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xstarsmvxz · 8 months

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𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐌𝐁 ❀

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 .𝟎𝟎𝟎 - 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

𝐞𝟒𝟐 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭! 𝐨𝐜

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ➬ Miles morales, a star student at Brooklyn Visions Academy finds himself infatuated with a certain red headed girl he’s never even spoken to (yet), causing him to have a mental battle whether he should talk to the schools best guitarist and registered ‘cool girl’ and risk embarrassing himself or just absolutely keep to himself and live a regret filled life. Unfortunately for him- the universe decided not to be on his side.

Athena Blake, the schools so called ‘cool girl’ and best guitarist notices a boy she recognises from her calculus and advanced English class staring at her a lot. At first the red headed beauty finds it cute and mostly jokingly makes fun of him for it, rarely sending small smirks and head tilts his way, sometimes having brief conversations. However, when she notices him beginning to always loom around her and seemingly follow her around, she decides to ask him about it.

𝐜𝐰 ➬ one way pining (for now..), Athena being a flirt, light swearing, Miles is lowkey a dork, ooc, he and uncle Aaron are still the prowler!!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ➬ 2.1k

The walls and hardwood floors of the dimly lit theatre room are basically vibrating as the strumming of guitars and booming sound of drums being played can be heard, playing along to the song ‘I hate myself for loving you’ by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts.

People passing the doors of the large theatre stop in their tracks to take a peek or turn their heads towards the noise, some bobbing their heads to the music as others roll their eyes and continue walking to whatever class they have next.

Inside of the theatre room is a small band, two guitarists and one drummer. The three friends are on the stage, a red light illuminating their figures as they play through the loud speakers, grateful that they all have free period.

The lead guitarist, a girl with cherry dyed red hair and popping green eyes finishes the song off, her fingers aching as she throws her head back and strums the final cords.

The girl turns around to face her two friends Ivory and Thomas with a beaming smile on her face, her cherry flavoured lipgloss shining from the light on the stage. Her red hair messily frames her face as she goes to speak but is interrupted by the schools choir teacher followed by a few students walking into the theatre as the door clicks.

The band silently pack up their things, leaving the schools drums on stage as the girl puts her red and black guitar back in its case, placing it in the back rooms before smiling at the choir teacher as the trio walk out of the door.

The door closes with a loud click as the three friends strut down the hallway, squinting their eyes as they try to stop the burning sensation from the schools extremely bright lights.

Ivory turns to her friends, talking about how the choir kids are always interrupting them and cutting their playing time short. Ivory had jet black hair and deep brown eyes, she had dark skin which Athena thought went extremely well with her gold jewellery. She was the bass guitarist of their band.

Thomas immediately agrees with his friend, rolling his eyes as he exaggerates how annoying they are and how bad their singing actually is. Thomas was your basic white boy, except he was very very gay. He had light brown fluffy hair and pretty hazel eyes. He was the bands drummer.

“Speaking of singers, we seriously need one guys, I mean think of how much better our band would be!” Athena speaks up, turning around to face her friends as she walks backwards, her beat up red converse tapping as she walks along the tiled floor.

“She has a point. How many bands don’t have at least four people?” Ivory agrees, tilting her head to face Thomas as she takes her grape flavoured lollipop out of her mouth.

Thomas just stared at her blankly as he thought about his friends thoughts. “Exactly.” Ivory says, putting her lollipop back into her mouth as she tucks her free hand into the pocket of her black zip up hoodie.

Athena let’s out a stifled laugh as she turns back around to walk properly- only to bump into somebody. “Oh! I’m sorry!” She apologises, her face flushed with embarrassment, “I wasn’t really focusing on where I was walking..” she trails off as she picks up the papers that she had caused the boy to drop.

The red headed girl passes the paper back to the boy with an awkward smile, watching as the boy just stares at her with surprise. “You alright there?” She questions, her brows furrowed as she tucks some of her messied hair behind her ear.

“Oh I- um.. yeah, I’m alright” The boy replies, snatching the paper out of the girls hand and muttering a small thank you before he hurries off, nearly tripping over his own feet.

Athena and her two friends watch as the boy speeds off, Ivory and Thomas giggle a bit as they watch the boy however, Athena just stares with furrowed brows, whispering something to herself “weird…”

The trio shrug it off and continue to walk towards their next class, hoping to get there early instead of late like usual. Thomas has social studies so he departs from his friends first, giving the girls a small smile and wave before walking into the already student filled classroom.

“Hey Athena! Hi Ivory!” Comes a voice from beside them, her voice sweet and chirpy. The two friends turn to face the girl, already knowing who it was just from the sound of her voice. “Hey Valentina.” Athena says with a soft smile as Ivory just waves.

Valentina was a kind and lovely girl, she was also well known around the school so she got invited to many social gatherings and parties, that’s kind of how Athena and her friends met the schools sweetheart.

Athena and Ivory continue their walk, walking down some stairs before Athena reaches her calculus class. The girl rolls her eyes at a small joke that ivory made before pushing the doors to her classroom open.

Heads turn as they watch the girl walk through the door, some people giving her smiles and waves as others continue to mind their business. Athena sits at her assigned desk, next to one of Valentina’s friends.

Her name was Isla and her and Athena had become good friends since meeting each other in class. “Hi Athena..” The blonde girl says, smiling at the red headed girl as she does small sketches in her book.

“Hey girl, do you know why literally nobody is here today?” Athena asks as she scans the classroom, placing her books down on the table. Isla shrugs, flipping her book to a fresh page as the teacher walks in before whispering to Athena, “I heard that nobody was going to come today because of the prowler’s attack last night..”

The red haired girl turns to face her friend with a puzzled face. “Why? It’s not like the prowler is going to attack the school, especially in broad daylight.” Athena states, opening her book and grabbing a pen to copy off of the board.

Isla just lets out a small “hm” as she begins to copy the work down, listening to the teachers lecture. The teachers monotone voice in soon silenced as the door opens with a squeak, the hinges practically begging to be replaced.

The boy from earlier walks in, his books in hand as he walks towards a table at the back, awkwardly sitting down with a quiet sigh. Athena stares at the boy as she can hear the teacher let out a groan at the boys tardiness before continuing his lecture. “Hey Isla..” the red haired girl whispers, “what’s that guy’s name?”

Isla turns to face the boy who is now also rushing to copy what’s written on the board. “Him? That’s Miles Morales, he’s super smart.” The blonde girl mumbles before gurning back around to face the board.

“Miles Morales..” Athena mutters to herself, tilting her head before she zones back into what the teacher is saying, her pen gliding along her paper as she continues to write.

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Miles Morales. That name has been running through the red haired girls head all day. I mean- he’s cute, shy, but very odd, not at all somebody Athena could see herself with.

