#💫 » 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐄’𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 ˚ ˛ * 。

[b3rrymilks]

𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 !

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 : a cute lil sleepover with your boyfriend miles :)

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : <3 this was also requested by anon, so enjoy luv ! (sorry for all the angst on my page rn..💔💔) this is very short due to my mind not being able to cook anything longer up. my minds been a bit all over the place😭😭 sorryyy💔 ART CRED : thokzu on tt

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : miles morales (1610) x reader

ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ

🕷️ while being conjoined at the hands, you both danced around in the pouring rain. your laughter filled the small space you danced in. miles was a nice change of pace in your life, ever since you’d gotten with him, things have changed for the better.

“you’re so beautiful” miles wasn’t usually the type to get all sappy without nearly having a nervous breakdown. “what did you do?” you replied, squinting and pointing an accusing finger at him. “nothing nothing, i just wanted you to know” miles laughed, watching you happily. this moment was cut short by his mother yelling. “MILES GONZALO MORALES GET INTO THIS HOUSE OR SO HELP ME!” her screams were louder than the rain. somehow.

when you two both walked into the house, rio had placed multiple towels on the floor so the rain wouldn’t get spread all over the floor. “you two—“ her lecture paused as she stared at the both of you. standing there soaked holding eachothers hands. “—get changed before you get sick.” she said, throwing even more towels at you two. “nowwww!” she added, watching you both still standing there, giggling.

what you two didn’t know, was that she watched the entire time as you two danced out in the rain. she found it heartwarming as her and jeff did the dame thing when they were kids.

miles wrapped a towel around you and rubbed it all around, creating friction to warm you up. “well, there’s no taking you home in this rain, my mom would kill me if either of us got sick.” miles spoke, looking around his room for a change of clothes for you. “uhh, here” he handed you one of his large white shirts, and fluffy pajama pants that his mom had bought a dupe of.

miles loved to draw, it was one of his favorite hobbies. he would often sketch you during class, as you would be nearly falling asleep at the boring lesson. no matter where he was or what he was doing he would always find himself drawing you. he had multiple sketchbooks already full, and every 2 pages there was a sketch of you.

there was something about the rain that was calming, making you tired. the rain definitely wasn’t going to let up soon, so you joined miles in his room as he completed his physics homework. he rubbed his temples in confusion. he had missed a few days of class, meaning he was behind in work. “you know it’s a trick question right miles?” you told him, giggling at his frustration. “no it’s not? it’s—“ he paused mid sentence, rereading the question. “no way…” he whispered, looking back at you. your giggling finally got to him, making him grab a pillow from his bed and toss it at you.

“hey HEY! it’s not my fault you missed class” holding the pillow up in defense. “you think it’s so funny hm??” he asked, picking up another larger pillow and threw it at you. loud laughter eventually filled miles’ room as you both began throwing pillows at each other.

his parents sat in the living room, listening to the laughter. “hope he’s done his physics homework.” his father spoke through an exhale, finishing his water. in honestly, they were all glad miles was happy and had someone to hang around with. (tehee.. get it? hang aroun? alr my bad don’t block me pls💔)

“okay okay fine! i’m sorry” you apologized to miles who was still hitting you with the large soft pillow. “i forgive you.. for now” miles spoke before falling onto his bed, pulling you close. his body heat quickly spread between the both of you.

soon the laughter died down, and the rain continued to patter against the window in his room. with slow blinks and miles caressing your face, you slowly fell asleep.

“i love you.” miles whispered pressing a gentle kiss onto your forehead, watching your chest rise and fall. “you are a lover boy huh? crazyyyy” his father peeked into his cracked open door. “dad! get—“ lowering his voice, “—get out.” embarrassment quickly setting in. as his father left, he closed the door. “he takes after his father.” he mumbled with a laugh.

[b3rrymilks]

𝐌𝐢 𝐋𝐮𝐳 𝐲 𝐌𝐢 𝐀𝐥𝐦𝐚

☀︎︎ — synopsis : after his fathers passing, he begged uncle aaron to teach him how to protect the ones he loved. his uncle had a way. but was he ready for the sacrifice that came with it?

