 groaned knowing his street cred was now gone. The kids laughed, had a good old time till Pav point out something

“Hey, Guys! Let's head to the hills to see the fireworks! It's about to start!”

Everyone heads to the hills to see the start of the fireworks. Miguel made sure put on his sunglasses soo he wouldn’t be blinded, and Shade put on her earplugs so she wouldn’t go into shock because of the sound. 

The light show was beautiful as many lights and shapes that can impress even the stoic of people. Shade couldn’t help but to put her head on Miguel’s shoulder which he didn’t mind. He couldn't help but smile to see the kids were happy and so was Shade. 

This was a beautiful day 

[skvaderarts]

Petrichor Chapter 42: Sunrise

Chapter 42: Sunrise

Note: Google autocorrect has been getting on my last nerve lately. Nothing drives me up the wall worse than when you write something and then it’s auto-corrected into the wrong word right in front of you only for the program to then tell you that you made a grammar mistake. No, I didn’t. Maybe tell your hyper-aggressive AI to stop putting words in my mouth. Or, in this case, my story. I know what I wrote. Clearly, you don’t. GAH!

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Sirrus stood atop the train car, reaching his hand down to help pull his companion upwards and onto the ever so slightly rounded top of the last car on the train. The young summoner gripped his hand tightly as the man with the mostly red hair shifted his body weight, holding onto a maintenance railing in order to keep from tipping forward, knocking them both off of the high-speed train. He pulled V towards him as the man with the white hair clambered up the side of the train, a flurry of rapid movements insuring that he reached his destination smoothly.

Once atop the locomotive, the young summoner let out a sigh of relief, shivering slightly as he hunkered downward. The air up here was bracing and chilly, his eyes watering slightly as the cool air hit them and his vision became blurry temporarily. He shuddered, pulling his coat close to his body. He’d expected the air to be cold up here, and it was something that he could adjust to, but it still took him by surprise. 

But as his eyes adjusted to the rushing wind around him, he slowly took in something that he’d neglected to notice previously. The sky around them. It was pale and faint, but the variety of colors and hues was breathtaking as they mixed with the deep, fading blue of the night sky, that blue transitioning to the soft blue of the morning sky as the clouds radiated magnificent shades of purple, pink, orange, and yellow. V felt his breath still as he beheld it, the bright colors reflecting in his eyes as he looked out over the tree-covered horizon, the icy lake off in the distance and the powdery covering of snow atop the trees and the distant mountains simply a sight to behold. It was like something out of the prettiest postcard he’d ever seen.

“This view is… absolutely breathtaking.” The awestruck tone in his voice wasn’t lost on Sirrrus, the other man looking over at him with an eager look of excitement on his face as he realized that their trip up here had most certainly been worth it. That was the kind of child-like wonderment that he’d hoped he’d seen on his friend’s face. He wanted to give him that kind of simple joy, especially after how awkward their interaction had been back in the train cabin. He didn’t want to start the day off sitting in awkward silence in the train cabin. No, he much rather sit up there on the roof in imminent danger of losing his life should they approach an unexpected tunnel. That was much better.

“It is.” He allowed the cool air that blew in from the mountains to blow through his hair as he closed his eyes and savored its crisp embrace. The train was in the foothills now. They could both see the station from here, only a few miles off in the distance, glimpses of it visible through the trees and shrubbery as they approached it. And on the far side opposite the tracks in front of the building was yet another lake, this one smaller but seemingly connected to the one they’d seen yesterday via a snaking river. It was hard to be sure without an overhead view. “I’ve always loved the mist in the air at dawn. It’s just so…”

Sirrus trailed off, not sure what to say to describe it. He knew the word that he had in mind, or, at least the sensation associated with it, but it escaped him at this moment in time. All he had was the feeling it gave him, and he didn’t really mind that, in truth. Sometimes words weren’t necessary and only served to complicate and uncomplicated matters. He subscribed to the notion that silence was indeed golden. Something to be treasured in this world filled with far too much noise.

“Reinvigorating. I believe that might be the world you’re looking for.” V said simply, joining him at his side as they both took in the morning sky, the brisk air becoming just another thing they hardly noticed anymore. Just a small obstacle that they had long since overcome. Like so many before it.

“You may be correct, yes. I think that’s the word I’m searching for.” Sirrus said as he slowly sat down atop the train. Standing wasn’t the safest option, and it wasn’t as though lowering his body position was going to compromise the view. Not in an advantageous position like this. You could see some of this through the interior of the fogged-up windows inside of the train car, but this was far better. Clearer. “We should be arriving soon. In perhaps the next forty-five minutes or so.”