The red haired girl now sat in AP English, unbothered to listen to the teachers lecture as she zones out on the boy siting in front of her, staring at his two neat braids at the back of his head. The boy must’ve felt her green eyes burning through him as he slowly turns around, looking at her over his shoulder.

They make eye contact for a solid three seconds before Athena realises that she’s been staring. The girl quickly picks her pencil back up and continues to write, her face flushed red with embarrassment.

Miles does the exact same, flustered and surprised that the girl was even staring at him in the first place. He had been watching her for weeks, well not watching watching her, just noticing her. Noticing that she dyes to roots of her hair red again every few weeks, noticing that she reapplies her cherry flavoured lipgloss on every hour or so, noticing that she wears the same necklace everyday- the silver one with the pretty red star in the middle.

Miles thought she was beautiful, from her looks to her personality. Everybody knew her and spoke of her, his friends would tell him how fun and nice she really is once you get to know her, they would tell him to just shoot his shot and talk to her because it’s not like she would laugh at him for it, or tell everyone.. would she?

Miles had many questions in his mind as he thought about the girl, not even realising that the bell had rung minutes ago until the teacher repeated his name for the third time, telling him that the lesson had ended as she wonders how the dazed boy hadn’t heard her.

The boy carry’s his belongings as he rushes out of the door, his brows furrowed as he hurriedly walks down the hall, wanting to get home as soon as possible to prevent anymore embarrassment for himself.

His wishes are soon cut short as well as his walking as his shoulder bumps into the back of somebody. Athena Blake. The boy lets out a quiet groan, just how unlucky was he today?

The red haired girl turns to face him with furrowed brows until she catches sight of his pretty braids, realising who had just bumped into her. “You sure you’re not doing it on purpose?” She chuckles as she turns to fully face the boy, forgetting about the conversation that she was having with Ivory and Valentina.

“W- what?” Miles’ nervous voice comes out as he awkwardly and apologetically smiles. “Bumping into me, are you sure you’re not doing it on purpose?” The girl repeats, her guitar slung over her back as her hands are occupied with a small knitted handbag and her phone.

“No, no! I didn’t mean to- I didn’t mean to bump into you earlier either.. I.. I just wasn’t-“ The flustered boys speaking was cut short as Athena lets out a loud, obnoxious laugh, causing the few people in the near empty hallway to stare.

“I’m just fucking with you, we’re cool.” The girl says, widely smiling at miles, putting her pretty little tooth gem on display. “Oh.. we’ll still I’m sorry, my bad.” Miles awkwardly apologises with a small smile on his face.

Why was he so nervous around her? He was never nervous. Not even around other girls, not even when talking with strangers and definitely not when he was getting chased by the police as the prowler.

Valentina taps the red haired girls shoulder with a smile on her face as Athena turns around to face her brunette friend. Valentina and Ivory inform Athena that they’re all about to leave to hangout at her house, laughing at her interaction with the boy that they had most definitely been listening to.

Athena puts her phone in the pocket if her hoodie, grasping her knitted bag tighter as she follows her friends out, not before turning her head to face the boy with a smile on her face, “see ya around, Miles..”

The boy just stares at her as she walks, watching the was her hips sway and her plump thighs rub against each other as she lightly jogs to catch up with her friends. He was shocked that she knew his name, knowing damn well that he had never told her.

For the rest of the day Athena’s sweet voice echoed through Miles’ head, even as he showered, even as he ate dinner with his uncle and mom, even as he blared music through his ears, music that reminded him of her. The same sentence would never leave his head,“see ya round, Miles..”

He was done for, completely infatuated with the girl and he knew it, as much as he would deny it to this friends, he knew deep down that they all knew as well. Cute scenarios played in his head from the second he fell asleep to the second he woke up, when those scenarios were replaced by her sweet voice once again.

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𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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moralesmilesanhour · 6 months

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lil' baby crush

summary: gwen pays miles a visit and gets him to go to one(1) college party. wc: ~1400 a/n: this isn't canon-compliant in that gwen is gay and miles is bisexual here. he's like the 'damn nobody want u fr' 'im sayin like!' image. enjoy!

Miles sighed and sunk down into his chair, the blue light from his laptop illuminating his face. He was currently the only one occupying the shared dorm room, working on an essay that wasn’t due until next month while his roommate was out doing…whatever he was doing.

Partying, probably.

Despite what he’d often told his parents to explain his sudden disappearances, Miles didn’t really do parties.

He’d had a taste of them in the form of school dances at Brooklyn Middle: you get there, maybe talk to your friends a little, then stand around trying to figure out how, when, and for how long to dance while the same ten songs rattle your eardrums.

If he wanted to blast his ears with music for several hours straight, he figured that’s what his trusty bass-boosted headphones at home were for. No complex social ballet required. Even better, he could choose the playlist.

But it sure made for some boring-ass Friday nights.

Miles got up and rolled his shoulders, fully prepared to go lie in bed for another hour, when he caught a familiar golden light flash across his window. He grinned to himself, wondering which member of what Hobie had affectionately called ‘the Spider-band’ had swung by for a visit.

Tap, tap, tap.

Gwen’s white mask appeared in the frame. She waved as Miles padded over to the window and pushed it open wide enough for her to climb through. Just as her muddy converses were about to touch the floor, he raised an eyebrow.

“Gwanda, you know better.”

“Right, forgot about that,” Gwen laughed, kicking them off. “Old habits, y’know?”

Miles shook his head and grinned.

“So, how’s the thing with MJ going?”

Gwen removed her mask, revealing shoulder-length blonde hair. It fell in choppy layers, and she had replaced the soft pink dye at the tips with a fiery orange.

"Well, it's…going."

Miles crossed his arms.

"Gwen…You did talk to her, right?"

"Y-yeah! I spoke to her," Gwen gnawed at her bottom lip before mumbling, "Once. On the subway."

"Absolutely tragic," he exclaimed dramatically as he fell back on his bed. "My best friend has absolutely no game!"

"Oh, you're one to talk! You think I forgot about 'the shoulder touch'?"

Miles sat straight up.

"I thought we agreed to never speak of that again."

"Just saying," Gwen hopped off of the window sill and sat at Miles' desk. "Enough about me, though. How's campus life? You get wasted at any parties yet?"

Miles shrugged.

"I got invited to one nearby that's supposed to be tonight, but I stayed back. No club meetings this week, either, so…"

Her eyes widened.

"So you're just sitting here?"

"I'm being productive," he corrected, pointing to his laptop. "See? I'm half-way done with that essay, I could probably turn it in a week early."

"Miles."

"What? I'm chilling, Gwen, seriously! Just me and my, uh…" Miles glanced at his bookshelf. "...crossword puzzles."

Gwen stood resolutely, already having made a decision in her head.

"Pick an outfit, we're going to that party."

"Whoah, whoah, wait, hold on–"

Miles hopped to his feet as she threw open his closet and began rummaging through it.

"Since when do you wear sweater vests?"