☀︎︎ — notes : this is just a headcannon! i’m not saying this is cannon, i just like to think about it that way. this is pre-vigilante e!42 miles. a lil bit of fluff and angst. most of the spanish stuff is from spanishdict, so i’m so sorry if it isn’t accurate 💔 [ labeling reader as fem because of the choice of clothes and i was unsure if any nb or male readers may be uncomfortable, it’s mostly gender neutral if you squint :) ]

☀︎︎ — pairing : miles morales (e!42) x fem!reader

♬ — “are you busy?” was the text you received from miles, striking your attention. it had been about 3-4 weeks since his fathers passing. since he was the type to go non verbal during grieving, you decided to leave him be until he was ready to speak on his own.

“no i’m free, why? do you need me to get you something?” you replied, providing all the help he might need. he loved you. he called you “mi luz” or “mi alma” (my light or soul) his mother was more appreciative of you because of the way you cared for miles and his entire family.

“no, i just want to see you. can i come get you in about 10 minutes?” his texts had lost that playful energy that was there before his father passed away. you knew it would be a while before you could spent genuine time with miles, but he needed to heal.

“of course, i’ll be ready when you get here.” he had left the text read, leaving a little thumbs up on the message. you then quickly got out of bed and began to get dressed. wearing a skirt and a light colored top. when you walked downstairs, your parents asked what the occasion was. “going out with miles, i’m not sure when i’ll be back” something about mentioning miles made your mother stand up quickly, gathering the vase of flowers from the living room. “take these to his mother please, she’s been missing work and i want to give her a gift.” you nodded, taking the vase and waiting for miles to arrive.

when he did arrive, the light in his eyes was gone. “flowers?” he asked. “my mom wants to give these to your mom” you explained. “can we stop by your house first before we go?” earning a nod from him, he took your hand and guided you down the steps of your apartment. the walk was quiet, and the sun was still beaming. he wore his hood over his head to block out some of the sun as you used your hand. when you both arrived, you stood outside the door. miles watched as you stood there, unsure if you wanted to step inside. “it’s okay, she’s not here right now.” he told you, pointing his head to signal you could walk in. you placed the flowers and note on the living room table and left their apartment.

miles had taken you to an open field. the smell of different flowers had filled the air around you. he was so quiet. you wanted to give him physical affection but you were unsure if he wanted any. while observing the view, he gently wrapped his arms around you from behind. he had taken notice to your choice of clothing, and how the cool breeze made goosebumps rise on your soft skin. “hm.” he hummed, taking off his jacket and wrapping it around you. “miles?” you called out to him, “yea?” he softly answered. still hugging you from behind. “promise me you’ll take care of yourself during this period of time.” you had pulled away from the hug and turned to face him. his face had hesitancy written all over it, which made you take his hands into yours. his hands were bruised, and small cuts decorated his knuckles.

still quiet, you pulled him into a frontal hug. “i promise you. but i want you to promise me something too.” you could feel the vibrations from his voice through your shoulder, as his chin rested there. “anything miles.” you responded. “prométeme que no cambiarás. no cambiarás siendo mi felicidad. no cambiarás nada entre nosotros. te amo y estoy haciendo esto para protegerte.” his words, “my happiness” made you truly realize how special you were to miles. what you meant to him. how badly he wanted to protect you. you pulled him tighter into the hug, sniffling. “no llores bebé” he pulled away from the hug and held your face, watching your tears fall. his thumb gently wiped away the tears. “you’re too pretty to cry.” he whispered.

around you was a cool breeze that really tied all these emotions together. grief, sadness, happiness. all of those tied together and drifting away in the breeze. moments passed and you two remained holding eachother, you picking leaves that blew in the wind out of his hair. taking in all of his features, as it may be the last time you would be this close with him again. “promise you’ll be here to celebrate our anniversary though?” you looked up at him from his lap where you were laying. “i wouldn’t miss it for the world”

when he walked you home, he held your hand tightly. he never wanted to let you go. but he was doing this to protect you and his family. what remained of his family. “i love you.” he took your head in his hands and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead. “i love you too miles. remember our promises please.” you also pressed a soft kiss on his cheek, watching him nod. before walking into your home, you turned around and hugged him one final time.

