#🎟️ // atsv

[fabricated-misslieness]

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: miles morales x gn reader

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: miles and his kaomojis are so cute (and he likes stealing your clothes)

ʀᴇ𝐐: no ~ established relationship

ᴍᴀʏʙ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: idk why that miles pic is so funny; hold on, spot, I gotta tell my s/o I love them

☾⋆☆⋆☽

Miles stares down at his phone intensely, mulling over whether he should text you or not. You asked him to be your boyfriend recently, and of course he said yes, but he was still doubting himself. He wanted to see you, though, and his Spider-Man duties had taken him close to your apartment.

can i come over?

He bit his lip as he anticipated your answer.

ofc

yay (´∇ﾉ｀*)ノ

ure so cute

Miles instinctively covered his flustered face, even if it was covered by his mask. Acting oblivious is cool, right?

【・ヘ・?】

the emoticons.

oh

my cute little bf <33

(⺣◡⺣)♡*

Holy shit. How creepy would it be if he arrived under five minutes?

☾⋆☆⋆☽

i had a lot of fun last night ヾ(＾∇＾)

i did too :)

by the way i'm missing a sweater

• • •

Oh no. He was so sure you wouldn't notice.

♪v('∇'*)✌

miles come back here rn

☾⋆☆⋆☽

milesss

milesssss

whatttt (ｷ▼⊿▼)ﾉ?

ure so cutee

and so cool

but i need that sweater back

凸(¬‿¬)

miles you child

☾⋆☆⋆☽

You took your sweater back the next time you saw him. That was fine, though; with how often he wore it, it was starting to lose its "yours" feeling. Still, he couldn't help but complain.

"It's cold."

"Is it?"

"Yes."

Simply, you respond by pulling him into a hug to share your body heat. "How does that feel?"

Normally that would be good enough, more than good, even, but he wanted to rub it in this time. "Good, but... it would be a lot better if I had your sweater."

You click your tongue and he only laughs in response. "I'll let you pick out a hoodie, then, next time."

If he wasn't in your embrace, he would be bouncing in his spot. Instead, he hugs you tighter. "Thank you."

If humans could speak symbols, Miles would've said ♥.

☾⋆☆⋆☽

I love this hoodie sm (●♡∀♡)

more than me?

yes.

miles...

┐_(ツ)_┌━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

( ；｀ヘ´)

( ˘ ³˘)

( ˘ ³˘)

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[ssozo]

I am giving you a gush pass 🫴🎟️

congrats you may now summon me in battle when needed and i will die for you

johnathans biggest thing is he wants to feel vindicated. i use that word instead of validated or justified or even acknowledged because quite frankly, it doesnt feel like he cares if you actually know the details of what happened to him. i mean yes he'll drop his origin story at the drop of a hat but thats more to elicit sympathy than anything else.

ANYWYA atsv spoilers under the cut bc i am gonna talk about some plot stuff that happens

paragraphh thingy to make sure spoilers stay under

what really got me interested in him in the first place was that first scene in the collider with miles and jeff, when he begins running at miles and screaming for him to "look at me! look at me! you did this to me!" when first of all thats not true. he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. that could have been anyone in the collider room- if it had been any other scientist, would he have cared? would he have laughed at their lack of a face, same as his coworkers did him?

hes placing a fault and a blame on spiderman because he needs someone to blame, because he cant just accept that bad things happen to people for no reason. he wants his trauma to mean something, and he wants that something to be big. so he'll make it big.

in a way, hes painfully aware of his own place in the narrative, and doesnt like it. he wants bigger, better things. he wants control again, because ever since he became the spot nothing (in his eyes) has been under control. and yet! when he gets fully upgraded in mumbattan, he has complete and total control over travelling the multiverse, and what does he do with it? lash out at miles. he doesnt care about what he can do now, he only cares about making his spiderman suffer.

and thats where it is. miles is his spiderman. he doesnt view the other spiderpeople as anything other than nuisances, doesnt view the universes he can visit as anything other than tools.