She held up several hangers with sweater vests of various colors.

"I wanted to look distinguished…?"

"Nerd," she snorted. "Oh, this bomber jacket looks sick! Feel like going out with it?"

Miles laughed, "Something tells me I don't have much of a choice."

"Correct," Gwen smirked, tossing the jacket at him. "I’m gonna have to borrow one of these hoodies."

After a twenty-minute walk (Miles didn’t want to risk swinging), the two stopped in front of a run-down apartment building. Loud music and spinning lights from mini disco balls spilled out of the windows.

"This is it," Miles breathed. "If my first party sucks or gets raided by the cops, I'm never speaking to you again."

"Never know until you try," Gwen replied. "Shall we?"

The place was already packed. There was a lively beer pong game happening in the kitchen, while a pack of students were strung along the walls in the living room puffing clouds of marijuana smoke into the air. The group in the middle of the room, of course, was dancing. Or something that closely resembled dancing.

Miles glanced across the room, scanning the sea of swaying bodies when he noticed one lounging on the couch.

The figure was staring down into a red solo cup, a full head of blonde, ear-length dreads obscuring half of his face until he looked up.

In a devastating miscalculation, Miles let himself stare a little longer until he realized that their eyes had met. He froze, as if the stranger’s dark eyes kept him in place.

Gwen followed his line of vision. She’d seen that look on Miles’ face before: once when they first met at Visions, and again when Hobie had invited them to a concert and she’d caught Miles ogling the bassist.

She grinned and clapped him on the shoulder.

"I'll be by the speakers. Go get 'em, tiger."

Despite his sneakers feeling like they were made of concrete, he took a step forward, then another, keeping his eyes on his target all the while.

The other boy tilted his head in amusement.

"Um," Miles began, "I-Is this spot taken?"

"Well, I'm sitting in it, so…"

Real smooth, Miles.

"No! I mean, like, next to you–"

The boy’s eyes became crescent moons as he burst into laughter.

"Relax, I know what you meant. Spot's free," he gestured towards the empty area on the couch to his right.

"O-oh, cool. Thanks," Miles laughed awkwardly. The couch sank beneath him when he sat down.

How the fuck do you flirt with dudes?

He could barely fumble his way through flirting with women, riding almost entirely on them finding his utter lack of game endearing. Now here he was, glancing back and forth between the stranger and a wall.

"Yo, you want a drink?" The boy asked, snapping Miles out of his thoughts. "You look like you need one."

He was probably right.

"Sure, I don't mind."

He rose to his feet, revealing more of his outfit: an oversized black tee layered over a white shirt, with a red kilt draped over a pair of dark wash jeans. A real Jaden Smith type, it seemed. But maybe Miles was into that.

It wasn't long before he returned with a second solo cup, which he pushed into Miles' hand.

"So," he asked with a grunt as he sat, "Why you not dancin'?"

Miles snorted, and shook his head.

"I don't dance. Was never too good at it."

"Ah, but is the point of dancing to be good at it?"

"Don't get philosophical with me now, I'm a STEM major," Miles grinned, then took a sip of whatever was in his cup.

He tried his best to hide his disdain for the brown liquid, but the grimace on his face made it evident. "I didn't catch your name, by the way."

"Call me TJ."

"That's a cute name–I mean, a nice name," Miles winced at himself. "A very…normal name."

TJ laughed, revealing a gap-toothed smile that made Miles' chest swell. "Thanks. Yours?"

"Miles. Miles Morales."

"I think your name's cuter. Bonus points for alliteration."

Miles felt heat rushing up to his ears and cheeks. He hadn't had enough to drink for him to blame it on that.

"So, why aren't you dancing?" He asked, changing the subject.

TJ shrugged.

"I prefer to people-watch."

"Oh, so when you do it, it's 'people-watching'," Miles made air quotes with his fingers. "I see how you move."

"And yet here you are, talking to me anyway. No idea why you chose me to sit next to, by the way. It's hella empty seats."

Miles bit his lip.

"I…didn't come over here just to find a seat, actually."

TJ raised a bleached eyebrow.

"So what did you come here for? Clearly not to get high, your pupils look normal."

Miles took a deep breath, his heartbeat louder in his ears than the music.

"You, um…You're…"

Holy shit, just say something!

"Do you like boys? I'm not asking for a friend."

Oh my god. Not like that.

TJ blinked, then a smirk began to spread across his face as he came to a realization.

"Why, yes. Yes I do. You wanna get outta here? I know a place with actual food."

Miles let out a breathy laugh.

"You have no idea how relieved I am to hear that."

"I think I have some idea. You're sweating."

Before he could respond, Miles felt his phone vibrate in his jacket. It was Gwen.

-gwanda: finally!!

-gwanda: if u don’t get his number im gonna be so mad at u. be back by midnight!!

He rolled his eyes.

-miles: ok mom

Miles shut off his phone and rose to his feet, as TJ had already done. He took a deep breath.

“Shall we?”

#can i even tag this as a gen fic #miles morales fic #miles morales headcanons #gwen stacy headcanons #atsvplatonic #miles morales x reader #atsv fic #miles morales x oc

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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 7 months

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I have a spidersona but i feel i won't get accepted because I ship her with Miles...🤦🏾‍♀️

Honestly GO FOR IT - like RUN AT IT

The best part and root of fanfiction is exploring and expanding on parts of the character we don't get to see on screen. And OCs are THE BEST at doing that.

SO DO IT. GO FOR IT no matter who you are!!

TBH I've always been rather meh about canon couples because like.. I know they're gonna end up together so I don't really crave things like fanart for them.

To me Canon Couples are like a jumpscare. If I know it's coming it's gonna get less of a reaction.

That's why a lot of my Spidey-writing pre-ATSV is about dancing around MJ and keeping her platonic. I much prefer Felicia Hardy (The Black Cat) because she challenges Peter's character in a way we don't often see.

The same goes for SpideyPool too. It's so cute because Spidey is nice to everyone, but REALLY sassy with Wade.

Relationships and OCs can bring out so much color and variety in a character, that like...they're so useful writing wise. Not just in a fanfic sense, but expanding your writing.

AND I AM NOT ABOVE KILLING OFF CANON CHARACTERS - DO IT FOR THE ANGSTTTT and for the indulgence I'm genuinely surprised I haven't seen anyone kill off Gayatri and ship an OC with Pavitr cause like...nothing stopping you. That's a great fic opportunity.

And if Hobie gets a Mary-Jane: hell yeah I'd kill her in a heartbeat NO MERCY idgaf how happy she makes him and im deadass!!!! fjgdgjdgh

I will ALWAYS say OCs are the best writing practice, far beyond canon stuff. Because not only are you writing canon characters, but you're shaping and filling in gaps in your story, and reflecting how characters react when a whole new influence (your OC) is brought into the situation.

