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Yup, i was right, this was worth the wait and goodnesss the angst is rising and i cant wait to see what is going to happen in the next part!!!

Morales Twin Au x fem! reader

Morales twins x fem! reader

Synopsis! It was fairly obvious you had crush on your long term best friend, Miles Morales. It was also obvious that his twin brother Milo, was a pain in your ass.

PT 1 > PT 2 (current)

MASTERLIST

Genre: Fluff, slight angst if you squint, slight suggestion if you squint

Warnings: strong language I think that’s it

Word count: 3.3k

Authors comments: if you were in the taglist but not @ it’s because someone deleted it! sorry for my long break guys but I’m back, Been a lil stressed but hopefully this makes up for it <3

E! 1610 Miles > Miles

E! 42 Miles > Milo

Miles was irritated to say the least.

Everytime you would come over to see him, somehow his counterpart always got involved. It had gotten to the point that when you left, he would find himself angry with Milo.

Sure he knew it wasn’t Milo’s fault he was mad. Truthfully there wasn’t anything wrong with you interacting with Milo.

But this wasn’t how you two normally interacted.

Miles saw the way Milo’s eyes lingered when you would walk away, a little too long for his liking. Or how you would just somehow always find yourself play-fighting with Milo. And not the usual MMA brawls you two used to have-, no. Just somehow, it would always end with Milo holding you waist and you two laughing, screaming at him to let go of you.

Miles didn’t know why this made him so annoyed. I mean, he knew it was different to see you and Milo being kind to each other, but it shouldn’t have made him mad.

For the longest, Miles knew he was the only twin you enjoyed being around.

He knew how much you hated Milo. You would talk about how much you wanted to stick Milo’s hand in a dish disposal.

But now? You looked at his hands carefully to see the designs of his rings, sometimes even trying them on.

He should be happy if anything, all he’s ever wanted was for you three to be able to hang out peacefully.

But this was too damn peaceful.

Every weekend you found yourself at the Morales home, this weekend being no different.

And just like usual, you were arguing with Milo. “You talk too much” he mumbled as he rolled his eyes, grabbing a cup from the cabinet. You glared at him as you leaned on the counter next to him, scowling. “Boy you know good and well I will not hesitate to pop you in your throat.” You scoffed, taking a sip from your water.

He chuckled, “stay mad I beat you. Not my fault you trash.” He shrugged as he filled his cup with juice, looking at you amused as he put the lid back on.

“You won barely.” You held your thumb and pointer finger up together in close proximity to further your point. “And you got in my way, I would’ve won if you didn’t wave yo’ hand in my face.” You smacked your lips, looking away from him with an eye roll.

“All I’m hearin’ is excuses ma. Just admit I’m better than you will ever be.”

“Shut yo daddy long leg ass up”, you rolled your eyes looking at his figure up and down. The gray sweats and black wife beater combo he was wearing clearly showed how lanky (yet oddly muscular) he was. He smirked at you, “you just wanted n’ excuse to call me daddy”.

A small ‘tuh’ left your lips, “if I wanted to call you daddy I would’ve said so”. He turned to fully face you, walking slightly closer so he was right in front of you.

He grabbed your chin, forcing eye contact with you as he licked his lips. “We both know you want to”.

You stared at him wide eyed, ignoring the feeling of heat slightly raising to your cheeks.

Milo burst out cackling, almost spilling his juice on you. “Your face! You look like a lemur.” He held his stomach, closing his eyes, thinking what he said was so funny.

Furrowing your eyebrows at his odd (and somewhat disturbing) comparison, you rolled your eyes and walked past him. “You doin too much. And hurry up Miles is waiting for us-, annoyin’ ass”

“Wait for me King Julian!”

“Milo swear I won’t kill you”

Another weekend at the Miles Morales home.

This time Rio was cooking dinner. She had assigned you and Milo to go to the small store on the corner and fetch some more cilantro and lime.

Usually, Miles and you would be the ones assigned store duties, but Rio decided today was the day she would teach Miles to not burn the house down with his cooking.

…

“Ew look at that rat” you pointed disgusted, seeing the large half bald rat scurrying around quickly a few feet away. Milo turned his head away from the creature “why would you point that out.” He scowled, walking a little quicker. “Aye don’t leave me with that!” You caught up to him, turning back a few times to make sure it wasn’t getting any closer.

The trip to the store was quick. It didn’t take longer than a few minutes, plus you had picked out a few snacks for the twins and you to share.

As you were walking home with Milo, you saw a small cardboard box with the word free written across it.

With a quick glance at Milo, you realized he hadn’t noticed. Before he even saw that you were walking away from him, you were already crouching in front of the box.

Milo halted realizing you weren’t next to him anymore. Mildly concerned, he looked around quickly.

He spotted you a few feet back with your hand in a random box.

Quickly walking over to you, the furrow in his eyebrows never left. “Y/n ‘the hell you doin?”

When he got closer, he saw the black kitten in the box. He also noticed how the kitten had taken a liking to you.

“No.”

You turned to him offended, “Milo, we can’t just leave it here.”

“That’s exactly what we’re going to do. Now get up and cmon’” he lightly tugged your free hand. “Milo what if it dies out here?” He sighed, “The next person will get it. Ain’t our concern.”

You frowned, looking into his eyes. “Milo I can’t leave it. It has no one.”

“Ma, neither one of our homes has room or the time for a kitten. They pee everywhere and they stink. Plus they mean as hell. No.”

…

The wide smile on your face could’ve been spotted from a mile away. It didn’t take much after to convince Milo to take the cat with you two; it now in your coat pocket as you walked home.

He was annoyed at first, but after you forced him to interact with the kitten, he was quick to mumble out “maybe we can sneak 'em around”.

Milo wasn’t going to tell you the real reason the cat could tag along was because he simply couldn’t refuse with the way you were looking at him. Your face painted with big doe eyes and a slight pout made it almost impossible for him to ever say no.

And the wide happy smile that followed after he said yes?

Folded him like a damn chair.

…

You figured out she was a girl, and both decided on the name ‘Mila’.

Though Milo would never admit it, he loved the name. He loved even more the reasoning behind it.

“What should we name her?” You said, staring at her as you held her like simba in the opening scene of lion king.

“Ion know, it’s your cat.” He shrugged, lightly pulling you and kept walking so you could get back to the house.

“It’s our cat, we found her together. We’re her parents now.” You said mindlessly tucking her into your pocket, lightly rubbing her head as it stuck out.

Milo glanced at you. He knew you didn’t mean the way it came out but his brain immediately ran with the implication of having a kid with you. And even if it was just a cat, it brought an unexpected swelling to his heart.

“Mila.” He said softly, looking at you.

You smiled at her, not noticing Milo was gazing at you, “awe, that’s yo name from yo daddy, girl. It’s probably the only contribution he will ever make but at least it’s something” you said jokingly, petting her head.

He smiled at you, lightly licking his lips with a small head shake before looking away.

“Welcome to the family Mila.”

Another weekend at the Morales household and you found yourself in the kitchen.

Tonight was movie night for the three of you, which meant endless snacks and drinks were going to be shoved down your throat until you were stuffed to the brim. Was it healthy? Absolutely not. But does it taste good? 100%

But there was a predicament. Your “assigned” cup was on the highest shelf, and happened to be right out of your reach. You would’ve climbed on the counter to get it, but last time you tried to Jeff damn near killed you for “putting your nasty feet on his fresh cooking counters”, so that was off the table.

Usually Miles would be the one to get your cup because of the location. But when you called out for him to come in and help there was no response.

That was until Milo walked in, a slight hunch in shoulders as he walked lazily into the room. He smacked his lips, “He’s setting up the movie, whatchu want?” His tone, though somewhat annoyed, was oddly soft.

With a quick roll of the eyes you pointed to the cup in question. “Can you grab that f’me?”

He looked at you blankly for a second before nodding. “You know you don’t always gotta use that cup right?” He said amused, seeing the other cup selections that you could reach.

“Yea but that’s my cup.” You said matter of factly, facing your back to the counter so you could lean against it. He shrugged, walking closer towards you. “Whatever helps you sleep at night ma.”

He reached over you grabbing the cup.

His cologne was strong in your nostrils, such a gentle yet masculine scent wafted through your senses. It was intoxicating, yet not enough to be overwhelming.

You noticed the slight freckles that rested through Milo’s neck ran up his jaw. He had a very small amount of soft beard hair he had started to grow, barely visible had you not been looking so hard.

“Starings rude ma.” Milo said as held the cup, breaking you out of your trance.

You looked into his eyes, “Don’t flatter yourself sir.”.

Milo was oddly close, but it didn’t feel uncomfortable by any means.

If anything it felt natural, as if this is how close he should be at all times. “You seem to be flattering me ‘nough for the both of us.” He teased, his voice stringing deeper and huskier than usual.

You didn’t miss the small glance he held at your lips, his eyes lingering for a second before meeting your gaze again.

The air became thicker. It didn’t feel nauseating or suffocating though. It felt like a blanket had been placed over your body, effectively making you feel hot inside.

It was a feeling you had only ever felt at the thought of Miles.

Milo licked his lips as his eyes trailed up and down your features. There was an unrecognizable look in his eye. And even though unfamiliar, the way he was gazing at you sent a rupture of butterflies through your stomach all the way to your heart.

“Guys I got the movie on.” Miles walked into the kitchen, his attention placed on the phone in his hand.

Milo swiftly placed the cup on the counter next to you and moved back to the opposite counter. “You guys ready?” Milo asked as he looked up, a large smile playing at his face.

Milo looked at you once more before answering “yea.”

The Morales household was quieter than usual. Jeff and Rio had left for the night on a ‘one night parent only’ vacation, trusting you and the twins to be civil for their night out.

The soft moonlight shined through the window of Miles' room, caressing his floor.

As you were laying in his bed, he was sprawled out on top of you holding you close; something that would happen often at your sleepovers.

Miles had fallen asleep on you over thirty minutes ago; leaving you staring at the ceiling as he cuddled you.

Saying you were bored was an understatement. But you knew he often didn’t get to sleep well, so waking him wasn’t an option.

Letting your state of uninterest in sleep win, you attempted to wiggle his limbs off of you to make leeway to leave.

He mumbled gently under his breath, telling you to ‘stay still’. You stopped for a second, contemplating listening to his drowsy pleas.

Had you not been bright eyes and bushy tailed you most likely would’ve, but laying in a dark room with nothing to do but stay still absentmindedly was beyond even your infatuation for the boy. Sighing out a quick apology and a promise to return soon, you snuck out of his grasp.

Making a split second decision, you decided on heading to the kitchen for a snack.

The home was calm, an unoften serene that only happened in the dead night. It was just you and the JBL that stayed in the kitchen together.

Connecting your phone to the speaker, you turned on your soft Spanish playlist. You decided to take the initiative to clean the dishes that you three had piled up over the night. Even though you created the least amount of the mess.

…

The late night snack you had originally planned on getting had been tossed out the window.

The Music aided dearly in making the cleaning process quicker, swaying your hips to the soft sounds of guitar and humming along to whomever was singing as the songs ran on. Even if you could only pick out bits and pieces of the words they spoke as the dishes clinking was sometimes louder than the music, you mumbled what you could make out.

You were truly at peace.

You were unaware that Milo was still awake in his room playing on his console.

Hearing the soft Melodie’s coming from the kitchen, he hopped off the game to see what was happening. After sneakily making his way to the kitchen, he saw your dancing figure cleaning.

Leaning against the entrance to the kitchen, he watched you attentively; eyes following every movement you made.

Milo knew the way he felt in his chest was beyond infatuation for you at this point. He truly wasn’t sure to be relieved at the fact that you were unaware of his feelings, or want to crumple up into a ball. But as long asn you still liked his brother, it was for the best you didn’t know.

As the song came to an end the humming from your lips continued. Finishing up washing the dishes and setting them aside, Milo crept up behind you.

Placing his hands lightly on your hips, you jolted, startled by the presence behind you. You quickly turned around breaking the grasp he had on your hips, looking to see who had broken your serene. Of course.

Lightly punching his chest, you glared at him annoyed, “what the hell Milo! I damn near had a heart attack.”, you carefully whisper-shouted, in hopes to not wake Miles.

You turned back around to rinse out the sink, expecting him to move away from you, but he stayed behind you.

