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ITS MY MF BDAYYYYY TURN UP
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yall ever notice how the baddest girls are from the south?
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Good morning people! The world unpaused their favorite genocide today.
DO NOT STOP SPEAKING FOR PALESTINE.
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Earth 42!Miles Morales x fem!reader
Earth 42!Miles Morales x black!reader
Word Count: 1.3k
Warnings: Mentions of water guns and mentions of jellyfish
Requested: yes
@raeraypoca:That's perfect smanks! So basically all I would like is what happens on the road trip over there, stopping at gas station, what happens when we get to the Airbnb, what happens at the beach, classic "we gotta share a room?
Ughh" E, when we're left alone some heavy fluffy flirting only if your comfortable. I know miles is 15 l'm 14 so you really don't have to if you don't want to. A trip Possibly somewhere in Florida?
A/N: Life has been crazy lately but I did enjoy my social media detox, I wanted to get this out sooner but I got into a car accident on Friday and I was supposed to hang out with this girl I've been talking to today but I had no car and I look crazy but, this is here now so that's all that matters.
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“Be good,” Mrs. Morales warned.
“I will,” Miles ceded.
She looked him in his eyes in suspicion.
“I promise,”
She smiled “Okay come give me a kiss,”
He kissed and hugged his mother goodbye before putting his suitcase in the trunk. He rounded the car to your side pulling the door open
“Go on the other side,” You didn’t even look up from your phone.
“Scoot over,” He shoved your shoulder.
“14 hours of this?” You rolled your eyes.
“You love me,” He teased as you slid into the other seat to make room.
Your older brother was going on a college visit up in Florida so your mom decided to make a family trip out of it. Of course, she invited Miles seeing as he was practically family. And who was he to say no to Mrs. Y/L/N?
After only 4 stops and one-half a night at a hotel, you’d finally made it to Destin.
Your mom parked the car in between two brick-and-mortar shops on the uneven beach town roads.
You immediately popped the door open hoping out to stretch your legs. Your brother got stuck with the pleasure of having to “watch” you and Miles on the Harborwalk Village pier, while your parents went sightseeing. He told you not to go too far before heading off on his own.
“Look!” You pointed at a carnival game booth run by a tired and probably only a few years older than you teenager who certainly didn’t get paid enough. There at the top of a booth hung a very large dog stuffed animal with light blue fur and a purple collar.
You tugged Miles along with you beaming at the boy. He coughed up the 5 dollars required for the both of you to get to fill balloon clowns' heads with water guns.
On an unenthusiastic count of 3, you aimed your gun at the first clown’s mouth and pulled the trigger.
Powered by your competitive spirit you quickly overtook Miles in the vanquishing of the clowns. His water gun consistently jamming was cause for frustration and his loss.
“Game was rigged,” He informed you.
“Okay, Trump. You’re only saying that ’cause I won” You clutched your stuffed dog winnings.
“‘M saying that cause it’s true,”
“I’m saying that ‘cause it’s true,” You mocked him in a high-pitched voice sticking your tongue out. “What are we gonna name our son?”
“He is not my son,”
You gasped, shifting the dog to cover his floppy ears with both hands. “Don’t say that in front of him!”
Completely ignoring him you turned away from Miles to cradle the stuffed animal. “I’m sorry Miles Jr. I don’t know what’s gotten into your dad today. He doesn’t mean it,”
You handed the toy to Miles telling him to apologize. He glared at you for the name before mumbling a half-hearted sorry to the dog.
He couldn’t believe he actually liked you enough to apologize to a stuffed animal named after him.
“Thank you,” You smiled before spotting a sandwich shop a little way down the boardwalk.
“C’mon Miles, Junior,”
“Why are you making me hold this thing?” He complained, glancing around at the other passersby on the pier.
“He is not a thing.” You readjusted Junior in Miles’s arms to be cradled like a baby.
You continued walking down to Say Cheese situated at the end of the boardwalk occasionally glancing back to make sure Miles was still holding the stuffed animal the way you gave it to him.
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“Stop!” You complained, shielding your sandwich from the onslaught of sand coming your way.
Miles kept shoveling sand at you with both hands. “C’mon let’s go make a castle.”
“Let me eat,”
“How are you still hungry with all the snacks you ate in the car?”
“You ate all the chips,” You retaliated with a swoop of sand sent his way. “I only ate like two”
“Yeah, two whole bags,”
“Shut up,” You reached your hand out to be pulled up from the ground.
