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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
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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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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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Spider-People Masterlist
MISC:
This will be the masterlist for the Spider- People that I don’t plan to write about as often ˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪₊˚
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Tip: Click the links in parentheses for a surprise ;)
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® - smut ❦ - fluff ☹ - angst ッ- crack//comedy
⇒ Miles Morales (Spider-Man, Earth-1610)
Mama Still Loves Me ☹
Identity Revealed ッ
School Dance ☹
Wash Day !! ❦ (NEW AS OF 6/25)
Rivals ッ
10+1 ッ❦
⇒ Miles G. Morales (Prowler, Earth-42)
Power Trip !! ❦ (NEW AS OF 7/3)
⇒ Miguel O’Hara (Spider-Man 2099, Earth-928B)
NO WORKS YET!!
⇒ Peter B. Parker (Spider-Man, Earth-616B)
NO WORKS YET!!
⇒ Pavitr Prabhkar (Spider-Man, Earth-50101B)
NO WORKS YET!!
⇒ Hobie Brown (Spider-Punk, Earth-138)
NO WORKS YET!!
⇒ Peter Parker (Spider-Man, Earth-199999)
NO WORKS YET!!
⇒ Peter Parker (Spider-Man, Earth-120723)
NO WORKS YET!!
⇒ Peter Parker (Spider-Noir, Earth-90214)
NO WORKS YET!!
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are you gonna start a miles morales series???
To be so fr with you, I don’t know. Maybe so, but probably not. I’m leaning more towards probably not tho… I think I’m way too inconsistent to say I’m starting something something and then let down people who were waiting for it by suddenly deciding that I don’t feel like it. I do have two works about him coming out within the next month or two tho if that helps, lol
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I would just like to let y’all know that I have something Prowler!Miles related coming out sometime this weekend (I think). I’m just waiting on a friend of mine to translate some shit in Spanish so I don’t get jumped for using Google Translate😭 I’m super excited that I didn’t catch a bad case of writers block and that this post is gonna come sooner as opposed to a year later! When I post it, I’m gonna delete this lil post but I really hope y’all enjoy🕺🏽
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mama still loves me
Summary: Even after their breakup, Miles’ mom constantly invites his ex girlfriend Y/n to hang out with them. I mean, it’s not like she knows they broke up. That’s one small detail Miles forgot to mention.
Pairings: Miles Morales x fem!caribbean!reader
Warnings: Breakups, confrontation, very much awkwardness between Y/n and Miles, Y/n almost literally blows up, secrets are spilled, lots of angst, a hint of fluff at the end.
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Miles walks home with a slight grin on his face, relieved to be on his way home after such a hard day. It's 8:15 p.m., which means he's fifteen minutes past his curfew. He knows he'll have to explain himself if he's caught, and he's not looking forward to it. He is, nevertheless, prepared for any and all outcomes.
He enters the house with a big smile on his face and makes his way into the kitchen, but frowns when he finds a specific hoodie on a chair and a particular high puff (obviously attached to someone’s head) next to his mother.
“Oh, Miles!” His mother exclaims when she spots him standing at the doorway. “I invited Y/n over for dinner. I haven’t seen you two together lately and I figured you two had an argument. I just want you two to make up.”
Miles receives an apologetic look from Y/n, who waves sheepishly at him from beside his mother. "Hi,"
He sighs and averts his gaze from the young girl. “That’s fine, mom. How was your day?”
“It was good.” She smiles, humming when she tastes a bit of the salsa Y/n is stirring. “How was yours?”
“Tiring,” he sighs. “Where’s dad?”
“He got called in for work,” she frowns. “He’ll be back whenever they catch the guy.”
“I assume it won’t be long,” Miles infers, knowing that he just caught a criminal not too long ago. All they really have to do is get him into the car and take him to jail. “What’s for dinner? Can I help? That can give Y/n a break and maybe a chance to go home.”
“I’m here for your mother.” You tell him with a fake smile. “I’m not leaving until she tells me to.”
“You can stay as long as you want. You can take Miles’ bed and he can sleep on the floor or the couch, isn’t that right Miles?”
He sighs. “Definitely.”
He slouches in his seat at the table, not even sitting up when the front door opens and in walks his father.
“Well hello, Mr. Jefferson!”
“Hi, sweetheart! Miles didn’t tell me you were coming.”