The soft sound of Natalia Lafourcade's voice filled the room, gentle music of “Soledad y el Mar” playing over the speaker.

Still feeling Milo’s presence behind you, you tilted your head over your shoulder.

“Do you need somethin-”

“Dance with me.”

He cut you off, his hands gently making their way back to your waist. You stared at him bemused, “I-what? No. I’m cleaning-” “dance with me.” He reiterated, “One song, this song and I’ll leave you alone.” You narrowed your eyes at him. You sighed, wiping your hands with the towel next to the sink. “You’ll leave me alone?” He nodded lightly, “For now. Damn just baila conmigo mujer.” Rolling your eyes, you nodded.

A lazy grin made its way to his face as he grabbed your hand gently turning you around, pulling you into his chest.

…

Oddly enough, you two quickly fell in sync. It was almost- nice.

He placed his hands around your waist again as you hummed lightly to rythm, swaying your hips against his.

He nestled his head into your shoulder.

A soft sigh escaped both your lips at the same time. You were surprised as he hummed with you to the cadence of her voice, “You know this song?” You whispered lightly, but loud enough that he could understand you. “Mi mamá plays music like this all the time when she cooks. It’s usually Ismael Rivera, but she has a few different people.” His mumble fell gently into the cusp of your neck. You hummed, nodding understandingly; recalling all the times you would hear Rio play her music as she cooked when you would hang out with Miles.

What he failed to tell you was that his dad would do just as he did when he saw his mother humming to the soft sounds of Spanish serenades in the kitchen. Jeff would whisk her away and dance with her; sweet affirmations of his love falling into her neck. Milo would catch them all the time when he and Miles were in their rooms, usually coming out for a moment to get water but instead ending up watching them silently from the hallway.

As the song neared its end he held you close, the rhythm you two had built slowly turning into a soft rock.

The feeling was oddly domestic, too domestic. It made you wonder- more of a realization than piqued curiosity- if you wouldn’t mind doing this again.

If you wouldn’t mind seeing Milo’s face when you went to bed or woke up in the morning.

If-, that you wouldn’t mind having a future with Milo.

Unbeknownst to the two of you, Miles woke up noticing the warmth from your embrace was gone indicating you weren’t in his room anymore.

He decided to get up, thinking you were in the kitchen getting a snack. As he walked out his room quietly, he heard the sound of two voices, your and his twin.

He stood silently in the hallway watching the sight in the kitchen. His face contorted from tired to a very displeased look, jealousy enveloping his body as he watched what was happening.

You would only do things like this with him, only share such loving embraces with him, not his counterpart.

When did you two become so close?

As his eyebrows furrowed, he went back to his room; choosing against ruining happiness that radiated from the two of you,

choosing to return to his bed cold and alone.

BONUS:

As the song ended, Laura Fygis rendition of “sabor a mi” replaced the tune. Milo gently let go of you with a small sigh, turning to leave you alone after one song as promised.

With a quick bite of your lip and a moment’s contemplation, you gently grabbed his bicep stopping him from leaving.

He turned his head over his shoulder to look at you, “you and I both know it’s criminal to not dance to this song.” You raised a brow, avoidantly asking him to dance with you again.

A smirk reached his lips, his eyes glistening, “Just say you can’t get enough a’me ma.” His hands swiftly lead right back to waist, smoothly joining your footing in sync once more.

“Don’t ruin the moment morales”

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°•°•°•°Back 'Home'°•°•°•°

Part 4

Parts: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 /. . . .

Synopsis: you get to know Miles better (sorta)

Warning: some strong language but nothing crazy.

A/N: i was free and kinda bored so :D — also I seriously planned finishing the flashbark part in this one but it got longer x"D

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THE NEXT DAY, you were late for class. having overslept finishing your math homework which was challenging for your braincells to say the least. You were striding through the halls to go to art class in your new uniform.

Your pervious one was left to dry.

It was the fourth time you yawned and attempted to wake yourself up, turning your head toward paths to remember your way, you were rechecking your bag for the third time to see if you forgot any of your art supplies.

It was enough you missed the first two periods, you didn't want to mess up in the third one with missing supplies. You were standing Infront the huge school's map on the wall, sliding your index finger to where you were and where was the class.

You were still holding your opened bag Infront your belly, making your way backward with your focus still on the map as you were mesmerizing your path. you didn't notice you were getting closer to someone till you bumped into their back.

They let an irritated groan, seemingly unaffected by your bump While You almost fell on your face.

thanks for your incredible balance you caught yourself, hugging your bag harder as you turned to apology to the person with awaken eyes.

" I am so sorry! I wasn't looking where I. . . .wait, it's you?" The mysterious boy Infront you was rubbing his shoulder, the area you hit while frowning at you.

" You again? " his hoarse voice spoke.

gazing at him up close you noticed those faint dark circles under his eyes, his braided hair seemed a bit messy as well and his eyes barely were awake like he just got out of bed. Huh, seemed you weren't the only one late.

you both stood in the empty hall, just staring at each other till you felt too awkward to keep staring , you gazed at your bag instead. you didn't know what to add in this silence since you already apologized and he seemed to prefer being quiet, so. .

" U-uhm anyway, see you later in class. . .?" You closed your bag throwing it behind your shoulder, you waved awkwardly and passed him.

You began speeding your steps so to escape this awkwardness and to reach your class as soon as possible.

"Wait! " You stopped on your tracks, realizing it was the quiet boy behind you who called, you turned your head at him. He was scratching his head, looking at his feet seemingly embarrassed he called for you that loud.

Thankfully there was no-one in school halls but you.

". . .Yes?" You asked, trying to sound as patient as possible. he approached your figure since you were standing far. His eyes were trailed elsewhere till it was on you when he asked.

"Do you know. . .where the art class is?" Ah, so he was lost. Typical for a new student.

you didn't know why he would be even shyer asking for direction but you found it kind of amusing comparing to your first 'meeting' the previous day.

" Well, you are lucky because I was heading to there too!" Being your overly friendly self, you sent him a smile and though he didn't return it, you weren't bothered.

You took several steps forward adjusting with your head that he follow you.

"com'on, we are going to be late."

and so, he began following you through the halls which sunlights were bathing the floors and walls, the only noise coming from you both were clicking of your shoes.

and of course you both were silent, no-one attempting to break out this quietness, you usually didn't mind it like this, you enjoyed quiet though since day one of meeting him he piqued your curiosity.

ever since you believed you had seen him somewhere and the fact he too had the same class as you, it was hard to keep your questions to yourself and it was coming from someone who minded their own business.

" Soo. . .you are in class A, right? Since we are both heading to art class. "

You briefly glanced at him before looking forward so you couldn't tell his expression, you also sort of thought he would just ignore your question like before.

" Guess so."

You let a hum. " if so, how come haven't I seen you in class yesterday? I thought you were in the other one."

a pause " I sit in the back" he answered simply not allowing much room to conversation.

" Ah, that must be it then." You sat with your friends in front rows so perhaps you didn't notice him or he might have wanted to be unseen by people.

"But I thought they would make you introduce yourself to class or whatever." You added, turning right with him behind you.

were you pushing your luck to stretch your chatting with him? not really, you were tired and if you didn't talk about anything, your mind would start to doze off into it daydreaming phase and you would end up unfocused in your class.

It was bad enough you didn't have your morning coffee.

" dunno about that . ."

and it ended as that, you two continued striding to class in silence.

When you reached the door you checked your wristwatch.

"Welp, luckily we are only 7 minutes late! "

a subtle nod from him.

You waved at the boy, turning the knob with a smile on your face.

" Alright, see ya later Burrito boy."

he frowned at you, lifting a brow.

" Burrito boy? "

You chuckled. " You didn't tell me your name yesterday, so yeah, Burrito boy for now." You started to turn the knob.

he rolled his eyes. " I ain't some 'Burrito boy' , stop that "

You ignored his comment walking into the room and turning to him last time with a wide smile.

"See ya!" and then you were gone to a seat besides your friends, leaving him standing like an idiot in the doorway.

His mouth stayed opened then it closed, realizing it was too late to response to you now.

"chica rara" [weird girl.] He mumbled under his breath looking for his seat.

for the past few weeks, the strange boy (who you later knew as Miles G. Morales) had made a reputation of himself in class, the quiet mysterious kid. Which wasn't a huge surprise seeing how he was hardly approachable.

He was also an A kind of student which was a surprise, his popularity even existed because of his degrees. especially in Spanish class.

Did he stayed loner like those cheap edgy teenage boys in classic highschool shows? Nope, he did make friends, some of his own.

Their vibes were different from him, I mean, they were louder, more chaotic and energetic than Miles. it was weird how he managed to get along with them though maybe because of his great grades that they needed his help.

he perhaps had one or two who matched his energy but nothing else.

you would sometimes meet Miles in your class or in the halls, and you would always greet him even when it wasn't returned, sometimes at least.

Your friend, Pacifica still teased you on your flirting with such an 'annoying brat' and commented how you had other options than him, to which you would roll your eyes and would deny, changing the subject.

There had been unjustified rumors growing in school about him that you of course did not believe.

There was that one time when a student didn't mind his own business and kept nagging the boy to do his homework in exchange of money to which he rightfully declined to till that student started to get overly pushy, Miles lost it when the student mentioned bad shit about his mother and beat the crap out of him and because of that rumors had began to spread about him. What made people wary of him more though was the huge size difference between Miles and the big student and yet he managed to knock him out.(You were absent that day because of your sickness, so you didn't see it, just hearing all about it from your friends )

He might have been an A student but that didn't mean people could be merciful. He didn't seem to try fight against them though, since he really didn't care.

You did respect that in him, how he barely gave a single shit though you wished he would try a bit to clean his picture, once people start to talk they won't shut up.

You should had known better to stick to your business since that boy's problem wasn't yours and he wasn't even your friend, yet you took it upon yourself when you heard some douchbags spitting shit about the kid in the halls.

They were snickering and adding some of the worst and annoying comments possible, about him, his family who they didn't meet and going even far to being straight up racist. Miles wasn't that far, he could hear them but you thought if he did he didn't care.

He was sitting on the floor Infront the locker, sketching some stuff in his sketch book. while he sat their enjoying his time on floor you were glaring at those two who wouldn't shut up, you had stopped in your track the moment you heard the N-word being said by one of them.

Again, it wasn't your business, yet you stood and listened to what they were whispering. 'it wasn't your business' you kept telling yourself. If he didn't mind it then neither should you, you can just walk away and ignore their comments. They weren't even thrown at you.

You could just ignore and continue with your day, right?

but you couldn't stop your feet from moving toward them, having your chin high and a scowl on your face.

" Hey! Instead of saying some stupid untrue shit about someone why don't you mind your business?" You made sure your voice was loud enough to grab their attention.

which it did. They turned their head to you, their cruel smile fading into a confused frown. they stared at you for a bit. (Unknowingly to you, Miles did too)

" why don't you mind your own business?" One of them sneered. "we aren't even talking about you."

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. " Wow thanks. Still doesn't make a difference." You kept your stare as intense as possible even when you were starting to feel nervous, you didn't let it show on your face thankfully.

plus, you were surrounded by students so they wouldn't try to do anything to you even if they wanted to.

"You can't just spat none sense about someone, didn't your moms teach you better?"

one of the boys rolled their eyes back at you.

" Why so offended? Is he your dearly boyfriend or something? Cause if so go kiss his ass instead of bossing around like a bitch. "

This caught you off guard, your eyes widen at him. They started sneakering again with one of them giving the other high five.

You felt your face heat up from embarrassment and rage, you bit on your lip and clenched your fists trying to compose your reaction. You exhaled deeply to calm your nerves.

Miles had his eyebrow lift slightly at you.

" No, he isn't my boyfriend. but he is my friend and I would like for you both to shut the fuck up about him. "

Was he really your friend? Big nope, you knew his name just weeks ago and perhaps with other things but that was besides the point now.

You could say you answered with that for the sake of argument and to be convincing, to yourself more as well. You wished that perhaps that would brush these idiots off but it didn't, if more, they looked intrigued.

" Oh? And what if we didn't, what will you do?" the dark haired one said, taking a step forward toward you with a unsettling smirk on his face.

Your eyes widen though You forced your body to stay still, frowning even more. " We-ell, w-wouldn't you like to know? " your voice started to lower to your disadvantage.

