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WASH DAY !!
Summary: Miles hasn’t had time to care for himself lately, so you take the time to do that for him.
Pairing: Miles Morales x Fem!Black!Reader (Best Friends to lovers trope)
Notes: I did age up Miles slightly in this fic, he’s 17. Please be prepared for a lousy description of facial and hair care, I’m not a professional and I only know what works for me. ALSO, there’s a picture at the very end and it’s not a faceless pic bc I couldn’t find one😔
Warnings: Non-sexual nudity, breaking and entering, Miles was very crusty for a lot of this fic, slander of Jehovah’s Witnesses, profanity of course, clueless Miles, mentions of death, a few nsfw lines… let me know if I forgot anything
You had just finished detangling your hair and were three seconds away from stepping into the shower when you heard a knock at the front door. You debated answering but ultimately decided against it when you realized it was probably the Jehovah’s Witnesses for the third time today.
Stepping into the shower, you hear a thud against the floor in the other room and all you can do is pause and hope you'll be okay. A few seconds later, the bathroom door opened and all you could do was scream and grab the shower curtain for cover.
"Oh Lord!" You scream as your legs give out and force you to sit on the shower floor. "Lord, help me! I'm being attacked!”
“It's just me, Y/n/n!" Miles shouted while frantically waving his hands. “To think you’d recognize your best friend when you see him.”
You stop thrashing and peak your head out from behind the shower curtain, staring up at Miles. “Hi there!”
"Hey," He says, stooping to your level on the other side of the tub. “That was an interesting show you just put on.”
"I was going through something.” You replied, clearing your throat, “When exactly did you get back to this dimension? You smell like booty juice.”
Miles stands up and shyly scratches the back of his neck. "Yeah, about that," he starts. "I just got back and I haven't had time to shower or anything."
“Seriously? You left a week ago!" You cried out while standing up but keeping your body hidden behind the curtain. "Why didn't you go back home and take a shower?"
“Forgot my key at my friend Hobie's.”
“Of course.” Grabbing your shampoo, you sighed and started to shampoo your hair. “I’ll tell you what…”
Miles nods, waiting for you to continue.
"I'll wash your hair after I wash mine. That sound good?”
Miles hums in approval.
“Good! Go shower in my sister’s bathroom.”
"I can't just come in there with you?" He asks.
“Miles, be for real.”
"Okay, okay!" He chuckles and raises his arms in surrender. “Do I still have clothes here?"
“Of course! With how often you’re here, it’d be weird if you didn’t.”
Miles hums. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
“I’ll leave your clothes outside of the door when I’m done. If you finish before me, just sit tight. It won’t kill you.”
He smiles and gives you a sincere thank you before leaving to take a shower of his own. You unexpectedly finished before him, so you made the decision to leave clean clothes outside the bathroom door for when he’s done.
You did your after-wash routine and wrapped your hair while you waited.
About 20 minutes later, he came back from the restroom wearing the clean clothes you had left for him and threw himself onto your bedroom floor.
“You ran all my momma hot water, Miles?” You asked him.
“Nah, I left some.”
You chuckled and got up, walking towards your room door. “Okay, come on.”
“Where are we going?” He asked, following closely behind you.
“To wash your hair.” You said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
He raised an eyebrow. "How does that make sense when I just got out of the shower?"
Rolling your eyes, you grab a seat from the kitchen table. "You know how to stick your head in the sink."
"My neck gets hurt that way." Miles pouts and takes the chair from you, setting it in front of the sink.
“Everyone has that problem.” You respond, gently pushing him into the chair as you experiment with the water temperature then rush to the bathroom to get the shampoo, conditioner, and treatment.
When you come back, Miles is staring blankly at you.
"Why are you staring at me like that?"
"I don't want my hair to be washed in the sink."
“It's either this or you wash your own hair.” You tell him. He shakes his head. “You sure? If you want your hair to be crusty, it’s up to you.”
Miles shakes his head again and takes his shirt off before leaning back in the seat and closing his eyes, wordlessly agreeing to get his hair washed in the sink.
“Alright!” You smile, starting to wash his hair.
Your arms eventually became worn out, and you briefly complained about it before choosing to sit on him.
He awkwardly cleared his throat. "What are you doing?"
"This lessens the stress on my arms."
“Oh.” He nods. "Yes, right. Okay, great. Cool.”
He suddenly started to draw shapes in your thighs with his eyes closed. You did your best to stay calm.
"How was your week?" He asked, his words starting to slur from fatigue.
“So good.”
“Yeah?” He challenged. "Tell me more about it."
Miles had stopped running his hands along your legs, but you were too busy telling him about your week-long college tour at UCF to notice.
You saw he had fallen asleep and was somewhat drooling when you reached up to rinse his hair. Before the moment was over, you immediately dried your hands and took a picture of him. After that, you washed his hair once more, rinsed it, and then used your preferred conditioner.
As soon as you were done, you cleaned your hands and tried to wake up Miles.
"Pssst,” You whispered, "I'm finished.”
"Five more minutes.” He said with his eyes still closed, gently pushing your face away.
“No, Miles.” You responded, "Come on.”
After hearing him snore in response, you reached for the sink faucet and extended it in his direction.
His eyes shot open before you could turn on the water, and he grabbed your wrist. “Alright! I’m up, I’m up.”
You pat his face and rise, placing the faucet in its proper place. “Good! Now stand up.”
“Where are we going?”
You place an oversized cotton towel on his head, grabbing his hand and pulling him behind you. “To the sofa so I can do your hair.”
“Do what to it exactly?” Miles asks, following behind you with your hand still in his.
You shrug as you sit on the sofa and set a pillow on the floor for Miles to sit on. “No idea. You have something in mind?”
Miles squishes into a comfy position between your legs. "Actually, yeah."
And after 45 minutes of Miles being tender-headed from his first set of braids, you finished.
"Calm down, you ass." You scolded. "We're finished. Go look at it.”
Miles went to look at his hair in the bathroom before excitedly running back to you and lifting you up.
"I love it!" He shouted, spinning y’all around. “How did you learn to braid like this? Thank you!”
When he became too dizzy and lost his balance, you squealed while wrapping your legs around his waist. Your back almost hit the floor, but Miles saved you by flipping over last minute.
"My bad…" He said apologetically.
After a few hours, your family came home and found you and miles sleeping on the couch. They asked you both to get up and move so that you wouldn't take up space.
You took this moment to your parents if he could stay the night and they pointed at the air mattress that you’d have to inflate for him.
About time the air mattress was inflated and the both of you laid down in your respective beds, neither of you were tired anymore.
“Miles.” You whispered.
“Y/n?” He replied.
"Wanna do a thing?” You asked, wiggling your eyebrows.
He sat up. “What thing?”
“Let me give you a facial.” You spoke, rolling over to face his bed.
Miles raised an eyebrow. "Doesn't the boy give the girl-"
You threw a pillow at him. "Nigga, not that kind of facial!"
He caught the pillow and threw it back, hitting your shiny ass forehead with it. “Then what are you talking about?”
You got up and walked toward him, reaching your hands out for his. “Cmonnnn, just trust me.”
Miles sighed and rolled his eyes, taking your hand. “Fine.”
He is then dragged into the bathroom where you force him to wash his face while you get all the supplies. Once he has finished cleaning his face, you lead him back into your room and give him a durag.
Miles sits on your bed, puts on the durag, and sends a worried glance your way.
“Don’t worry, I got this!” You reassure him, sensing his apprehension. “Now lay down.”
“Okay, okay.”
You straddle Miles when he lies down on your bed, pausing for a second before you do anything else.
“I would just like to let you know that i am not a professional and I have absolutely no clue what I’m doing.”
Miles smiles up at you. “It’s fine.”
You return his smile before picking up an under-eye mask for eye bags.
“What’s that?” He asks.
“An eye mask.” You reply.
“Where does it go?” He asks dumbly.
“Right under your eyes.” You chuckle. “Close them.”
As instructed, Miles closes his eyes. You place the eye mask under his eyes and then take the jade roller and massage the eye masks against his face.
After some time had passed, you threw the eye mask in the garbage next to your bed.
“Okay, you can open your eyes.”
Miles started to sit up. “We’re done? Already?”
“No, Miles.”
He laid back down.
“You can keep your eyes open for this one.” You told him, grabbing the lip scrub.
“What’s that one?”
“Lip scrub.” You tell him.
You take a scrub brush and generously cover it with lip scrub before placing it on Miles' lips and gently massaging it in. He stared up at the concentrated expression on your face.
About thirty seconds later, you went to get a damp towel to remove the lip scrub, but Miles beat you to it.
“This tastes good.”
“Miles no! Don’t eat it, the packaging says you could die!”
Miles gasps and shoots up, snatching the lip scrub container and knocking you to the floor in the process.
“Show me where it says that!”
“It doesn’t, I was just kidding.” You huff. “But now I should kill you myself for almost killing me.”
He shrugs. “It’s not my fault you told me I was going to have a premature teenage death.”
You roll your eyes and grab the warm rag, climbing back onto your bed. “Anyways, you can lay your head in my lap and I’ll finish this.”
Miles quickly lays down on your lap and looks up at you.
His lips are effectively damp after you wipe away the last of the lip scrub for you to be able to apply the desired lip serum. You apply a small amount, then rub it in. With a lovesick smile on his face, Miles looks up at you.
You raise an eyebrow.
“You’re so pretty.”
“I’m sorry, what?”
“What?!” He counters. “I-I don’t know.”
You sigh and shake your head, applying a lip mask, then a jelly face mask, then facial serum, and lastly moisturizer on his skin.
By that point, Miles' eyes were closed, and you were unsure of whether he was asleep or not.
“Miles?” You speak softly.
“Yeah?”
“I’m all done, love.”
“Can we do another one?”
“No, sir. We cannot.”
“But I feel so relaxed.”
“We can go to sleep if you want?”
“No, let’s watch a movie.”
“Yes! I’ll go grab snacks.”
Ignoring the puzzled stares from your family, you run to the pantry to grab some snacks before returning to Miles, who had already decided on the movie.
“What did you pick?” You ask, setting the snacks down carefully onto the bed.
“Howl’s Moving Castle.” He replies, pulling out his phone and sitting at the foot of the bed. “Say cheese!”
While chuckling a little at Miles, you smile towards the camera while holding the straw's tip in your mouth.
“What are you laughing at, huh?”
“You’re adorable, Miles.”
“Thanks, I try.”
As the movie begins, you roll your eyes and set the drink down.
About halfway through the movie, Miles moves closer to you and lies in your lap, staring up at you.
You frown down at him. “You okay, Miles?”
“Yeah.” He replies, smiling a little before starting to watch the movie again.
About five minutes later, he breaks his silence by bringing up the facial you gave him earlier.
“You know, you should really try some of the lip scrub.”
“I will not eat the lip scrub that I paid money for.” You tell him, “So unless you have another way, then I won’t-“
Miles reaches out and pulls your face to his in the classic Spider-Man kiss, holding you there as long as you let him.
Six seconds later, you pull away from Miles and give him a confused look.
“I’m totally not complaining, but what was that for?”
Miles closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before looking back up at you. “I like you a lot, Y/n…”
“So your mom wasn’t trying to trick me?”