There was a short pause in conversation as V nodded his head in recognition of what his friend had just said. The two of them just sat there in silence again, enjoying the view for a solid minute or two before V glanced over at Sirrus, his friend noticing this but not acknowledging it by moving or speaking himself. He didn’t need to. He knew that V knew he was paying attention.

“I feel like we shouldn’t be up here,” V said in an amused tone, clearly not ready to climb down just yet. But it did seem that the reality of the situation had fully seeped into him and he was really registering for the first time that they were sitting together on the top of a train relaxing, doing perhaps one of the most patently stupid and dangerous things imaginable just because they could. And they both knew that and were indifferent to it. In fact, they were enjoying it. The little thrill it brought them mixed with the simple pleasure of what they were doing up there was hard to explain, but it was a welcome feeling.

Sirrus chuckled at the notion. It wasn’t that he disagree, it was simply the casual, dismissive way that V had spoken those words into existence. “What gave you that idea? How we had to climb up here or the lack of any meaningful hand railings. Or perhaps the fact that we’re on a train with no designated viewing platform?”

V shrugged almost playfully. Those were all good points. The statement hadn’t really required an answer, but he wasn’t bothered by the one he’d received from his friend. It was actually pretty funny when he thought about it like that, even if he wasn’t particularly sure why. “We're going to get arrested.”

“You have my assurances that we won’t,” Sirrus said shaking his head as he actually laughed a bit. As if anyone would be out of their mind enough to even attempt to arrest them. That would be a profoundly troublesome thing to attempt for little to no reason. And no one could see or hear them up here anyway. He’d made sure of that. He liked to take risks, but he wasn’t quite that careless. Yet. “This isn’t my first time up here.”

V shook his head, a soft smile on his face as the two of them fell silent again. They stayed that way for a long while, simply enjoying the atmosphere and the natural splendor around them. It truly was beautiful. That was something that couldn’t be ignored. Fall was perhaps V’s favorite time of year, if only for the way it looked and felt alone. He loved winter, but there was just something about the colors in fall that filled him with… it was hard to say, really. Hope? Optimism? He wasn’t sure he knew the correct words to describe the feeling, but there was something that he wanted to say.

“May I say something important with impunity?” V said in a slightly more serious tone, a tinge of reluctance in his voice. This caught Sirrus’s attention almost immediately, his daydream interrupted by the unexpected question. He didn’t get the impression that something was wrong or that V was upset, but he did get the feeling that whatever V was about to say was important since he’d asked in such a manner. And that alone was enough for him to have the man with the mostly red hair’s undivided attention.

“Of course. What’s on your mind?” Sirrus said simply, looking out at the morning sky. He seemed content with how things were at the moment, and V was hesitant to interrupt that bliss, but he didn’t know what the rest of the day would bring, and this was perhaps the best opportunity he would get to bring this up.

V seemed almost hesitant as he remained quiet for a minute or so, obviously trying to think of the best way to phrase what he was about to say. And that in of itself made Sirrus more cautiously fascinated by what his friend might have to say.

“... I don’t do well with physical contact. It’s something I’ve been working on, but I’m not sure I’ll ever be comfortable with it. I’m not sure it’s something I can learn to tolerate. Or if I even should, for my own sake outside of momentary situational acceptions to the norm.” He paused to make sure that he was coming off the right way toward his friend. He wanted to be sure that his tone was coming across properly. He wasn’t upset or anything of the sort, and he wanted to make sure that he didn’t sound too harsh or unsympathetic. That wasn’t his goal in the slightest. “Your request took me off guard. Looking back, I’m not sure what my answer should have been or how I should have reacted, but I wanted you to know that. But I don’t blame you. Not at all. You only did what I gave you permission to. It’s something I’m just not comfortable with. I’m not upset with you, but I just wanted to be honest with you about that. I’m just not sure if I’m communicating that effectively.” 

Sirrus blinked in surprise, taking in what his friend was telling him. He lingered on the statement, genuinely trying to process what he’s just been told. He got the impression that V was worried about how he would react. That he might be upset or think he was accusing him of something. That he might be concerned that he was punching Sirrus away. But he wasn’t, and he wanted him to know that. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again and looking V in the eyes, an understanding present that he could tell V was relieved to see. He knew how that felt.