'crap I stuttered! and I should have sounded more intimidating, why am I NOT sounding intimidating enough?!'

The taller boy took another step, his friend following suit. you started to panic inside your mind. What should you do?!

" Oh we would pretty much like to know." Said the other one, smirking as well, he suddenly reached his hand to brush your hair.

You jumped taking a step back.

" S-stop that! I am warning you."

but they were unfazed and kept walking toward you, while you took steps back. The people surrounding you didn't notice this interaction, and even when you put your trust on them to save you when you call for help, your pride prevented you.

You still kept glaring at them, perhaps it would have given them the impression that you were not playing around. The same guy who touched your hair stretched his hand to do it again, rubbing your shoulder and keeping you on hold so you couldn't walk further.

"Warning us? You are so adorable darling." The dark haired one said as he started to brush your hair with you trying to shake their hand off.

You slapped one of their hands " Stop it! Or. . Or–"

"Or what princess? What are you going to do? " The shorter one repeated, smirking.

" This. "

Your eyes went wide as you watched someone step Infront you, covering your whole figure behind their back. They held the boy's hand away from your shoulder, squeezing it in force till it hurt.

You heard the boy whine, trying to break free and with no vain. His friend acted on the spot, sending a punish to the boy standing Infront of you, only for his fist to be clutched with his other hand like it was nothing, he twisted the boy's hand, making him bend Infront him in pain.

Miles still had his back to you, as you kept watching surprised how he singlehandedly took them both.

" If ya wanna start a problem, then do it with me. Leave her out of it." He twisted the other's hand, forcing him to join the floor with his friend. some people passing by started to gaze at the scene, shocked as you were.

" Understood? " His voice though quiet, was sharp and clear. your heart was pounding as you finally let out a breath knowing you were safe now.

No answer from them and so Miles twisted their hands even more.

" Ow ow ow yes! Yes! Understood!! Leave us please!"

" Ouchh! Ouch–yeah, leave her alone got it! Let go now!"

and so he did, standing firm, having his sharp gaze on them. They backed away immediately rubbing their sore wrists.

" You are a freak!! "

" The hell is wrong with you, piece of shit?!"

" If ya believe am that dangerous or sum shit of what yo sayin then ya better be scared and stay. Away." He sneered at them before his intense gaze turned at you, they soften but you didn't notice.

too busy realizing what the hell just happened. You heard him mumble 'you okay?' to which it took a while from you to nod your head. You yelped when he suddenly dragged your arm along with him.

"Com'on we gotta go " he said so casually like he wasn't dragging a person with him.

" Wait wait– we are away now, you can let go!" You tried to break free but you couldn't, his grip was hella firm!

" estúpida, what were you thinkin? You could have just went on your way." [Idiot ] you heard him say under his breath, he even sounded annoyed for some reason.

You sighed as you just let him drag you to the end of the hall as he let go of you, turning to frown at you.

"It wasn't your business"

"Neither were theirs? someone had to do something, you had to do something! " You too started frowning, you didn't know why but it started to frustrate you how lightly he was taking the situation of people talking shit about him. Was he not bothered?

"They keep spitting nonsense about you! And you just. . Just stand there and act like it's nothing, doesn't it bug you even for a little?" You were crossing your arms, your voice turned soft at the end as you stared at him, sadly.

Miles had his eyes narrowed at you. " why do you care? Why acting like it's your problem?" He was confused by your question. as you just stared at him, not knowing how to answer.

Days ago, while you were taking a different route home with your friend you saw a familiar face painted on the walls of New York, the cop Jefferson Davis's face. You had knew of him from your father's friend who was a cop as well.

the cop used to show your father and you his photos with the guy and other co-workers at work.

the day of his death, he spoke so highly of him and how he sacrificed himself for so many people, you didn't know the guy deeply but thought of him as a hero.

While they were showing the dead victims faces on TV, he was among them. you felt kind of sad but didn't think much of it back then.

So when you saw his face again something pulled your curiosity to ask more about this guy, especially of how he reminded you of someone though you weren't sure of that theory.

when you went back home that weekend, you called your father's friend, Joshua, asking him to tell you more about Jeff and it turned out that he was from Morales family, to your shock and fear however he was Miles's father.

From that day you saw the boy in a different light, hence why you stopped calling him 'Burrito boy', you began to understand him more even when you two hardly spoke to each other. Though you began to understand through his behaviour and actions of why he was doing it.

one thing you still didn't understand was why he didn't fight for his reputation.

" So?" He asked, kind of impatiently.

You inhaled and exhaled loudly.

"Listen, Miles. . .we maybe don't speak a lot but I see you as a good person and it kind of annoys me how you won't bother to prove it to anyone else," You bit your lips at his blank expression, brushing through your hair you sighed again. 'this is so stupid'

why were your chest tightening, you weren't even confessing to him!

"I know it isn't my place to speak and it is indeed not my business, but could you at least try? Please." His eyes widen a bit as you both stared at each other, till he broke your gaze, staring besides him instead.

He clicked his tongue rubbing his eyes. " Hablas en Serio ? " [are you serious?] He couldn't believe you were asking him to defend himself a little, why were you that interested about his problem?

" If I do,would you stop standing up for me?"

You blinked, taken a back by this.

" huh? What do you mean?"

Miles smirked, to your surprise. " Ya think I am blind and don't see all that ya doing behind my back?"

the beats of your heart sped up again, as your face started to heat up, you opened your mouth multiple times then closing them like a fish.

" Yo–you. . .you noticed??" Miles smirked more. his amussing expressions were surprising you that It was hard to look away.

"You ain't that silk, ' cerebro grande' " [ 'big brain'. ]

okay now that you are talking with him, he kept speaking in Spanish, was that his native language or something? also what?

The bell rang when you opened your mouth to say something, he turned on his heels passing you before you could utter a world. his confidence and mysterious behaviour drawn your attention, you couldn't understand how a quiet kid could show such power with simple words and acts.

" Later, niña " [ little girl] you heard him mumble still smirking.

You were left there like an idiot, staring at him bewildered and surprised, your hands clasped on the straps of your cross bag.

Miles sly smirk turned into a simple smile as he remembered your confidence when you stood up for him, he didn't like to have you involved in those situations, of course.

He may have not said it, but you were right, he should at least try stand for himself and stop those rumors from spreading even when they were going to anyway. He knew how to be witty and clever with his responses, he just didn't care.

yet since you became in the picture, he would reconsider to let himself be heard. If it meant to push you away from trouble.

Was he worried about you? well, you seemed to be stubborn and someone had to stop you before you hurt yourself.

He didn't know much about you but from your actions he could tell it wasn't new for you to stand up for someone, he did see you do it multiple times now.

he wasn't the type to focus on someone but your case was an exception.

Miles felt those following weeks were going to be interesting.

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This a so well thought post and the way you had written it to explain further about yout theory is done VERY WELL!

I am glad I am not the only one (sure there are hundreds or even thousands who saw the issue as well and is believing Miguel's theory is wrong) but anyway am glad with the way you explained it!

I too believe, that there is NO way this was left 'by mistake' it was for plot purposes and it was PLANNED till the future film explains it.

Just like the glitches of the 42' radioactive spider!

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

This originally was going to be a reblog to another post, but it happened what it always happens: It got too long.

This is the post in question.

The response I wanted to talk about was that a lot of people were defending Peter's actions in the context that he has good intentions because he believes that this is the right thing to do. There was a mistake I didn't address in that initial post, so I will say the quiet part out loud for this post.

Despite being about Peter, I will talk a lot about Miguel, because Peter is doing what he is doing because he believes in Miguel, which is a problem.

(Disclaimer: I don't hate Miguel, I honestly think he is a great ambiguous character, and I am just going as hard as I do in this post because I'm very passionate about this subject not because I think Miguel should be hated. Fans may want to stay away just in case.)

Pls don't kill me.

This is false, and that's a problem.

Okay, so let's start with this: Miguel is wrong by his own standards. I had already talked about this in other small posts but let's dig deeper into it.

Did you catch the issue yet?

Here is the thing: How a canon event can happen if the person who caused it wasn't supposed to be there?

Miguel is blaming the hole on Miles, saying that it happened because it disrupted the canon event; yet what caused the canon event?

Spot. He did it.

However, Spot is not the arch-nemesis of Pavitr, Spot didn't even want to talk to Pavitr and was mostly ignoring anyone who wasn't Miles. And again, MIGUEL SAYS HOW SPOT SHOULDN'T have EXISTED TOO.

How come Captain Singh was supposed to die in that bridge, if this wasn't the canon event?

Because remember, Miguel says it needs to be a battle against an arch-nemesis too; meaning that if this needed to happen today, THE CANON EVENT WAS ALREADY DISRUPTED BECAUSE THE WRONG PERSON DID IT.

Now, I think the audience not catching this is pretty normal; I think it took me until like my fourth watch to notice that detail. In terms of writing, is supposed to be a small little hole when the next movie talks about what's going on.

(Because yes I am convinced this is the proof that Miguel is wrong about the canon and not just a mistake the writers didn't think of. Like the fact that in Into the Spider-verse Miles's spider glitches; and then in the next movie we realize it was from another dimension.)

However, is one thing the audience to not figured out this thing; another is that Miguel is doing what he is doing when this is the situation.

Let's mention other things Miguel got wrong, not because I want to dunk on Miguel, but because those mistakes had something in common that we need to address.

This is wrong, regardless of how you sliced it, this is wrong.

For starters, Miguel is blaming Miles for being bitten, which is...dumb. Like Miguel doesn't need the context that Miles didn't try to get bitten, it just happens; that's literally what happens to most Spiders, they just got bitten. Someone who objectively has learned about the story of multiple spiders in order to create an algorithm should have noticed that.

Second, this is stupid because now that we had established Miles was going to get stuck in this situation no matter what; let's go said this: The anomaly issues started before Miles was involved.

Miguel establishes how to travel between dimensions and anomalies in general fucks things up; and guess that: there was a spider from another dimension before Miles was involved. Actually, there are more!

Is hard to see, but as you can see, there are OTHER spiders! And considering 42 is the one that says decease yet not the rest, this means they are alive!

This fact I don't know if it will be canon, because it wasn't stated in the movies; but in the artbook is stated that Dr. Oct from 1610 stole John's designs to create the collider; Spot literally created Miles because the Spider was brought by his work.

Not only is Miguel blaming Miles for this mess, but if Miguel thought it was bad that a spider bit someone when they weren't from the same universe; well how good it is to have MULTIPLE being in the hands of one lunatic scientist that is the REAL reason this mess is happening?

Fact aside Miguel is hellbent on catching anomalies yet this slipped past his radar, let's remember that he should probably be aware of much of this.

Call me crazy but when you can get footage of all the spiders and what they are doing, and then you hear about the multiverse almost falling apart; wouldn't you try to look into EXACTLY what happened?

Speaking of exactly what happened-

Oh really? Because if you ask me.

None of these are the same.

Let me break it down.

Miguel's second universe: Things glitch briefly before they start crumbling and disappear entirely.

Pavtir's universe after the Spot: Hole starts sinking an entire building and it is led to believe more can be dragged.

Miles's universe in ITSV: Things glitch before making things from another universe take the place of the original thing.

None of these behave the same, which would be weird if these ones were all truly, made because the canon was disrupted. But what a coincidence that they start to make sense the second you put some context in two of these.

Pavitr's universe is being swallowed by a hole just after the guy who creates holes and wants to open some more became a multidimensional monster thanks to a big Collider who of course can magnify the Spot's effect.

And Miles universe has buildings and the like being replaced because they are trying to bring things from another universe.

So no, I don't believe Miguel's universe is falling apart because 'Canon.' I am sure there is more to it.

I am pretty sure I could find more things if I needed to, but I think this showcases my point. Miguel is wrong, on multiple levels; you can even see this in this post early on with how Miguel blames Gwen even when a perfectly available excuse was right there. Miguel is shown to be in the wrong constantly.

Here is the thing, I am not bringing all of this up because I want to trash Miguel (if I am honest considering how many of the things he does become retroactively worst when you think about it, this is pretty tame.) I am bringing this up because the information is wrong, and they are doing decisions on the basis of that.

Because Miguel doesn't know. None of them do.

They all believe in this.

I don't believe Miguel is a villain, I don't believe he is giving the wrong information because he wants to trick everyone into whatever he would want to do. There is no one in the organization that believes in this more than Miguel.