“SHE TOLD YOU I LIKE YOU?!”
“Yeah?”
“Ignore her from now on.”
“I did, that’s why we’re having this moment so late.”
“Does that mean you like me too?”
“Mhm.”
Miles smiles awkwardly. “Cool.”
You give him a pat on the cheek and resume watching the film.
He breaks the silence again a little while later.
“…That lip scrub tasted good, didn’t it?”
You giggle and peck his lips again. Before the movie was over, you both had fallen asleep.
BONUS:
The following morning when you woke up before Miles, you checked your Instagram and found a surprise waiting for you.
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POWER TRIP !!
Summary: When Miles is forced on a vacation with his mother and a bunch of people from his mom’s past, he expects to be miserable the entire time. But little does he know, you’re lots of fun to be around…
Pairing: Earth 42 Miles x Fem!Black!Reader (Both are 17)
Notes: My friend did not have time to translate for me so I had to take matters into my own hands and use SpanishDict and DeepL. If the translations are shit, please correct me in the comments. I’d really appreciate it. Also, If I mentioned anything about Miles’ hair being in a low ponytail or a bun, I meant what I said. He reminds me of Latrelle from on my block so his hair is very versatile in my mind💀 With that being said, I hope you all enjoy!
Warning(s): Implied Grumpy x Sunshine trope, profanity of course, Rio is definitely an instigator (she means well), Miles is annoyed for majority of the story, rushed relationship, Y/n’s dad is annoying, teenagers in love (you wish that was you huh?) Let me know if I forgot anything!!
When Miles’ mother bursts into his room, speaking in frantic Spanglish about how Miles needs to pack a bag, he has to stop and look at the expression on her face to realize nothing is wrong and he doesn’t need to kill anyone tonight.
His mother tells him that a few of her closest friends from high school had found her Facebook and wanted to meet up, and he couldn’t stay home alone after that stunt he pulled last week when she had to work extra hours at the hospital. And not only did he have to go, but he had to bring his younger cousin Dillon as well so his uncle Aaron could “handle some business.”
Miles just sighed, knowing he couldn’t argue with his mother and began to pack his bags. Three days later, him, Dillon, and his mother had landed in Orlando and were standing in the lobby of an overly colorful hotel. As his mother was checking in, Miles realized he’d rather be anywhere else.
After receiving their right room numbers, the three of them walked to their rooms to settle in before returning to the lobby, where all hell broke loose.
His mother had made the decision to scream and approach two other women who were also screaming. Miles could only shake his head and wish to go home. He thought about escape routes, ride arrangements, and even the possibility of staying at Uncle Aaron's house.
However, his inner thoughts were interrupted as his face was forced into someone's chest.
“Lil’ man!” A random chubby man yelled, his hand tangled into Miles curly ponytail. “You was this big last time I seen you! You done grew some! How old you is?”
“I’m seventeen.” Miles said, his voice muffled by the guy’s chest.
“Seventeen! Damn, how time flies by. You remember me?”
“Nah.” Miles said curtly.
“Miles.” His mother started, raising an eyebrow.
“I don’t, ma. ¿Querías que mintiera?”
“Watch the attitude, Miles.” She said, thumping him on the forehead before embracing the strange man and the two screaming women. “These are my friends from high school. Michael, Linda, and Nicole.”
“Nice to meet you.” Dillon and Miles said in unison.
Linda grabbed Michael’s hand before gesturing to the children behind her. “These are our kids; Y/n and Jacob.”
Nicole then joined in. “And these are my sons, Jonny and Tito.”
Miles looks to each kid as they’re being introduced, but he lets his eyes linger on Y/n a little longer until Tito spoke.
“En realidad, mi nombre es Salvador. No Tito. I don’t know why they still call me that.”
Miles chuckles. “I feel you.”
“So how old are you all now?” Miles’ mother asks, squeezing her friends’ children into a hug.
The kids all name their age, and Rio gets excited immediately.
“Y/n and Miles you’re the same age! And Jacob you’re the same age as Dillon! You can all be such great friends. ¡Qué amoroso!”
The adults talk about their kids closeness in age for a second before Rio opens her mouth again.
“Papá, sé amable y ayúdala con sus maletas.”
“No necesita mi ayuda, mami.”
“Miles.”
“Vale, vale…”
“Y/n!” Rio yelled excitedly, gaining your attention. “Miles will help you with your bags.”
You waved your hands and shook your head frantically. “Oh, Mrs. Morales it’s okay! My dad can-“
“Oh don’t worry about him, I insist! Go, Miles.”
Miles sighs as silently as he can and then grabs all four of Y/n’s bags effortlessly, looking at her to lead the way to her room.
“Come back quickly!” Michael yelled, fixing his voice to make it sound deeper than it already was. “Put the bags down and that’s all.”
“Okay, dad. Chill.”
Y/n and Miles walk in silence, never speaking a word to each other although Y/n's stare spoke volumes.
They return to the lobby mostly silently after setting the bags down, with Y/n opening and closing her mouth a few times but never really managing to say anything but “do you like bread?” Which earned her a side eye from Miles.
When they got back, Jonny told them what the adults had decided.
“We’re going to Disney springs.”
Together with a few other hotel guests, the ten of them boarded the Disney shuttle bus and left.
When they got there, the adults made the decision to play a game of rock, paper, scissors to determine where they would all have dinner tonight. Nicole won and decided to let the kids choose.
Michael made an attempt to bribe them into choosing the T-Rex Café, but they all side eyed him and chose Planet Hollywood.
When they arrived, a makeshift red carpet led up to the entryway. Somewhere in the middle, one of the employees offered to take a group photo of them.
Miles took three pictures, two of them courtesy of his mother who insisted they were pictures he should be taking.
One as a group, one with his mother, himself, and Dillon, and one with Y/n.
Both were a little awkward. The former had Rio kissing Miles on the face and pinching Dillon's cheek in public, while the latter… was an interesting thing to talk about.
After taking a picture with his mother and cousin, Miles was about to walk away when Mom stopped him and said
“Y/n! Would you like to take a picture with Miles?”
Miles was so shocked that he couldn’t speak, and Y/n would have dropped her phone had it not been for Jacob's fast reflexes.
“O-oh, no Mrs. Morales, he doesn’t even want to take a picture and I myself am so of tired of pictures, you know, with the flash and everything.”
“Girl don’t play with me.” Linda spoke, inserting herself into their conversation. “You’re a model. You do this for a living. Just take a quick picture with Miles and we can go.”
“Baby she don’t need to take a picture with no boys.” Michael whined, turning his wife to face him.
“You know he’s a good kid, Mike. He’s Rio’s son.”
Y/n's parents continued to argue as she nervously walked over to Miles on the carpet while Rio and the photographer instructed them to smile.
Although Miles didn't smile, he calmly wrapped his arm around Y/n, who jumped at the touch and stared up at him in shock.
“Smile for me, ángel.” Miles spoke lowly enough for only Y/n to hear, meeting her eyes and smirking.
After taking the photo, the photographer gave it to Rio and instructed them to enter the restaurant. Miles walked away from Y/n without another word.
After that awkward fiasco, the group entered the restaurant and were immediately welcomed and seated. Y/n ultimately found herself seated next to Miles, and she could not stop worrying about whether or not her chewing would be too loud. But instead of thinking in her head like normal people, Y/n muttered under her breath, a lot like Deku from My Hero Academia (ifykyk).
Miles noticed and chuckled to himself.
A server took their order a little while later, and a short while after that, they left to look around at the movie props and film scripts around the restaurant.
Later that night, the adults left their kids some money and went on a hot air balloon ride. Since Miles already had money of his own, he gave Dillon the borrowed money and then walked away alone.
Well, at least he thought he was alone.
When he realized he wasn’t, he nearly backhanded the intruder, but they were quicker than he'd thought and caught his wrist.
“Um, okay. Wow. I definitely could’ve died.” Y/n spoke, dropping Miles’ wrist.
“My bad.” Miles spoke, looking her up and down. “Why didn’t you go with everyone else? They need someone to watch after them.”
“Trust me, they don’t. Salvador is very responsible.” She informed him. “Besides, how do you know I’m responsible enough to watch over them?”
Miles shrugged and moved away from Y/n to lean onto the only railing that separates them from the water. "I don't."
Y/n chuckled and then followed him, leaning against the same railing but facing Miles.
Miles gave her a stank face. “I actually came over here to remove myself from you…”
Y/n shrugs. “You intrigue me.”
“Yeah?” Y/n nods. “How so?”
“Well I don’t know.” Y/n shrugs, “In my experience, silent people are the most interesting.”
“Or the most deadly, depends on who you know.”
“Cmon, drop the hood nigga persona and let’s be besties for the rest of this trip.”
“Nah.”
“It’ll be fun!”
Miles rolls his eyes. “You are something else.”
“I know, you’ll get used to it eventually. Three months top.”
“You said for the rest of this trip.”
“Well obviously I lied.”
“She lied. Of course she did.” Miles spoke to himself. “We can’t just be civil and be quiet?”
“No, we have to be besties. It’s the only way or else I’ll cry and your mom will let my dad beat you up.”
“He can try, but I can fight.”
“Please!”
“No.”
“Please!”
“No.”
“Come onnnnn!!”
“No.”
“Miles!”
“Okay, mama. Okay. I’ll be your Bestie for the rest of the trip.”
“You won’t regret it! Okay, now let’s go have fun!”
Surprisingly, Miles let Y/n to lead him aimlessly around Disney Springs until they left. The following few days, he allowed her to continue dragging him around.
When it came time for everyone to return home, Y/n's family made the decision to take drop everyone else off at the airport (since the four of them actually lived in Florida and didn't need to leave the state).
This time, Y/n was the one insisting something. That something being walking them into the airport while Rio insisted that it was fine.
Y/n won, which meant her dad had also decided to walk them in just “to make sure Y/n won’t get lost.”
“So,” Y/n started, linking her pinky with Miles who surprisingly enough didn’t seem to have a problem with it, “How was it to be my Bestie for a week?”
Miles chuckled. “You’re not all that bad.”
“I’m not all that bad? Don’t you mean it was the best experience of your life and you can’t wait to see me again?”
“Nah, I ain’t say all that.”
“But you meant it. It’s okay to admit that I’m super funny and cool and pretty and you absolutely love me.”
Miles chuckled again, which was out of character for him.
Rio checked the time and spoke up
"Miles, dile adiós. Tenemos que irnos. Te esperaré allí.”
Miles nods and turns to face Y/n, but Rio quickly pushes him aside and embraces the girl.
“It was so nice to see you again, hermosa! We’ll have to keep better contact so we can see you and your family again, okay?”
“Okay, Mrs Morales! It was so nice to meet you in person and I really enjoyed your company this weekend. You’re so sweet!”
“No, you’re so sweet! Much love to you sweetie, we’ll plan something soon.” She kisses you on the cheek before pulling your father out of the way so you and Miles can have a moment.
“So,” Miles turns to you, but gets interrupted by you throwing your arms around him.
“I’m gonna miss you, bestie!”
Miles smiles down at her, finally wrapping his arms around her waist. “I’m gonna miss you too, mama.”
“See, I knew you loved me.”