that and hes also funny. he fixes his imaginary hair when he actually meets spiderman for the first time. "hypothesis. im going to put my head in that hole." he stops fighting to watch a chess match. "i used to be quite handsome by scientist standards." saying boop when he presses buttons.

hes just a normal guy who got given weird powers and when everyone started laughing at him for it he decided to become motherfucking hilarious (not comedic)

#ozo mumbles #ship: hit the spot #ascend-to-the-clouds #thanku teresa u are so [thumbs up emoji]

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• ATSV 🕷️🕸️

miles morales (1610)

miles morales (42)

hobie brown

gwen stacy

pavitr prabhakar

margo kess

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-> special bouquets/arrangements 🌟

❄️🎄 a very spidey christmas - ft. 1610!miles, 42!miles, hobie, gwen, pavitr & margo [christmas series]

🎉🎁 birthday bomb bash! - ft maitreyi jokhar & nikita raina (both spidersonas), 1610!miles, 42!miles, hobie, gwen, pavitr & margo [birthday gift]

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🎬 most recent: the swan and her princess — part 2 ft. gwen stacy (feb 24)

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pink tulips are known for meaning affection, caring, good wishes, and strong platonic love. these flowers are great to send to friends and family to convey that you love and care about them.

list of my very lovely mutuals:

@hobiebrownismygod (wifey 🥰😍💕💗) @pinkpinkspidey @l0starl @chessbox @vonillala @itsmiguel2099 @sp1derw1re @s6onder @vhscity @tatumis-a @deritosmi @ashsostrange @maliland @ask-the-prowler @primaviva @adorefavv @qiuweyballs @phoenixinthefiles @kaidan-z @i-like-moths-and-men @urmadiik @hoe-bie @fuck-the-patriarchy-forever @ask-1610-miles @lcnlyday4axel @pingledoofus @fwip-fwipp @theautisticcentre @punkeropercyjackson @ireallylikespiderman

go follow all of them right now bc they are wonderful and talented people ☺️

some aspects of this theme were inspired by @vonillala!! ^^

-> come again soon! 💝

☆ blog started on dec 11th 2023

#intro post

[fabricated-misslieness]

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: earth 42 miles morales x spider gn reader

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: the prowler and the spider had an infamous rivalry—the prowler was always improving, and the spider refused to die.

ᴀɴᴏɴ: Earth42! Miles had a s/o who was bitten by a spider as well (maybe just an AU where 1116 Miles didn’t get bitten by the spider or there was another one) and they are both rivals under the masks but literally love eachother without them bc they don’t know each other’s identity?? And some angsty if they were in battle and he was beating them tf up and literally about to kill them and removes the mask and MORE ANGST AHH.

ʀᴇ𝐐: yes ~ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1.4k ~ alternate universe (within alternate universe) where the reader is bit instead of earth 1610 or earth 42 miles

part 2 (crackfic)

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: swearing, violence, blood, near death experience

ᴍᴀʏʙ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: we had so little of earth 42 miles so personally i dont like him yet but the request is good

☾⋆☆⋆☽

You had to hand it to him, he was good. He brought a new little gadget each time to take advantage of one of your weaknesses, which thankfully allowed you to discover them yourself and patch them up; but that didn't take away from the fact that he was inventing these little things so quick, or that he was noticing your mistakes.

The Prowler delights himself in your shocked little eye goggles when you punch him with your powers and it doesn't affect him, "D'ya like that? Can't use your little electricity powers on me anymore."

"Personally, I call it Venom, but I suppose," You pull back, regaining your bearings, cracking your knuckles, "it's too much to ask for a little respect."

"Getting tired?" Prowler closes the distance between you easily with his physics defying boots.

"Not at all." You press yourself onto the wall behind you, climbing on with your hands and feet to prepare for an attack. "Just caught me at the end of my shift, 's all."

"Exactly."