“Miles didn’t know she was coming.” Miles mumbles under his breath.
“What’s for dinner?” Jefferson asks, hitting miles upside his head, giving Y/n a slight shoulder squeeze, and of course kissing Rio.
“Salsa and chips.”
“That’s it?” Miles and his dad ask simultaneously.
Y/n raises her arms in surrender. “I wanted to do more and she said no because I’m the guest.”
Everyone looks over to Rio and she shrugs.
“As a guest, you should like,” Miles pauses. “Sit down or something.”
You scoff. “I can’t believe that’s the first thing you’ve said to me in two weeks.”
His parents look between the two of you.
“We’ll leave to let you two fix whatever is going on. Call us when you’re done.”
They walk out of the kitchen, Y/n’s attention fixed on Miles, whose is fixed on the beetle scurrying across the floor.
“Aren’t you gonna say anything?”
“Why are you here, Y/n? Really. Help me understand.”
Y/n shifts in place uncomfortably, shrugging at his words. “Mama still loves me, I guess.”
“Does she really?” He asks, eyebrow raised. “Does she love you or do you love her? Did you invite yourself here after I specifically told you not to come around anymore?” Miles is so into the argument that he fails to notice his ex’s eyes filling with tears. It won’t be long until she either starts yelling or panicking. “Why don’t you get it, Y/n?!”
"Miles!" You scream, your eyes turning red with wrath as your Caribbean accent seeps through your teeth with each word. "For the past month, I've had to put up with you talking to me in any way, and I'm sick of it. When all I wanted to do was be there for you, you kept pushing me away for reasons beyond my control. Nothing even changed after we took a break. I ain’t do shit to you. You are the issue and I'll be damned if I continue to let you walk all over me. I'm going to leave because you want me to, but if you try to track me down, I can't guarantee that what I do next will be pleasant."
You approach towards the door, your eyes still crimson, your breathing out of control, and your body quivering. Miles reaches for your hand, yelping and yanking his away when he senses your skin is hot to the touch. Your skin begins to glow the same crimson as your eyes as you become increasingly upset that he touched you. Miles becomes concerned as the lights begin to flicker.
“Y-y/n!” He whisper yells with a stutter when he hears his parents walk back into the living room. “Please, calm down! I’m sorry!”
You begin to float in the living room, attempting to resist your fury in order to regain control of your body, but your rage is too strong. He wasn't supposed to find out this way.
You get enough control to cease your floating and glowing skin just as his parents enter the living room, but your eyes are still flashing red and the pool of rage swimming in them is still oh so visible.
“Y/n, no!” Rio and Jefferson yell, running to Miles’ sides.
He gently pushes them back and gingerly reaches out for your hand, sighing with contentment when you don't burn him in return.
He takes you outside and sits you on his fire escape; the silence is deafening, and the tension is obvious. You can't think of anything to say, so you just observe the city from above.
It feels like an eternity before he decides to speak.
“We’ve got a lot to talk about.”
You nod. “I know.”
“I’ve never seen you that angry.”
You nod again. “I know.”
“You didn’t tell me that you’re a kree.”
“I didn’t tell anyone that I’m a kree.”
“Do your parents know?”
“I didn’t have to tell them, idiot. They’re my parents. They’re the reasons why I’m a kree.”
“Right, sorry,” he says. “I have something to say to you.”
“You have a lot of shit to say to me, Miles. Better make it quick and reasonable or I’m leaving and I’ll kill you if you seek me out.”
He audibly gulps.
“I’m not fucking around either.”
“I know, ma. I know you.”
You nod.
“So, you know how I always leave while you’re sleeping and you don’t see me when you wake up?”
You confusedly shake your head. “If we fall asleep together, you’re always there when I wake up.”
“No, I mean like, in the middle of the night.”
You shake your head again. “I sleep soundly through the night.”
“Okay, fine. I guess I’ll just come out and say it.”
You nod, and he fumbles with his words, opening and closing his mouth as if he doesn't know what to say.
“Miles,” you sigh. “Whatever it is, you can tell me. As long as you haven’t been cheating on me.”
“I’d be a dumbass to ever deceive you like that,” He sighs, pausing as you nod as a silent permit for him to continue. “I’m Spider-Man.”
You raise your chin slightly and cock your head to the side, your brows are furrowed deeply, and your face is unreadable to Miles.