Miles' eyesight travels from her lips to her eyes and back again. Naturally, Y/n can't keep quiet.
“You look like you want to kiss me.”
“Quiero besarte.”
“Do it, no balls.”
Miles chuckles before kissing Y/n twice on the lips and trying to lean in once again, but of course both of their parents broke up them up by clapping and raising their voices in protest.
Yet again, Y/n can’t keep quiet.
She looks up at Miles with hearts in her eyes. “…you taste like strawberries and rainbows.”
Miles rolls his eyes before pecking Y/n's lips once more, prompting yet another outburst from their parents.
"Cálmate, mami. Please!” Miles whined while Y/n shook her head at her father with wide eyes.
Y/n grinned as she pulled away from Miles and pulled her phone from her back pocket. “I don't have your number.
Miles took her phone and swiftly entered his number before handing it back to her and holding her hands in his, gently moving backward as he does so. "Let’s keep in touch, yeah?"
Y/n nods, saying bye to Miles as he pulls away and walks over to his mom, of course waving a goodbye to Y/n’s dad as well.
BONUS:
When he got home later and took his phone off of airplane mode, Miles felt his phone buzz in his pocket with a text from an unknown number who he could only assume was you..
Translations (may be inaccurate or in Spain Spanish btw, so please correct me if needed):
¿Querías que mintiera? - Did you want me to lie?
En realidad, mi nombre es Salvador. No Tito. - Actually, my name is Salvador. Not Tito.
¡Qué amoroso! - How sweet!
Sé amable y ayúdala con sus maletas - be kind and help her with her bags.
No necesita mi ayuda, mami. - She doesn’t need my help, mommy.
Vale, vale… - Okay, okay…
Miles, dile adiós. Tenemos que irnos. Te esperaré allí. - Miles, say goodbye. We have to go. I’ll wait for you over there.
Quiero besarte. - I want to kiss you.
Cálmate, mami - Calm down, mommy
© forever1kay 2023 - please don’t translate, convert, copy, paraphrase, repost, or alter any of my works without my permission.
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HIII I DON'T KNOW IF YOU STILL DO REQUESTS BUT- It you do, may you write this pls🤭
Miles morales x male! Reader who he meets at a school trip? The reader is very sarcastic or chill? (Reader has a personality that's like Mai from ATLA!)
The reader is like famous for their voice and guitar and art skills (brrrr) so when miles met reader he started to get interested in em so he follows reader whenever they go while on a school trip ✨
<3 ignore if you seem uncomfortable with this, lob youuuu
(I've requested to you before ;) )
Summary: Reader and Miles finally confess after years of dancing around each other. But first, let’s go back into where it all started…
Pairing: Miles Morales x M!Reader
Notes: I know exactly who this is. I apologize for not doing this sooner. I know you requested this months ago and I’ve been slacking off. I hope this makes up for it :) I did kinda diverge away from the request a little and went more so towards the direction of your previous requests. I hope that’s okay!
Warnings: Reader is probably more sassy than stoic tbh, Miles is very much aggravating in some of these, Miles and reader were born early 2005 (or late 2004, up to you), mentions of school, graduation, reader is a smoker (not really), Soulja Boy, Nick and Charlie slander, slow burn relationship. Let me know if I forgot anything!
The Ten Times You and Miles Danced Around Your Feelings
I. Taravella Playground - EST. 2008
A red and blue flash from a small size 4 shoe piques Miles' interest as he lazily glances up from his position in the middle of the sandbox. Miles looks up from the intruder's feet to their face after noticing how he’d wordlessly been staring for a while, but the boy's scowl leaves Miles feeling horribly disappointed (and afraid, might I add). He wasn't prepared for such hostility from a fellow Spider-Man fan—not that he knew what hostility meant anyway—but he was sure the expression on the boy’s face would haunt him for many lifetimes. Nevertheless, Miles made an effort to introduce himself and be sociable.
“Hi, I’m Miles.” He says with an apprehensive yet polite smile.
“I’m Y/N.” The boy responds, detaching his shovel from his bucket before settling down on the boards that surrounded the sandbox.
Miles searches his small brain for a conversation starter—not that there were many in there to begin with—and decides on a topic that he’s confident he can discuss without tripping over his words. His favorite hero. Spider-Man.
But, apparently, he asked a question that was entirely too obvious.
“Do you like Spider-Man?”
Y/n looks down at his own shirt and shoes then looks back at Miles, raising an eyebrow. “Isn’t it obvious?”
Miles sighs and gives Y/n a mostly toothless grin before returning his attention to his bucket. "I wanted to be sure.” He says. “I like Spider-Man too, you know.”
“Good for you.” Y/n replies, looking slightly agitated and mildly uninterested.
Suddenly, Miles wants to go home.
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II. Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade - EST. 2009
Y/n shakes his head as he watches a small figure run through a large crowd at the parade. He made the decision to turn his head away and pretend he hadn't seen anything, but the next thing he knew, he was lying on his back, staring up at the sky.
His mom had forced him out to the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade, and he was less than thrilled. He tried to avoid it, but wasn’t given much of a choice. Saying as he was under his parents’ rule and wasn’t yet allowed to make his own decisions.
But, after this less than pleasant experience, he knew he should’ve pushed harder to stay home. This kind of stuff wouldn't happen indoors.
“Oops, sorry!” The culprit said with an annoyingly recognizable voice.
It was Miles, the Spider-Man fan who Y/n had to (painfully)endure seeing each Thursday evening in the park.
"Oh, it’s you," Y/n deadpanned. "I knew it."
Y/n sat up, and Miles reached out to help him up. But Y/n quietly declined and stood up for himself.
Miles opened his mouth to speak, but he was suddenly grabbed and placed on the shoulders of a lanky bald man wearing the coolest shoes Y/n had ever seen.
“Sorry about that, little man.” The bald man spoke while lowering himself to Y/n's level. “My little nephew can be a bit much at times.”
"I know him, Uncle Aaron!" Miles informed his uncle, pointing his finger directly in front of Y/n’s face.
Y/n looks at his finger and shakes his head no, slowly lowering Miles’ hand.
“He bothers me at the park.”
"That's not true!"
Aaron looked at Y/n who nodded rapidly, providing a counter argument—or in this case, action—to Miles’ statement.
Standing to his full height, Aaron chuckles, "It's okay little man. You’ll grow to love him.”
Aaron then turns to Y/n's teenage brother, Leon, who was standing next to him silently watching the events unfold.
"I'm sorry my nephew accidentally knocked your brother over."
Leon shrugs. “My dog does it all the time. It isn't anything new.”
Aaron chuckles. "Well, you gentlemen, have an amazing rest of your day."
And as they walked back to wherever they came from, Miles waved to Y/n.
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III. Briarwood vs. Montgomery Elementary school field day - EST. 2011
Miles thought Y/n looked silly, watching him emerge from the bathroom wearing a shirt ten times bigger than the one he’d just been wearing. Not too long ago, he’d been pushed fell into ice water when the kids were all instructed to go and grab a juice of their choice from the overly large cooler under the Pavillon.
Today, Miles’ and Y/n’s school were having a field day. It was supposed to be a competition, but it turned into a lot of fun when the kids from both schools started to become friends with each other.
That was cool with Miles, until his his best friend TJ suddenly took interest in playing with Y/n’s best friend Kaiden. This wouldn’t have been an issue if the teachers didn’t say to pick a buddy and stick with them. Miles would walk away if he could. But since he couldn’t, he found himself face to face with his worst enemy while his best friend and his worst enemy’s best friend had their own conversation.
“I know you pushed me into the cooler, Miles.”
“No, I didn't.” Miles promptly refuted. “You’re lying.”
“No, I'm not,” Y/n countered. "Because Toby told me, and Toby never lies."
“Well, maybe you don't know Toby as well as you think.”
Y/n took a breath, seemingly in an effort to calm himself down. “If Toby said he seen you push me in the ice box, it’s true.”
“Toby is a liar.”
Suddenly, everyone in the area gasped, never expecting to hear the truthful Toby labelled a liar.
You could have heard a pin drop in the absolute silence. Or, in this instance, swift footsteps and small but powerful hands pushing past a crowd.
“…’Scuse me, 'Scuse me, 'Scuse me.." Toby finally finds himself in front, face to face with his accuser. "You calling me a liar?"
"Um.." Miles freezes. "N-no, no. Of course I'm not.”
"Yes you are." Toby countered, "I heard you when I was over there with Emily"
“That wasn’t me.”
“…So, like I said.” Toby repeats. “You calling me a liar?”
The whole crowd of grade schoolers started to ooh at the interaction. Quite frankly, Miles is terrified. But his Uncle Aaron always told him it’s best to stand his ground.
“So what if I did call you a liar?”
Miles is given a blank look by Toby before he suddenly lunges at him, grabs his shirt forcefully, and yells at him.
“I am NOT a liar! My grandma told me I’m a good boy and I believe her! Take it back right now, squiggles!”
Squiggles?
“Fellas, fellas!” Miles’ friend Harry butted in, pulling them apart.
“I’m sorry.” Toby said. “I lost control.”
“That’s fine, but I think I know how to fix this.”
Less than two minutes later, Harry had them in court—whatever that means—and all Miles could wonder was where is my teacher?
Harry clears his throat and begins to talk, but is shortly interrupted by his friend (and sidekick), Walter. “We are gathered here today because- wait, what? Oh, sorry that’s for a wedding. ORDER IN THE COURT!”
Let’s just say, Miles pleaded guilty to pushing Y/n into the cooler that afternoon and was given a stern talking to by his best friends when they made it back to their school.
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IV. Brooklyn Museum - EST. 2012
“Alright, kids! Single file, single file!” Miles’ teacher yelled as the students piled off the bus.
Today, Miles’ elementary school—along with seemingly every other elementary school in the district—have taken a trip to the local museum.
In all honesty, Miles would have preferred to stay at home, but he had no choice. Particularly because when they returned to school, he was given an exhibit to write about. Everyone takes advantage of the opportunity for a free grade!
When all of the children exited the bus, the chaperones divided the single group into smaller groups. Miles voluntarily zoned out for a moment while his group waited patiently for the final few groups to form.
He forced a smile on his face and gave himself a mental pep talk to try and convince himself that this will have a positive outcome. Surprisingly, it was working. But little did he know…
MEANWHILE…
“ALRIGHT, MONTGOMERY!”
“ALRIGHT, MS. BROWN!”
Ms Brown explains that the students will be placed into groups, and must pick a buddy within their groups. They must stay with their buddy and near their chaperones. You know, the usual.
“Do I make myself clear?” Ms Brown asks after the brief explanation.
“Yes Ms. Brown!” The kids reply.
“Alright!” She smiles, grabbing the roster from her seat. “If I call your name, you are in Mr. Kyle’s group!”
Today, Y/n’s school—along with every other elementary school in kings county—were being forced to go on a trip to a children’s museum.
The idea of visiting a museum made Y/n anxious. He had never visited this museum before and had no idea what to expect. For the record, he was expecting dinosaur fossils because, well, he's deathly afraid of dinosaurs. That would be kept a secret from others. Think about how people would respond if the cool, chill Y/N Y/L/N admitted to having a fear of dinosaurs. Y/n doesn't know and never hopes to find out.