You ignore the little comment and aim up to shoot a web towards the ceiling, but then... click. Fuck, you were out of web fluid. He really was paying close attention to you.

You push yourself off the wall instead, diving towards him to topple him over. He dodges with his boots, leaving you to stumble onto the ground. He brings an empowered punch down while you're off your feet, but you roll over to the side, onto your back to dodge.

The ground beside you shatters as his punch lands, incredibly loud. Your ears ring as you hop back onto your feet.

"What's next? Lasers? Cat machine guns?"

"Cat machine guns?" The Prowler laughs, standing straight again. "What are you, nine?"

"Are you not nine? I thought we were the same age." You punch, but he blocks it with his sturdy gauntlets. You hop back before he can counter.

"Oh, you definitely did not." He lunges forward, aiming a punch to your head, but you dodge under and sweep his feet. He falls harshly onto his back, leaving him stunned for a second. You try to take advantage of it, but as you pull back your arm for a punch, your spider-sense warns you of something from behind.

You dodge to the side. As you regain your ground, your feet slip and you fall against the wall. For a moment, as the both of you focus up, you look around the room. What triggered your spider-sense? There was nothing or no one here, no one except for the Prowler.

Speaking of, he stands, clutching his head with one hand; and he's laughing.

"That was one of your tricks, wasn't it?"

Your powers allow you to regain your composure much faster and you take the opportunity to punch him.

The Prowler falters, taking a few steps back but keeping himself on his feet, "You punch like a baby."

"I don't want to kill you." You reason.

"Kill me?" He laughs, "With what, kindness?"

As he stabilizes himself, something else triggers your Spider-sense, and you dodge at nothing again. Another comes from behind and you stumble forward, right into his range. The Prowler punches, and it connects.

"What's up with that, anyway?" The punch knocks you back against the wall and you climb up desperately out of his reach. "You never kill. I always come back."

"It's my one rule."

"No one's asking you to keep it."

Another thing triggers your Spider-sense, then another, different directions, you can't keep up with them at the same time. Trapped in a corner, you let out a burst of Venom to try to decimate them before they can even reach you.

"What a pathetic little Spider."

The Prowler swings up, allowing his gauntlet to burst out with its usual mechanical power... and your Venom. The shock brings you to the ground, where you writhe in its cold tile with a searing pain and aftershocks of electricity. You're pretty sure you broke something–or pulled something, you really can't tell.

"Reusing my Venom?" You snicker with the last energy you have, "Running out of ideas, Prowler?"

"A blabbermouth 'till the end." You can hear the humor in his voice as he brings a punch down.

Crack!

His hands stays there, atop your head, his other one pins your shoulder to the ground. So this was it.

"I don't suppose," You wheeze out, "my rule applies to you?"

He ignores that comment, staring down at you. The mask tore in the area of one of your eyes.

His mask was always ruthless. It resembled a gas mask, preparing for the worse, but it also projected an image: his narrowed, emotionless eyes. To top it all off, he almost seemed to have the horns of a devil.

"You have nice eyes."

He was about to kill you and he was cracking jokes... he was about to kill you, and you never got to say goodbye to Miles.

"I wonder what you look like." He grabs a hold of your mask harshly with his gauntlet, "Did you ever wonder what I looked like?" and he pulls.

Now, without the mask in the way, you spit blood onto the tiled ground.

Suddenly, he seizes up, like he's frozen in place.

"Don't you think you're dragging this out?"

The Prowler lets go. He falls to his knees beside you, beginning to sob. He gathers you in his arms like you're glass, like he wasn't so hellbent on stopping your heartbeat just a few seconds ago.

Powerless, you simply rest in his arms. "This is a change, isn't it?"

"God, where do you find the strength?" He questions, chuckling a dry laugh. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

"A lot of coffee, let's say."

"Shut up."

The mask on his face disassembles itself, and–oh.

"Miles?"