“Y/n/n,” he frowns. “Say something, please,”
“So let me get this straight,” you sit up again and lean closer to Miles. “You broke up with me because you’re Spider-Man but didn’t want or didn’t know how to tell me but wanted to keep me out of danger?”
He nods hesitantly.
You nod gently as you swipe your tongue across your top row of teeth.
Miles didn't like how calm you were. He has a feeling he isn't going to enjoy what comes next.
“You know, all of this could’ve been prevented if you would’ve told the truth.” You say, still all too calm.
“I didn’t know if you’d believe me.”
“Sweetheart,” you chuckle. “We’ve learned about the multiverse in class, I’ve studied it at home, and I’ve shifted realities in my dreams. Nothing is unbelievable to me anymore.”
He shrugs apologetically.
You resume your nodding, and he resumes his worrying. You open your mouth again, and he knows what's about to come out of it isn't going to be pretty.
“You made me feel like I was one mile off of the coast of insanity.” You say.
He gulps again, but decides to let you speak.
"For a month, I felt like I was fucking up your mental health, taking up space, and interfering with your personal life. I felt unwelcomed because of you. I felt self-conscious because of you. I felt unworthy because of you." You say. He opens his mouth to speak, but you raise up your hand to stop him before he starts. "You made it seem like everything was my fault. I can't hold you responsible for everything, but you could have spared us both the pain." You force a laugh, trying to shine a little light on the situation. “We could've had this conversation at a better time. When we were both calm and collected. But you waited.” You shrug. “Now we're both angsty and broken. Not to mention broken up.”
He starts to speak again, but you stop him. “Can you let me finish, Miles?”
He nods. “Sorry, go on,”
“I’m sorry for making you think something was going on with me by running away every time we had an argument. I could’ve done more to patch up the situation.” You tell him. “I just didn’t want this to happen. You seriously weren’t supposed to find out like this. I was going to tell you. The day we broke up, actually. But I didn’t know we were gonna break up. So, yeah,”
Miles takes a deep breath then begins to speak. "I apologize for hiding such a big secret from you. When I broke up with you, I should've given you an explanation, but I was in the most danger at the time, and I'd never be able to forgive myself if something happened to you. I knew you could hold your own before, and I definitely know you can now, but if something went wrong, I feel like it would be my fault, and I'd have to live with the guilt until I died." He eventually looks at you with brooding eyes, still worried that this apology won't be enough and that he'll still lose you. “It was never my intention to make you feel insecure, or unwanted, or insane. I apologize for ever assuming the worst, and making it seem like everything was your fault knowing it takes two to tango. I’m sorry for making you feel undeserving of my love when I promise you that your deserve all the planets and galaxies in the universe, and I’d spend the rest of my life getting those for you if I could.”
You reach out to take his hand into yours and interlock your fingers, smiling languidly at his words. "I'm sorry if I ever made you feel like I didn't want to fix things with you, if I ever made you feel insecure or self-conscious, and if I ever made you feel like I don't love you. Because I do. Sincerely. I love you so much, Miles. I just don't know how to keep my emotions in check. And it's something I'll have to learn if I want to get back together with you.” When he raises his eyebrow, you begin to feel small and look down and away from him. “I mean, if you want. You don’t have to. It’s not an obligation, I just-”
"Of course I want to be with you again,” he smiles, hooking a finger under your chin and gently turning your face back to his, melting when you glance up at him with those wide doe eyes. “but I also feel like I personally need to work on some things before we put a label on anything else. We're kind of toxic."
“Kind of?” You laugh. “Baby, Ganke stopped hanging around us.”
“Okay, we were extremely toxic. But we can change that, right?”
“Yeah.” You nod. “I have faith in us.”
He pulls you into his lap and gives you a soft kiss on the lips then rests his forehead against yours, smiling softly.
“I love you, angel,” he breaths out against your lips.
“And I love you, Miles,” you say. “Are we okay?”
“We will be, mi amor,” he says, peering up at you through his lashes. “This is just a rough patch. We’re gonna be just fine.”
© forever1kay 2022 ,
#miles morales#black!reader#into the spider verse#marvel#sony pictures#rio morales#jefferson davis#ganke lee#miles morales x reader#woc!reader#lovekaia#kaiaxmarvel
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Daredevil’s baby angel
Summary: Yours and Matthew’s daughter is a handful and we’ll leave it at that.