And that's the problem.

Seeing this movie the number of times I had and rewatching parts for certain things, one of the conclusions I got is that Miguel is hellbent that is his way or the highway on this one. Everybody else? I feel they are being strung along.

For example, Miguel believes Gwen and Miles shouldn't have been involved at all. Jess thought Gwen was okay but sees Miles as an issue. Peter thinks Miles is a fine, anomaly or not.

The cardinal Sin I didn't mention in my original post wasn't left out not because I knew that Miguel, Jess, and the others are just trying to avoid the multiverse from collapsing, and ergo deserve that defense. (Though to clarify, I do believe it is something to consider because is not the same as doing things for selfish reasons than for altruistic ones.)

It was left out because I firmly believe that making a mistake in good faith is wrong by default and doesn't need an explanation.

Also because for reasons I'm going to delve right now, I just can't be normal talking about this topic.

Look, without deviating too much and making this about myself, in real life, I am sick of "But they have good intentions!" Excuse. Is actually laughable how many things that are wrong with me started with good intentions.

But! That sob story only affects one person, right? And is different when it affects others!

My mom saw in me someone with potential, she saw someone smart, that may be able to achieve things, if I just push myself hard enough, I could get the best marks in the class. I just needed to apply myself.

This meant my mom ignored the difficulties I had, chalking them up as excuses, that I wasn't trying hard enough. She loved me so much that she didn't want to believe there was something wrong with me that could stifle my potential.

Without giving unnecessary details, what ended up happening is that I have mental scars that are not going away. Some of the things that happened left irreversible damage.

I think is not a surprise to hear that I am part of the LGTBQ+ Community, in more than just being trans. Do you guys want to know how many times in my life I had heard of "think of the children!" from parents that legitimately believe presenting content that isn't cishet is actually harmful?

I lost the count years ago.

"But that's bigotry! Is not the same if you are doing it for the actual good of the people!"

Sure, hey had you ever learned about the father of gynecology, J. Marion Sims? Without his contributions, we wouldn't have the knowledge we have today, he has been praised for years for his work especially since is an under-researched field.

Did I mention the guy had almost a messianic complex believing he had every right to do what he did, which was torture black women who were slaves?

"Oh but this is fiction!"

For those who don't know or don't remember, this is Tony Stark with Bruce Banner, talking about creating an AI that could help save humanity from the next catastrophe. Bruce was reticent, yet Tony wanted to do this as a response to the events in the first Avengers movie, because he wants to have something that can stop another float of aliens from invading the world.

This thing becomes Ultron, the supervillain of that movie and a villain that created a domino effect that catapulted multiple plot threads later on.

Now class, what do Tony Stark and Miguel O'Hara have in common?

They both have good intentions, and they are trying to save the world/multiverse, yet because they are still wrong, the consequences of it are still their fault.

Let's remember who are the ones paying over this.

Ah yes, basically everyone!

Miguel has noble intentions, he suffered a great tragedy that scarred him for life, and the burden of what he did has driven him to do whatever it takes to save the multiverse, so his mistakes can't happen again. He has been focusing on this entirely, refusing to focus on other things (including his mental health because he needs extensive therapy,) yet for some reason, call it hasty conclusions, call it hubris, I honestly don't know why; he ended up coming up with a flawed theory.

Because here is the thing, is fine for the audience to not catch the logical fallacy as a newcomer who is just new to all of this; yet imagine someone who created an entire theory that they are using as the baseline of rules in order to protect the entire multiverse, and yet somehow he doesn't catch a mistake that you can figure out if you say it slowly.

This is a problem because Miguel has the entire multiverse pending on a wrong theory, because if he focuses on keeping 'canon intact' instead of the real reason why stuff like this happens, it means resources, time and effort are poured into the wrong thing.

This is a problem because has a team that I believe is over a thousand people, including teens that honestly need more help than what this SpiderSociety is doing for them; being accomplices in reinforcing the suffering they had lived. Not to mention the moral dilemma everyone here is going to have.

Speaking of this, let's circle back to how this affects Peter too.

Because he is reinforcing this.

Yes, this is not his theory, yes, clearly how things are being run is not how he would do it. But he still lets this happen, EVERYONE is letting this happen.

This is the problem with Peter, Jess, and everyone else being strung along. Basically, everyone gave one look at Miguel, saw his theory, didn't think too hard about it, and went with it.

Let me remind you, Peter isn't stupid, he knows a few things, about the multiverse. Remember how in the first movie, he was the one who knew why he was glitching? Remember how he was planning to make a new goober himself, meaning he understands enough about it to know how to make it stop?

Here is my thing, "Good intentions" depend on how many people were harmed by those "good intentions." If I decide to bring a glass of water as a courtesy, and I drop the glass; I may have good intentions, but the glass is still going to be broken. However, this is just a glass, which makes it not that big of a deal.

Miguel, by deciding to take care of the multiverse and dictate how the interdimensional travel should be done and by who, is responsible for any mess his rushed conclusions had caused. And anyone who reinforces his ideology is an accomplice.

Now imagine I am a doctor, and I am convinced I found this miracle cure to cancer, and somehow I am able to bypass trials and legal bullshit and launch it into the market, and then is when we realize my cure's research was so poor it ends up making people actually get sicker.

In this scenario I rushed to get the cure to the public so people could be saved quicker, yet by doing so I ended up harming a bunch of people; which meant no good intentions should save me for a trial and judgment for the people who suffered.

Look, I am not a philosopher, and no one is asking me to give a class on Morals and Ethics. You are free to see the situation as you see fit.

The reason I decided to do this entire post, is because I as a person, can't and will not accept "Good Intentions" as an excuse.

I am not saying Miguel is as bad as Kingpin, of course. Again, I truly feel it for his character and his tragic nature; but Good intentions stop being an excuse and become an explanation the moment other people are affected. And at this point, that number is unmeasurable.

Miguel, Peter and Jess, and everyone else decided to preserve canon to save the universe, but if preserving a fake canon ends up making the lives of people worse if not contribute to letting people die; all that means is that the mistakes are marked in blood.

And the pain the people feel from those mistakes isn't erased by good intentions.

Again, sorry for coming way too strong in this one; this is just one of those topics that like the strike, I just can't contain how much it makes my blood boil.

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deepestblizzardcomputer · 9 months

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Godness they are falling for eachother hard and you can NOT convince me otherwise.

I swear they share one brain cell

You cannot tell me they weren't thinking of a specific person when they said this.

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deepestblizzardcomputer · 9 months

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IKRR???

I thought they were AT LEAST half done with the third movie perhaps?? Since they were so SURE it was going to be relased THE NXT YEAR right away?? I was REALLY worried it if twas relased with the knowledge of how overwhelemed the animators were and how they barely started.

And yeah i totally agree, just throwing out the film just because would be a TERRIBLE mistake.

I do hope time goes fast so we don't feel the wait and how long it is x""D

Yall im sick—

#astv #spiderverse across the spiderverse #reblog

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deepestblizzardcomputer · 9 months

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Yaaass, i understand you and you aren't the only one who is going to cry :"DD

Maybe if they hadn't gave us high hopes to a nearly impossible realse date, maybe it wouldn't going to hurt as now xD

Yall im sick—

#across the spiderverse #reblog #spider man: across the spider verse #delayed

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deepestblizzardcomputer · 9 months

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As much as i wanted it to be sooner, i am GLAD that happened. Because with the animation style, plot, the redemption arcs that would SURELY happen and again, animarion style. it would have been IMPOSSIBLE to happen any sooner.

If it did it wouldn't have been as great as the other two, i couldn't believe they would finish their third film so soon, i was even slightly worried a great potential of the film was going to be ruined since both film took their time to be released and had the best result.

I have also knew recently that the team hadn't even really STARTED anything big, so by that, how the hell would they be able to animate thIS in a . . What?. . 7 months maybe till the release?? Seems impossible and we aren't talking about some children low quality cartoon here, we are talking about SPIDERVERSE

perhaps the director or who ever was in charge was a bit. . .overconfident? After the release of the second film?? and hell if it was relased at the said release date and it was SOMEHOW as great as the previous ones, that would make you worry about the animators' physical and mental health.

Because that would mean they haven't touched grass for those past months while animating the next movie.

Soo, i am kinda bummed out that i would wait a bit longer, perhaps till 2025 or 2026? But am glad and satisfied they would take their time to give us the BEST result :D

Yall im sick—

#D #cause with great quality comes a great patience #:#spiderman across the spiderverse #Atsv #kinda sad amma wait longer but oh well xD

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°•°•°•°Back 'Home'°•°•°•°

Part 3

Parts: 1 /2 / 3 / 4 / 5 /. . .

Synopsis: a flashback of Miles G. Morales facing his heavy grief of the loss of his father and how he became what he was in his universe and of course his first meeting with you.

Warnings: none

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THE FAMOUS COP, Jefferson Davis, had died during fulfilling his mission of justice to his city. his death had left a deep scar on his 11 years old son, Miles Morales, who didn't know how to react after knowing those news at the time.

Miles has always been a good boy, he was known for being polite and kind to who around him, sometimes he had a bad temper but it never went too far. That until the event of the funereal, after that everything of him changed.

The boy was closer to his father, looked up for him, even when he was sticking those stickers around and had an option to be working as an artist since he loved expressing himself through his drawings, he had considered working as a cop or as one of the secret police agency when growing up, dangerous was his middle name and he had no fear interfering with such thing.

he wanted to help create a place where everyone felt safe.

so, to witness his father's coffin being buried six feet underground, didn't encourage his dream at all. in his world there was no 'powerful' hero to save the day, just regular cops who did their job as best as they could, against thieves and 'villains' it was so unfair how they the ones who were over powered while the good people weren't.

Miles had sketched fictional heroes, imaging how life would have been if there was someone who had enough power to kick those villains' asses. he drowned himself in sketches to distract himself from the cruel world, he became more quiet in school and more distant around his classmate and everyone one, even his own mother.

His uncle knew a way to reach him though it was difficult at first, his nephew would avoid being honest to his questions, lock himself in his room more than usual, ignore talking out with his friends or mother when she asked him to open up and keep it all to himself.

this unhealthy reaction was starting to be a habit, taking tool of his health and his weight. He couldn't focus on class or finish his homeworks. Would go for a 'walk with his friends' and be back late.

Rio's concerns toward her son had started to grow to the point she was considering to have him visit a therapist without his knowledge to which Aaron's declined this idea, saying that the kid needed some 'time' and this would make him close off even more.

The best they could do was to wait and to show him, how they were always there for him. The man wasn't really the best at handling this kind of situation, he had thought of taking Miles himself to a therapist but knew better. in a way, the kid resembled him in his worst days, how he would react to certain things.

They had stayed low till the day Miles lost it to a classmate and beat him with all his might, his classmate had been sent to treatment, it wasn't nothing much serious though it still brought out his family's concerns.

That's when Aaron started to become more firm when they got home, he kept cornering Miles with sensitive questions and annoying comments (ignoring Rio's warning whispers and annoyed gestures toward this) till finally his nephew broke out of his shell, crying down on floor.

Rio watched shocked and ran to her only son with open arms (glaring at the guy) while Aaron frowned watching him, before he joined them on floor (apologizing to Rio of course, saying it was the only way) they had to make him open up and break from his own hold.

He didn't want to hurt his nephew, he would kill anyone who dare lay a finger on him, that's for sure. Aaron didn't like to push Miles to this limit, since he, in the end of the day, was just a kid facing a heavy grief but he feared that they would lose him the longer he kept his distance.

it was how he got himself lost as well, with no-one being able to reach him, not even his brother

He knew Miles wouldn't want to have anything with crimes since he was a good person who looked up to his father, but if anything Aaron learned was true was life could push you to many places, even to the rarest ones you least expect.

Miles refused to meet a therapist, agreeing only on opening up with his family to decrease his temper outbursts and avoid any recent meetings. It was starting okay with him, the wound was still there but he was putting his whole focus on school work to ignore the pain.