"I'm so fucking sorry." He buries his head into the crook of your weak neck. His sobs make you feel the need to protect him, to kiss the tears that stain his face away, but you can barely move.

You can still, however, heave a sigh of relief. "Look, I'm not dead yet." Though your mouth was lathered in disgusting coppery blood. "Surely my little genius can carry me to safety?"

"Yes." He stands, shell shocked, with you in your arms. You felt so light, so weak, and it was all because of him. "I'm–"

You bring a weak hand to cup his jaw, the highest you could bring it. You can feel the wet tears gathered there. "You can be sorry later."

☾⋆☆⋆☽

You examine yourself in the mirror of the Morales apartment–thank that little spider that you've got healing powers–when you hear the front door open, meaning Miles is back with some first aid shit. "Miles, how am I supposed to explain this to my aunt?!" You call.

Miles stumbles towards the bathroom, the rustle of the plastic bag accompanying his footsteps.

He didn't know how you were so quick to forgive all the injuries he'd given you, all the harm he'd caused. He didn't know how you weren't screaming at him, how you didn't want to kill him. He had done you wrong so many times and you weren't even angry.

But when he stops in the bathroom doorway and you turn to him, he sees the look in your eyes. It's the same as always, full of love for him, appreciation for him; like everything good in the world was embodied in him.

New scars were forming on your face, the same that littered his body, the telltale scars of being struck by lightning. "I guess we match now."

He stares down at the rolled up sleeves of his hoodie. He'd never shown them to you, the very scars you caused him unknowingly. They were like lightning up his arms and his legs and his torso, only missing on his face. He was a dangerous storm, and you had dared to love him.

"I love you." He drops the bag and brings you in his arms again.

Your knees give in, for you were still weak, but he had you. He was there to support you, to keep you up. "I love you too."

"I'm sorry." He says again.

"I know." You reply simply. "...you are what keeps me going, by the way. You're the reason I find strength even in the worst of times."

"Te amo, te amo, te amo..." Miles whispers over and over again. (I love you.)

He didn't need to question why you weren't angry with him, so long as you loved him.

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[fabricated-misslieness]

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: earth 42 miles morales x spider gn reader

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: nokia vs. super-powered teen, who wins?

ʀᴇ𝐐: no ~ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 798 ~ part 1

"So... What did you mean "I don't want to kill you"?"

You look up at Miles from your position on his chest, then back down. How do you explain this? A spider bit you, and now you have powers. That sounded silly, didn't it? But there was no better explanation.

"Well, first off, a spider gave me these superpowers. You know, sticking to walls and stuff."

"A spider gave them to you." Miles laughs, and it definitely sounds like he doesn't believe you, "Did you swallow it in your sleep?"

"No, no," You groan, "it bit me."

"That simple? Hell," Amusement is written all over his face, and it's kind of annoying because you're being serious, "Imma have to do that myself."

"Look," You begin seriously, looking to catch his attention, "it wasn't a normal spider. I don't know what it was that made it so special but don't get yourself bitten by a venomous spider, now, I don't need you in a hospital."

"Okay, fine, but I thought the spider stuff was just part of your suit. Like you were some kind of spider-fiend." He waves his fingers to mimic spider legs.

"I'm not that good." You shrug, "You're the genius one. I designed the suit and the web-shooters, but even that was hard. Can't imagine doing it all over again." You shake the hideous thought off, "Point is, I got super-strength from it."

"How super?" Miles questions.

You sit up on the couch–much to his dismay–and say, "Do you have anything I can break?"

"Was there anything he didn't value?" was more the question. Miles thinks about it... well, the materials for his Prowler suit were very precious, and he already knew you could break those, so that was off the list. Kitchen appliances...no, his mom would kill him.

But then, there was something: his mom's old Nokia. She always said she still needed it. Just in case her smartphone broke, she had a back up. Then again, she was careful with her phone, with everything, so that was highly unlikely.