Back on your feet as you made the trek down shore you leaned into his side. You hissed when you stepped on a sideways seashell.
He came to a stop jolting you back with him.
“You alright? Was it a jellyfish?”
You drew up your face at that. “Why would there be a jellyfish all the way back here?”
“You could’ve just said you’re fine,”
“Okay sorry I’m fine, c’mon,” You tugged his arm with you.
Finding a good spot between the water and shore you dropped down to form your sand castle.
You waited until Miles joined you on the ground to scoop the viscous textured sand into your hands and stack towers of the sand on top of Miles’s.
When you turned to find seashells to top off your pillars Miles knocked over half the castle.
“Miles!” You shrieked pushing him down.
He pulled you down with him, laughing at you. You couldn’t suppress your giggles as you wrestled with Miles in the sand.
You were ready to pummel him with sand when you heard your mother call out for you.
“Y/N! Miles! We’re leaving!”
After racing and losing against Miles back to the rental car your mom turned you around. “Uh uh get that sand off you,”
You rolled your eyes heading for the showers to rinse off.
After cleansing the dusting the sand off yourself, in no time you were knocked out in the backseat of the car.
You woke up past the sunset to a quick flash.
You whined seeing your mother with her phone in your face from the passenger seat.
You were entangled with Miles who was somehow still asleep. You shook him awake before getting out of the car yourself.
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When you found out you’d be staying in the same room
You jokingly complained, “He snores like he has 5 kids and works 2 jobs?”
“Be nice,” Your mother chastised. “He’s our guest,”
“Yeah, be nice,” He teased.
You punched him in the shoulder before lugging your suitcase out of the trunk.
As you reached back in the trunk to grab your duffle bag, Miles grabbed the handle of your suitcase.
“How many bags did you bring?” He questioned.
“I can carry them, then,” You stressed.
“No,” He grabbed your other bag. “I got it,”
“Alright,” You slammed the trunk down before following Miles up the front steps of the AirBnB.
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“Do you think-” You heard through the darkness.
“Oh my God! No. Don’t say anything, go to sleep,”
This wasn’t the first sleepover you had with Miles and it wouldn’t be the last, and almost every time without fail he would start spouting nonsense once the clock hit the AMs.
“I was just gonna say what if dogs have existential crises?”
“How would I know that?”
He shrugged despite it being only light enough for you to see his general silhouette.
The exact moment you flipped back over to try to sleep, Miles interrupted you again.
“Wanna watch The Road to El Dorado with me?”
Knowing you weren’t going to be able to fall asleep now, you loudly sighed before agreeing and sitting up against the headboard.
He unplugged his phone from the bedside table resting between the beds, before getting up.
You pulled the comforter back to give him space to climb in next to you.
He grabbed Junior moving to put him on the floor.
“No, don't put him on the ground,” You whined.
“He’s staring at me,”
You strained to lean over Miles and pick the toy back off the ground. You put the stuffed animal back on the bed so you were sandwiched between it and Miles.
Then sidled up to Miles’s arm leaning on his shoulder.
Not even five minutes into the movie, he felt you aggressively yawn, before burying your face in his shoulder.
Soon your breathing evened out and when he glanced over you were asleep.
He smiled to himself before pausing the movie at the barrel jump scene, moving so you were lying down.
He put your phone on the charger and ensured you were tucked in before placing a kiss on your forehead.
“Good night,” He whispered before lying down himself, ready to hang out with you more in the morning.
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oh my god we can comment with side accounts now?
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Earth 42!Miles Morales x fem!reader
Earth 42!Miles Morales x black!reader
Word Count: 1.3k
Warnings: Mentions of water guns and mentions of jellyfish
Requested: yes
@raeraypoca:That's perfect smanks! So basically all I would like is what happens on the road trip over there, stopping at gas station, what happens when we get to the Airbnb, what happens at the beach, classic "we gotta share a room?
Ughh" E, when we're left alone some heavy fluffy flirting only if your comfortable. I know miles is 15 l'm 14 so you really don't have to if you don't want to. A trip Possibly somewhere in Florida?
A/N: Life has been crazy lately but I did enjoy my social media detox, I wanted to get this out sooner but I got into a car accident on Friday and I was supposed to hang out with this girl I've been talking to today but I had no car and I look crazy but, this is here now so that's all that matters.