OCs ARE MY LIFEBLOOD OKAY -

I know you didn't ask for this but

OFF-TOPIC SIDEBAR: Adults can ship their OCs with Minors - That's literally how all writing works

[below is a short rant where I beef about people who say 'Adults shouldn't ship their OCs with teenagers' - spoiler alert: EVERY minor ship in media is written by an adult.]

One final sidebar before I go cause I feel like this is such a weird thing people have beef with -

I find it SO WEIRD when people are like 'Oh adults shouldn't ship or write their OCs with minors that's weird and nasty'

Like ?????????? ?? ???? ?? Think about that sentence.

So. Who you think wrote the movie then? You telling me a minor wrote ATSV?? They had a 16 year write the movie??

Or did an adult do it? Like how adults wrote literally every minor relationship you've watched..since the begininning of time?? Cause like - Wasn't....Gwen & Miles romance written by an adult?? Am I missing something?????

Stranger Things. Wednesday. Riverdal?? The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle Leonardo and April?? MCU Spiderman 1, 2, AND 3???

TWILIGHT??? ALL teens dating, written by an adult. JOHN GREEN FAULT IN OUR STARS?? HELOO??

Like.........99.5% of the relationships about minors you read is written by adults. Almost EVERY ship of fictional minors are written by an adult shipping their characters together sfhkjghkjdfgshkjdg

Are we arresting people for that now cause if so put the writers of Euphoria IN CUFFS and put a curse on their land!!!!!

idk it's just funny logic to me cause like ?????? my sibling in christ you are enjoying the adult written minor relationship as we speak djkgfdgjkf

"Don't write your OC in love with Miles, the only adult that can do that is the dozens of adults in the writers room getting paid to do just that, most of which didn't create Miles or Gwen themselves"

umm.. ok.

Make OCs, ship them, explore character relationships, WRITE. Ship them with canon characters, talk about your OCs like they're canon, let them build relationships and grow within the story nobody can stop you.

And last point honestly saying adults can't write stuff like that - HORRIBLE writing advice. HORRIBLE.

Because if you're a writer who can only write adults and you leave younger people out of your story - or you write teenagers as adults because you have no experience writing them... not a good look. How do you expect to write a character arc with a character that doesn't age or go through stages of their lives? You need range to write all ages. Half of romance movies out there start with them falling in love as kids and reuniting, you need to know how to write people at different stages of life. Telling adults they can't write anyone below 18 is just...not good advice. Like you can't just...refuse to write a large part of the population??

N E Wayyyyyy Once again this became a rant lol but this isn't like an angry one, it's like a '???why is the statement??? why it exist when it make no sense'

here hobie look at him wooo

hes so sassy looking :3 i love him his shape up is so nice

Bye.

#hc hobie has resting bitch face and diane is always smiling so people see them and are like????#is she harassing him again #no hes just very focused on her very long and detailed story #anyway what was i saying #spidersonas #spidersona #rant #Ocs #canon x oc #miles morales #miles morales x oc #miles x oc

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moralesmilesanhourlibrary · 6 months

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pass a good time (pt. 1, 2, + 3)

summary: a new girl moves in from louisiana and has her eyes on a special someone. originally posted: oct. 19, 26, 2019 and june 16, 2023 (yikes) a/n: I may re-write this one day but that day is not today <3 as much fun as this was to write at the time i'm not super proud of it but whatever

pt. 1:

Adélaïde moved to Brooklyn from New Orleans about a week ago, and started school at Visions Academy. To be quite honest, she was only impressed with the building for about a day. The polished walls, colorful quotes, and escalators were cute, but it was all for show, anyways. Most of her friends weren’t there to “give the place some seasoning��, as they used to say. Maya was the only friend Addie had at Visions.

The eight classes she had every day were a blur, except one: physics. Addie’s mom was a physicist, and taught her everything she knew. Addie wanted to decipher how the world moved; how time flowed, and how people got pulled around. That’s the best she could describe it. There was one other thing that made physics special, though: the boy that sat in the third row, three seats from the left.

For the life of her, Addie couldn’t catch his name. Teacher spoke it too fast. The boy’s hand confidently shot up every class, loaded up with a smile and a right answer. She wanted to talk with him for hours about the multiverse and relativity so he could flash that little smile at her, just once. But alas, Addie only had that one class with him, and his locker was nowhere near here, that was for sure.

“Girl, go talk to him!”

“How? I don’t even know where he be at!”

Addie was doing her usual monologue on how fine “the boy in my physics class” was, and Maya had had enough. “I have like, most of my classes with him. Name’s Morales, or something like that.” The brown-skinned girl shook her head. “He always be sleepin’ in class, but somehow he got all As. I feel like he cheats.” Addie gasped.

“But that boy seems so nice! Can you talk to him for me, please?” The girl pouted at her friend. “Nope,” Maya stood firm. “You can talk to him yourself”. She glanced behind her, and sure enough, there was Morales. Addie tensed as Maya’s eyes sparkled mischievously.

“Aye Morales!”

Addie’s eyes widened as the Morales in question approached the table. He practically slid into a seat at the table. Right next to Addie.

Her heart was suddenly in her throat as Maya introduced him.

“My friend thinks you cute”-

“She’s lying,” Addie interrupted. “I’m Adelaide.” Taking a deep breath, she mustered a grin, trying her best to look the boy in his face. “Um, I-I saw how much you knew about, you know, physics and stuff. I’m just tryna talk.” Real smooth. Addie winced internally at her awkwardness.

To her surprise and delight, the boy’s face lit up. “It’s all good, I’m Miles. It’s nice to finally meet you.” Finally. So he’d been waiting…? A little more comfortable now, Addie continued, “I’m kinda new here. From New Orleans, actually.” Miles noted the way she pronounced ‘New Orleans’ like 'Nawlins’ and grinned.

Chuckling, he asked, “So, how you like Brooklyn?” Addie’s cheeks heated up, and she thanked the Lord her gingerbread skin kept Miles from noticing. “It’s real fast out here. Beautiful buildings, but it’s a lil’ noisy, y'know?” Miles nodded thoughtfully. “Alotta people from the South say the city’s too fast. It’s interesting. Maybe time moves different down there. Time is relative.” He winked after making the physics joke, making Addie feel like she wouldn’t be able to get up from her seat after the lunch period ended.

Like clockwork, the bell rang, and students began packing their things to go. Maya grinned at her friend knowingly, having watched the conversation unfold. As Addie zipped up her bag, Miles stopped behind her.

“Hey,” he began, “It was nice talking to you. I never hear you speak in physics.” At a loss for words, Addie could only nod her head. Miles inched a little closer. “I like your accent,” he almost-whispered. Cheekily mimicking the girl’s cadence, Miles called out, “see ya 'round, N'awlins!” as he left.

pt. 2:

Addie had been staring at her phone for five minutes now at the notification.