When Miles returns with the old phone, he hands it to you with doubt, "I don't know if you'll be able to break this. It's a Nokia, after all–"

Crushing it in your fist was too easy. Now, splitting it in half? That's a more garish display. It was sure to make your boyfriend speechless.

You take each end of the Nokia and bring them apart before he can even finish his sentence.

For a moment he stares, shocked, even as you place the poor phone on the coffee table and sit back to admire his expression. Honestly, it's priceless. A gaping mouth accompanied by two wide eyes that are glued to the sight of the Nokia.

"Awesome, right? Honestly, I think I could do worse things, but I've never tried–"

"Holy shit." Miles finally says. He picks both pieces of the phone in his hands to examine them.

...and just then, "Miles, I'm home!"

Miles tosses the phone back onto the table, making a loud clack! noise, whilst you push a hospital mask onto your face.

When Rio turns the corner, she gasps, "Miles... ¿qué le hiciste a mi telefono?" (what did you do to my phone?)

"I–nada, mami." (nothing, mom.)

"Ey, ¿como que nada?" She chastises, clicking her tongue, "¿Te volviste mentiroso o que?" (what do you mean, nothing? Did you turn into a liar or what?)

"Mami, ¡te lo juro! Tu sabes que nadie puede romper una Nokia tan..." This was not the right time to forget an expression, but Miles didn't know what to say. "clean como asi." (Mom, I swear! You know nobody can break a Nokia as... clean as this!)

"Y ahora vienes con tu espanglish." Rio sighs, placing a hand on her hip. "Young man, you are in trouble." (And now comes the Spanglish.)

"Mami–" (Mom–)

"(y/n)!" She finally notices you. You straighten up on the couch and hide your nervousness with a cough. "Oh, sweetheart, what happened to you?"

"Hey, Mrs. Morales, I got–I mean, I'm... sick." You muster up the loudest, longest, and most horrendous cough you have with all your being.

Rio almost seems to recoil at the sound. Regardless, she stands up straight, "I think we need to get you some medicine."

"It's fine!" You stop her before she can, waving your hands frantically. You really did not want to take a random pill or something. "Really, Mrs. Morales. I already had some."

"Then I can make you some soup. That is, if you're staying for dinner, of course." She shakes her head at herself, so inconsiderate.

You glance at Miles and he just shrugs, "Okay, sure."

When she goes to the kitchen to start up a broth, you turn back to your boyfriend. He seems relieved, because his mom was too distracted caring for you to properly find a proper punishment for him just yet, but he tenses up at the sight of your panic.

"Now I have to hide this from your mom too??"

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[fabricated-misslieness]

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: earth 42 & earth 1610 miles morales x gn reader (platonic)

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: spider miles (millas) has an idea and he ropes you and prowler miles (miles) into it.

ʀᴇ𝐐: yes ~ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 798 ~ the tiktok

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: swearing

ᴍᴀʏʙ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: this is set in earth 42. also, i'm going to assume spider miles doesn't have tiktok, but another version with different audios and trends, based off the fact his coca cola is "koca soda"

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"Guys!" Spider Miles bursts into the living room with great energy, waving his phone around.

"Ugh, what?" Prowler Miles groans in response.

"What do you mean "ugh"??" Spider Miles imitates the groan, annoyingly flicking one of his counterpart's braids.

"I meant, "ugh, you're so annoying", Millas." Prowler Miles responds without hesitation, making Spider Miles pout.

"Look, I just have something to show you." He hands you his phone and you unpause the TikTok on it to see.

Prowler Miles leans over your shoulder to look, but not before teasing his counterpart. "Didn't deny the "Millas" nickname?"

"You guys call me "Millas" so much, it's–"

"Practically your name?" You pipe up.

"Tsk," Millas clicks his tongue, "just shut up and watch the tiktok."

...

"You want to try that?" Miles asks.

"Why not?" Millas replies, blissfully unaware.. or maybe he was aware, and he was just trying to fool you so he could get a laugh out of it. Either way, he wanted to do this, and he certainly wouldn't back down.