Realistically, he could have just dropped the form in a puddle, let his dog eat it, or "forgotten" to get it signed, but his teacher made it his mission to let Y/n's parents know about the trip before the school day was over.
Thanks a lot, Mr. Kyle.
Y/n made the mistake of looking around as the kids, who have now been divided into groups, pile haphazardly off of the yellow school bus.
Unfortunately, Miles also made the same decision at the same time and the two boys unavoidably made eye contact.
Could this day get any worse?
—————-
V. Brooklyn Medical - EST. 2014
Y/n emerges from room 212 with a group of friends and a relaxed look on his face. If people didn't know any better, they would believe that he killed someone right here in the hospital and had no problem with it. But in all honesty, he was on his way back from a visit with his cousin TJ.
In an attempt to skateboard with Y/n and his friends, TJ broke his arm. But if you asked TJ to explain to an adult what happened, he rolled down a hill. Both boys were not yet allowed to ride a skateboard, especially not without an adult present or the necessary equipment, but he wanted to protect his cousin and himself, so blaming the hill seemed like the best course of action.
For Y/n, TJ was always like a breath of fresh air; he was different from the people he hung out with at school, from the people in his area, and even from his immediate family. He thought TJ understood him completely, and he never once thought he needed to disown him. Aside from perhaps the now, when he realizes that TJ is still in fact friends with one Miles Morales.
“Miles?” Y/n speaks softly, surprised, squinting to make sure he’s seeing things correctly. Y/n’s friends leave almost immediately upon seeing Miles’ face.
“Oh hey, Y/n!” Mike’s replied. "I heard that TJ fractured his arm because of you. Disappointed, but not surprised.”
“Actually, it isn’t my fault this time.” Y/n shrugs. "Why are you here anyway?"
“Because TJ is my best friend,” Miles said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
“Really? He said that he dropped you.”
“Nope.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“You never do.” Reaching out to Y/n, Miles says while extending his hand. "Allow me to show you something."
“You don’t need to sound so professional.” Y/n responds under his breath, choosing to ignore the tingling sensation Miles' touch had given him in his hand.
“Sorry.” Miles responded, pulling him toward the front desk to ask for TJ’s room number.
“Where are we going, Morales?” Y/n asked, growing tired of being pulled around.
“To ask which room TJ is in.”
“212.” Y/n curtly responds, nodding his head toward TJ's room.
Miles reads the signs and guides himself and Y/n in the direction of room 212. After finding the room, Miles peaks his head in the doorway and tells Y/n to stay put, to which the boy responds, "I'm not a dog."
“TJ!” Miles yells excitedly, walking into TJ’s room.
“HEY MILES!” TJ yells back, hugging Miles with his left hand because his right one was damaged by the skateboard.
“Your cast is so cool!” Miles yells. “Can I sign it?”
TJ goes to respond when he notices movement at the door.
“Wow,” Y/n lets out an exaggerated sigh, walking into TJ’s hospital room. “I can’t believe you’ve done this.”
“I told him to leave, he wouldn’t leave.” TJ lies terribly. “You’ve gotta believe me.”
“I don’t.” Y/n shrugs before receiving a text message and looking down to see what it said. “My mom asked if you guys want Wendy’s.”
Miles says no to be polite and TJ basically asked for the whole menu. In the end, he ended up with a 4 piece and a frosty. Y/n got a Fanta.
About time Y/n’s parents arrived with the food (and also to retrieve their kid), Y/n despised Miles a little less. Not that he’d ever find that out though.
——————-
VI. Yankee’s Game - EST. 2016
Everyone in the audience holds their breath, sat uncomfortably on the edge of their seat. The Yankees had been behind the entire game, and it's the ninth inning. Jeter had sprained his foot during the sixth, and the Yankees only had about three star players left.
In the hope that his wish come true, Y/n bowed his head and closed his eyes as he began to pray to all the gods and Santa Claus that there’d be a miracle.
He looked up when he heard the crowd cheering, but a fugly red and blue tie-dye shirt sadly blocked his view.
Y/n’s eye twitched and he took a breath to keep his composure, then trailed his vision upwards.
Miles Morales was the perpetrator once again.
“Do you ever go home?” Y/n questions. "Why are you always where I am?"
Miles shrugs and sits stiffly in the empty seat next to Y/n side eyeing him nervously a few times.
“So… how is the the weather?
Y/n gives him a quick blink before returning to the activity.
This is gonna be a really long final inning.
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VII. Brooklyn Bridge - EST. 2017
On the trip home from the movie theater, Miles is startled from his nap long blink by a loud "Oh my God, what is that?!" from a few rows behind. Select schools in their county were forced to watch a Nat Geo documentary about Brazilian native animals. Naturally, due to his lack of sleep after staying up late having a solo dance party for quite a bit of the night, Miles slept through it.
However, his dazed state was short-lived as he heard his friend Steven screaming in panic.
"Bro, there's something chasing the fucking bus!"
“Hey! It's crucial that you all keep your composure and refrain from speaking in the same way that Steven did!” Screamed his teacher, Mrs. Nance. “We will all be fine!"
Then, out of nowhere, came a loud thud that landed atop the bus, as if danger itself had been listening in on their conversation.
Mrs. Nance contradicted her statement. "Holy shit, we're all going to die!"
With little explanation and in a hurry, Miles hastily pulled out his phone and texted his parents about the issue. This worried his poor mother, who hurriedly left work and hopped in her car to come get her son.
Miles made the decision to say a quick prayer because they were all genuinely convinced they were only two seconds from dying.
He was about to say amen when a nasty knock on his window forcibly interrupted him. Even though the person who caused it fell, the source of the sound stuck.
There was a web. A very familiar-looking web that Miles was all too familiar with.
"Spider-Man is here!"
As soon as they realized they could be saved, everyone hurried to Miles' side of the bus in joy, but the happiness didn't last long.
A tentacle instantly grabbed Spidey's neck, ripping his mask off his face in the process.
“Welp, nothing to see here! That kids dead.”
Everyone returned to their seats, but Miles remained transfixed.
The face seemed oddly familiar. If only Miles could connect the dots, then-
Miles gasped. "Is that Y/n?"
———-
VII. Brooklyn Visions Academy Valentine’s Day Dance - EST. 2018
“Can you at least smile?” Y/n’s friend Melissa asks him, randomly slapping his forehead to illicit some type of energetic response.
“Yeah, I got you when we’re walking in. We can put on a show for all your pristine rich people friends.”
Melissa rolls her eyes and speaks sarcastically. “That’s the spirit.”
Y/n chuckles for a second until the car comes to a stop in front of the drop off for the dance.
“You mind going in without me? I’ll be in eventually.”
“I don’t trust you not to try to pay off my idiot brother to drop you back off home.” Melissa says. “Let’s go Y/n.”
Y/n sighs and opens the door on his right, stepping out and then holding his hand towards Melissa which she takes happily.
“Smile!” She reminds him, “my dad will be here.”
“Man, fuck yo daddy.”
Melissa deadpanned. “Behave.”
“Why can’t you just tell him that I’m not dating you and the both of us are gay?”
“His image! You know he’s one of the richest men in New York.”
“Nah, I don’t think you’ve said it enough over the four years that I’ve known you. Tell me one more time?”
Melissa slaps his shoulder and he chuckles.
“I’ll behave for you, Melly. But if I see somebody fine, I’m leaving you.”
Melissa shrugs. “Fair enough.”
Finally, the two of them arrive at the school's front door and enter the gym, which has been set up for the event.
Y/n swears he could almost pass out as the smell of several different perfumes suddenly fills his nostrils, but he keeps himself together for Melissa.
“I want something to drink.” Melissa announces, pulling Y/n into the direction of the drink table.
Y/n started to wonder what drinks they’d have available, but unsurprisingly enough there was a large bowl of punch sitting there waiting for them.
“Do you want a cup?”
“Nah.”
As several of Melissa's friends and admirers approach to say hello, Y/n waits at her side.
They had only been here for a few minutes, but it was already starting to get very tiring.
Miles and his friend entered the room, and Y/n swears he has never been happier to see him.
But Miles would never find that out.
“Y/n!” Miles exclaimed before absentmindedly widening his eyes and changing the depth of his voice. “I mean… Y/n, hey.”
Y/n nods. “Morales.”
While Melissa's admirers came and went, the two of them and Miles' friend stood there in awkward silence.
They expected that to continue, but then a group of them first greeted Melissa before heading over to Y/n.
One girl stepped forward and Y/n could tell that the other girls were there merely as moral support.
“Hi! You’re really cute and I-”
Y/n didn’t even look in her direction.“Sorry, I’m gay.”
The girl turned red and the lot of them walked away.
Miles’ friend giggled in the background while Miles himself stared at Y/n incredulously.
“Your mother ever teach you it’s rude to stare, Morales?”
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VIII. Kings County Schools camping trip - EST. 2019
“For fucks sake, Morales.” Y/n sighed in exasperation. “Go play with your friends or something. You don’t need to follow me around.”
Miles threw his arms up in surrender. “I just want to talk!”
Y/n nodded. “Cool, bro. I support. But you talking doesn’t have to include me.”
“Kind of does, since it’s you I want to talk to.”
“Fuck, okay fine.” Y/n sighs. “Can y’all like… go back to the tent or something? I need to talk to Morales.”
His loud friend Jamari laughs. “GAY! GAY! GAY!”
His other friend Michael sighs and grabs him my the ear, pulling him away. “Shut up, Jamari.”
When his friends are finally out of earshot, he turns to face Miles.
“What’s up, Morales?”
“Well for one, I-“ Miles stopped himself, “Why do you call me that?”
Y/n raised an eyebrow. “Your name?”
“My last name.”
Y/n shrugged. “Feels right.”
“So if I just call you y-“
“No. What do you want?”
Miles took a deep breath. “I seen you!”
“Yeah? When?”
“On the Brooklyn bridge two years ago when I was on a school bus.” Miles said quickly.
“Oh, word? What was I doing?”
“Swinging and flipping and flying and-“
“DANG,” Y/n chuckles. “I almost believed you but last time I checked, humans don’t fly.”
Miles blinked. “You know exactly what I mean.”
Y/n raised an eyebrow. “Do I?”
“Yes!” Miles threw his arms up. “Why do you always deny everything like I don’t have proof?”
“Why do you always lie and say you didn’t push me into the cooler?”
“That wasn’t me.”
“And that guy on the bridge wasn’t me.”
“But I seen you.”
“Everybody has doppelgängers, bro.” Y/n stated nonchalantly. “For all you know, that dude could’ve been named Jimmy.”
“Anyways,” Miles rolls his eyes. “I just wanted to tell you that I know and that your secret is safe with me.”
“There is no secret,” Y/n shrugged, popping a starburst into his mouth. “But, it’s nice to know that if there was a secret, you’d have my back.”
Miles goes to respond to Y/n, but freezes up when he hears something that sounds a lot like a bear growling.
He turns to ask Y/n if he heard it too, but Y/n has already grabbed his hand and started to carefully back the two of them away.
Moments later, Miles' shoe suddenly flies off, and as he races back to get it, the bear charges in their direction.