Pairings: Matthew Murdock x fem!black!reader, Matthew Murdock x fem!biracial!OC daughter, Fem!black!reader x fem!biracial!OC daughter
Warnings: Anisa is a warning herself but not in a bad way.
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•You and Matt have a daughter named Anisa (pronounced Uh-nees-uh).
•She’s extremely sarcastic, nonchalant, and makes hella jokes.
•She thinks it’s funny.
•And if you ask(ed) me—which you didn’t—it kind of is.
•Matt knows she didn’t get it from him
•She got it from you.
•In other words,
•She really is her mother’s child.
•When you and Matt were just best friends, and even now into your sixth year of being married, you(’d) always make the same type of blind jokes Anisa does now.
•Your first was:
•“You see that, Matthew? I won.”
•You knew he couldn’t see it.
•And you were damn wrong for that joke too.
•Anisa’s was:
•“Daddy! You not even look in the mirror to see your forehead brighting up the living room!”
•That was when she was two.
•His jaw dropped, his pancakes rolling out of his mouth and onto his shirt.
•You choked on your milk, the amount that went into your mouth came out of your nose.
•She laughed loudly at her joke, and you weren’t surprised at that part.
•She’d always found herself funny, even as a newborn baby.
•Back then, she’d cough loudly and scare the fuck out of you both.
•Then she’d laugh because she thought the cough was funny.
•Ever since then, she hasn’t stopped.
•You’ll know when she’s planning her next move as you hear her from downstairs.
•She’ll do her signature evil laugh from upstairs in her room, and when you hear her feet padding from the room to the hall, you speak to Matt, still in disbelief that it’s been years and Nisa hasn’t yet repeated a joke.
• “What do you think it is this time?”
• “Only God knows.”
•Then she’ll run down the stairs, stopping in the doorway to your living room.
•“Mommy! Daddy! Look at my drawing!”
•This was when she was four.
•When Matt turns his head towards her way and remembers he can’t see, he facepalms.
•Of course you laugh at that.
•She knows she’s wrong for that.
•You and Matt taught her the concept of blindness the moment she was able to hold a conversation.
•And she knows it can be offensive to make blind jokes about blind people.
•But, she’s an empath like you are and she knows he isn’t really bothered.
•Your hero name is “the angel” or “hell’s angel”.
•You can definitely guess that the two of you fight together as a couple.
•If you didn’t guess, then don’t. I can just tell you that y’all do fight together.
•Cliché, I know.
•Anyways,
•Nisa goes to a school full of the children of other superheroes and people with enhanced abilities.
•And on open house days, she’ll always introduce you two as:
•“My very emotional mother and my extremely blind father.”
•You always shake your head, half in amusement and half in disappointment.
•Disappointed but not surprised.
•She’s done it to anyone else she’s encountered and got to know as well.
•Foggy is known as “Uncle Froggy”, mostly because:
•“What? He looks like a frog!”
•Then she’ll take another shot at Matt once again.
•“Don’t you see, daddy?”
•He chuckles and she smirks.
•She also doesn’t mess with any of his exes.
•Well, no. Let’s rephrase.
•She likes them, in secret of course, but she still calls them “The three blind mice.”
•“The three blind mice for what, Nisa?” You ask her.
•“Because they was too blind to see that you the best one for daddy.”
•You really have to work on her grammar.
•But sorry, I also forgot to mention your exes.
•She can’t stand them.
•Well, she likes T’Challa.
•But you’ll never hear it from her.
•And honestly, you don’t really need to.
•You can see her aura and Matt hears her heartbeat whenever T’Challa comes around.
•Which is kind of often for you two to be exes?
•But don’t worry,
•He only shows up because you’re best friends with Shuri and Okoye.
•You know those three go everywhere together.
•Your other two exes are Bucky and Sam.
•Yes, you dated them at the same time.
•Don’t ask me why you broke up with either of them. I couldn’t tell you.
•But trust me, she can’t stand them.
•She only refers to Sam as “the fish with a secret” and Bucky as “Buckets full of bullshit”.
•“Anisa!” You yell every time.
•Matt always thinks you’re going to correct her, tell her to call them by their names, but you never do.
•“I told you not to cuss anymore!”
•She always shrugs.
•“You do it.”
•You make this “😐” face, but you’re really screaming on the inside.
•About time she’s older, you and Matt are no longer phased.