You and Miles let out a simultaneous sigh. "Fine." Miles says.

In surprise, Millas let's out a "That easy?"

And Miles won't let that slide. "Would you rather we not play this fuckin' game or what?"

"Wow, my bad," Millas backs off, raising his hands in the air as surrender. "sorry."

And it's really damn funny, but you had to take pity on the guy. "Do you want me to spell it out for you, Millas?"

"Spell what?" Okay, so he really was clueless.

As you're about to tell him, Miles speaks first. "Let him cook."

Millas can only respond with confusion.

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"He's not on that side of TikTok?"

"If he's seeing these bottle fan thing videos, I don't think so."

Millas finishes taping the bottle to the fan, which you don't notice, and turns to you. "What did you say?"

"Nothing." You stand, bringing Miles up with you. Millas hands the both of you a sleeping mask, and you cringe. Both masks were pink, covered in fake fluffy hair; the front was decorated with two closed eyes with luscious, full eyelashes. "Did you buy these just because of the video?"

"No..?" He tilts his head in confusion, "Do you guys not own sleep masks?"

"You own three?"

He shakes his head, like he's disappointed, "Forget it." He places the mask atop his forehead and reaches for the remote, but Miles has something to say first.

"Wait, why do you get the cool mask?" His eyes are narrowed, accusing.

In contrast to your pretty pink masks, Millas had an animal one. It depicted a sleeping panda, though the panda's nose was over the section above the wearer's nose. Anatomical inconsistencies aside, Miles totally thought it was much better than his.

"Cause I came up with the idea." Millas simply retorts. He doesn't leave any room for arguing as he places the mask over his eyes and turns on the fan.

Though he didn't make sure that you two had put on your masks yet, you follow through obediently, maybe just because it makes Millas happy.

It's a slow speed, but you're blinded and have the coffee table, couch, and various messy knickknacks on the floor to maneuver. Also, the TV is behind you and Rio would definitely kill you if it fell.

"OW!" You hear Miles, followed by a smack. "We don't fucking own Lego, what the hell!" Seems he stepped on a Lego brick.

While you're busy laughing, you forget about the bottle. "Fuck!"

Millas laughs at the both of you, and the same fate as yours doesn't befall him. He dodges, and you wouldn't be able to tell if he wasn't so boastful. "How'd you guys get hit?"

"Millas–"

"Let him cook." Why did Miles insist on letting him figure it out himself? Smack! "Ow, pinga!"

Smack! "Motherfucker."

Miles dodges again, and you can tell because you don't hear a smack.

The bottle spins and spins around in a predictable circle, but you don't know where you are in the circle, so and again and again you are hit and hit. Your cheek starts hurting, so you turn so that the other cheek feels the same abuse. Each cycle, there are only two smacks, several curses, and Millas's bragging.

"You guys just suck at this."

Okay, Miles had enough of Millas's stupidity. "You have–" He begins, but the smack that follows tears a yelp from his mouth, " 'cha madre!"

Trying to not get hit by the bottle, you back up and accidentally trip over the table leg, falling backwards and into Millas. He catches you by the shoulders, but before he can toss you away, he finally gets smacked.

"OUCH!" He yells, which prompts laughter from Miles.

The two of you laugh together, like hyenas, even if it is interrupted by the bottle smacking on Miles's head. Speaking of, Millas had pushed you away, and though you didn't know where you were now, you just knew you weren't at the mercy of a bottle taped to a fan.

Miles dodges the bottle coming at him, though he still clutches his cheek. "See? It's only 'cuz you got on me, you little shit, that I got hit!"

"Miles," You say with finality, "you have spider-sense, you idiot."

"Oh."

One final smack resounds as the bottle hits Miles's face before Millas turns the fan off, prompting all of you to take your masks off. "Well, it's not fun anymore."

"It never was." Miles plops himself onto the couch, rubbing at his burning cheeks.