“hey honey, how was it?? you’ve been out for hours” your mother and father were sitting in the dining room, eating. “it was great,” you responded. you sat at the table with your parents, playing with the zipper of his jacket you wore. “i’m planning to go out with rio for a self care day tomorrow—“ you listened to your mother speak about her plans while eating dinner. the rest of the day you spent with your family. even though the pit in your stomach had been filled, you still worried about miles. the measures he would go to for his loved ones.

𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : the way i cried when i saw this art. (the cover art made by crittlyworm on tiktok) had to write something about it, made me so sad bro 💔 i wanna know so much about e!42 miles in beyond the spider-verse!! like i have so many questions. but i hope whoever read this enjoyed it 🥹.

[b3rrymilks]

𝖊𝖞𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖈𝖙

synopsis ; THIS ENTIRE FIC IS BASED FROM https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8Rm5pDA/ (slide 9) PLS READ IT BEFORE READING!! ALL CREDS TO @/candle.wishes ON TT. pt 2

story note ; pure angst. no happy ending. violence, nearing character death. // i added the fact reader got bit by a radioactive spider that only gave them the super strength and ability to stick to walls. no spidey senses.

authors note ; this isn’t proofread, and it’s rushed ☹️ sauryy but I HAD TO WRITE SOMETHING ABOUT THIS WHEN MY FRIEND SENT IT TO ME ON TIK TOK! ART CRED : thokzu on tt

pairing ; miles morales (e!42) x fem!reader

LOOK INTO MY EYES.

🕷️. “get up, it’s time.” you’d heard your uncle say. he had pushed your legs from the relaxed position they were propped in. “now?? it’s like 1 am” you squinted at the red analog clock. “stop complaining and get ready, we need to hit this bank before they open.” you uncles cold voice had told you to stop asking questions and to hurry up and get ready.

your uncle was the leader in these big plans, but after recent fuck ups, you were taken from the main plan.

“but why??” you asked, holding your arms out in a confused manner. “because you can’t hold your own, we need you out of the actual action.” your uncle replied, ignoring your presence. “but it’s never been my fault, it’s always—“ your uncle had completely shut your statement down. “but but but? you have YET to complete something i ask you to do. you fail at every little thing. you’re not ready.” he had nearly yelled at you.

your family has been doing this for years, it was only recently when “the prowler” had began disrupting your part of the plans. even though you tried to tell your family it wasn’t your fault the plans went to shit, they never believed you. a week ago, you’d gotten bitten by a strange spider while scoping out the bank. you brushed it off as you were in the middle of escaping the authorities.

you’d gotten an intense increasing to your strength, surpassing your uncle.

the plan went active tonight.

“don’t fuck this up.” your brother warned you before leaving to his role in this. “alright, once your mother hacks the cams and alarm system, we’re in. y/n you’re on lookout. make sure no one catches wind of what we’re doing, got it?” you rolled your eyes at the fact you were lookout, and that your brother took your spot in assisting your uncle with breaking in. “yeah whatever.” you replied through the radio.

minutes of silence passed, it felt like the smallest move and your entire presence would be exposed. perching on the building for lookout, the alarms and cams had finally been hacked. “they’re down, now!” your mother announced through the radio. you watched as your uncle and brother entered the bank. “you only have about 8 minutes before the alarms reactivate and give away what’s happening here, we need to—.” the static had interrupted your moms voice, but before you could take action, a heavy blow came to your stomach.

rolling from the impact, you quickly caught yourself and stood upwards.

“you didn’t think i’d let this go by unnoticed did you?” his voice was changed by the mask he wore.

that stupid mask that he always wore. the holo eyes were slanted, and a light purple color.

“i’m so fucking sick of you!” you yelled at him before charging towards him.

you two both collided by trading punches. yours weren’t as strong due to the heavy hit you’d just taken. sharp pains had shot through your stomach. the adrenaline hadn’t kicked in yet, leaving you in pain.

“i’m not letting you continue this life of crime you seek, not here.” he spoke between every punch he threw. every attack you threw at him, he saw it coming.

you didn’t give up. eventually, his attacks had gotten sloppy, signaling he was tiring himself out. you two had gotten closer to each other, more hits connecting and blood had been drawn.