•You just give a sarcastic laugh and Matt actually finds it funny.
•In the end, Anisa is always victorious.
•Her jokes sometimes hurt as bad as the people who Matt beats the hell out of do.
•I mean, she does have his strength.
•I guess she really is the Devil’s baby angel.
© forever1kay 2022 ,
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how i met your mother
Summary: You, Steve, and Bucky all meet for the first time.
Pairing: Stucky x WOC!Reader
Note: The traits of Y/n may not accurately reflect your true personality. I'm sure you all already know, but I wanted to make sure I said it just in case. I tried to keep the ethnicity of this pretty neutral. Anyone can read it, but it was written specifically for women of color.
Warnings: Violence, theft, confrontation, Bucky is a little shit, children (y’all are the children), hinting at racism, sexism, xenophobia and and homophobia. Let me know if I forgot anything!
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The three of you met in the 1930s. Someway, somehow, your parents got you and your siblings into the white school down the street. And on you guys’ first day, your brother was one of the bullies trying to take some scrawny white kid’s lunch money. You knew this was slowly going to turn into a big problem, and you wished you could be anywhere else, but by your dad’s orders, you go where your brother goes. And you don’t disobey the orders of a military man. Well, at the moment you don’t.
Just when you had just a little hope that your brother would be able to just take the kid’s money and run, another white kid decided to be captain save-a-hoe and rescue him. Things just got worse from there.
The administrators stopped the fight before it could get too serious, and the brunette walked away to comfort the (now) bystander blonde, of course not before death glaring you and your brother.
You, your brother, and the twins (a boy and boy-ish girl) all got called down to the principals office. The twins tried to explain that they weren’t involved, but since you were all related and all people of color, administration wasn’t taking no for an answer.
They called the two boys from earlier into the office before calling everyone’s parents.
The twig, who you later learned is named Steve, flushed red as the guidance counselor explained to his parents that he couldn’t fight back, and suggested that he immediately start partaking in self defense classes (and more food).
The other kid, James, or as he’d like to be called, Bucky, sat leaned back in the chair with a smug grin on his face as the guidance counselor boasted to his mother about how much of a hero and a natural born leader he is.
That look on his face pissed you off.
And he could tell.
He sent you a subtle wink before looking back at the guidance counselor as he was not yet finished with his phone call.
When he was finally finished, lunch was way over and the twins were sleeping. One twin laying on your brother’s shoulder and the other laying across your lap.
The counselor looked over to your brother, the oldest sibling, for your parents number.
He wouldn't ask the twins because they were sleeping—not that he'd want to question the girl twin because he didn't approve of how manly she acted in the first place—and he wouldn't ask you because you were a young girl.
Your brother told him the number and he called,
With the phone on speaker.
The twins woke up as the sound of your father’s voice boomed through the phone’s speaker.
“The twins and Y/n can go to class. My son is the only one who should be sitting in that office receiving any consequences. Don’t ever call my phone again during work hours to try and humiliate my kids for something they did not do. Have a good day and I’ll see you kids at home.”
You smirked devilishly at the guidance counselor’s stunned look before standing up and fixing your skirt, popping your lollipop back into your mouth and walking out the door to the front of the school.
Of course you were a secret troublemaker. It runs in the family! But you weren’t the “resort to violence” type like your brothers and sister. You were the type who didn’t follow directions and was disgustingly nonchalant about it.
But you would resort to violence if need be.
Bucky James was intrigued by you and your behavior. He waited for your brothers and sister to leave the room before walking out with Steve to go and find you.
He wasn’t surprised to look through the window of the front door to find you sitting on the steps that led up to the school.
He walked out the door without hesitation, sitting two stairs above you and waving Steve over to do the same.
You knew they were there but chose not to address them. You were already annoyed with their presence.
But James came out here for a reason.
To talk to you.
“Y/n, is it?”
You took a deep breath to calm yourself down before turning around to face them.
“James, Steve.”
“You can call me Bucky.”
You rolled your eyes then looked over to Steve. “Any other special requests?”
Steve quickly shook his head no.
You chuckled slightly at his behavior and slightly melted when you noticed his face flush red.
“Why did you boys follow me out here?”
Bucky quickly yelled “Steve’s got the hots for you!”
Steve audibly gasped. “I do not! You said she was pretty!”