'Adelaide has an updated grade of a B (89%) in Spanish I'.

Addie sucked in a breath. A 'B'? That was the best she could do? The girl had an A or higher in every other class and that 'B' was really fucking up her vibe. Addie had to do something. There was a quiz in exactly 3 days; that was her chance. She found Maya the next day at breakfast.

"Maya, how you feel about Spanish?"

Flippantly, Addie's friend replied, "I got a C in that class. Not too fond of Spanish." Addie groaned and slumped in her seat. Failed quizzes were no joke. She could barely stomach a B, let alone a C. "I can't fail this class, Maya. Help ya girl out?"

Sighing, Maya thought for a second. A smirk appeared on the girl's face.

"Miles speaks Spani--"

"Now you stop right there!" Addie sharply interrupted. Exasperated, Maya retorted, "What is it with you and avoiding this boy? You want good grades, don't you? That 4.0 GPA?" Addie knew she was right. Why'd she have to be right...?

Still, Addie refused. Instead, the girl opted for flashcards on Quizlet, and they helped. A little. The night before the quiz, it'd slipped Addie's mind to look at Quizlet a second time, though. Big mistake.

Addie sat stiffly at her desk, brows furrowed at the piece of paper in front of her. '¿Que día es ante miércoles?' Addie had all but forgotten the days of the week.

At some point, the teacher announced, "Treinta segundos!" Thirty seconds. Shit. Addie started randomly filling in the answer sheet and hoped for the best. Sooner or later, time was up. She sighed in resignation.

The next day, Addie almost fainted at her updated Spanish grade. Yup, she had a C. For fear of getting an 'I told you so' speech from Maya, Addie said nothing.

"I dunno, I think Mr. Edwards would be more of a scammer," Addie was explaining. "What about Coach Morris?"

"Yeah, he definitely killed somebody." The two girls burst into a fit of laughter at the lunch table. A voice called out from behind, "What's all this about killing people?" Maya and Adelaide looked up to see Miles, having just walked in and approaching a seat next to Maya.

"We was talking about which teachers got a criminal record," Maya answered. "Whatchu think?" Miles thought about it. "I think Ms. Morreira kinda"-- Miles makes a hand motion as if smoking a cigarette--"if you know what I mean?" Maya snickered, but Addie straight up cackled, earning her a few weird glances from passersby, at which she clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle the sound. Real awkward. Thankfully, no one really noticed, and kept the jokes going.

Maya chimed in again, "I really do think she be coming to class high sometimes, though!" Imitating the woman's drawl, Maya and Miles said in unison, "Vien-te se-gun-dos!"

While the other two had their fun, Addie stayed relatively quiet, gaze drifting toward Miles and his boisterous laugh. What if she told a bad joke? Actually speaking was too much of a risk, in her mind.

"Oh yeah, speaking of Spanish," Maya starts, "Did you do good on that quiz?" Miles boasts, "I got a 100. Nothin' new." Addie saw her chance. "Could you help me study? My grades look ugly right now and I was told you speak a lil Spanish." The boy grinned and nodded, to Addie's relief.

Miles reached into his pocket for a pen and scratched out something on a napkin, handing it to Addie. She had to keep her eyes from becoming saucers as she realized the digits hastily written on the napkin were a phone number. His phone number! "Thanks," Addie squeaked, as the bell rang. She'd never entered a new contact into her phone so fast.

pt. 3:

Addy’s thumb hovered over Miles’ contact as she sat in front of her chromebook, bleary-eyed. She’d gotten Miles’ number (or rather, Maya had gotten it for her) after Addy had gotten a ‘C’ on her last Spanish quiz and nearly fainted.

The empty PowerPoint presentation woefully would not complete itself. The assignment should’ve been simple: discuss three dishes from your Spanish-speaking country of choice. She had chosen Puerto Rico, easy, right?

‘Easy’, until it was 11:55 pm, 24 hours before the shit was due. Desperate times, desperate measures.

Adelaide, 11:56pm: hey, sorry to bother you so late! I’m struggling bad w this Spanish assignment and I was wondering if you could help?

Miles, 12am: hey addy

I gotchu right now gimme a second

Addy nearly jumped as a FaceTime call from Miles lit up her screen not moments later, ripping off her bonnet with a speed that could cause whiplash. She sat up in her bed as straight as she could, fumbling for her glasses as she accepted the call.

#miles morales x reader #miles morales x black!reader #miles morales x oc #category: og fic

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xxoxobree · 3 months

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I’m thinking about getting Myself some Miles Morales merch cause duhhh!!! I’m also thinking about giving away a single item of said merchandise. Good idea ? No ? 👀

Comment if you’d want it , dm, inbox whatever🤷🏽‍♀️

Must be a follower of ya girl 🙃

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aeshiinou · 8 months

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some prowler miles x oc doodles i did for the past month !!! and also some oc stuffs cuz why not

these two drawings are my favorite >:))) more under the cut!

this is them. reading a comic together.

and the second one is just gossiping (i like to think hes a gossip boyfriend leave me alone!)

this one….they had an argument, and maria (my oc) stormed off and swing through the city to clear her head off, while thinking about how to resolve this problem, and miles followed her…also wanting to apologize to her and make things right (i love a healthy relationship!)

second pic was drawn cuz i was tired of college orientation assignments…i missed miles.

and here comes the oc bio (i’ll probably make a seperate post but this is for the people who just came across my post)

dont think i have much to explain here…so yeah thats all thanks ✨✨

sorry some of these looked messy

#across the spiderverse #miles morales #earth 42 miles morales #miles g morales #miles morales x oc #oc x canon #yumeship #spiderverse oc x canon #spiderverse oc #spidersona #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderman: atsv #atsv #art #fanart #atsv fanart #spiderverse fanart

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lolaversee · 11 months

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GATHER AROUND THOSE LOOKING FOR AN ATSV FIC SERIES. AND SPOILERS FOR THE MOVIE!!!

From what i’ve seen it’s easier to gain a community/other to talk to on here than wattpad but im not familiar with writing here at all so I wont write here. This is my first time using tumblr so 😭. This idea has been eating at me since Thursday and I just love it. It is not an x reader, something i saw often here, opposed to where wattpad has a lot of oc stories.

Oc is mexican and a spider. Her name is Mariana Bravo and she is the black widow (im aware she probably already exists but idc) she’s from earth- 1577 (my made up universe) and she is 15. Her love interest is earth- 1610 Miles.

I don’t want to give away too much but the general idea is this- In her universe, Miles dies when a villain from another universe lands in hers, alongside her father, but they weren’t supposed to- at least not yet. Her two canons were catalyzed by the villain landing in her universe. Sort of like with Gwen, Miguel arrives in her universe and helps her. It is there that he decides to take her in and she becomes part of spider society.