A lot like the white people in horror movies, Miles fell to the floor and decided to stay there screaming.
With the help of his webs and quick thinking, Y/n easily caught Miles and his sneaker.
So much for not being Spider-Man, right?
When the two of were next to each other again, Miles went to celebrate that he had been right all along when Jamari came around the corner and asked Y/n to play a song on his guitar.
“Yeah,” Y/n said after picking himself up off the ground and dusting himself off. “Tell them that I'll be there soon.”
Jamari nodded before returning to the other campers, and when Y/n was sure that Jamari was gone, he turned to face Miles.
“Tell anybody about this and I’ll steal all your money.”
—————-
IX. Lincoln High vs. Beachside Charter basketball game - EST. 2021
Y/n feels out of his element. It’s the first game after quarantine, and a lot has changed.
For one, there’s little to no people in the crowd. There are a few parents there, all of which look uninterested and have definitely been dragged there by their kids. Uninterested attendees result in little to no interaction among the crowd, which makes Y/n unmotivated and unable to concentrate.
On top of that, a few of his teammates are sick, so the team is definitely not at their best.
Y/n could never see himself saying this before, but he wishes there’d be no basketball season until the world got its shit together.
Not even the mascot is helping, nor the music playing lowly in the background to set the vibe.
The team isn’t doing well right now, and they really need a miracle.
The coach calls timeout and calls the team towards her. She tells them to put forth their best effort, but due to circumstances, she can’t get on them about their performance. She tells them to have fun, and that she won’t make them run laps if they lose.
The boys laugh a little before breaking up and making their way back to the court. Everyone’s spirits became the slightest bit higher after that talk, but Y/n’s spirits definitely lifted when he looked into the crowd and spotted one Miles Morales.
Suddenly, Y/n felt like he had to do his best. Even though Miles was his rival by default.
—————
(+ the One Time You Acted On Them)
X. Kings County Class of 2023 graduation trip: Phoenix Arizona - EST: 2023
Miles cautiously walks towards the edge of the ledge after getting the directions from the best friend of a certain someone. It’s been over a year since they last seen each other and Miles has finally accepted the reason why. Miles likes Y/n—he thinks—and he’s finally ready to confess his feelings. He’s hoping that things go right tonight so that he won’t have to hurl himself over the edge.
“Hey.” He starts, standing behind to Y/n who’s sitting dangerously close to the edge with his legs nearly dangling. “Is this seat taken?”
“You don’t see anyone else sitting there, do you?”
Miles chuckles silently and takes the hint, sitting so close yet so far away from Y/n.
He looks to Y/n and takes in his appearance. Hooded eyes, head tilted back to watch the moon, and a hint of sadness in his eyes as he blows a misty cloud of smoke from his lips.
Now that got Miles’ attention.
“You smoke?”
“It’s a fuckin’ Smartie.” Y/n replies with a blank look after hesitating for longer than he’d care to admit.
Miles giggles before he can stop himself. “Wow, Y/n. How cute of you.”
Y/n roles his eyes. “I told my elementary school teachers I’d never do drugs. I’m no liar.”
Miles chuckled then took a deep breath, leaning back before speaking. “Hey, uh…” Y/n looks at him, “I actually need to talk to you about something.”
“Talk to me.”
“So, um…” Miles starts, playing nervously with his fingers.
“…If you need a moment, I can go get another drink and let you marinate.”
Marinate?
“Where would you be getting a drink from? You’re underage.”
Y/n shrugs. “I know a guy.”
“You know more than one!” A random guy whisper yells from the bushes.
“Not now, Carl!” Y/n whisper yells back through gritted teeth. “My bad, Morales. You found your words yet?”
“Yeah, uh…” Miles takes a deep breath. “I know when we were kids we had our differences, but I feel like we’ve come a long way since then. I mean, you haven’t death glared me in a while, and I haven’t pushed you in a cooler since before we were like five.”
“I knew that was you.”
“Uh- Yeah, I’m sorry.” Miles scratches the back of his neck. “Anyway, what I’m trying to say is…”
“So this is a love confession, right?”
“Um…”
“Okay, let me stop you there.” Y/n starts, standing up to his feet. “You like me, and I just so happen to not hate you, so I think we have a deal.”
“A deal?”
“Yeah, we can be the next Nick and Charlie but better looking.”
“That one guy is cute.” Miles points out.
“Is he?” Miles nods at Y/n’s question. “Mm, okay.”
“So what now?” Miles asks. “Am I your boyfriend?”
“Perhaps…”
“Perhaps?”
“Nah, I’m just kidding. You can be my Soulja Bae.”
“I hate it here.”
Y/n chuckles and takes another hit from his smarties. “Anything else?”
“Yeah, two things.”
“You’re Spider-Man.”
“You knew?”
“You’re not as discreet as you think you are.” Y/n shrugs, standing up and dusting his pants off, then reaching a hand out to Miles. “Let’s go get some drinks, yeah?”
Miles smiled and took Y/n’s outstretched hand. “Yeah.”
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I don't know if you still take requests, but can you write gwen x fem reader where when gwen visits miles, she also visits you because she miss you
Summary: Read the ask ;)
Pairing: Gwen Stacy x Fem!Black Coded!Reader (romantic but they’re not dating), Gwen Stacy x Miles Morales (platonic), Miles Morales x Fem!Black Coded!Reader (platonic, familial)
Notes: This is a short one, sorry for that! Also, to anyone reading who would like to request something, requests are still closed until further notice but this was sent in before I closed them so ofc I have to fulfill it🕺🏽 I’m sorry this took so long but I hope you enjoy it!
Warnings: MINOR ACROSS THE SPIDER-VERSE SPOILERS, super short and half assed story, definitely some cussing, a parallel to Spider-Man homecoming is thrown in there somewhere, reader trips and falls, secondhand embarrassment, a little Hobie slander, reader doesn’t know Miles and Gwen are spider-people, reader doesn’t know Gwen is Gwen and not Gwanda. Let me know if I forgot anything!
You had followed your cousin Miles to his room after your Uncle Jeff and Aunt Rio grounded him. Something fishy had been going on with him lately, and none of his friends knew enough or wanted to tell you what was going on.
“Miles!” You whisper yelled, following behind him.
He walked into his room and slammed the door in your face. You paused to regroup yourself, staring at the closed door before going to open it when it closed in your face without miles even getting up.
This happened about four times before you cussed and kicked the door open, walking in and falling over a few cards at the door.
“The fuck is wrong with you, Miles?” You ask him, casually walking towards his desk chair like you hadn’t fallen in front of him. “Something has definitely been up with you lately.”
“Absolutely nothing has been going on lately.”
“You’re lying.
“No I’m not.”
“You are, and you’re terrible at it.” You say sassily, “What are you hiding, Miles?”
Miles’ eyes dart around the room and you chuckle, “Just kidding, I don’t care.”
You and Miles sit in silence for a while with him listening to music and you playing with random items at his desk. Then suddenly, the room starts shaking.
“OHHHH SHIT!” You yell, clutching onto the spinning chair that you’re sitting on that starts to levitate as a large portal opens up directly over your cousin.
You yell for him, but to no avail. Whatever he’s listening to is obviously too loud for him to hear you, and you continue to watch him float up and up, towards the colorful portal. You then hear a familiar voice call for him, and he finally opens his eyes and removes his headphones, smiling happily.
Just then, Gwen steps out of the portal and everything falls back to the floor, you and the chair included. She takes her eyes off of Miles and looks at you, blushing a deep crimson.
“Y/n,” she starts, dragging out your name, “I, uh… didn’t see you there.”
“Um,” you mutter, sitting up from the floor and dusting yourself off. “Hey, Gwanda. How are you?”
“I’m…um,” she rubs the back of her neck nervously, “Great. Nice weather you have here.”
“Mhm,” you nod, looking down on the floor.
And poor Miles, he purses his lips uncomfortably before standing up and eyeing the two of you, leaving his room and closing the door behind him.
When you first met Gwen Gwanda, it was about a year and four months ago. She had formed a closer relationship with your cousin, but you and her had bonded on a deeper level. The two of you shared a kiss one night, and days later she was gone. The relationship had never been defined, so it’s only normal that things are so awkward considering where you left off.
“How has life been treating you?” She asks, messing with Miles’ pink plushie that rests on his bed.
“Cool, I guess.” You respond, fiddling with a random pencil.
“Meet any new people?” She asks you, hoping that your answer is a variant of no.
You clear your throat. “A few.”
She sounds dejected. “Oh.”
“No one in a romantic sense though.” You clarify, noticing the disappointment in her voice. “If that’s what you were wondering.”
“Oh.” She nods. “Cool.”
“How about you?” You ask, just as nervous as she was seconds ago. “Anyone new?”
She smiles. “Yeah. This one guy, Hobie.”
“Hobie?” You make a stank face. “Do his people hate him or something?”
She chuckled and waves her hands around frantically.“No, no. Hobie is just a nickname.”
You raise an eyebrow. “What’s his real name?”
“Hobart.”
“Bro that’s no better.”
Gwen chuckles. “Anyway, Hobie is just a friend.”
You raise an eyebrow.
“No, really!” She tells you, laughing at your expression. “An older brother figure, if you will.”
You chuckle. “Okay. I trust you.”
After all the laughter dies down, she looks at you, bringing back the tension that left earlier.
“I’m sorry to leave the way I did.”
“I’m sure there’s a valid explanation for it though, right?”
“Well,” She bites her lip. “It’s complicated, I guess.”
“Oh…”
“I can show you? If you’ll let me.”
“My auntie said I have to babysit that little dweeb out there.” You tell her, gesturing toward the door.
“Hey!” Miles yells on the other side of it, proving that he was listening in on your conversation.
“Just for a second!” Gwen begs, “Please?”
You ponder over it for a bit, mulling over the pros and cons and deciding that Miles can watch himself and not get into too much trouble. “Okay.”
Next thing you know, you’re swinging around the city, tightly hooked onto the side of the girl you could only wish you were dating. After a few minutes, she landed you both onto the Williamsburg bank building and told you what she could about her double life.
“Does it all make sense now?” She asks you, a bit nervous for your response.
“Yeah, I think I get it now.” You respond, looking out into the distance. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I couldn’t.” She informs you, “You would’ve been in danger.”
You sigh. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“So, can we start over?” She asks hopefully.
You smile and reach your hand out towards her. “Hi, I’m Y/n.”
She smiles back and places her hand in yours. “Nice to meet you, Y/n. I’m Gwen.”
“Wait a damn minute,” you pause, not being able to recall Gwanda ever telling you that she was actually Gwen, “Who the fuck is Gwen?”