“just give up already,” he spoke again, watching you catch your breath. in his eyes, he saw your mask was ripped, catching light of your face. little by little.

glaring at him, you’d observed that there were cracks in his mask. “you’re never going to—“ you were sick of his constant mocking, talking and presence in general.

charging at him again, you’d tackled him and took hold of his neck. the adrenaline had finally come, and the pain was now gone. you straddled his waist, pressing your fingers against his esophagus. “i’m so sick of you belittling me. just like everyone in my family.” you seethed at him, watching air slowly leave his body. his claws held onto your wrists, tapping them profusely. “i’m not letting you go this time.” you began laying heavy blows to his mask, feeling it break.

your knuckles had began bleeding. blood hit the ground as you kept punching him, over and over again. you weren’t giving up, he attempted to reach up to your mask, reaching for the remains of it.

as the glass of his mask began to break, it exposed each feature, one at a time. first it cracked near his eyes. brown eyes.

then it began to crack near his nose. his nostrils were flared due to the pain he was enduring.

upon one final blow, the mask had finally completely broken. holding up your fist, preparing for one last blow, you took a look at the boy that had been ruining everything for you.

the claws had now broken, falling to the ground as he held up his hands in defense. his eyes were nearly swollen. blood had trailed down from his nose. his lips were bloodied. his face was decorated with cuts, all which were seeping blood. you relaxed your grip on his throat.

he had began inhaling large amounts of air, as you had completely frozen. he had finally peeled off your mask, revealing your face.

“wh— no, no no no no.” you silently wished it was all just a dream. this couldn’t possibly happen.

you watched miles struggle to breathe, struggle to open his eyes fully, struggle to even move.

“miles?”

“y/n?” through coughs, and broken breaths he still managed to speak.

the boy you dearly wanted to protect. the boy you went to school with. the boy that you always wanted to see in your spare time, the boy you loved. the boy you lived next to, was nearly dead from your hands.

you got up, quickly backing up. everything in your head began spinning. the pain had nearly caught up with you, throbbing had come to your head. you watched him hold his side, still coughing.

“no, no.” was the phrase you kept repeating, over, over and over again. “please.” you begged.

3 HOURS LATER.

you hid in your room, lights off, in complete darkness. hugging your knees close to your chest. the light suddenly turned on, and your uncle and brother came in. “what happened to you?? you almost ruined the entire—“ finally stopping the scolding, he had seen how injured you were. cuts and bruises blemished your skin, and your knuckles. “what happened to you?” the question had more emotion tied to it, as he kneeled down to touch you.

flinching from his touch, you remained quiet. “do you wanna tell me what happened?”

whenever you closed your eyes, all you could see was miles’ bloodied face. before you knew it was him, whenever you closed your eyes, you’d see his smile.

you trembled under anyone’s touch. the pain had died down, leaving you with sudden shots of pain every now and then. you hadn’t washed the blood from your body. you’d raise your shaking, cut open, bloody hands to show yourself what you did to the person you cared the deepest for.

“it was miles.” you silently whispered.

[b3rrymilks]

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞. // 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 “𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐟𝐞𝐲 - 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞“

✰ — 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : “she’s just a friend” until you spot them both a bit too close for comfort. slowly progressing through the breakup, you just can’t seem to fully let go. ( miles 42 will be known as milo and is miles twin )

✰ — 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐂 : “i’ve done the math, there’s no solution we’ll never last. why cant i let go of this?”

✰ — ��𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : sad stuff😞 that’s all😛. MILES 1610 I STILL LOVE YOU.

✰ — 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : miles 1610 x gn!reader (there is a mention of wearing mascara?? idk sorry if you’re uncomfortable.)

𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐀𝐘.

while cleaning out your room, you spot a polaroid of you and miles in the kissing booth. ‘i’ve done the math, there’s no solution we’ll never last’ you both were two young kids in love, with not a single care in the world. tears welled in your eyes as you ran your finger along the small polaroid. “sweetie?? you ready to go??” your mother called to you from downstairs. quickly wiping your eyes, you take the photo and pick up your last remaining bag. when you walked down the stairs your mother saw the smeared mascara on your eyes and pulled you into a hug. “any last stops?” she softly asked. “can i go see him? for the last time?” your voice was so quiet, not knowing if this was a mistake or something that would cure the wound that held you two together. ‘why cant i let go of this?’