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“Be good,” Mrs. Morales warned.
“I will,” Miles ceded.
She looked him in his eyes in suspicion.
“I promise,”
She smiled “Okay come give me a kiss,”
He kissed and hugged his mother goodbye before putting his suitcase in the trunk. He rounded the car to your side pulling the door open
“Go on the other side,” You didn’t even look up from your phone.
“Scoot over,” He shoved your shoulder.
“14 hours of this?” You rolled your eyes.
“You love me,” He teased as you slid into the other seat to make room.
Your older brother was going on a college visit up in Florida so your mom decided to make a family trip out of it. Of course, she invited Miles seeing as he was practically family. And who was he to say no to Mrs. Y/L/N?
After only 4 stops and one-half a night at a hotel, you’d finally made it to Destin.
Your mom parked the car in between two brick-and-mortar shops on the uneven beach town roads.
You immediately popped the door open hoping out to stretch your legs. Your brother got stuck with the pleasure of having to “watch” you and Miles on the Harborwalk Village pier, while your parents went sightseeing. He told you not to go too far before heading off on his own.
“Look!” You pointed at a carnival game booth run by a tired and probably only a few years older than you teenager who certainly didn’t get paid enough. There at the top of a booth hung a very large dog stuffed animal with light blue fur and a purple collar.
You tugged Miles along with you beaming at the boy. He coughed up the 5 dollars required for the both of you to get to fill balloon clowns' heads with water guns.
On an unenthusiastic count of 3, you aimed your gun at the first clown’s mouth and pulled the trigger.
Powered by your competitive spirit you quickly overtook Miles in the vanquishing of the clowns. His water gun consistently jamming was cause for frustration and his loss.
“Game was rigged,” He informed you.
“Okay, Trump. You’re only saying that ’cause I won” You clutched your stuffed dog winnings.
“‘M saying that cause it’s true,”
“I’m saying that ‘cause it’s true,” You mocked him in a high-pitched voice sticking your tongue out. “What are we gonna name our son?”
“He is not my son,”
You gasped, shifting the dog to cover his floppy ears with both hands. “Don’t say that in front of him!”
Completely ignoring him you turned away from Miles to cradle the stuffed animal. “I’m sorry Miles Jr. I don’t know what’s gotten into your dad today. He doesn’t mean it,”
You handed the toy to Miles telling him to apologize. He glared at you for the name before mumbling a half-hearted sorry to the dog.
He couldn’t believe he actually liked you enough to apologize to a stuffed animal named after him.
“Thank you,” You smiled before spotting a sandwich shop a little way down the boardwalk.
“C’mon Miles, Junior,”
“Why are you making me hold this thing?” He complained, glancing around at the other passersby on the pier.
“He is not a thing.” You readjusted Junior in Miles’s arms to be cradled like a baby.
You continued walking down to Say Cheese situated at the end of the boardwalk occasionally glancing back to make sure Miles was still holding the stuffed animal the way you gave it to him.
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“Stop!” You complained, shielding your sandwich from the onslaught of sand coming your way.
Miles kept shoveling sand at you with both hands. “C’mon let’s go make a castle.”
“Let me eat,”
“How are you still hungry with all the snacks you ate in the car?”
“You ate all the chips,” You retaliated with a swoop of sand sent his way. “I only ate like two”
“Yeah, two whole bags,”
“Shut up,” You reached your hand out to be pulled up from the ground.
Back on your feet as you made the trek down shore you leaned into his side. You hissed when you stepped on a sideways seashell.
He came to a stop jolting you back with him.
“You alright? Was it a jellyfish?”
You drew up your face at that. “Why would there be a jellyfish all the way back here?”
“You could’ve just said you’re fine,”
“Okay sorry I’m fine, c’mon,” You tugged his arm with you.
Finding a good spot between the water and shore you dropped down to form your sand castle.
You waited until Miles joined you on the ground to scoop the viscous textured sand into your hands and stack towers of the sand on top of Miles’s.
When you turned to find seashells to top off your pillars Miles knocked over half the castle.
“Miles!” You shrieked pushing him down.
He pulled you down with him, laughing at you. You couldn’t suppress your giggles as you wrestled with Miles in the sand.
You were ready to pummel him with sand when you heard your mother call out for you.
“Y/N! Miles! We’re leaving!”