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IF YOU LET ME - A Kei Tsukishima SMAU
a kei tsukishima x black!fem!reader smau
after pining over a certain middle blocker over the phone for a month or so, y/n y/l/n meets kei tsukishima in a way that has him hating her mere existence. weeks later, she’s given the opportunity to redeem herself… will she take her chances?
genre & tropes smau, grumpy x sunshine, (seemingly) unrequited love, not-so meet cute, forced proximity, ambw, fluff, crack, slow burn, etc;
warnings profanity, mentions of nsfw, angst, misunderstandings, remaining friends with an ex, periods, minor secondary character death, breakups, a few shitty characters, etc;
notes so i’m going through yet another haikyuu phase and i’m having mad tsukishima brainrot. so, i took this opportunity to write about him while i don’t have writers block. also, please keep in mind that this is a fic that does involve music. with that being said, please be prepared for a song to be linked in parts of this story. this may not get any likes or reblogs, but i hope that anyone who reads it enjoys!
series tag
# ⤹˚˖♬୭ if you let me
PROFILES:
y/n carried
crazy, sexy, cool (& tsukki)
CHAPTERS:
00. prologue - dear diary, i met a boy today
01. chapter one - a party for some girl who wants to kiss tsukki
02. chapter two - don’t worry, everything will be fine
03. that’s fine, i’ll just die tomorrow
04. avoiding him, avoiding her
05. tickets to my downfall
06.for the sake of work and work only
07. MY CHEST HURTS WHAT DO I DOOOO
08. loverboy
09. this does not mean i like you
10. i don’t hate it when you’re around
11. shut the fuck your mouth
12. i’ve decided to tolerate you
13. DENY DENY DENY
14. back to life, back to reality
15. i have awoken, i have arisen
16. maybe later
17. come outside for a second
18. a little busy
19. medicine
20. just a fling
21. disaster
22. something we should know
23. in the wrong
24. i bet
25. it’s him
26. as it was
27. we don’t see eye to eye
28. i made you a playlist
29. perhaps
30. epilogue - our future
BONUS CHAPTERS:
TBD
current status ongoing
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#⤹˚˖♬୭ if you let me#haikyuu#lovekaia#kaiaxanime#kaiaxmanga#haikyuu smau#kei tsukishima#tsukishima x reader#smau#anime#Spotify#kei tsukishima x reader#karasuno#tsukishima kei#middle blockers#sinead harnett#anime smau
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random boyfriend texts - Haikyu!! edition
Pairing: Multiple Haikyu characters x reader
Note: This is long overdue, my bad y’all- The other versions should (hopefully) be up before the beginning of next week. But until then or whenever I actually get around to it, enjoy my Haikyu boyfriend texts!
Warnings: Some of these may seem slightly ooc, mentions of a snake, slight Justin Bieber slander, slight mindless behavior slander, character x character relationship, Y/n gets left on read a lot… Let me know if I forgot anything!
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Hinata Shoyo
Wakatoshi Ushijima
Akaashi Keiji
Kageyama Tobio
Kozume Kenma
Oikawa Tōru
Kei Tsukishima
Rintaro Suna

Yū Nishinoya
Bokuto Kōtarō/Kuroo Tetsurō
Explanation: Bo didn’t just blatantly cheat on you, lol. You’re actually dating the both of them <3
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I’ll Buy You A Pony
Pairing(s): Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Black!Reader, Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Afro Latina!OC (familial)
Notes: So I recently found out that our beloved Miggy has Equinophobia, or in other words has a fear of horses. I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to write about it! Besides that, I wrote this while I was half sleep and I didn’t feel like proof reading so please keep that in mind. I hope y’all enjoy!
Warnings: Fear of horses, a few annoying friends, Miguel pees on himself in front of all of you, biting (from the horse), children, sabotage, two grown yet childish idiots, passing out, profanity. Let me know if I forgot anything!
From the moment Janina was old enough enjoy anything, she’d loved horses. Her favorite show was my little pony, her first word was pony, and her favorite bathing suits have all had some form of a horse on them. She was obsessed.
When she’d asked for a Pony for her sixth birthday, you knew it was a no go due to her father’s equinophobia . What you didn’t know is that when you declined her request, she’d asked your parents the exact same question.
The two of them love their grand babies with all their heart. With the amount of money they have, they buy them everything they want within reason.
On a normal day, they’d never think a horse was a reasonable gift. But for a birthday? Heck yeah!
“NiNi, we have a gift for you, love.” Your mother spoke, pulling Nina into her lap.
“Really, Nana?” Nina asked, a small smile adorning her tanned face, “What is it?”
And when your dad walks into your large backyard, pulling a small horse next to him, all hell breaks loose.
Nina’s eyes light up and she leaps from your mothers lap, running her way over to her grandpa and the horse. “Wow, a real life horse! Mommy, daddy, come look!”
Miguel looks at you and frowns a little. You give him a look before turning back to your daughter and her newfound best friend.
“Daddy’s legs hurt a little right now, baby. I’ll come meet your pony.” You tell her.
You pat Miguel on the shoulder before walking over to your daughter and the pony.
“What are you gonna name her, baby?” You ask.
Janina huffs. “She’s a boy, mommy! You should never assume!”
You laugh at her slip up before apologizing.
“I’m sorry, baby. What’s his name?”
“Mommy Jr.”
“Mommy Jr?”
“Yeah!”
“But what about Sparkle? Or Stud? Maybe even Flashlight?”
“Well Uncle Johnny said I should name him Mommy Jr!”
You whip your head around to face both of her Uncles that go by that name.
There was Jonathan, your brother, and Johansen, Miguel’s friend from who knows where. Both of them shared a similar personality and were always getting your daughter into trouble.
“Which one of y’all idiots told my baby to name this horse after me?”
Both of them looked at each other and then back at you before bursting into laughter.
“You can’t lie, n/n. He kind of looks like you!” Johansen admitted.
“Yeah,” your brother joined in, “Y’all both got that grown man look going on for you.”
You continue to argue with the two, not noticing your father and Janina walking over to your husband. They pull him out of his seat to the side of you furthest from the horse.
“Aww, Miggy.” You look at him, quickly cleansing your mouth of all the curses you had aimed at Jonathan and Johansen. “It’s okay, we won’t let the horse eat you. Come here.”
Miguel allows you to drag him in the middle but he still squeezes himself tightly against you.
“How can I ever be a man if my six year old daughter finds out I’m afraid of horses?” Miguel whispers in your ear.
You turn to face him. “It’s a phobia, baby. Everyone is afraid of something.”
“Who do you know that’s afraid of horses?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.
You don’t answer, only prompting to shush him and get him to loosen up.
“Time for a picture!” Your mom speaks. Your dad hands Nina to Miguel and he puts on the most realistic smile he could manage.
Your mother peaks at you all from behind the the camera and smiles. “On three, say Mommy Jr!”
She begins to count up from one, but right before she says three, Miguel squeals and tries his hardest to jump onto you.
“Cielo, cielo!” He yells, gripping you tightly.
You look at him worriedly. “What’s wrong?”
“He bit my pants!”
You look behind Miguel at the miniature horse who obviously can’t take a hint and nudges your husbands leg once again.
Miguel gulps loudly and looks down at the horse who—unfortunately for him—was staring right back at him.
Miguel shrieks and runs to the other side of you, away from the horse. The horse seemed to be in a playful mood and decided to follow Miguel wherever he went.
Eventually, your daughter grew tired of the run around and jumped from her father’s arms, running over to sit with her uncles. Your party guests watch in amusement and you try to block the horse from your husband.
To your surprise, the horse got around you and approached your husband. He passed out, and both Johnnys stood to their feet, looking over the table at your husband.
“Damn! That nigga scared of horses!”
A few hours later, Miguel blinks his eyes open, squirming uncomfortably as he adjusts to his surroundings.
“Babe!” You squeal, running over to the hospital bed. “You’re okay!”
Miguel side eyes you. “I recall being in the presence of a horse?”
“Um…” you rub the back of your neck. “Yeah.”
“Why was the horse chasing me?” He asks.
“Dumb and dumber put some apple slices in your pocket.”
Miguel frowns.
“If it makes you feel any better, I cut Jonathan’s wicks and put nair in Johansen’s shampoo. You know how crazy they are about their hair.”
Miguel chuckles a little and scoots over to the right, patting the spot next to him. You squeeze in there with him and rest your head on his shoulder.
“Besides that,” you start, “you had a panic attack and it was pretty severe, I guess. They said you’ll be free to go today, but they also had a few extra notes for you. You’re better off hearing it from a doctor.” You start to sit up. “I can go get one if-“
“No!” He protests, grabbing your arm and pulling you back into him. “Stay with me for a little.”
“Okay then.”
“Did I worry anyone?”
“Nah, everyone was too busy laughing.”
“I passed out and people were laughing?”
“You kind of…” you take a deep breath and prepare to answer him, but a doctor walks in to check on him and notices he’s awake.
You promise to tell him later.
Bonus:
Ever since the doctor interrupted your earlier conversation with Miguel, his curiosity had been eating away at him. What happened to him? Why was everyone laughing?
He walks to the bathroom door and knocks on it.
“Baby?” He speaks loudly through the door.
“Yes?” You yell over the stream of water coming from the shower head.
“What happened to me when I passed out?” He asks nervously.
“We will discuss this when I get out.” You respond.
Miguel huffs before stomping his way to Nina’s room where she lay on the floor playing with her Shopkins.
“Nina?” He asks, taking a seat next to her.
She looks up at him. “Yes, daddy?”
“What happened when I passed out?” He asks, picking up one of her dolls.
“Oh, you peed.” She says casually.
His eyes widen. “I peed?”
“Yeah!”
Miguel gulps. “W-was it noticeable?”
Nina raises an eyebrow, confused by the big word her father had used. “What?”
He rephrases his question. “Could people tell that I peed?”
“Oh, yeah!” Nina giggles. “It was really bad. Mommy had to throw away your pants and uncle Johnny took a picture of you.”
Miguel chuckles, thinking his daughter was joking, but she only blinked at him.
“Why are you laughing daddy? I’d want to run away if I were you.”
A lightbulb goes off in Miguel’s head at his daughter’s words. He kisses her head before running back to you in the bathroom.
“We are moving to Mexico.”
“Boy, get out my bathroom!”
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heyyyy love, I love your fanfics but I'm too shy to like them🧍 If you still take requests. Can you maybe write a Milex Morales x Male reader who is from their rival is and is very chill? like chill stoic personality. 😹💪❤️
Hi baby, I want to start by sincerely thanking you for your compliment. It means a lot :) Just know that you don't have to be shy when interacting with me or any of my fanfics; I promise I don't bite lol. Anygayssss, I made both a platonic ending and an alternate ending because I wasn't sure if you wanted this to take a romantic turn or not. Although I slightly strayed away from your original request—saying as they aren’t really rivals and Y/n probably isn’t nearly as stoic as you may have hoped—I appreciate your request, and I hope you enjoy <333
Summary: Read the ask ;)
Pairing: Miles Morales x reader (implied male)
Notes: Alternate endings! 🏹 is the romantic ending and 🦋 is the platonic ending. Y/n is a little more stoic in the romantic ending which is a lot longer than the platonic ending. This is also very sloppily done so you can definitely expect some editing in the near future.
Warnings: Nothing really. Miles is a little ooc. Alsoooo, if you have a problem with mxm relationships then you can get out
Miles & y/n aren’t rivals for real for real, they just sort of annoy each other and have been doing so for years.
They’re extremely competitive with each other, and it’s almost like it’s never ending. Their classmates and shared friends are tired of it, but used to it nonetheless. It’s been going on for years after all…
They compete with test scores, popularity, who’s the better cook, who can go the longest while/without type of challenges. It’s all exhausting.
But what’s really stuck the longest is their stealing wars.