V had never truly doubted that his friend understood, but the fear that there might be a misunderstanding was always there, and they both knew that deep down. Maybe he was scared that Sirrus would become annoyed by him. But the fact that he was still willing to give him the benefit of the doubt when he’d clearly been hurt before by doing the very same thing was something that Sirrus treasured. He was still willing to take the leap and give him the chance to disprove the fears that he had, not because he believed that was Sirrus’s responsibility, but because he knew in his heart that those fears were just that: fears. They were not founded on anything that his friend had done, and he knew that. The reality was that Sirrus wasn’t like that, and he knew that deep down without any doubts, and he felt no desire for Sirrus to prove that to him.

V believed in him. And Sirrus knew that.

“I appreciate you saying that. Honesty is difficult. It invites judgment. Retaliation. Resentment. But please… always know that you can tell me no. To anything. You have a right to tell me no. I value our friendship over all else, and would never put it in jeopardy over something as petty and foolishly immature as becoming upset over something I have no right to become upset about. And I will endeavor not to put you in situations that make you feel that you have to ask in the first place. Or worse, that you feel uncomfortable refusing.” The look of genuine displeasure at the very idea of that was evident on his face. V got the distinct feeling that Sirrus had been in that situation before, perhaps more than once. And he wasn’t sure why, but he felt a chill crawl up the base of his spine at the thought. Call it intuition, but something about that statement simply felt too personal to him. To relevant to Sirrus personally. “I apologize. I had an inkling that I might have overstepped and that you were simply too petrified to properly respond. Please, consider forgiving my misstep. And please, never feel the need to learn to tolerate something for my benefit. You have the same right to comfort in any given situation that I do.”

“I do not need your apology. I don’t want you to apologize. I never doubted your intentions. Not even for a single moment. I know that you’re only doing what you think is right. And that’s all I want you to do. I simply wanted us to come to a mutual understanding on the matter so that there were no misgivings or misinterpretations going forward. Because you cannot make an informed decision about a problem you do not know exists.” V nodded, a small smile on his face. He was glad that they could talk freely and openly like this. It was… such a welcome relief. He felt that he could be honest with his family, but there was just a special kind of freedom that he only felt with Sirrus. And that was something he truly treasured. He’d always wanted that: a companion who he could share his thoughts and feelings with. He’d wanted that so much growing up that he’d lost sleep over it. And now he had that. And he didn’t want to lose it, but he also refused to allow any fears about that possibility to rule him. He owed that much to himself. He owed that much to Sirrus. “And for my part, I shall make an effort to be clearer on my limitations if I believe clarification is needed. It rarely is when it comes to you. You understand me very well, and I’m not blaming you for anything. Everyone makes mistakes. You’ve not permanently marred me in any way whatsoever. I just thought we could both benefit from more transparency. But at the same time, please don’t cater to me. I’m alright. Really. Don’t agonize over it. You have absolutely nothing to prove to me.”

“And you were correct in that assumption. I’m happy that we can talk like this. It’s refreshing to be able to just… express myself around someone without fear of being judged for doing something wrong. To be understood. I can’t learn from mistakes I didn’t know I made in the first place.” He chuckled softly as he blinked slowly, a small smile on his face as the both of them turned to look at the sky ahead of them. He hadn’t expected to have this conversation today, but he was glad that they had. He felt closer to V, the two of them both mutually sure that they had a better understanding of one another. “Thank you, V. From the bottom of my heart.”

“Thank you for taking the time to listen to what I had to say. And for waking me up to see this.” V said softly, scooting a bit closer to his friend. He… he didn’t mind being closer to his friend right now. And the gentle look of kindness from his friend as he gestured with his arm as if to ask if he could drape his arm over his shoulder and give him a gentle squeeze was a welcome one, the young summoner nodding in approval. He didn't have a problem with that.

“Thank you for being here to see it with me, V. The view is better when I get to share it with you.”

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It was pointed out to me in the comments of the last chapter that V could’ve had a more profound reaction to his interaction with Sirrus in the previous chapter considering how uncomfortable he is with being touched in general, and I totally agree with that. But instead of going back to “fix” it, I thought this would be better. I’ll always take an opportunity for a meaningful conversation! So thank you for your constructive criticism, Ooze! I’m a lot more pleased with how this turned out :D I hope you are, too!

I’ll see you all next Friday and in the comment section. I hope I did this topic some justice! Truly, I do. Take care!