Then nearing ATSV after Gwen joins. Miguel decides someone should keep an eye on Miles and NOT Gwen because he thinks it’s dangerous. He chooses Mariana for some reason- out of all the spiders he chose her. But he sets some rules- Miles can’t know of the existence of the society meaning she can’t get close to him. She’s stuck watching someone she lost be happy and live their life without her. Until one day, after a super stressful day of being spider man, Miles has a mild breakdown. Before this she was stuck watching from afar, admiring and observing. But she gets a bit too close. She knew she wasn’t supposed to but she just couldn’t help it. But when Miguel finds out, he stops it before she gets any deeper. Thats all i’m giving out which was a lot i’d say but all of this is prior to the events of Gwen meeting with Miles again so I’d say safe? Anyways i’m trying to also make her have a platonic relationship with Miguel and her being a daughter figure because I go weak for platonic and found family fics.

Anyways anyone interested please head to my wattpad @/todoslosdolores . The introduction and playlist will probably be done soon maybe by tomorrow and I’ll probably just use this for updates since i’m assuming because this’ll be posted like 2 days before those 2 come out that a a good amount of the people reading will come from here? Idk lol.

Ok bye im done

- Lola.

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bl00dsuccker · 10 months

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more than me? - e-1610!miles

i kinda don’t like this one 😭

writing one for e-42!miles because i can’t not write about him

was this inspired by a eruri (erwin x levi) tik tok sound?

no 😁 ok maybe…

this is a miles x my spidersona blurb! my spidersona does go by she/they pronouns so i do switch between the two. and ofc they’re black 🤷🏽‍♀️

atsv divider by @//saradika

“ouch!” miles hissed as xavier pressed alcohol onto miles’ wounds.

“sorry,” xavier mumbled under their breath as they threw away the bloody cotton ball into the trash with other bloody cotton balls. “all done.” she gave a small smile to the boy currently lying down on her bed.

“thank you, xavi.” miles smiled back as he rested his hand on her cheek.

usually, xavier’s heart would’ve fluttered at the simple touch of her boyfriend’s hand, but today? she had too much to think about. xavier gently grabbed her boyfriend’s hand & set it down on his lap and got up from him, going to find some spare clothes for him to wear that he’d left over there one day.

miles immediately knew something was wrong. the look on xavier’s face the entire time, wasn’t the same worried look they would always give to miles whenever he came swinging through their window to get bandaged up or to simply just stay with them. this look it was…something else entirely, and it chilled miles to the bone.

“x? what’s wrong?” miles asked sitting up, wincing silently.

“nothing. here.” xavier threw the boy a random graphic tee and some sweatpants.

miles caught the clothes but put them beside him on the bed.

“come here, xavi.”

xavier sighed before making their way over to miles. they stood in between miles legs and miles wrapped his arms around their stomach & looked up at them.

“what’s wrong baby?” he asked, looking up at them.

xavier sighed. she didn’t want to ask him the burning question on her mind. she already thought she was being quite selfish by even thinking of such a ridiculous question.

“just…does being spider-man mean more to you than your own safety?” xavier muttered.

if it wasn’t for miles’ super hearing, he wouldn’t have even heard her.

“well, being spider-man means that brooklyn stays safe, so if i get a couple of bruises and scratches, it’s nothing. as long as the city is safe.” miles responded.

of course miles morales would say something like that.

“ok but what about your safety? sure, the city will be safe but what about you?”

“i’ll be fine xav-“

“miles. this—“ xavier pointed to the multiple scratches and bruises on his body, “—is not fine. when you’re spiderman, you don’t get to be “fine”, because every single super villian is on your ass. you’re not fine keeping the biggest secret ever away from any family member. this whole situation is not fine.”

miles sighed. xavier unfortunately did have a point. but he wouldn’t let them know that.

“it’s apart of the job. i’m not gonna come home after every fight looking pretty. you know how it is.” miles responded back with a little sass in his tone as he slid his hands to the side of xavier’s thighs.

“i didn’t say you would, but these injuries are becoming more and more frequent and it’s worrying me—“

“you don’t need to be worried, i can handle myself.”

xavier blinked dumbly at miles and stepped away from him, causing his hands to fall to his lap.

“don’t-don’t worry about you?” she stared at him dumbfounded. “ok, put yourself in my shoes. how would you feel if i came into your room every night with cuts and bruises, the likes of which you’ve never seen? would you be fine with me telling you ‘not to worry’?!”

“of course not-“

“then don’t tell me not to worry about you!” xavier exclaimed.

miles just stared at them, questions now floating around in his mind, like about where all of this was coming from and was there a point.

“where is this all coming from?” he asked.

“does being spider-man mean more to you than your parents seeing their son in a hospital bed or-or a casket, or me having to drag you to said hospital?” xavier blurted out.

everytime miles came through xavier’s window with more and more bruises & scratches, it made her worry more and more and it made question many things, which she thought herself selfish for. he was in pain and here she was, questioning whether or not behind being spider-man meant more to him than she did.

“i know what being spiderman does to people. i know what it costs. i just…don’t wanna lose you.” xavier mumbled.

“so you want me to stop being spider-man?” miles accused.

“no, that’s not what i’m—shit. maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. i know im selfish for even thinking such a thing but when you are the person you are and i’m the person i am…it’s hard not to think like that.” xavier said.

they sat there in silence. so many questions and so much tension ran through in the small little combined bedroom.

xavier felt bad for even mentioning what they had said. they felt bad.

miles was trying to process what they had said, he didn’t know how to feel as of right now.

“does being spider-man mean more than me?”

if they’re laying out everything on the table, might as well lay it all out.

miles stared at xavier, dumbfounded.

what?

miles had never sat down and leveled who was above his spider powers and who wasn’t. he didn’t think he had to. now that the question was in front in him, he didn’t know how to respond or react to it.

fuck.

the more silent he stayed, the more xavier wasn’t so confident in the answer she thought he would give.

“miles. it’s a yes or no question. does being spiderman-“

“i don’t know.”

there it was.

xavier could feel her heart break into a thousand tiny pieces. she knew she was selfish enough to ask was the safety of brooklyn more important than her but still…she wanted him to say no.

“then what are we standing here for?” xavier deadpanned.

“what are you saying?” he asked, ignoring how shaky he felt and how he could feel how all of his wounds felt at once.

“i think we both know what i’m saying, miles. if being spiderman means more to you then…go be spiderman. go save brooklyn.”

and miles heard his heart break into a billion thousand tiny pieces

#Spotify #miles morales #atsv miles #miles morales x oc #spidersona #miles morales x spidersona #spiderverse oc #so i made this #spider-man angst #angst #BL00DSUCCKER #itsv oc #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #miles morales x reader

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trinitymage · 6 months

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More Gavin content!

I drew this months ago, but apparently, I never posted it?

Well, I'll post it now in honor of me platinuming Spider-Man 2 (PS5)!