It’s often they’ll catch one another sneaking in and out of their rooms, normally with hands ready to take, or hands full of things they’ve stolen.
And it’s never anything the other really need per se, just small items they’ll remember exists later on and will tear up their room to find.
And when they realize it’s not there, they already know where it could’ve gone.
The difference between Y/n and Miles, is that Miles borrows. He gives everything back that he may have taken, but he doesn’t make it easy. More times than not, Y/n’s things will end up within the belongings of his roommate who seems to constantly be gone on vacation with family and friends.
Y/n will often wait one, two, or even three weeks at a time to get his things back because it’s not a rarity for his roommate to text and say things along the line of “Miles put the thing you were looking for in my suitcase. I’ll be back on the 19th!”
But while Miles actually borrows, you take things and never give it back. “I’m using them at least!” is your justification, but it really doesn’t make it any better. There has been numerous occasions—like this one— where Miles has come into your room and asked for (or tried to figure out) the security code to your clear safe with things that you’ve obviously stolen from Miles’ room.
“Cmon Y/n, just tell me the code!” Miles begs for the umpteenth time.
You chuckle slightly and lean back in your chair. “Nah.”
“But I need this stuff back!” He complains.
“Dude…” You say, throwing your head back. “It’s an empty shoe box, a glasses wipe, an action figure, some manga that you’ve already read, a beanie, and a spray bottle. It’s never that serious.”
“It is though!”
“Yeah?” You raise an eyebrow. “And why is that?”
“Well because I wanted to put my shoes back in the box, my fake glasses are getting dirty, I need that action figure for…my little cousin, I have only read that manga 6 times which isn’t enough, my ears are cold so I need that beanie, and the spray bottle is for my hair which you obviously haven’t looked at.”
You glance up at his hair and do a double take. It’s almost completely matted yet tangled at the same time.
“Alright alright, I’ll give you some things back.” You start, getting up and walking towards the safe.“But first, what’s that!?”
He circles back to the door you pointed at and spends a few seconds trying to figure out what he should be looking at. Within those few seconds, you were granted enough time to unlock the safe, grab two items out, and lock it back.
Miles whips around to face you again, giving you a confused look. “What am I supposed to be looking at?”
You feign innocence, frowning slightly at Miles. “Oh, sorry I thought I seen like a brunette spider-man or something.”
He laughs awkwardly and rubs the back of his neck before speaking sheepishly. “There’s gotta be one out there somewhere.”
“Yeah, definitely,” You study his features then walk a little closer to him. “What are you hiding, Miles?”
His eyes dart around the room but he doesn’t say anything, letting his panicked expression speak for him.
“Just kidding, I don’t care.” You laugh, throwing a sock at his face and placing his spray bottle at his head. “For you, kind sir.”
He blinks slowly as you sit back in your spinning chair, waiting silently for him to leave.
“…who’s sock is this?”
“Yours.”
“I’ve never seen this in my life.”
“I’ve had it the past few years, why would you remember it?”
“Why did you have my sock?”
“I needed a sock to wear.”
“You don’t have any?”
“Yeah, but none that look like that.”
“…why take only one sock?”
“To match it with my sock.”
“What sock?”
“You know, the gray one with the white stripes at the top.”
“But this one is red and black.”
“And your point is?”
Miles blinks at you again, and then speaks quietly. “Just give me the rest of my things.”
You chuckle softly. “Almost sounds like you’re breaking up with me, Morales.”
Miles face palms and mumbles to himself, something along the lines of we’re not even dating and you’ve clearly lost your mind.
“Having fun there?” You giggle, obviously very entertained by the fact that he’s talking to himself.
“You don’t need all of this stuff!” He tells you.
You scrunch your face up. “You don’t need any of mine either, yet here we are.”
“I just wanna read my manga.” He whines, dragging out the last letter a in the word manga.
“What’s so great about it?” You ask curiously.
“What’s so great about it? I’ll tell you what’s so great about it!”
You sit in silence and wait for him to continue, but he stands still with that determined look on his face.
“So are you gonna tell me or are we both gonna sit here looking stupid?”
“Oh,” He chuckles. “The best thing about the manga is Renga.”
“Sk8 the infinity?”
“Yes.”
“Mm…”
“Just give me my stuff back.”
“Fine, Miles.” You sigh. “But only under one condition.”
“Which is?”
🦋
“You’ll give me my stuff back too.”
“That’s all?”
“That’s all.”
“Nothing else?”
“Nothing else.”
“Are you sure?”
You blink. “Well what else did you want?”
“Well, nothing. But I don’t expect this to be all you want. There’s always something with you.”
“Well, there is one little thing.”
“Of course there is.” He rolls his eyes. “What is it?
“You agree that we should drop whatever this rivalry that we’ve been having all these years, and be friends for once.”
“Wait.” He pauses. “You wanna be friends with me?”
You automatically get shy and cover your face with your hand, opting it’s best not to look him at the moment.
“Is thee stoic Y/N Y/L/N shy over wanting to be my friend?”
“Get out, Miles, I’ll bring you your stuff later.”
Miles chuckles and then walks out the door, leaving you grimacing at the spot he was just standing in.
🏹
“You’ll go out with me.” You say. “On a date.”
Miles’ eyes widen slightly, but then he catches himself. “What’s the catch, Y/L/N?”
“Why do you think there’s a catch?”
“There’s always something with you.”
“False.”
“I can’t even get my stuff back without going on a date with you.”
“Is going on a date with me really so bad?”
“Depends,” he says honestly. “Where are we going?”
You shrug. “Up to you.”
“Do you want go vandalize the city?” Miles asks with a smile, bouncing on his feet.
“I mean, I’m down for whatever.”
“Great, now give me my stuff back.”
You raise an eyebrow.
“Please,” He corrects himself. “Give me my stuff back, please.”
“That’s not why I looked at you like that.”
“No? Then why did you look at me like that?”
“Because I was wondering, did you only agree so you could get your stuff back?”
“Nope,” He shifts nervously in his place. “I’ve actually liked you for years and was to scared to ask you out so this is a win for me.”
He rolls his eyes at your raised eyebrow.
“Why do you think I started taking your things to begin with?” He asks you.
“I don’t know,” you shrug again. “I figured maybe you were bored.”
“Well that’s not the case.”
“Cool. See you tomorrow at noon then?”
“We have school.”
“…okay?”
“I’m gonna get myself into trouble with this one,” Miles mumbles quietly but loud enough for you to hear, walking out of your dorm. “I can feel it.”
You laugh silently, looking at the safe still filled with some belongings of one Miles Morales.
Maybe something good will come out of this…
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random boyfriend texts - tokyo revengers edition
Pairing: Multiple TR characters x black!reader (implied fem)
Note: I’ve been overthinking this thing for days and changing it constantly. It’s done now but I still don’t like it- I hope I have the mental capacity to do a part 2 soon because I did a Akkun one but didn’t realize I already had 10 images so-
Warnings: Some of these may seem slightly ooc, Drake (I know some people don’t like him idk why tho), mentions of divorce, kids, motorcycle accident (nothing too serious), use of the n word, sex tape (y/n didn’t know anything about it), 6ix9ine, Ran Haitani. Let me know if I forgot anything!
HAIKYU!!||JUJUTSU-KAISEN||MY HERO ACADEMIA||SK8 THE INFINITY||RANDOM ANIME BOYS - Links not yet available! All coming soon...
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Manjiro Sano (Mikey)
Matsuno Chifuyu
Baji Keisuke
Mitsuya Takashi
Takuya Yamamoto
Shinichiro Sano
Ran Haitani
Naoto Tachibana
Takemichi Hanagaki
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[chapter two: don’t worry, everything will be fine]
summary: in which y/n humiliates both herself and her one and only volleyball crush.
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“Y’all I’m freaking out.” Y/n notified her friends as they stepped off of the bus at the beach.
“If it makes you feel better,” Kenma starts, pulling his psvita from his backpack, “He has no clue who you are.”
Y/n gives Kenma a blank stare. “Yeah, thanks K.”
“You have nothing to worry about.” Kuroo told her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “If anything goes wrong, we’ll beat him up for you.”
“I appreciate it, but three out of five of you would get stomped.”
“And who do you think wouldn’t get stomped?”
Y/n shrugs. “Probably you and Kotaro.”
“What about me?” Mikey asks, wanting to be included.
“No, remember Molly beat you up last year?” Y/n responds, referring to their two-year-old cousin who was barely a year old when the incident happened.
John Michael hid his face in his hands and continued walking.
When the they stepped into the entrance to the beach, they were enthralled by the decorations and the warm fire. A few teams were already there—that being Seijoh and Inarzaki—but Y/n decided not to stress herself because Karasuno wasn’t there yet.
The four of them went to find a spot to set up while the rest of Nekoma’s volleyball club went their own way. It was about five minutes before Shiratorizawa and Fukurodani showed up.
“Hey, Y/n!” Bokuto yelled, pulling her up from where she sat on her towel. “Come play volleyball with us!”
“You know I suck at volleyball, Ko.” She reminds him, “Everyone will laugh at me.”
“I think everyone else is a little preoccupied.” He pointed over to the left where a group of boys were crowded around what Y/n could only assume was a girl, and no one stood at the volleyball net.
“Oh, okay then.”
Their group went to the volleyball court and tried to teach Y/n and John Michael how to play.
“I expect that all of you will represent Karasuno in a positive manner.” The vice principal lectured everyone from Karasuno who all murmured in response, only half listening.
The volleyball club was excited for this trip, but no one could match Hinata’s excitement.
He’d been restless for days, waiting for this day to approach, and now he’s being held back by a lecture from a guy he doesn’t even like.
“We’ll be on our best behavior, sir. Please let us go play in the beach and we’ll represent Karasuno better than any other schools can represent themselves!” Hinata enthused.
The vice principal side eyed Hinata and then nodded, and everyone finally entered the beach.
Hinata, Nishinoya, Kageyama, and Tanaka immediately ran to the water, stripping off their shirts in the process while the more chill members of the team found things to do on land.
“Where do you guys think the girl who likes Tsukki is?” Tadashi asked, grabbing a deflated floaty from his bag.
“Who cares?” Tsukishima responds, taking a seat near the fire and grabbing a marshmallow. “I certainly don’t.”
“I heard she’s cool, Tsukishima. Maybe you could learn a thing or two from her.” Suga says, trying to discreetly take a seat next to Kiyoko.
“Be nice, Suga.” Daichi replies, squeezing in between Suga and Kiyoko. “But no, seriously, Tsukki. I think you should give her a chance.”
“I’d rather not.”
“Do you guys think that’s her?” Tadashi asks, pointing towards to the volleyball net.
Tsukishima doesn’t look up.
“She’s very pretty.” Daichi compliments.
“Someone that pretty shouldn’t like Tsukishima.” Suga says shamelessly.
“Cut it out!” Tadashi yells, wanting to do nothing more than defend his best friend.
“Sorry, Tadashi.”
“We should go spy on them.” Tadashi suggests.
“Yeah!” Asahi replies, surprisingly eager.
Tadashi and Asahi get up and walk towards the water where the four idiots are playing shark.