“we’re here honey, but you can’t take too long our plane leaves in an hour.” nodding at the reminder, you got out of the car and looked up towards his window. your hand shook as you held it up to knock on the door. you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. “cmon..” you quietly urged yourself. finally placing three knocks on the door, you stood there. ‘i made a promise.’

the door flung open and there he stood, eyes red and puffy. you two both stood frozen for a moment, observing each others features. the tears swelled in your eyes once again. his lips were parted but nothing came out. ‘to distance myself.’ you couldn’t take a second more of the silence, throwing yourself into his arms.

he squeezed your waist as you both broke into tears. the entire morales family knew you were moving, but weren’t allowed to see you due to the state you were in because of the breakup. miles buried his head into your shoulder as he lifted you from the ground but held you carefully. the sound of you both sniffling filled the space around you, and caused the morales family to all come to the door. “i’m so sorry y/n. i’m so, so sorry.” miles spoke through his sniffles as he continued to hold you. “i’m sorry too.” you returned the apology and remained being held by the boy you once loved so deeply. ‘it hurts to be something, it’s worse to be nothing with you.’

mama rio, uncle aaron and milo stood at the door to watch the exchange happen. finally pulling away from miles, you gave hugs to the rest of the family. when you got to rio, she pinched your cheeks. “if you ever come back, you’re always welcome here, to the morales home.” her words made you smile through the tears. ‘i broke my promise,’

when you got back into the car you saw miles waving while still wiping tears, being held by his brother and mother. while riding to the airport, you felt a weight had been lifted from your chest and you felt less empty. folding your arm against the window to cushion your head as you watched the buildings of brooklyn pass by. only to fade into your memory. ‘no matter how long i resist temptation, i will always lose.”

✰ — 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : uMMM IVE NEVER ACTUALLY FINISHED WRITING SOMETHING THAT IVE HAD IN MIND FOR A WHILE 😕 but umm ik my writing isn’t perfect, but uhhh tehe i just wanted to write this because Laufey’s music makes me wanna curl into a ball and sob violently. 🧍🏽‍♀️ sorry this is short but it’s basically all i wanted to write. the lyrics aren’t in order of the song, they’re in order because of what they say.. if that makes sense… MAN IDK😞 ART CRED : thokzu on tt ☺️

[b3rrymilks]

𝖊𝖞𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖈𝖙

synopsis ; THIS IS A CONTINUATION!! PT2 OF “𝖊𝖞𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖈𝖙” PLS READ IT BEFORE READING!! ALL CREDS TO @/candle.wishes ON TT.

story notes ; pure angst. no happy ending. violence, nearing character death. // i added the fact reader got bit by a radioactive spider that only gave them the super strength and ability to stick to walls. no spidey senses.

authors notes ; didn’t expect to be asked to write a continuation for this but here i am :)

pairing ; miles morales (e!42) x fem!reader

LOOK AT WHAT YOU CAUSED.

🕷️ — “what?” your uncle asked, kneeling down in an attempt to hear you better. “it was miles, he.. he was” hiccups interrupted your speech, with broken sobs creeping in. “you’re okay, you’re okay..” your brother attempted to comfort you by holding you, but you constantly flinched away from his touch. “i cant.. i don’t understand.” your sobs had become hysterical, confusing your family.

“it’s alright dear i’m sure you’re just in—“ your cries had stopped your mother mid sentence. “it’s not okay, i nearly killed him. with my own hands..” you managed to choke out the sentence while still sobbing. you’d finally allowed your brother to hold you close, falling into his grasp.

“i don’t know what to do.” you cried.

you felt unable to care for yourself. you struggled to eat, or even speak.

days passed. fading into weeks, became a whole month. you avoided the morales family, out of fear. your family had to lay low after attacking the bank, common sense of course.

miles remained in the hospital in a coma due to his critical condition. you believed you could sneak a visit as he rested.

his hands remained undamaged, as they were protected by the large gloves he wore that night. the mask that provided him air would slowly cloud up and clear, signaling him slowly breathing.

you hesitated touching him, holding a position as you reached for his hand. his broken body laid silently, only accompanied by the beeping of all the monitors surrounding him. the white bandaging on his face was now splotched with crimson. you finally bypassed your hesitation and finally took his hand, gently. with a deep exhale, you began whispering.