“Well is she not?” Bucky yelled back through gritted teeth.
Steve’s face flushed again as you looked in his direction.
“Yeah, she is.”
You chuckled slightly before grabbing three pieces of candy from your jacket pocket, throwing one to each of the boys, then popping the last in your mouth and standing up to go back inside. “I think I’m really gonna like you two.”
© forever1kay 2021 ,
#stucky#woc!reader#bucky barnes#marvel#mcu#mcu phase 1#steve rogers#winter soldier#captain america#stucky x reader#lovekaia#kaiaxmarvel
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Guardians of the Galaxy masterlist
Requests for any of the characters on the list are welcome! I really don't discriminate and I'll do a bxb or character x reader with a background other than mine (I'm black), but that background won't be specified. I'll just use more descriptive terms when it comes to Y/N's appearance (like when I do when my works are marked “character x reader” but I’m still writing with a fem black reader in mind). I used to be all for writing about other people's backgrounds, but I thought about it and realized that even with specifics provided by whoever asked it, I'd feel very guilty, AND, it's really not my place.
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Drax
Note: I’m not quite sure I’ll do smuts about him. I can’t see myself fucking him, idk. I’d definitely be his best friend tho. If you’d like to request a smut imagine about Drax, leave a request.
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Note: I’m not quite sure I’ll do smuts about her. If I do, it’ll probably be from a request that someone leaves. And if I do one just bc I want to do one, she’s definitely a bottom//sub and we’ll leave it at that😃
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Yelena Belova masterlist
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If you wish to see any Yelena works of mine where her headcanon is aroace and the reader (you) or an OC is just her friend, I'll eventually have some up! Thank you for your patience.
CW: (Extra long A/N, discussion of Yelena's identity) If you think you'll be offended or uncomfortable, please don't proceed. Keep in mind that only you are responsible for your own media consumption.
I did some research and noticed that no one has ever explicitly said that Yelena is aroace, even if it is/was implied.
MCU official Devin Grayson said himself that “Obviously, there's a lot more to them than that-Nat is older and more experienced and less invested in the approval of others, as well as being a very passionate person who forms deep connections with other people despite the intention not to, whereas Yelena is in some ways less cynical about her ability to change the world than Nat is, less hampered by association with highly principled associates, and probably more likely to identify as asexual than to follow Nat's romantic path-but that's the central tension between the two characters."
Therefore, it was never directly confirmed, and you can't chastise people for "erasing her identity" since it wasn't confirmed in the first place (and only ace was stated, not aro). If your headcanon is that Yelena is aroace, you go boo! She’s whoever you want her to be, and that is the purpose of a headcanon. But that is not my headcanon.
Please don't invalidate my opinion since I'm not invalidating yours. If you have an issue, you can block me or my Yelena-related works (the hashtag is Kaiaxyelenabelova), but please don't spam my comments or inbox with bs.
I don't see anyone complaining about the hundreds of AUs where writers diverge from the authorial intent or canon of characters? In fact, I see a lot of requests for more. Marvel and Yelena aren't going to show up at our doors to yell at us for using headcanons instead of canons. Marvel wants us to come up with our own concepts. It’s encouraged. Why do you think they gave us What If? Those episodes are partial scenarios that we’re supposed to come up with our own endings to. Plus, the details in the MCU films do not always align to the specifics in Marvel comics anyways.
If you'd like a more detailed explanation, check out this link (or this one).
**This is my house and you will abide by my rules. Otherwise, you can get cussed out then you can get the fuck out. Disrespectfully☺️. For those willing to proceed, even if you have a different opinion from my own, I hope you enjoy! And thank you for being respectful <3**
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The Defenders masterlist
Requests for any of the characters on the list are welcome!
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Matt Murdock//Daredevil
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Luke Cage
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Jessica Jones
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Cynthia
Summary: You’re surprised when your husband and father of your child makes a crazy comment about your daughter.
Pairing: Sam Wilson x Fem!black!reader, Sam Wilson x Black!Daughter!OC, Fem!black!reader x Black!Daughter!OC
Warnings: Cynt has a potty mouth, Sam doesn’t take anything seriously, mentions of drinking and smoking.
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Growing up, you and Sam had always been close. The two of you had met in childhood and had been pretty much inseparable ever since.