#my art #marvel #marvel original character #marvel oc #oc x miles morales #miles morales x oc

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qiuweyballs · 6 months

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comic i did at maybe 1am

explanation under the cut

basically in this timeline theyre in junior year after damian was expelled from midtown and kingpin ‘helped’ him get a place at visions

damian is an Absolute wreck rn since he misses peter way too much and wants to die

like mother like son he resorts to cigarettes instead of… talking. he knows atp the relationship is un salvageable

miles’ reaction is obv from gwen, lets say that in this timeline this is after btsv and miles can’t bring himself to reconcile

miles doesn’t know why he hangs out w damian. he’s the worst influence possible and doesn’t show many redeeming qualities except in academics…

he can’t say kindness since he had a few prejudices towards damian, so pity? that’s not right either since he actively scolds him for smoking at the back of skl

atp miles and cosmas are just childhood buddies there’s nothing going on (yet) so ig this is implied smokeflower in a distant yaoi way

#miles morales 1610 #miles morales x oc #atsv art #atsv miles #chewy thinks ♪#damian yang #damian are you okay baby #peter parker x oc #lil pete cameo #smokespider!#🚬🕷️!#smokeflower!#🚬🌻!

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moralesmilesanhour · 10 months

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pass a good time

Miles Morales x Black! Original Character

A/N: so I'm definitely not finishing this series because I'm just not feeling it anymore 😭 but I found a continuation of pt. 1 in my google docs and a lot of people seem to like it even after a whopping 4 years! Here u go 🫶🏾

Addy’s thumb hovered over Miles’ contact as she sat in front of her chromebook, bleary-eyed. She'd gotten Miles' number (or rather, Maya had gotten it for her) after Addy had gotten a 'C' on her last Spanish quiz and nearly fainted.

‘Easy’, until it was 11:55 pm, 24 hours before the shit was due. Desperate times, desperate measures.

Adelaide, 11:56pm: hey, sorry to bother you so late! I’m struggling bad w this Spanish assignment and I was wondering if you could help?

Miles, 12am: hey addy

I gotchu right now gimme a second

#miles morales #miles morales x reader #miles morales x black!reader #miles morales x oc #moralesanhour

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daydreamvalley · 10 months

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My aesthetic? Miguel O’Hara.

Continuation of my irl Miguel reimagining

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vrisrezis · 10 months

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Atsv characters realizing they’re in love with you

Gwens on the verge of tears, it’s the first time you’ve ever seen her like this in all the time you’ve known her. You’ve known gwen for almost your entire life, and never once have you ever seen her in such a state of affairs.

You suppose it’s reasonable, she lost Peter and she thinks she lost her father forever, the only other people she ever had. And then there’s you. Somebody she felt such deep emotions for even if she was unaware how deep they ran.

There’s so many emotions and so many thoughts running through her head, when she sees you for the first time in what feels like years.

You don’t say anything.

You stare at her, the state she’s in.

Your movements are slow and meticulous, calculated. And she wonders if you’re doing that because you’re cautious, because you’re scared of her.

“I don’t know what dad told you.” fear drips from her vocal cords, “but I promise you,” she’s desperate, wanting your touch so badly but fearing you truly saw her as a monster too, “I would never, ever, kill Peter.”

the building you’re both on, feels so much darker than it really is. It feels like she’s revealing herself to her dad for the first time all over again. She wants to cave in on herself but she fights every need to push you away because she needs you in her life.

“And believe me, I wanted to tell you! I did! I really did!” she tries desperately to explain, finally letting a tear slip out.

As soon as she let one go, it became a waterfall of tears.

“I love you.” she says, voice barely above a whisper, taking you both by surprise.

She realizes what she said, but she doesn’t dwell on it for much longer. Because she realizes, finally, what she said was true.

And now that she finally knows what it is she’s truly been feeling for you all these years, it hurts even more to look at you and not know what you could possibly think about her. She wishes she knew what was going through your head, she wishes she could just tell what you were feeling by searching your face but she just can’t find anything. She doesn’t know what you make of this. She doesn’t know if she’s going to lose you today.

“Please.” she feels her lips wobble, she knows she’s going to completely break down if you don’t say something, anything, in the next minute.

All she’s met with is more silence.

Miles knew he had a crush on you, sure. That simply made sense, it was common knowledge to anyone that wasn’t an idiot. Well, except you. But miles didn’t think you were an idiot, just maybe oblivious. It’s not like he minded, he was grateful that he liked the one, singular person in this very world that was oblivious enough to not catch onto Miles’s adoration for you.

Miles talked about you a lot, admittedly. His parents were naturally happy he had found an actual friend that wasn’t away, that wasn’t ganke, and that clearly made him so happy. In fact, Rio mentions how she’s never seen her son so happy to talk about somebody. She had teased him a few times, and although miles tried to deny it, both her and Jeff knew he liked you a little bit more than a friend should. Though, a little bit is a stretch. He liked you a LOT more than a friend should.

And man, when you finally met them. Ohhh boy.

Miles had tried to prevent it for so long, in fear his parents would embarrass him, even worse if they didn’t like you. But he had been delaying the inevitable long enough, and the time had finally came.

In the past, Rio had teased him about being in love. Of course, miles denied the fact. He had a crush sure, but love? That’s a lot, isn’t it?

But seeing you interact with his parents, getting along with them so well. Even with his dad?

He just can’t stop staring, and while normally Rio would be concerned, she simply walks over to her son with a knowing smile.

“I think Im in love.”

“I know, mijo”

Hobie had a rough day, to say the least. Being spiderpunk, spiderman, was tough. And as much as he complained about it, he was perfectly content with the way he went on living. Especially since it had given him the power to protect you, and fight for his beliefs.

But regardless it was sometimes a painful experience, being spiderman. The gash on his side wasn’t too huge, but was deep enough to cause him pain anytime he walked. Swinging around wasn’t much better.

He decided to swing by your place, since it was closer to him and while he hated the idea of bothering you while he was in this state, hated the idea of worrying you, he knew it was the best option if he wanted to get back to fighting as quick and as painless as possible.

He lets himself in through the window, as always. He walks over to your hunched over form at your desk, peeking over. “Biochem?” he asked aloud, and you, unbothered, simply nod. “Yknow you should really start locking the window sweets.” he says with a grin, and while you’d normally be annoyed by his remarks, you notice a strain in his voice that makes you look up at him.

You’re quick to stand up, “hobie! Jesus what happened to you!?” you said, ushering him into your bathroom so that you can get your first aid kit.

He sits down on the toilet, before shrugging. “Stuff..”

you’ve fixed him up before, but this was a little different. There was a change in your demeanor. It wasn’t out of this world for you to worry for him, but this felt vastly different this time around.

You were so kind, so gentle with him.

In his mind, he’s undeserving.

The warmth of your hands on him, was the only thing he could think about. Not even the pain of literally being stabbed could compare to how electrifying your touch felt.