“i’m sorry that— i’m sorry i did this to you.” you began. “if i had known that..” you paused, feeling the burning sensation of tears arriving. “if i had known it was you, i wouldn’t have even tried to…” pausing again, the tears began falling as you attempted to blink back the tears. “why? why did it have to be you?” you cried, placing your head down onto the arm rest of the hospital bed. “if i could change what i did, i would.” you told him, wondering if he could even hear you. “i’m so sorry miles. i’m so, so sorry.” your grip had subtlety tightened. “i’ll do anything to change this, even if it means never speaking to you again.” before speaking again, you heard the familiar voice of miles’ mother.

“tengo que ver a mi hijo, ¿puedes visitar a los demás?” she spoke, meaning she would be entering this room soon. you placed the unnamed, handwritten note onto the bedside table before quickly leaving the hospital.

when you made it back home, you sunk into the comfort of your own room again. the darkness made it almost impossible for your thoughts to settle. you had awful migraines cycling in your head for hours. your eyes constantly burned, as if you’d been staring at a screen for too long. your body had finally reached exhaustion as you collapse onto your bed, feeling the cool bedding.

when you closed your eyes, it was no longer the damaged, bleeding miles. it was now memories, as you accepted you’d probably have to let him go.

one night, you l were sitting atop your apartment complex roof. listening to the sounds of the city. after a hard day of failed missions, you’d gotten into a large argument with your uncle.

“just LISTEN to me!” you begged, not pushing through his lecture. “listen to what? the fact you’ve been ruining every single mission i’ve given you? over and over again? this is why i avoid even bringing our plans up to you, because all you’ll do is FUCK IT UP.” he now yelled at you, making you back away from him. “well?? don’t have anything to say??” your uncle continued to belittle you, making you finally flee your home.

moments passed and miles had also joined you on the roof. “you alright?” he asked, gently nudging you. “im fine miles. just a hard day.” you told him, cupping your hands. “y’know i’m here for you, right?” he placed a hand on your shoulder, comforting you. “yeah i know.” you replied, taking a deep breath. “i just wish he could listen to me, it’s so exhausting being belittled every time i speak.” you told miles, who quietly listened to you. “siempre te escucharé.” his voice softened whenever he spoke in spanish to you, it was nearly like a habit. even though he put up a front in public, he was soft spoken when it was only you two.

“thank you miles. you mean everything to me.” you told him, laying your head onto his shoulder as you two sat quietly. “eres mi todo.” he replied, slowly laying his head ontop of yours.

“promise me something?” you asked, keeping your gaze on the city ahead. “anything” he responded. “promise me you won’t keep anything from me?” your voice was quieter, not knowing his response. “i’ll promise you if you promise me.” he said. “i promise.”

EXTENDED ENDING (ngl its just one of the endings i wrote but was too sad to delete because it made sense but also didn’t make sense at the same time so i added it as an extending ending)

when miles awoke from his coma, he was crowded by doctors and nurses. by the time he awoke, his wounds had already scabbed and the swelling had gone down. his mother was overwhelmed with happiness that her sweet boy had finally woken up.

“someone left this for you.” his mother told him, placing your note into his hands. “i have to go treat other people but i promise i won’t be long.” she patted his hands before leaving the room.

miles was heavily instructed to refrain from speaking, due to his esophagus being heavily damaged. his eyes observed the room, seeing the bags of fluid leading to his IV, hearing the beeping of the monitors that kept his vitals displayed and the white bedding of the bed he laid on.

although his body was nearly broken, with a small movement, he opened the note. instantly, he recognized the handwriting. it was written in red ink and was unnamed. while reading the note, his expression had saddened reading the final words. “i broke our promise, and i’m sorry miles.”

after a long, long time of healing, miles was finally released to go home. immediately he wanted to see you. he needed to talk about this. you weren’t the only person conflicted with your thoughts about the whole situation that had happened before he was hospitalized. “miles take it easy man—“ his uncle warned him, as he already began pushing his limits once again. one night when miles was left alone, he decided to pay you a visit.

he knocked on your home door, anxiously waiting. when the door opened, an unfamiliar face had greeted him. “hello, do i know you?” the girl asked, holding a kitten.