“Hey! We’re going to meet Tsukki’s girlfriend! Do you guys want to come?” Tadashi yells, glancing to the left as Suga catches up with them.
The four of them exit the water almost instantly. “Yeah!”
The seven of them walk over to where Kuroo is standing behind you, trying to show you how to serve.
“Hey! I’m Hinata!” Hinata yells suddenly, catching you off guard and making you flinch a little. “Are you Y/n? Kuroo told me about you. Tsukishima may be a big sucky jerk-face, but if you push him enough he’ll like you. That’s how he likes us. Do you like volleyball? I love volleyball. Can we be friends?”
“Calm down, dumbass! You’re gonna scare her away with your stupidity!” Kageyama yells, making you flinch again.
You blink at the two of them who continue to bicker back and forth.
“Should I say something?” You ask.
“They’ll stop on their own. They do this all the time. I’m Yamaguchi Tadashi. I’m Tsukishima’s best friend!”
“Nice to meet you! I didn’t know he had a best friend, Kuroo didn’t mention you.”
Tadashi loooks over to Kuroo who shrugs.
“Anyways, he can be a little mean but sometimes he means well.”
“Just sometimes?”
“Yeah, he’s a little hard to deal with.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“For what?” Kenma asks, sniffling to keep the snot from exiting his nose. “You’re not going to talk to him. You’re too much of a pussy.”
“Kozume Kenma, I will fuck you up.” You threaten.
Kenma shrugs. “Do your worst, I guess.”
You roll your eyes and continue talking to Tadashi about Tsukishima before you all somehow end up splitting in half and playing volleyball together.
With your few minutes of training, you thought that if you served the ball, the outcome would be decent at the least. But when the ball flew way over the net and people started to yell the name of your crush, you knew you fucked up. You ran and didn’t look back.
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[chapter one: a party for some girl who wants to kiss tsukishima]
summary: in which the karasuno volleyball club is notified about an upcoming day at the beach.
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FUN FACTS:
The next day, Hinata showed up to school with a bruised forehead and left school with one less eyebrow :)
Believe it or not, Tsukishima is actually curious to see who his admirer is.
Nishinoya and Tanaka were together during these messages and they both fangirled as soon as Kiyoko spoke in the groupchat.
Coach Ukai contemplated leaving the groupchat at least three times during this conversation.
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[chapter three: that's fine, i'll just die tomorrow OR i hate people. all people should die]
summary: in which everyone is talking about what happened…
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[prologue: dear diary, i met a boy today…]
summary: in which y/n y/l/n discovers kei tsukishima and falls head over heels.
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FUN FACTS:
The moment Y/n mentioned Tsukishima, Kenma went to tell Hinata about it.
Even though Kuroo seems against the idea, he immediately texted Daichi to figure out a way to get their teams together.
John Michael is thinking of ways to get Y/n and Tsukishima together on his own.
Although Akaashi seems pretty indifferent to the whole situation, he is actually all for Y/n and Tsukishima and will be one of their biggest supporters.
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[chapter six: for the sake of work and work only]
summary: in which they trade numbers for the sake of work and work only
Quick note: (8/21/23) No texts this time! I just wanted to throw this little chapter in to keep you all satisfied for a while. Updates have been coming slow but since I’m back in school starting today, they’ll be coming a lot slower until we have a break or until I have the time. I want to thank those apart of my taglist for all their support, and I hope everyone enjoys this chapter. Until next time!
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When Maura reenters the room, Tsukishima is sitting next to you with an elbow rested on the panel that you were earlier instructed not to touch.
You decide to keep quiet, hoping that he’ll get into trouble for it and will shortly be removed from the internship. Instead, Maura approaches him with what appears to be muscle memory as she doesn’t even look up from the key card until his elbow is moved and he’s reaching to take it from her frail hands.
“Thank you, Maura.” He bows his head.
“No problem, sweet pea.” She ruffled his hair.
She looks at the two of you silently for a second. You’re looking down miserably and Tsukishima seems to be mentally far away.
“Now I may be old, but I am not dumb.” Maura notices you both. “What’s wrong?”
You raise an eyebrow. “What do you mean, Maura?”
“Oh please. The tension in this room is so thick that even heavy metal couldn’t cut through it. What’s wrong? Are the two of you exes or something?”
You scoff and cross your arms. “We are not.”
He rolls his eyes. “She wishes she could pull me.”
You gasp in offense. “Jerk!”
“Bitch!”
“Excuse you!” Maura yells. You both turn to look at her. She rests one hand on her cane and the other on her hip. “I do not tolerate this kind of behavior.”
Your eyes widen. This is the moment you’ve been anticipating for all of three minutes.
“You two need to go out together and learn how to be civil.”
You nod, hearing an entirely different statement than the one she actually spoke. “So true, Maura! Never agreed with you more.” Your brain finally catches up with her words. “Wait, what?”
“You heard me, Ms. Y/L/N. As you two are both new and my only interns, I need you both to work together seamlessly to get the job done. What’s a better way to get to know each other besides going on a quick coffee run?”
You sigh. “Okay, Maura, but I’m only doing this for you.”
Tsukishima nods in agreement.
“I’m sending you to Mama Sweet Café. It’s two blocks from here. Here is ¥7,287.00. I doubt you’ll need that much, but this is just in case you decide to buy up the whole cafe. Please look out for cars.”
The bell to the cafe rings behind the two of you after a long silent walk.
“Welcome in!” The lady behind the counter chirps. “What can I get for you both today?”
“I’ll have a hot pumpkin spice latte with two pumps of white mocha syrup, two pumps of apple brown sugar syrup and some caramel syrup.” You tell her.
Tsukishima looks down at you and raises an eyebrow.
You keep your eyes forward. “Oh, and a cinnamon roll.”
“A hot pumpkin spice latte with two pumps of white mocha syrup, two pumps of apple brown sugar syrup and some caramel syrup and a cinnamon roll. Okay! And for your boyfriend?”
Tsukishima’s face heats up and you nearly choke on your saliva.
“Oh, he’s not-“
“I’m not-“
“My apologies for assuming! What would you like, friend?”
You roll your eyes. “Psh…”
“Black coffee and a glazed donut.” He responds to the lady.
“Boring just like you.” You mumble.
He looks down at you. “Do I need to pick you up and throw you in the trash?”
The barista watches in amusement, stopping and clearing her throat when the two of you look at her. “Um.. will that be all?”
“Oh we also need a white hot chocolate and a cheese danish to go.” You tell her. “That’s all.”
“Okay! Your total is ¥5353.90.”
You go to hand in your card, refusing to use Maura’s money but Tsukki plucks it from your hand and pockets it, giving the lady his card instead.
She rings him up before taking your names and handing you a number.
The two of you make your way over two a table and sit in silence. Tsukki gives you your card back, and It’s only a few minutes before a waitress brings your items to your table.
“You two are a beautiful couple!” She smiles. “Let us know when you’re ready for the hot chocolate and cheese danish to go. It’s in the back until then. Have a nice day!”
She walks away quickly and the two of you are left dumbfounded, staring at the spot she was just standing moments earlier.
When the shock wears off, two of you enjoy half of your food and drinks before standing up to retrieve Maura’s items. On the way out, Tsukki holds the door for you. You mumble a quick “thank you” and the two of you walk in silence yet again.
Maura greets you both when you make it back to the music store. “How was coffee?”
“It was fine.” You tell her.
“It was awkward.” Tsukki corrects you.
You gasp in offense. “It was not awkward!”
“Yes it was.” He debates. “We didn’t speak at all and people kept making the horrible mistake of thinking you’re my girlfriend.”
“Well it’s not like you would’ve responded if I spoke to you.” “All you do is grunt and complain. By the way, anyone would be very lucky to have me as their girlfriend!”
“Your opinion doesn’t count. It’s biased.”
Maura waves her arms around, stepping in between you both. “What is the issue with the two of you?”
“Nothing!” You shout in unison.
Maura sighs and places two fingers on the bridge of her nose. “Okay, I have a project for you two. Get to know each other enough to understand one another and be civil! I’m not saying you have to like each other, and you certainly don’t have to get married. But this can’t happen every day.”
“Yes ma’am.”
The rest of the shift is mildly uncomfortable with many stolen death glares behind Maura’s back. You were excited for this internship beforehand, but Tsukishima’s presence is really getting to you. When the clock shows 14:57, you do a quick look around to make sure Maura isn’t, then you
try to leave the store. Unfortunately for you, you couldn’t find Maura inside because she was waiting for you outside by your car.
“Ms. Y/L/N! I figured you’d try to do this.” She chuckles, looking over to where Tsukki is across from her. “I just wanted to remind you both about trying to be civil tomorrow. It was nice to meet you both, see you in the morning!”
And with that, Maura walks back into the store leaving you and Tsukishima in close proximity yet again.
“So um…” You speak nervously. “I think we should try to be civil. For Maura’s sake.”
“Yeah,” He nods, “For Maura.”
“Can I have your number?” You ask shyly. He raises an eyebrow.
“Oh come on!” You try to convince.“It’s for Maura’s project. Scouts honor.”
Tsukishima huffs. “For the sake of work and work only.”
“Sure!”
He reaches for your phone and gives you his. When the two of you hand the phones back, Tsukishima is almost surprised at how tame your name in his phone was.
“Okay then.” He says, looking at you weirdly. “I don’t need or want to be in your presence any longer so I’m gonna go.”
You nod. “Alright then.”
He begins to walk away until you call him back.
“Hey Tsukki?”
He stops walking and turns his head slightly, not looking at you but silently letting you know he’s listening.
“I’m sorry about the whole volleyball and marshmallow incident.” You speak hopefully.
Tsukki says nothing and walks away, leaving you standing alone in the parking lot.
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[chapter four: avoiding him, avoiding her]
summary: in which their solution is to avoid one another.
Quick note: (8/17/23) it’s 2:40am right now and I wrote this all within an hour. I know it’s not much, but it’ll have to do for now. Any mistakes will be fixed eventually. Thanks so much for your patience as I very slowly get these chapters out, and I hope y’all enjoy!
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Y/n carried
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FUN FACTS:
Y/n and John Michael are brother and sister. Y/n attends Nekoma and John Michael attends Fukurōdani. Y/n is a first year, and John Michael is a second.
Kuroo and Y/n dated for 3 months. They broke up because their relationship didn’t really feel like a relationship… they remain close friends though!
John Michael has been friends with Bokuto since they were five. They met when he and his family visited Florida.
Bokuto had a crush on Y/n since the moment they met. After Kuroo and Y/n started dating, Bokuto pushed his feelings down so it wouldn’t seem like he was betraying his friend.
Kenma is a double agent. Since he’s friends with Hinata, the two of them also talk about people within their friend groups.
John Michael’s full name is Jalen John Michael Thompson, but he doesn’t like “Jalen” or “Thompson” so he chooses to go by John Michael.
Y/n is obsessed with the ocean and all things ocean related. They sometimes call her Moana.
Akaashi is 100% the mom friend of the group. He does everything in his power to prevent the group from doing anything chaotic but inevitably gets dragged into it 80% of the time.
The group has a diner that they meet up at once weekly.
They call themselves “Fast and Curious” while Tsukishima’s group call themselves “Not Fast, Only Furious”. Isn’t it crazy?
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