Perhaps it was the blue led lighting in your bathroom or the loss of blood but, you looked so beautiful right now.

“I think I love you.” he whispers quietly, staring into your eyes.

Staring back, you can’t help but think you love this idiot too.

Pavitr is an idiot when it comes to romance, whether he likes to act like he’s good at it or not. He is not as smooth as he pretends to be. He realizes this anytime he tries to shoot his shot at you. He fumbles with his words and has to come up with some excuse as to why he needs to leave in that exact moment, immediately. Even pretending to flirt with his best friend, gayatri, doesn’t work. He does it so well with her, but when it comes to you he just cannot articulate his words. He finds himself totally lost.

It doesn’t take an idiot to figure out his feelings for you are strong, and that his feelings go deeper beyond friendship. You seem to be the only moron in all of mumbattan that hasn’t noticed, and he’s not sure if he’s grateful or in great agony.

One of the biggest reasons he was so obvious about how he liked you, was shown through how clingy he was. Physical affection is his love language, after all. But it goes beyond that, he always finds himself wanting to spend time with you. He even insists on walking you home even when his house is in the opposite direction, his excuse being that he wants you to get home safely despite being in broad daylight. It’s still a dangerous world out there, is his reasoning.

But it’s been so long since he last walked you home. When you were kids, he did it all the time. As you grew older, the tradition seemed to stick but as he became spiderman this occurrence became less frequent. It’s been months since he’s been able to do this.

The sun is bright, but it hits your face perfectly. And he can’t help but think you look like some ethereal god. Given his line of work, he doesn’t think it would be that weird if you were one.

He feels like he can’t breathe, and he doesn’t even realize its cause he’s way too focused on you, every little feature. Your hair, eyes, your nose, cheeks, mouth. Anything he could possibly look at on your face, he’s looking. He’s not listening to a word you’re saying, he watches your lips move but he cannot catch a damn thing. The grip he has on his bookbag becomes tighter, his face feels hot and he wants to say it’s because of the sun but he knows that’s not true. God, has your laugh always been so pleasant to the human ears? Or was that just him?

His lips move, before he even has a chance to stop the words from coming out, like word vomit.

“God I love you”

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xxoxobree · 6 months

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OC TINGZZ‼️

Bree The Nightweaver/Spider-Woman?

This is Bree Bishop from Earth - 1242

She’s your average 15 yr old genius, that got a scholarship to the prestigious Brooklyn Visions Academy

She was bitten by a genetically modified wolf spider and gained the proportionate strength, speed , stamina , durability and reflexes of a spider. She heals 3x faster and is more resistant to injury than your average human, can stick to walls , and can jump several stories high. Like the wolf spider she can release venom from the fibers on her finger tips that help her to stick to walls to paralyze enemies for a few hours.

Her spider sense is stronger than any other spider sense , much like Raven Baxter (she likes to say) her spider sense can basically allow her to see the future on occasion.

Let’s take a trip down memory lane to understand just how Bree became the Nightweaver:

Field trips! Who doesn’t love a day away from the boring old classroom? So, the students were all hyped up for their trip to Oscorp Industries. You could feel the excitement in the air as the bus screeched to a stop. And who was there to greet them? None other than Dr. Octavius, the head honcho of Oscorp. He took them on a tour of the place, babbling on about every little thing along the way.

Now, let me tell you about the spider exhibit. Poor Bree, had a major case of the heebie-jeebies when it came to those eight-legged critters. So naturally, this part of the trip was at the bottom of her excitement list. Little did the class know, one sneaky spider had managed to escape its cage.

As Dr. Octavius blabbered away, Bree tried to keep her cool by leaning against the wall and keeping her distance from those creepy crawlies. But guess what? That escaped spider saw the perfect opportunity and decided to take a stroll down Bree’s jacket and onto her hand. Without warning, it sunk its tiny fangs into her poor unsuspecting hand. Yikes! Startled, Bree smacked her hand completely oblivious to what just happened.

When she finally mustered up the courage to look at her hand, she nearly jumped out of her skin at the sight of the spider. Fear and panic overwhelmed her, and before she knew it, she fainted, totally overwhelmed by her unexpected encounter with the eight-legged menace.

So there Bree was, waking up from that incredibly embarrassing moment that almost turned the field trip into a total disaster. She had this brilliant idea to keep the real reason behind her fainting all to herself, even though her hand was throbbing with pain. Little did she know, getting bit was just the tip of the iceberg. Bree was about to go through some seriously weird changes.

Bree woke up feeling like a hot mess, with sweat dripping down her face and her vision playing tricks on her. Determined not to let this ridiculousness ruin her day, she mustered up all her strength and dragged her lazy self out of bed. As she reached for her homework, her hand started trembling like a leaf, and to make matters worse, the paper clung to her hand like it had a secret crush on her. Seriously, what the heck was going on? Baffled and annoyed, she shook her hand in disbelief, but that paper just stuck like glue.

After gathering herself, Bree left her dorm room, her senses seemed heightened, almost like she could feel everything around her. "Why am I so sweaty? What is going on?" she asked, confused and on edge, as she made her way down the hallway. Suddenly, she bumped into her boyfriend, Miles Morales.

Bree looked up at him, slightly flustered, and quickly apologized. Miles, with a concerned expression, reached out to brush her hair behind her ear. His touch revealed her dampened hair, coated with sweat. "Ew... Babe, why are you so sweaty?" he asked, instinctively wiping his hands on his pants.

Bree glanced up at Miles with a familiar look he knew all too well - she was about to cry. But before the tears could escape her eyes, they both turned their heads and squinted their eyes in response to a piercing buzz that resonated in their heads. Miles' eyes widened in shock.

Bree’s world came crashing down on her as Miles not only revealed his secret that he’s Spider-Man but she now has the same power and responsibility as him. But eventually she understood her responsibilities and now she’s the one and only Nightweaver.

Miles gave her one of his suits that he grew out of.

Bree and Miles have been dating for 2 years since freshman year, Miles was in love the minute she smiled at him for the first time.

Their favorite thing to do is share new music and sing together

Miles trained her how to fight but they have totally different fighting styles , Bree is smaller so she is faster but a little clumsy sometimes, she’s a Spider-Man so naturally she’s funny , even makes villains chuckle sometimes.

Her and Miles work together most of the time but they do go on solo missions.

Their relationship got stronger since Bree got bit.

Fighting sandman

They both have comics made about them 🥰

Before knowing what a cannon event was , the unthinkable happened to Bree and she lost her mom in a fight against vulture, she struggled with the lost of her mom and blamed herself for a long time , she decided that Nightweaver would be no more , with Miles to support her ,she took a year off.

She took a year off and gave you bitches some slack 😝 but she’s back and with a new look

She chose pink cause duhhh! But she chose to keep Miles’ design cause that’s her man and she gonna stick beside em’

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