It began with him simply being friendly. When the two of you met at the age of three and one, neither one you were concerned about relationships. He only wanted to have fun. You were much better at playing than you were at speaking in full sentences. And, to be honest, he was as well.
As you both grew older and learned how to annunciate and elongate conversation, you started getting closer to Sam’s younger sister Sarah who is actually around your age. This didn’t mean you ceased engaging with Sam, it just wasn’t as frequent.
But he wasn't going to lose a friend just because his younger sister was involved. He'd sneak into your playdates all the time. You didn’t mind but, but Sarah, on the other hand, was irritated.
She'd often say that boys have cooties, which isn't exactly a lie, but you were persuaded that you couldn't catch cooties from Sam because you seen him as one of the girls.
I'm not going to lie, he was hurt by that sentence. But, once again, little things like that weren’t going to keep him from getting near to you. Even from the beginning of middle school, through high school, and into college.
You didn't have to worry about Sarah dragging you away from Sam for some (much-needed) girl time as the two of you grew older and started living independently. He'd ask you over to his house when you weren't busy, and the two of you would catch up in a platonic manner.
You'd talk about childhood memories, future aspirations and dreams, unsuccessful dates, and neither of you could have predicted that your friendship would grow into something more, yet here you are.
Sam arrived at the offices with your friend and coworker, Steve, one day in 2016. He spotted a girl following Agent Hill and Fury around and felt a sense of familiarity, despite the fact that he had no idea who any of you were at the time.
He instantly got a clear look at their faces because they turned around before you did. He showed little attention because he had not yet been introduced to them. However, as you turned around, you sparked his interest.
He was relieved that he'd finally figured out your covert act from over the last few years, and he wasn’t surprised. Though he wouldn't be directly working beside you, he was eager to spend more time with you when you had the opportunity. When he joined the Avengers, you were able to fit into each other's schedules more easily, and your relationship flourished from there.
You recall a drunken night when the two of you were cuddling up on one of the compound's many couches, daydreaming about the many personalities your future children could have. Of course, neither of you had predicted that your future children would be with each other (you hadn't even informed each other your sentiments), but you had always been at ease with each other and could talk about almost anything. This was not an uncommon situation.
All of your questions were answered when your daughter was born. She was conceived in 2021, after Sam, Bucky, and Sharon brought down the flag smashers. You’d been married for a few months by then and you both thought it’d be the perfect time to have a baby. You both were at peace, everyone was happy, there was no potential threats, and most importantly, you were back in your hometown of Delacroix.
You’d named her Cynthia, much to Sam’s dismay. He wanted to name her Louise and then have another daughter immediately and name her Ana.
“Why Louise and Ana, Sam?”
“Because,” he’d say, rolling your eyes as you ask him this question for the thousandth within the current four months of your pregnancy, “When we address them, we can speak Spanish and refer to them as ‘Louise y Ana’. Say it fast enough and it sounds like our state.”
“Baby,” you’d laugh at his agitated expression. “that sounds so fucking white.”
“Hey!” Bucky’d yell from the other end of the room, scoffing when you’d wave him off.
“Don’t take it so seriously, Canan.” you’d say, using the nickname that’d taken him years to accept. “You’re not as white as some of these other white people.”
“Oh, but I am,” he’d say, standing up and rolling up his sleeve. “Same color.”
You’d cackle loudly, not feeling the slightest bit apologetic when his face would fall. “That isn’t what I meant.”
“Trifling,” Sam mumbled under his breath.
Ironically enough, the day before Cynthia was born, you two had been thinking hard about what you would name her. Sam wanted to name her Harlem, and of course, you wanted to name her Cynthia. But, with two names and only one little girl on the way, you could only choose one name.
Bucky and Sarah being the baby’s god parents helped with the final decision.
Cynthia Anaii Wilson is her in its entirety.
You’d wanted to name her after mama Darlene, but Sam chose against it and said that Cynthia looking like his mother was more than enough.
Your daughter was a handful in her younger days. She somehow took after her ‘uncle’ Loki and her father Sam all in one. Only thing she had similar to you was the same taste in food, clothes, people etc;
When she got older, she got easier to handle but was still the slightest bit rowdy.
She’d often go around yelling out the lyrics to songs that had to do with smoking and drinking, accidentally running into walls, laughing and making faces at the most random times, sneaking away at night when she thought you both wouldn’t notice, and eating you both out of house and home.