He had started to raise in his grades once again, not stopping in his track. for a 12 years old boy he was handling it maturely, he still kept some struggles to himself to not to add worries to his exhausted mother. seeing she had applied for more shifts to manage a better life for her and her son.

his uncle would send some cash for them in a way of taking care of them, despite countless declines from Rio, he had always sent them some of his cash to which she helplessly took it in the end.

days were going in an alright direction for Davis family, handling loss of their dearest member in their best way possible or so Miles thought, as he once sneaked into his uncle's room at evening, it wasn't really that bizarre for him since he did that recently and Aaron had allowed him to.

well, in the daylight at least and with a message to notify his uncle he was coming.

It was one of those days with Miles telling his mother he was 'staying' with his uncle after school when it really wasn't, Miles had a fight with one of his classmates which left him with bruises all over his face and body.

They had outnumbered him by 3 to 1, and he miraculously managed to take two of them out, while the last one who was in a bigger size took some good punishes on him.

Obviously, he didn't go back home for this reason, his mother had enough to worry about. and so, as he was making his way to grab some ice to cool down his bruises when someone burst into the living room all of the sudden.

Causing the boy to jump, upon seeing the familiar purple and black costume, Miles quickly ran to grab a knife and act bold Infront that 'Intruder' only to be shocked when the guy took of his mask, coughing loudly.

" Uncle Aaron. . . ?" He mumbled eyes wide as his uncle turned at him, clutching his metallic clawed glove, he flinched dropping the knife and assured it was just him.

his uncle's sharp gaze turned to surprise before they soften with worry. " the hell happened to your face?"

Instead of answering him, he stayed gawking at his costume approaching him slowly. " You. . You were the Prowler all that time?"

after explaing his situation to his nephew and that he once was working with the 'bad guys' before he quit and started to ruin their plans instead, it had brought a deeper interest to his nephew more than he thought.

Miles promised he wouldn't tell a soul of what he saw if his uncle did the same about his burises and also, teached him his ways.

When his uncle refused, saying how it was extremely dangerous and he was still young, Miles kept persuading him, revealing how he still didn't feel any better since no-one seemed to do something about his father's death. the crimes were still high, people still got hurt and no powerful man stopped all that since it was all going downhills.

He wanted to help the people and to give those assholes a piece of his mind, he wanted to do anything to calm down this fire inside him, that kept him awake at night. Miles promised he would do his best and would stop picking fights since this training would keep him focused and put his whole energy on it.

At first, Aaron still refused and sent him home although he didn't mention to Rio about his burises, but after days, Miles's mood grew worse and he kept nagging his uncle, seeing how his nephew seemed true to his words and desperate to do something Aaron agreed in the end.

Training him himself. Their bond started to grow the more time they spent with eachother. His uncle had took notice of many potentials his nephew had, Miles was a fast learner and a hard worker and as promised he stopped picking fights.

there was new target in his life that filled him with determination. it wasn't until he turned 14 that he did his first mission as a prowler besides his uncle.

Stopping burglars from robbing a bank, it might have seemed simple but for Miles it was an important step toward a better future for himself and his city.

It was also at the time which his mother transfered him into a new highschool, Vision Acedmey.

He tried to convince his mother he was alright in his pervious one, since he was surrounded to his people and was closer to his uncle's apartment.

to no vain, she refused, explaining how this school was way better and it had excellent degrees in teaching Spanish. despite Miles assuring her he never missed a Spanish class in his old school, she still refused.

telling him how she heard there were excellent teachers for each subject and they teached with deep care unlike the previous ones.

So her son just gave out a long sigh, agreeing in the end if that what would make her glad.

Upon entering the new school with his luggage, he noticed how much 'elite' it was (to his disliking), the place was bigger and cleaner than his old one, also more crowded with students who were packed in different groups.

Miles was having a headache from his lack of sleep due to his mission last night, so he plugged in his earphones to block out those noises.

he kept dragging his stuff behind, his focus was on ground as he was in deep thought, not noticing the small group Infront him, he bumped into someone.

The boy blinked taking off one of his earphones, hearing a gasp and a groan. he turned his head up at who he walked into, seeing three girls Infront of him, one of them was wiping off the red salsa and some food remainings off her skirt and blouse with one of her friend's napkin. the girl besides helping her.

While the third one whose burrito was on the ground, was glaring at him.

" Can't you watch where you are going?? You ruined my friend's uniform! " she said.

Miles blinked, his eyes trailing from the glaring girl to your uniform. his expression was blank as you both stared at eachother before he turned to your angered friend.

"Didn't mean to. . " He was walking his way when the girl grabbed his shoulder.

" You won't even apologize?? That shit is hard to clean!"

a sigh was heard behind him as a soft voice spoke " Pacifica it alright. . It isn't that bad?" Your voice didn't sound sure however. Pacifica turned to you annoyed.

" No it is!! Everyone one is going to see it!" Miles turned frowning at the girl lifting a brow.

" Let go of me. . ." his voice was calm although uneasy. Your friend frowned back, unmoved.

"Not until you give an honest apology to my friend, asshole" her eyes narrowed more, causing her thick dark eyelashes to almost touch eachother.

tense was starting to build up in the air till you moved to break Pacifica's grip off Miles, putting a friendly smile on your face. That smile that he would later fall for.

" He said he didn't mean to and it's okay! am sure I have spare of other uniforms in my dorm. " You put your friend's hand away, trying to calm her down.

Miles who was watching you, had his frown ease a bit, it was kind of surpsing how you seemed barely annoyed than your friend even when your clothes was the one that got ruined. He started to feel kind of guitly.

" sorry. . ." It was soft from him that you almost didn't catch it, his gaze was to your uniform once again. man, your friend wasn't wrong, it did seem hard to clean off.

You blinked at him for a moment then smiled.

" No harms done! It's alright." you squinted your eyes at his face as you titled your head, your hand was still on his shoulder.

". . . Somthin is wrong?" He asked lifting his eyebrow again.

"Ah sorry it just, you. . .seem new here. what's your name? " The annoyed gaze returned to Miles, knowing you meant no harm with a simple question, still he wasn't really into the mood.

" Yah am a new student. . . have to go now." he brushed your hand off as he made a subtle nod and turned on his heels away from you three.

You were left dumbfounded as you watched him leave, took you a while to look beside you and see your friend unimpressed gaze. She had her arms crossed.

" Seriously, [Name] ? You gonna flirt with this one, After what he did?"

You blinked as you let a confused chuckle. " I wasn't flirting with him?? Was just asking for his name to see if I recognized him somewhere."

"Ah yeah, as if you know EVERYONE here, sure!" She rolled her eyes as she used her tissues to clean her hand and her sleeves from the reamnings of her food. she mumbled under her breathe " What an idiot flirt."

" was not flirting?!"

" You kept staring at him tho" Your other friend added giggling. Making you roll your eyes.

as you made your ways to the bathroom, to help wash off your skirt. while your friends were chatting, you couldn't help but think of that strange boy who bumped into you three earlier, for some reason he seemed familiar.

like you recognized him somewhere, you thought maybe knowing his name would help?

a sigh escaped you 'he seemed really annoyed. . and sad?' you weren't sure if what you saw was right though and judging from how he looked around your age, you felt it wasn't going to be the last time you meet him.

and boy were you right?

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So, since our Miles was closer to his uncle before he died, why not make this Miles closer to his father before his death? Cause parallels! Why not :D

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REBLOGING CAUSE THIS NEEDS MORE ATTENTION!

Morales twin Au x fem! reader

Morales twins x fem! reader

Synopsis! It was fairly obvious you had crush on your long term best friend, Miles Morales. It was also obvious that his twin brother Milo, was a pain in your ass.

MASTERLIST

Genre: Fluff, slight angst if your squint

Warnings: strong language maybe that’s it

Word count: 3.7k

Authors comment: see my NAVIGATION and MASTERLIST for more background information and fics about the Twin AU. part one, enjoy <3

1610! Miles > Miles

42! Miles > Milo

The feelings had to be mutual. I mean-there was just no way they weren’t, right? The way Miles would lightly place his hands on your waist and kiss the crevice of your neck oh so gently before bidding you goodbye, it had to mean something. That wasn’t something that “just friends” did. The way he would massage your shoulders just from you rolling them around uncomfortably, you never having to ask. The way Miles would kiss your cheek and mumble into it about how beautiful you were, swearing how any guy would be lucky to have you. He had to be referring to himself. He had to have been, there was no way he wasn’t.

But you saw the way he looked at Gwen. You saw the care-the longing in his eye. He never looked at you like that. You noticed how when she would leave he would be dejected for hours after, only feeling better after you would buy him a beef patty from Lenny’s shop. How he would unconsciously rant to you about her for hours, not stopping if you didn’t cut him off.

You knew he was unintentionally leading you on, but he wasn’t actually to blame. It was your fault you had even felt that way. You had been friends with Miles for years, only recently finding yourself having a romantic attraction to the boy.

You knew his behavior hadn’t changed since you two first bonded, but only now had you seen it as interest in you. It was your stupid heart's fault for developing feelings for your best friend, an uncontrolled action that you wished would’ve never happened.

You really, really wish it hadn’t happened.

You also wished he didn’t have an annoying ass twin who wouldn’t leave you alone, Milo.

Milo, who had the same beautiful features spread oh so perfectly throughout his face just like Miles. Milo, who had the same athletic lanky build as his twin, only being a half-inch shorter than his counterpart. Milo, who just like Miles was always surrounded by girls fawning over them.

But Milo was just twenty times harder for you to be around. Milo, who was just as attentive to your needs and wants as Miles, but never cared enough to help you. In fact he would go out of his way to make things harder for you. Milo, who relentlessly made fun of every aspect of you, had you not been so used to his words would’ve been genuinely hurtful. Milo, who was deemed “the evil twin” in your books.

When you had clicked with Miles all those years ago on the playground, you quickly learned of his twin brother when Miles came back to the park with Milo accompanying him the next day.

The first words Milo had said to you weren't even directed to you; turning to Miles, “ you told me she was pretty”, and walked over to the swing with a huff.

You grew quickly unfond of the other twin. That’s how it stayed the longer you grew to be friends with Miles.

When Miles would offer you a freshly picked dandelion, Milo would tug harshly at one of the braids that cascaded down your head. You and Milo could never get along. That’s how it always was, and how it always would be.

The internal pain in your heart was heavy as you fake smiled at Miles from across the room. He was once again talking about Gwen as he and Milo played 2k23; you sat upon Milo’s black bean bag you had dragged out into the living room.

Miles continued, a large smile displayed on his face, “And did you know she-” “Damn nigga shut up. We get it, you in love wit’ her.” Milo spoke irritatedly, trying to focus as he had possession of the ball in “black top” mode and the game was close.

You internally thanked Milo, happy to not have to listen to Miles' endless spew about Gwen any longer. “I-what? Psh-I don’t even like her, I don’t know what you saying bro.” Miles quickly spat out, trying to hide the embarrassment in his face.

“I’m gonna go get a water bottle, do you guys want one?” You sighed, changing the subject. “Uh-yes please” Miles spoke, Milo only nodded too focused to speak.

You missed Milo side-eyeing your figure as you walked out of his room.

Milo was aware you liked Miles, he was most attentive to your behavior- more than Miles was.

He didn’t get it. He knew you knew Miles liked Gwen, yet you still chose to follow him like a lost puppy. It irritated him to no end.

He never outwardly showed his interest in you, something that he’s had since he first met you; trying to conceal it after quickly taking note of the fact you liked his twin. Hell, the only one unaware of the fact you liked Miles was Miles.

But did you really hate him so much that you would rather have unrequited love with his twin, than spare any affection for him?

“AHHH THAT'S GAME.” Miles screamed excitedly as his in-game character Lebron James dunked on Milo’s character, winning the pick up game. “Were you even trying bro” Miles asked laughing. Milo zoned back in, rolling his eyes at his twin's antics as you entered the room again, throwing the waters at the boys. “Who won?” You looked between the two of them. “You already know.” Miles said pridefully, a beautiful geeky smile gracing his face that you were so fond of. You rolled your eyes playfully, a small smile making its way to your lips, “Miles this yo’ first win in a month.”

“That’s besides the point.”

“ This why nobody likes yo ass.” You irritatedly exclaimed at Milo. Milo rolled his eyes, leaning backwards to make himself more comfortable on the couch in the living room.

“You talk too damn much ma. Maybe if you would shut yo ass up once in a while niggas would be feelin’ you.” He shrugged, unpausing the show on the living room TV. Pulling your face into your neck, you furrowed your eyebrows. “I swear ima’ shave your hair in the middle of the night. Keep playin with me.”. You shook your head, glaring at him seriously.