“they moved away.”

ENDING NOTE: i did say no happy ending 🌚 umm i’m sorry if this wasn’t how you wanted pt 2 to be but uhh.. 🙂 tehee.. tell me why i only got angst on my page atm.. 💔 imma write smth cute and sweet soon TRUST ME 🌝

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dancing in the rainnn 😞😞

𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 !

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 : a cute lil sleepover with your boyfriend miles :)

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : <3 this was also requested by anon, so enjoy luv ! (sorry for all the angst on my page rn..💔💔) this is very short due to my mind not being able to cook anything longer up. my minds been a bit all over the place😭😭 sorryyy💔 ART CRED : thokzu on tt

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : miles morales (1610) x reader

ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ

🕷️ while being conjoined at the hands, you both danced around in the pouring rain. your laughter filled the small space you danced in. miles was a nice change of pace in your life, ever since you’d gotten with him, things have changed for the better.

“you’re so beautiful” miles wasn’t usually the type to get all sappy without nearly having a nervous breakdown. “what did you do?” you replied, squinting and pointing an accusing finger at him. “nothing nothing, i just wanted you to know” miles laughed, watching you happily. this moment was cut short by his mother yelling. “MILES GONZALO MORALES GET INTO THIS HOUSE OR SO HELP ME!” her screams were louder than the rain. somehow.

when you two both walked into the house, rio had placed multiple towels on the floor so the rain wouldn’t get spread all over the floor. “you two—“ her lecture paused as she stared at the both of you. standing there soaked holding eachothers hands. “—get changed before you get sick.” she said, throwing even more towels at you two. “nowwww!” she added, watching you both still standing there, giggling.

what you two didn’t know, was that she watched the entire time as you two danced out in the rain. she found it heartwarming as her and jeff did the dame thing when they were kids.

miles wrapped a towel around you and rubbed it all around, creating friction to warm you up. “well, there’s no taking you home in this rain, my mom would kill me if either of us got sick.” miles spoke, looking around his room for a change of clothes for you. “uhh, here” he handed you one of his large white shirts, and fluffy pajama pants that his mom had bought a dupe of.

miles loved to draw, it was one of his favorite hobbies. he would often sketch you during class, as you would be nearly falling asleep at the boring lesson. no matter where he was or what he was doing he would always find himself drawing you. he had multiple sketchbooks already full, and every 2 pages there was a sketch of you.

there was something about the rain that was calming, making you tired. the rain definitely wasn’t going to let up soon, so you joined miles in his room as he completed his physics homework. he rubbed his temples in confusion. he had missed a few days of class, meaning he was behind in work. “you know it’s a trick question right miles?” you told him, giggling at his frustration. “no it’s not? it’s—“ he paused mid sentence, rereading the question. “no way…” he whispered, looking back at you. your giggling finally got to him, making him grab a pillow from his bed and toss it at you.

“hey HEY! it’s not my fault you missed class” holding the pillow up in defense. “you think it’s so funny hm??” he asked, picking up another larger pillow and threw it at you. loud laughter eventually filled miles’ room as you both began throwing pillows at each other.

his parents sat in the living room, listening to the laughter. “hope he’s done his physics homework.” his father spoke through an exhale, finishing his water. in honestly, they were all glad miles was happy and had someone to hang around with. (tehee.. get it? hang aroun? alr my bad don’t block me pls💔)

“okay okay fine! i’m sorry” you apologized to miles who was still hitting you with the large soft pillow. “i forgive you.. for now” miles spoke before falling onto his bed, pulling you close. his body heat quickly spread between the both of you.

soon the laughter died down, and the rain continued to patter against the window in his room. with slow blinks and miles caressing your face, you slowly fell asleep.

“i love you.” miles whispered pressing a gentle kiss onto your forehead, watching your chest rise and fall. “you are a lover boy huh? crazyyyy” his father peeked into his cracked open door. “dad! get—“ lowering his voice, “—get out.” embarrassment quickly setting in. as his father left, he closed the door. “he takes after his father.” he mumbled with a laugh.