"It was kinda funny." You admit, hopping onto the spot next to him.

"Yeah, you gotta admit it was funny, Miles." Millas snickers, so Miles throws his mask at him. Used to his counterpart's unnecessary aggressiveness, Millas simply collects the masks and piles them onto the table.

"Okay," Miles rolls his eyes, "it was a little bit funny."

Millas smiles at his victory, sitting down next to you ceremoniously. "See? You don't always have to be a–"

"But only when you guys got hit." Miles cuts him off.

Millas reaches behind you to smack Miles on the back of the head. "Grumpy ass."

"You little–"

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[fabricated-misslieness]

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: miguel o'hara x gn reader

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: earth 928's spider-man was long gone, and with him, his canon events; meaning, so were you, and miguel never got to meet "you".

ʀᴇ𝐐: no ~ part 1

ᴍᴀʏʙ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: miguel is probably ooc idk

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He looked much better now, happier, if a little appalled by Miguel's explainy thing. You give him a smile and wave as you pass, and he smiles too.

Before any greetings, Miguel asks, "Did he know you?"

The answer was simple. "Of course."

He sighs, covering the distance between you and staring; just staring at you. He sighs again, like he's pouty.

"What is it?" You question with a light chuckle.

He places a gentle hand on your cheek. It's hesitant, empty, not fully on your skin. You bring a hand to press it down, to feel the warmth of his palm and the tiny prick of his claws resting above your skin.

"I would've liked to have one of you in my life."

You smile, "It's beyond you, isn't it?" He quirks a brow, his face displaying a confusion mixed with curiosity, so you continue. "Peter Parker is long gone. Maybe I did exist here, maybe I was his."

Miguel purses his lips at the thought, "Don't make me think about that."

"Then we'll just say we were best friends," You laugh, "what matters is that I'm here, with you, now."

"Yes." Miguel agrees, bringing his other hand up to rest on your other cheek, awfully delicate.

He didn't want to lose you. He always treated you like glass because he knew bad things always happened to you everywhere else. He didn't care that this time, you were meant to survive; that this time, you weren't going to die. He didn't always think about it, but it was ever-present in the back of his mind.

He shakes the thought off the forefront of his head, "Still, it would've probably been nice. Then, I would've–"

"We have all the time in the world now, don't we?"

A kiss; a long, drawled kiss that leaves him breathless. He was in need of it, mainly for distraction, also for his love for you.

"I suppose."

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[fabricated-misslieness]

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: spider-man (ambiguous) x gn reader

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: spider-man almost always knew you in his life; but you and him never had your happy ending.

ʀᴇ𝐐: no ~ part 2

ᴍᴀʏʙ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: (optional) part 2 dropping at 11 am

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Being Spider-Man's dead lover was hard; so was being his missing best friend or anything beyond and in-between. Especially when you lost him too.

Sometimes he's your boyfriend, other times brother, other times best friend, mentor, or just another frequent face in New York; or Tokyo, London, Mumbattan...

Peter Parker didn't always tear up at the sight of you, sometimes it was someone else. Jarren, Ayla, Ben, Kayde, Nimaura, Gwen, Angelica, May?

There was a new Spider each day, a new person who knew you.

You never knew them, never personally, but you still cared.

This one was young. You wonder what it was that took you from him, how scarring it must've been to someone like him, someone so young. What had he seen? How did he cope? What kept him going?

He pulled you into a hug, then apologized, because this was reality; and the you he knows was still far gone.

You only offer a smile before you smooth his brown hair away from his face, wet with dripping tears. You wipe those away from his skin, off onto your suit, then bring your hand back up. "I'm not... them, but I'm here."

He smiles, because you care, and he hugs you again.

You didn't know him. As far as you know, he's just another man in the sea of people who seem to know you; but you still cared. He was another grieving Spider. You didn't want him to cry—not like you had once, not like you knew he had once.

This Spider had loved you once before, and you had loved him too. That was enough.

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