You had tried to be civil with Milo, nicely asking him if you and Miles could watch a movie in the living room because he had been hogging the TV all day.

Instead of responding, he just side-eyed you and kept on watching his show.

His behavior quickly led to an argument between the two of you, you proceeding to stand up and grab the remote off the table, turning the TV off.

That resulted with him holding your hands uncomfortably behind your back with your chest flushed to his, making it easier for him to grab the remote because your build was smaller than his.

He snatched the remote back aggressively and turned back on his show, telling you to “sit yo’ ass down before I do it for you.” sitting on the couch annoyed with the remote in toll.

Milo furrowed his eyebrows staring up at you, leaning forward to rest on his elbows. “I bet yo ass you don’t touch my hair.” He pointed the remote at you accusingly, his voice stern.

“Oh you tryna’ get active? Wassup- Ian’ scared of yo ass.” You put your fist up, glaring at him angrily. He stood up, pulling his pants up slightly.

Miles quickly stood up between the two of you, “Ohkayyyyy—how about we just calm down. Mi cielo, we can just go back to my room, no biggie.” a nervous smile was present on Miles face, knowing you and Milo would actually fight because you had before on multiple occasions.

You bucked at Milo, “Mhm, get yo twin Miles. He thinks I’m playin’.” Scoffing, you walked out of the living room to Miles' room.

A new weekend at the Morales home, and you were at an all time high of stress. School had finally ended, but the hours you had spent up hunched over your bed studying for finals still were etched into your bones.

Moving your shoulders around with an uncomfortable sigh, you searched around the kitchen to find a snack. Miles was in the living room on his phone, waiting for you to return so you two could watch a movie.

Mumbling under your breath as you shrugged your shoulders, you missed Milo walking into the kitchen. “Damn I need a massage.” You grumbled, seeing the small catalog of treats to pick from. Milo side eyed you from the counter, seeing your stiff figure looking into the cabinet mindlessly. Picking up an apple off the counter Milo took a bite, startling you from the noise. “When the hell did you get in here?” You scoffed, rolling your eyes. He shrugged, gazing at you up and down. Setting down the apple he grabbed a stool, placing it in front of you, “Sit.”.

You furrowed your eyebrows, “ uh-why?”. “Jus’ do it.” You looked at him skeptically, “give me a reason or I’m not doing it.”

He rolled his eyes, “Just sit down ma” he smacked his lips, forcefully grabbing your shoulders and sitting you on the stool. You quickly went to stand back up, only for him to force you to sit back down again.

You opened your mouth to yell at him until his thumbs dug into the muscles or your shoulders, rubbing them in a manner that released all the tension stored.

You audibly sighed, rolling your head in a circle as you relaxed. He continued to massage your shoulders, working deeper into the areas that were tense.

Miles heard your soft grunts and moans coming from the kitchen. Confused, he got up to see if you were okay.

He was not expecting the sight of his twin, a smile on his face as he was massaging your shoulders.

“You ready Y/n?” He interrupted, his lip twitching slightly. You shot your eyes open, the movie completely forgotten in your mind. “Oh I’m sorry Pookie, yea.” You tapped Milo’s hand, indicating for him to stop. He let go of your shoulders, grabbing the apple on the counter and leaving before you could even say thank you.

Returning the next weekend to the Morales home was nothing out of the ordinary. The weeks of summer were starting, making you happier to be out of school and able to enjoy your freedom.

As you opened the door with the spare key Mama Morales had given you, you walked straight to Miles' room seeing him in his bed. “Hola mi cielo” Miles spoke kindly as you walked in, closing the sketchbook that he was drawing in and placing to the side. Smiling, you excitedly ran over and jumped on his bed, tackling him in the process. “Hi pooks, whatchu up to?” You asked, nestling yourself into his chest comfortably. He lightly reciprocated your embrace, smiling down at you. “You know- just drawing.” “Well that’s cool and all… but let’s go do something” you raised your eyebrows up and down to convince Miles to get up. “Ahhh I don’t know mamacita- were so comfy right here” he whined, closing his eyes pretending to be hurt by your suggestion. Smacking his chest lightly, you pushed yourself up lightly. “Cmon stop being lazy, it's finally summer.”

You strutted out his room, heading to his kitchen looking to make something or find something to eat. Miles begrudgingly got up, trailing behind your fleeting figure. “The whole point of being out of school is to be lazy y/n, you got it backwards.”, he grunted, sitting down at the dining table.

Grabbing the speaker you kept in the kitchen, you turned on a soft R&B playlist for background noise.

Heading over to the small pantry in the kitchen, you turned to Miles quickly and clasped your hands at the sight of cake mix. “Let’s bake together!!”

He sighed, too tired to protest but too tired to move. “How about you bake and I watch? Sounds like the perfect deal to me.” You rolled your eyes, wanting to spend time with your best friend and hopefully earn brownie points to win him over from his affection for Gwen. Finding something as endearing as baking would kill two birds with one stone.

Amidst your begging Miles, Milo walked into the kitchen taking a break from his ps5. He opened the fridge behind you, grabbing water and planned to walk out unnoticed, only for Miles to stop him.

“Hey! I know, bake with Milo. He loves baking, and this way I don't have to move.” Milo and you both looked at Miles like he had asked you to run a 5k marathon.

“Hell no” you spoke at the same time, looking at each with a scowl after the in sync answer. “See you guys are perfect for the job.” Miles said, a small smile on his lips as he saw the look on both your faces. “Forget that- I’ll do it on my own.” You mumbled, throwing your hands around obnoxiously as you grabbed all the ingredients and utensils needed for the job. “Relax Ma, I wasn’t gon’ help yo ass anyway.” Milo spat, rolling his eyes. Instead of leaving like he planned, he chose to linger around; leaning up against an empty counter space.

Milo and Miles watched as you read the directions on the box, going over to preheat the oven to the set temperature before opening the bag that the dry mix came in. Grabbing the mixing bowl, you poured the mix in with the wet ingredients, adding their correct portion sizes to the batter before grabbing the whisk.

Attempting to whisk, you realized the counter was taller than a normal counter, sitting at a weird ratio to your height; making it damn near impossible for you to whisk like a normal human. Miles snorted at your awkward movements, watching your hand move frigidly and uncoordinated as you stirred.

Milo rolled his eyes, walking over to you “mujer- what in the hell are you doing?” He raised an eyebrow at you, watching you very concentrated in your horrible attempt to mix the batter properly. “I think ‘s mad obvious.” You stated sarcastically, sticking your tongue out in focus. “S’ mad obvious yo dumbass never learned to stir properly.” His tone was snarky, a small chuckle falling from his lips.

You cocked your head back at him, eyes narrowing at his figure getting closer. “I will not hesitate to throw you in that oven Milo.” He scoffed as you turned your attention back to the batter.

He sighed, stepping closer to your figure. “It ain’t that hard Ma-, here.” Milo footed himself directly behind you, one hand on the counter next to you and the other placed over your hand on the whisk. “No seas idiota.” You scoffed at his insult. Even though you weren’t fluent in Spanish, the word idiot was clear. “Jus’ relax and whisk. No need to be so aggressive wit’ it.”

He guided your hand around the batter, his taller height advantage making the task less awkward for his hand placement as he stirred. You huffed, allowing his hand to guide yours freely as your other hand held the bowl still.

Leaning forward slightly, he put his head adjacent to yours making eye contact, “See, easy.” Milo's voice was calm, matching the energy of the Giveon song playing in the background. A small, almost unnoticeable smile crept to your lips as the whisking became easier and the batter slowly mixed together.

Miles sat quietly irritated at the domestic display in front of him, drastically different from how you and his twin usually interacted.

Had he known Milo was going to be this close to you, he would’ve gotten up and helped you bake himself.

In the living room of the Morales household, your spews about your plans filled the air. Miles sat intently listening with a smile on his face, watching as you animatedly expressed all the things you had planned for you and Miles to do that day. “Ya and then we can-” your rants were cut off by Miles phone ringing, his screen displaying ‘Gwen :p’. “One sec y/n” he said apologetically, picking up the phone. He walked out of the room as he answered, his voice awkwardly speaking out a greeting to the mic.

You sighed, choosing to sit down and wait for Miles to return. It hurt you how quick he was willing to cut you off to talk to her.

Miles walked back into the room, a guilty look playing at his features. “Uh, so I know you had plans for us today.” He paused, “but Gwen is actually in town! And- and you know I was going to say no but she leaves tomorrow and-” “just go Miles.” you cut him off, a hollow chuckle leaving your throat. “Are you sure? Cause I’ll tell her no.” He winced, you feigned a smile “don’t worry about it pooks, go.” He smiled wide, planting a kiss on your forehead. “Thanks mi cielo, I’ll make it up to you.”, with that he turned and walked out the door.

You huffed, pursing your lips as you leaned back into the couch. Damn.

What you were unaware of was that Milo was listening from the kitchen the entire time. He saw how sad you were after Miles left, knowing you had planned a full day with him.

“Come on.” You looked over your shoulder from the couch, seeing Milo standing behind you. “Where are we going?” You quirked your head to the side. “You wanted to go to all them places? I don’t want to hear you whine until Miles gets back, so let’s go.” He rolled his eyes, walking over to the door. You contemplated for a moment before springing out of your seat and following him to the door.

The breeze from outside felt nice against the bright sun, cooling down the heat that swarmed against the back of your neck. “Where you tryna go first?” Milo asked, looking at you through the corner of his eye. “There’s this lil’ hidden cafe I like, you can’t tell nobody bout it.” He tucked his hand in his pockets, gesturing his head for you to lead the way.

…

The cafe was a small owned shop by an older woman and her husband, who reminded you much of a cracked out grandma. The trip there was quick, stopping by for your usual order, forcing Milo to get a drink as well, and a quick conversation with Mrs.Johnson who ran the shop.

…

The day continued between you and Milo, splitting your time between the park, many random shops and bodegas, and lots of random underground food carts and trucks. You had taken a crazy number of flics and lit up all your social media, planning to get a full storage notification by the end of the day.

The sun had started to set as you were headed to whatever place Milo had deemed “secret”, refusing to give you any background as to where you were going.

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Arriving at what seemed to be an abandoned building only describable as the set for a horror movie, you halted. “Uhn uhn” you shook your head, turning around to walk away. Milo grabbed your arm, “It ain’t that bad Ma.” He yanked you forward ahead of him, pushing you into the building.

Inside the building was scattered with spray paint cans on the ground, the walls spread full of random graffiti tags and artwork. Examining the artwork, you stepped closer seeing a large mural signed by Milo.

Before you could gather the full extent of the artwork, you were being pulled upstairs by Milo.

Reaching the top floor of the five story building, being out of breath was understatement. Milo had decided to jog us all the flights of stairs, which was never a good idea.

Before you could complain about the unnecessary work out, the view of the whole city replaced all words you could’ve thought.

The large hole in the wall from a wreckage that some superhuman event had caused created a clear sight of all of Brooklyn, the sun set casted down onto the glistening buildings creating a view only pictured in movies.

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Miles sat with Gwen, his furrowed eyebrows and pierced gaze, only focused on his phone. He would’ve been happy to hang out with her, had he not seen your countless snap and insta stories of you and his twin doing the activities that you had talked about doing with him.

Not only that, but you were sitting with him watching the sunset, rather close at that; something only you and Miles would do. It was the reason he even gave you the nickname “cielo”.

“You okay Miles?” Gwen tilted her head to the side. Miles looked up from his phone, completely forgetting he was actually hanging out with someone. “Yea.”

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By the time Miles got home it was dark. He walked in his family apartment hearing Boomerang playing on the Tv.

He didn’t expect to see you passed out on Milo's chest on the couch, Milo’s arm wrapped loosely around you. He scrunched his face, taking note of the position you two were in, he walked over to you.

“Y/n, wake up mi cielo.” Miles gently shook you, ignoring Milo staring at him somewhat annoyed.

You sat up, rubbing your eyes tiredly. Miles told you to come to bed, since it was the weekend you had open clearance to stay the night at Morales home anyway. You nodded, turning to Milo.

A small genuine smile crept up to your lips, “Thanks for today Milo.”. He nodded, shooing you away from his view of the tv. You rolled your eyes, walking with Miles to his room.