“Ma!” she yells, walking into where you were on the phone in the living room, Sam laying asleep across your lap.
You glance into her direction, raising an eyebrow to figure out what she wants.
“Lemme get a cookie,” she says, pointing towards the mixture of macadamia nut, chocolate (chip), and sugar cookies on the table.
You held up the number one with your fingers for a brief moment before looking away and continuing your phone conversation.
When you hung up twenty minutes later, you noticed Cynthia sitting sleepily on the floor next to the cookies, resting her head in her hands.
“You good?” You ask, preparing to get up and check on her.
“You told me to wait,” she whines, sighing dramatically.
“Wait for what?” You ask, confused as to when this happened.
She sucked her teeth. “Man, I wish I knew,”
“I told you about sucking your teeth, Anaii,”
“My fault.” She says, standing to her feet. “You got a dollar?”
“For what?”
“My friend said he’ll buy me a vape if I give him a dollar.”
“What?”
“Yeah.”
“Girl you’re not allowed to smoke.”
“Why?” She points at her sleeping father. “He does it,”
“He’s grown.”
“I’m almost eighteen.”
“Until you are eighteen, don’t speak to me about smoking.”
She sighs. “But mama, you don’t understand smoking is so dope. Like what if I become a professional smoker or some shit. We’d be so rich. Imma’ buy you and daddy a house.”
“Watch your mouth,” Sam speaks suddenly, waking from his nap. “I don’t think professional smokers are real.”
“Wiz Khalifa does it,” she tells him. “That’s my dawg for real. And Jacob Sartorious. If I could smoke with them I would die happy.”
“Why do you want to smoke so bad?”
“It’s a release,”
“A release from what?” You chuckle. “No disrespect, but all you do is eat and sleep.”
“I do, but that shizzle gets old.”
“Thank you for not cussing,” you smile. “Maybe if you went outside you wouldn’t have to worry about your past of being lazy and eating us out of house and home. Wouldn’t even have to worry about smoking. Now drop the topic.”
“I was just fucking with y’all anyways,”
“Anaii!”
“I meant freaking!” She rushes out. “You know, Jodeci. Freek’n you.”
Sam laughs. “Two different things.”
She shrugs. “Can I turn on the TV?”
“As long as you watch something we can all watch.”
“I want to watch TikTok.” She says. She opens YouTube and types in ‘Black TikTok’, smiling widely when Snoop Dogg’s face appears on the thumbnail.
He’s listening the words of Jacob Sartorious’ song YouTube and bbq chips.
She smiles widely at the Tv, looking back at the two of you while pointing at the Tv. One of her favorite people and one of her favorite people to make fun of.
🎶YouTube and barbecue chips🎶
“Barbecue chips.” Snoop speaks.
🎶Late night I always be doing that shit🎶
“Mhm,” Snoop hums, “I be doing that same shit.”
Cynthia laughs. “Word, ‘cause so do I.”
“What ‘shit’ you be doing, Cynt?” You ask with a laugh.
She shrugs and stands up. “I’m not sure. Whatever he be doing. That’s my uncle snoop.”
She walks out the living room without another word.
“Snoop Dogg.” Sam says, pulling your attention away from the TV.
You raise an eyebrow. “Yeah, that’s him,”
“No, Snoop Dogg!” He exclaims. “Remember before we had her and we were wondering if she’d be like any celebrities or celebrity kids?”
“Yeah?”
“Snoop Dogg!” He exclaims. “Snoop Dogg, and Lil Nas X.”
You pause the TV and sit up.
“So you’re saying,” you start, he nods. “Our seventeen year old daughter reminds you have a old dude and a gay man?”
“I mean, if you want to put it that way then yes.” He nods. “I’m saying she has their personality.”
You make duck lips and then turn back to the TV.
“You agree with me but you don’t want to say it.”
“I believe no such thing.” You lie.
Sam raises an eyebrow. “You’re doing that face you do when you lie.”
“I don’t have a lying face.” You lie again.
“Liar.” He says.
You playfully roll your eyes. “Bold of you to assume I’m lying.”
“Bold of you to lie.” He spits back.
“I’m not lying.” You say once again, surfing through channels to try and find a show to watch.
“Okay.” He speaks, laying across your lap again.
After a few minutes of silence, he speaks up.
“She does remind you of them though, right?”
You chuckle, nodding slowly. “Yes, she definitely does.”
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