Milo stared at the two of you left. Even after spending the whole day of being with him, knowing Miles had chosen to spend the day with another girl, you’d still follow him like a lost puppy. An irritated energy washed over him as he turned his attention back to the movie.

Your warmth had already become something he missed.

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Part 2

Parts: 1 / 2 / 3 / ??

Synopsis: after Miles and MC discovers they were in another universe, they meet sevreal suprsies on their way.

Warnings: none

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WAKING UP FROM your haze you blinked turning your head toward the door. a slight creak of it barley showed you anything from outside, only allowing the hall's thin light to pass through.

'did it happen to Miles too?? Did he realize it?' your mind thought as you felt a twist in your stomach. This wasn't good, you were no where near home,you didn't know how would you be back in that case since you didn't have those multiverse watches. both Miles and you were thrown into another universe.

And God knows what did it hold for you,fortunately, you didn't need to wait to find out.

you held the knob slowly opening the door, grabbing Miles's attention instantly.

Both your widen eyes staring back at each other, telling you that he indeed felt it as well and knew what it meant. this whole silent interaction went unnoticed by Rio who had her back to her 'son'.

Before any of you utter a word a loud creak was heard from the front door, someone was entering Miles house.

and instead of the usually buffed build cop coming to his house, like any other day. the guy who entered was not him. he was slim and way taller, it was dark yet you could make out those fluffs on his shoulder of the jacket he was wearing and what marked him right away was his bald head.

Uncle Aaron. The man who you attended his funeral not two years ago, was walking alive and well in this world, in this house. Making his way to his 'nephew' all casually as if there was nothing wrong.

for some reason you hid further in the room, pushing the door slightly more so it appeared there was no-one in there. it was dark so no way he would see you, but you could. you felt weird meeting him again even when he wasn't that much of a stranger to you.

you watched how your friend stood frozen staring at his not-so-dead uncle standing front him with a waiting hand in the air, staring back at his nephew although confused for why was he so surprised.

Miles finally takes his hand into their usual 'handshake', it was how he used to greet his uncle before he met his fate before he let his emotions slip and tangled his Uncle in a hug. You could hear him whisper.

" I missed you so much. . ." to him, it was a refreshing moment, a great chance to remeet his uncle depaite the circumstances. to his uncle, it brought more confusion and surprise.

for you, it was mixed feelings. You were glad,confused, surprised and scared. if he was alive that means that he was still the Prowler, right?

Though it shouldn't trouble you right now, this was the least you had to worry about. Right now you were glad that at least Miles had a chance to hug his uncle after a long time, even when he brushed him off and took it lightly while walking to the kitchen to greet Rio who greeted back like nothing was unordinary.

Your friend stayed there still, staring at your Uncle. your teeth nipped on your bottom lip feeling suddenly nervous that you were going to reveal yourself to him. it really shouldn't be a big deal, you met him several times, although you were not close. though you find it really awkward to introduce to yourself right now.since they weren't really Miles's family.

but they still were, in a way, right?

Then your mind caught on something. 'hold up, they are Miles's family, does that mean–'

You snapped back to the scene when you saw Uncle Aaron approaching toward their front door telling Miles that they 'had to move' you quickly followed suit without Rio noticing since she entered deeper in her kitchen.

Miles turned to you surprised as you held the door that he was going to close it, you sent an awaked smile to him as you pulled the door behind you.

"Forgot about me already?" You mumbled playfully with an unbothred smile to ease the gravity of this situation.

from his shock of earlier your friend forgot you were with him this whole time, he face palmed himself

" am so sorry." He mumbled back.

You giggled at his reaction patting his shoulder, "it's okay" he smiled back at you.

even when he hated bringing you in all this, Miles was still grateful he had you by his side, you never doubted him or leave him no matter what. this little sweet interaction however was interpreted.

" You followin kid?" A deep voice called from above, the man was at top of stairs waiting for his nephew to follow seemingly not noticing your presence yet.

" Ah yah uncle! I am!" He called walking fast behind him, you following him.

the man before you, frowned deeper upon seeing you beside his nephew, confused.

" Hol up. . Who is your friend?" 'Ah so he didn't know me in this universe'. that or perhaps the hood that kept your face hidden didn't really show who you were.

"She is. . .my friend. . Don't you know her?" Miles lift a brow while rubbing his neck. he was suddenly uncomfortable like he was caught up doing something wrong by simply bringing his friend with him.

you waved awkwardly at him, he didn't seem pleased for some reason, his eyes narrowed more, looking more suspicious of you even.

" her? Who is 'her?' "

Before any of you could answer, Aaron's pocket buzzed to life, he quickly opened his phone, his frown deepening as he typed several responses before engulfing his device back in the pocket.

He turned his back to both of you climbing several steps ahead, his dull eyes turned to both of you.

" Alright whatever, we should keep goin." his said in a cold tone.

This uncle Aaron seemed way colder than you remembered. what happened to him?

even when he was the Prowler from the beginning in your universe he was an easygoing guy, he would always shrugs anything serious off and crack bad jokes with his brother, holding a cold beer and being a 'bad influencer' to Miles.

Speaking of his brother. . . wasn't Miles's father supposed to be back by now? They really needed to speak with him.

you and Miles shared a look before walking behind this man in silence, you walked closer holding on your friend's hand giving it a slight squeeze for comfort. He blinked surprised though lightly squeezed your hand back, smiling to you.

" It's okay" he mouthed sensing your worry.

He too was nervous, this atmosphere was getting unsettling for whatever reason and Aaron's mysterious behaviour didn't help.it's like you were both getting punished for something you hadn't commit and why were you both even going to the roof? What's up there?

Miles was lightly pulling you with him forward, you were making your way to the door till you got hit with the same gut-wrenching feeling, you both glitched tripping on your steps. Aaron turned his head, lifting a brow.

" Ya both okay?"

Your friend slowly nodded as you helped him up holding on his arm, you rubbed your head.

" just a cold. . " you added earning another intense stare and subtle nod, he walked out leaving the door to shut.

as you existed to roof, chilling air hit your face making you shiver and dig deeper in your burrowed hoodie, your arms hugged your body. the sky stopped raining, groups of dark clouds float together as they hid the moon making it way darker, with street lights only illuminating the area you were standing on.

a lot of dusted boxes and other things were scattered around, all chairs were packed together, unused. there was no planting pots nor any decoration giving this place some life.

It felt so unusual how abounded it seemed.

instead of the welcoming aura you used to get from here no matter what, it felt way colder even without this atmosphere. you recalled how many times Miles's family (along with you, sometimes) would drink tea and enjoy the view at sunset or at dusk, mats would be spread on ground where they sat with string yellow lights hinging around, adding more warmth to the moment.

You frowned, your attention at a certain spot where you used to sit back in your universe. 'do they still do that here too?' If not You wondered what would be the reason, could this universe be more depressing than yours.

come again, though you hate to admit it Miguel could have been right when he said that Miles took someone's else role when he became spider-man.

still, it was never his fault, he never knew and he never chose this, it happened as it was.

So, did that mean there was no 'spider-man' here? No Peter Parker? No peace? You kept wondering to dozens of possibilities of what could this universe's fate be if there was no 'hero' in here. a tight grip on your arm snapped you out of your thoughts as you turned to your friend.

Confused at his shocked expression you followed to where was he staring, you face paled. seemingly answering to your previous question of why would they wouldn't do such a 'warming family gathering' thing on this roof.

Infront you, was a smiling face of Jefferson morales, painted on bricks wall, where Uncle Aaron was supposed to be. He was painted in his cop uniform, either as a memory cherishing him or that he died fighting for the city's justice since there were no 'heroes'.

you understood why would Miles be freaked out, he just saw what he wanted to avoid, his father's 'canon event' thought wasn't only what shocked you.

Beside Miles's father's painting there was another one, though in smaller size.

It was–

'me?'

Your wide eyes stuck on the wall as you subconsciously took off your hood still in shock.

Uncle Aaron's reaction to your reveal went unnoticed by you and Miles. you both busy staring at the painting of Jeff and yourself.

Your face was painted on the walls with a very bright smile and little cute drawing around you as if this was a picture taken by a filter on someone's phone. It was like looking in a mirror, except your eyes were in a different shade and you had dark freckles*.

Your irises turned to Miles's brown ones, both of you sharing an anxious look till your eyes widen upon realizing your mistake. You showed yourself when you were 'dead' here.

Miles seemed to catch on that. slowly, you and him turned to the adult man standing silently in the dark, only the light from his phone brighting his face. his expression stayed in their cold gaze, if even more.

That made you scared from his reaction, what would he do now that he seemed to realize you both weren't from here? Especially you, since you were supposed to be, well, non-living. did he thought you were both perhaps imposters? that you were a danger? Or you were lost and needed help?

Miles opened his mouth hesitated to explain himself in a way, he wanted to clear things up for him.

no matter what that was his uncle Aaron, right?

but he couldn't even utter a word as a sudden shadow loomed over you both, when you turned your head in hurry. That mysterious shadowed figure knocked out your friend on the spot, in one punch.

You jumped, panicking. "Miles!!–" before you were about to reach him, two strong arms wrapped around your small figure, keeping you in hold.

You started to struggle, eyes stuck on the unconscious boy as you looked at the mysterious person.

" Why did you do that?!" You yelled, glaring at them.

it was difficult to make out how this person looked like but with his neon bright colored mask, you sort of caught on his purple and black costume. Just like the classic prowler from your world.

They froze suddenly, titling their head.

" [Name]. . . .?" They said it in a hushed voice but you heard it anyway, it wasn't clear what their real voice were but it turned out to be a male as you assumed.

He started approaching you, what seemed like a clawed hand reached toward you. panicking you tried to wiggle harder from Uncle Aaron's grip, it never wavered.

'god damn it!'

"It isn't her, com'on " you heard Uncle Aaron state, his grip on you tighten.

the guy's face turned up at him, seemingly his 'eyes' narrowed at him as they shared a silent interaction before subtly nodding his head. His 'gaze' darkened toward you as he continued approaching, his hand reaching behind his back.

"Wait wait!" You turned your head as best as you could to look at the man caging you. " Mr. Aaron, Please listen!" You pleaded for him as you continued. " We aren't here to harm you or anything! we came from–" you couldn't finish your sentence as a wet cloth was pressed into your face.

Trapping your nose and mouth to be intoxicated with the strong smell.

You shook your head rapidly, trying to pry off this cloth as the 'prowler' held your head with his clawed hand keeping you still, you refused to inhale the intoxicating subject, but you gave up and did it anyway when you needed to breathe.

Why was everything going opposite to what you wanted today?

You felt your limps weaken as your vision began to blur, no matter how hard you tried your consciousness was drifting to nothing, your head felt heavy, everything was heavy that you just let yourself drop into Aaron's grip as you passed out.

He let go off you, only for your body to be caught by the Prowler himself, he held with care despite the eerieness he showed toward you earlier, his eyes staring at your sleeping figure as he subconsciously caressed your hair behind your ear, like he used to do whenever you fell asleep in his room while chatting with him.

It was ironic how you chose to wear this hoodie out of everything if you were in his room, because the you he knew always picked this one, his favourite one. He would argue with you to get it back every time. Though he would only take it back to keep your scent, not washing it and wearing it with pride. that till his mother would find it somehow no matter where he hid it and rewash it.

for a moment, he forgot what he was supposed to be doing, he forgot that you weren't really 'here' and that 'you' could be just a doppelganger who came at their place for harm, he didn't know whether it could be possible though and he shouldn't trust your words, somehow he believed it.

it was said in your tone and it sounded genuine, at least for him.

" Kid. . ." Miles's head perked up at his Uncle's call, he turned to him.

the old guy was holding on Miles's clone's limp body on his shoulder, he gave his 'real' nephew a knowing look, though his eyes stayed cold it softened.

" it isn't your [Name], so stay focused. " even when he ordered him, his tone was somewhat caring. He didn't want to see his nephew heartbroken again. Believing in a lie .

his nephew kept his gaze on the girl in his arms, brushing his thumb of his non-clawed hand on her cheek.

"I know. . .it's just. . she is alive. "

a pause as his uncle stared at the paintings on the walls. focusing more on his brother's, he would have been shocked and speechless even, if he saw Jeff standing alive in front of him but his logical mind was more awake than his emotional heart, from what this life has been throwing to him.

so even though he would die to see Jeff again,he knew that would be logically impossible.

" I know but still, don't get fooled." He turned back to his Nephew.

"If anything these two could be planin somethin and we have to find it out."

A subtle nod from him told Aaron that he was indeed aware. which meant he would have to push those emotions aside.

Miles followed behind his uncle, holding you in a bridal style, he couldn't help but steal glances at you. you looked so peaceful, so alive.

Gosh if he could just hug you right now. real or not, you made him stare in awe, like he was himself again back when everything was almost normal.

he didn't what could it be, but it seems the universe had given him another chance, a rare one. he wasn't there for you back then, couldn't save you but now, with you breathing in his arms, he would be extremely determined to know what was your motive for your arrival or your plans, whether you even had any.

Because if his gut feeling was right and somehow, by a miracle, it was you or close to the 'you' he used to know.

Miles wouldn't be letting you go. the universe had brought you to him for the second time and he wouldn't be missing this chance, no matter what.

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* MC has freckles in earth-42, if you have them anyway then imagine that this MC doesn't.

Ughhh I wanted to put 42'Miles interaction with the MC here so bad but that would have made it impossibly long. Don't worry though! The next parts is going to have their meeting reunion? Together!

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Marinette was so engulfed in what she was doing she didn't catch on her mother repeating her name so she pays to the next and last customer coning in beforr they close, she turned to her mother answering her call as she nodded her head

"sorry i was making sure the money was all set heheh" she giggled rubbing her hair as she turned to the door to welcome her last customer for today. she had returned early from school and helped her parents around with their work since her mother felt tired from standing for so long. She had been working for hours now without taking a break though it was alright, there havent been a bunch if customers this day like their bakery used to.

"Uhh. . . .how can i help you today, sir?" her enthusiastic fainted quickly upon seeing her customer, she have met him in his first day on school. Things didn't go smoothly, seeing how he was clutched by the blonde bully in the school. Chloé never left his side the moment he landed a foot inside their class, things weren't looking good this week. It was the one and only.

Adrien Agreste

Her new classmate whom she couldn't decide how their interaction would end when he was involved with Chloé. . .

Part 0 / 1 / 2 / 3 / ?

AN AU WHERE everything is ALMOST THE SAME except Adrien with a disability as in the concept art!

There would be other changes as well but i won't be spoiling them now :)) just imagine hiw Adrien would be THRILLED when he gets to his miraculous and learn he can walk properly uvu and do other things as well!

There will be more actions i promise, byee

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deepestblizzardcomputer · 10 months

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Part: 1 / 2 / ???

Content: Miles and MC go back to their world only to relaize they were sent into a different one.

Warnings: none.

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EVERYTHING WAS DARK except for the faint street lights passing through windows above you, giving your eyes ability to catch on some of the scattered stuff in this room you were in. your body stayed on cold ground, only breathing heavily with a hand on your chest.

You managed to turn your head to other side, staring at your best friend. his brown irises were staring back at you, breathing loudly for how much oxygen his system lacked.

You could tell he was exhausted and he wasn't alone.

every limb in your body was screaming from much running and jumping you were doing earlier, you were skipping through buildings with your best friend, Miles Morales.

And the reason? Escaping a crazy society filled with numerous versions of spider-man that attempted to chase you down because of this stupid 'system'

who could have thought that less than 48 hours you would be in this position, thrown on ground in your closest friend's room in middle of the night. catching your breaths from this chasing.

You saw his mouth quirking up as it moved. "We. . .we did it," he wanted to sound enthusiastic though barely getting out his words in a whispering. " We actually did it!" he kept his tired smile at you.

You returned it, nodding as you started to sit up. You cringed abit holding your side. "Ugh. . . Yeah, I think we lost them. ."

You helped him sit up, you both looking through his room. it was messier than usual, clothes thrown around, some copybooks weren't organized on his study table and his shoes weren't paired together. It was his room and it should have made you feel home which it did, however, something didn't stick right with you.

You cringed once again, making Miles turn his attention from his surrounding to you, his hands held your shoulder to avoid your fall.

" Hey. . .you okay?" a huff escaped him, he frowned to himself. "I knew it. I shouldn't have let you run on your own–"

"Hey there, I am alright. don't worry, it's just a scratch. " you squeezed his hand with a smile. he always put others wellbeing before his own.

Miles didn't seem to buy it however, judging from his frown that only deepened.

" Just a scratch you say?? you are bleeding through them!" he whisper-shouted at you. His hands still holding firmly on your form he walked you to his bed and begun searching for first aids in his drawers.

he kept a lot of them in his room since he had to hide his injures from his parents.

You rolled your eyes at his back.

" Relax, Miles, I have had worse."

" Doesn't make it sound any better" he sassed back.

he should trust your words, knowing that you indeed handled worse injuries than this. you weren't an amateur in parkour, you knew moves and jumps by heart from all those training you had in the gymnastics club and those other new things you learnt from people above and around your age.

high places weren't your concerns, that's why as you both supposedly went back to your world you suggested to parkour your way between buildings so you don't slow your friend down.

Of course, because he is him, Miles refused, saying that holding you while swinging to his home would be much safer but with your stubbornness and convincing him that you didn't have much time he just huffed and gave in.

still he kept his eyes on you, as he begun using his webs moving around, he helped you when it was impossible for you to cross over another building.

" aren't we supposed to focus on the MAIN thing we came here for? " Your friend turned to frown at you.

Ignoring your comment, he approached his bed with the first aid box in his arms, he put them aside, pouring the small bottle of alcohol on the cotton he held, he then forcibly graped your arm and started patting the bleeding spots on it.

you clenched your hands, sucking some air through your teeth. " For real though, no need–"

"I ain't gonna hear more of this bullshit. " He scolded you yet his tone was soft. his eyes aren't moving from your wounds.

he was acting like his mother, harsh but her actions were full of genuine care and concern when she saw her son hurt.

Speaking of his mom–

"Miles. . ?" You both froze as you watched his door slowly creak open.

'Shit shit shit!' You didn't want another mom figure scolding at you! Plus, she will suspect you both more when she sees you were injured which would cause more troubles to Miles.

' I need to hide!!' and so you did, before your friend could even utter a word out. You crawled to the other end of the bed, slides down on floor and crouched yourself behind the bed's frame.

The bed wasn't really big but you hoped since the room was still dark she wouldn't notice, you doubted she saw you move in this darkness even. the door was opening wide now, you saw Miles stand further from his bed to keep his mother attention. He had slid into a huge green jacket, zipping it up to hide at least half of his Spider-Man suit.

" . . What happened to your hai–"

" Mamá! You're alright? Nobody got hurt? Was I too late? Did something happen? Please tell me you are all alright." Question after question was thrown at Rio, as she stared blankly at her son who held her shoulders.

Concern laced in his voice. she didn't understand what was wrong with her boy.

" I am alright?" Seeing there was no grief or hurt behind her expression or her tone. Her son relaxed, laying his head on her shoulder with a long sigh of relief.

You did as well, since you too were worried you perhaps were late.

" Miles? What is it?"

" Nothin. . It's nothin, I was just checkin." Miles spoke, in a tired tone. He had seen a lot this day.

"Okay?? But hold up– what was that movement just now?" You heard her ask as you lowered yourself even more.

" Uhh what. . . movement are you talking about? " The boy questioned back his mother.

" I just saw something move here? Or was it someone?" a pause from Rio then you heard a dramatic gasp." Are you hiding a girl in here, ¿mi hijo? In the middle of the night??" [My boy?]

" What?! Mamá! noooo, eso no es!" [ Mom! noooo, that's not it!]

Miles grumbled hiding his face in his hand as he stepped backward. knowing what she was implying on. for his relief she didn't suspect you sunk in, still she got you in their at first half.

you smiled at your friend reaction, nevertheless. if it weren't for this situation you both were forced in. you would have chuckled perhaps, exposing your hiding spot but then you would go on and tease your friend Infront his mother.

" This was just uh. . clothes?? Yeah! I was cleaning around just as you entered, that was it."

a pause.

" By cleaning you mean shoving all your clothes on floor?" Sheesh you could feel the judgement in her tone, you cringed, it wasn't the best lie but at least she seemed somehow convinced.

'well, Miles does leave piles of clothes hanging around anyway'

Miles too was cringing, he had to stick to his words. Holding his hands together as he glanced at your hiding spot he looked back at his mom.

" Yuuup! Totally it–" you heard a sigh as his mom shuffled pass him, seemingly going to pick those 'clothes' from floor and add them to the basket she was holding. your blood ran cold when you saw her shadow grow big toward your frame.

Until Miles held her hand and pulled her away " mom please– clothes aren't important now. . there something I want to tell you. . .something more important. "

a sigh was heard " mi hijo , I need to clean around and your room is barely tied up!" [My son]

"I know i know, I am sorry but it's really urgent!" there was some silence till Rio just sighed though not in annoyance, she was worried about her son since he was a bundle of nerves in this moment.

something was wrong and she didn't like to see her son like this, so she nodded her head. " Okay, what is it that worrying you? "

and so, Miles started to speak about the things he saw and the 'amazing' people he met this day, how it was a great experience for him though in the end he realized something more important and it had to do with the stuff she told him before he went off.

Rio, was an understanding and caring woman by nature. Her son had his empathy from her, though she had struggles getting what he was meaning to say in the moment, she still gave him this soft look and heard him with care.

You watched as your friend was building his words to imply on one thing in the end, one thing that kept him anxious and unsure.

that huge burden he had been holding all this time, alone. having to face danger everyday for their sake and for people living here. Your eyes widen, not really believing he was going to reveal it too soon to her. was it really the right time? Would it help?

You hoped it would because if it didn't you had no idea what to do next and how to convince them to avoid the future disaster coming to their way .

" What are you trying to tell me?"

tension was increasing in the room as Miles kept biting his lips over and over again everytime he opened his mouth. He was going to say it, he was going to reveal that he was spider-man all along.

'com'on Miles, you can do it' you were sure of one thing, if this situation went south you were going to stand by his side, defending him.

Rio on the other hand, seemed lost to what her son was trying to say all this time till he finally turned to her unzipping his jacket and pulling from it sides.

" I am spider-man. "

Silence

your eyes watched how tense he grew the longer his mom stayed quiet without uttering a word. It made you feel unease, how was she taking this news? you couldn't see her expression because you would risk exposing yourself. was she annoyed? Confused? Shocked? Upset? You would never know until she response.

when she did, her comment caught you off guard.

" Who's spiderman? "

'excuse me. what?' You were aware that Rio wasn't the type to keep up with media or on what's happening with the superhero but you were certain that 'spider-man' word would ring a bell to her.

since her husband had a relation with him and his name was mentioned several times around this house, at least when you were present.

your friend tried to explain to her but with no gain she still didn't understand him, thinking he was wearing his favourite character's 'custom' for comic-con event.

as he walked out the room still trying to convince her, he pulled the door knob, leaving his door a jar so you are free to move in his room.

You heard her response to him, still not buying one anything he was saying. this caused a frown on your face, you needed to back him up if you wanted his mom to believe him, this was serious and if you two weren't fast Miles's father would die.

you didn't want that. the first time you knew about his father fate, you were with your friend, standing among all those versions of spider-men and women, they all came in multiverse with these of their watch

though unlike them, you came there by mistake.

while taking your way home after the family gathering on Miles's roof, you were walking on the pavement, too focused on your phone to notice an open portal beneath you, which some Spider-Man came through, it was already closing but swallowed you inside.

Which brought you all the way here. Looking around the room, you found an oversized hoodie that could hide all your scratches underneath as you wore it, grabbing the hood over your face. It was a dark grey hoodie with his favorite band drawn in neon colors, mostly mixed with shades of green and purple.

she would be shocked when she find out that her son was indeed, hiding a girl in his room but it was for a totally different reason, and you sure she would understand. Rio wasn't a stranger to you after all.

You were making your way to the door when suddenly an unfamiliar gut-wrenching sensation hit you, so hard that you fell on the bed clutching on your sides.

It felt your whole body was being twisted in it's place and. . . Glitching. 'No. . .' your eyes widen as you brought your hand out of Miles's hoodie sleeves, staring at it as it continued glitching beneath the fabric that stayed stable.

This only meant. . . .

"Oh no. . ."

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