After racing and losing against Miles back to the rental car your mom turned you around. “Uh uh get that sand off you,”
You rolled your eyes heading for the showers to rinse off.
After cleansing the dusting the sand off yourself, in no time you were knocked out in the backseat of the car.
You woke up past the sunset to a quick flash.
You whined seeing your mother with her phone in your face from the passenger seat.
You were entangled with Miles who was somehow still asleep. You shook him awake before getting out of the car yourself.
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When you found out you’d be staying in the same room
You jokingly complained, “He snores like he has 5 kids and works 2 jobs?”
“Be nice,” Your mother chastised. “He’s our guest,”
“Yeah, be nice,” He teased.
You punched him in the shoulder before lugging your suitcase out of the trunk.
As you reached back in the trunk to grab your duffle bag, Miles grabbed the handle of your suitcase.
“How many bags did you bring?” He questioned.
“I can carry them, then,” You stressed.
“No,” He grabbed your other bag. “I got it,”
“Alright,” You slammed the trunk down before following Miles up the front steps of the AirBnB.
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“Do you think-” You heard through the darkness.
“Oh my God! No. Don’t say anything, go to sleep,”
This wasn’t the first sleepover you had with Miles and it wouldn’t be the last, and almost every time without fail he would start spouting nonsense once the clock hit the AMs.
“I was just gonna say what if dogs have existential crises?”
“How would I know that?”
He shrugged despite it being only light enough for you to see his general silhouette.
The exact moment you flipped back over to try to sleep, Miles interrupted you again.
“Wanna watch The Road to El Dorado with me?”
Knowing you weren’t going to be able to fall asleep now, you loudly sighed before agreeing and sitting up against the headboard.
He unplugged his phone from the bedside table resting between the beds, before getting up.
You pulled the comforter back to give him space to climb in next to you.
He grabbed Junior moving to put him on the floor.
“No, don't put him on the ground,” You whined.
“He’s staring at me,”
You strained to lean over Miles and pick the toy back off the ground. You put the stuffed animal back on the bed so you were sandwiched between it and Miles.
Then sidled up to Miles’s arm leaning on his shoulder.
Not even five minutes into the movie, he felt you aggressively yawn, before burying your face in his shoulder.
Soon your breathing evened out and when he glanced over you were asleep.
He smiled to himself before pausing the movie at the barrel jump scene, moving so you were lying down.
He put your phone on the charger and ensured you were tucked in before placing a kiss on your forehead.
“Good night,” He whispered before lying down himself, ready to hang out with you more in the morning.
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I am going on a week long social media detox, but I will still be writing if anything is finished it’ll be posted next Friday the 20th
so if you have requested anything don’t worry im not ignoring you im working on it
- love you💋
#hannah speaks ღ#peter parker x reader#miles morales x reader#earth 42 miles x reader#elliot x reader
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stop I’m blushing 😖
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Elliot x female!reader
Elliot x black!reader
Word Count: .7k
“ I was a soldier, now I’m comin’ home, the war is over
Kick down the door, I hold your bends, you never break
You need to smell your sweet aroma”- Mac Miller in Skin
Warnings: Technically smut, mentions of death and killing.
A/N: This is my first remotely smutty thing and I’m literally posting and editing this in art class I feel like someone is looking over my shoulder reading it. Oh well. My first fic I’ve finished in a year and my first Elliot fic period. Enjoy or don’t idc. Its been like 3 days since I wrote that first part now Im typing in the dark cause I forgot to finish the post and the school wifi was shitty. Also its third person which was fun.
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This is so funny lol. Get fucked.
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Elliot x fem!reader
Elliot x black!reader
Word Count: 1.5k
Requested: no
"I say we sound better than you or me,"- Mac Miller in We (ft. Ceelo Green)
Warnings: underage alcohol consumption, mentions of weed, partial nudity
A/N: Literally a work in progress from 2 school years ago I read the beginning and thought it was cute so here it is.
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“You taste like champagne.” You giggled, face not even inches away from his.
“So do you,” Elliot replied, placing another cold sticky kiss on your lips. His fingers tugged at a ruche on your satin purple dress. “You look so pretty.”
When you received the invitation to the end-of-the-year dance team banquet you’d felt melancholy.
However standing (leaning most of your weight on) by your boyfriend, near a wall as an R&B song played under the dim lightning you couldn’t be happier. It wasn’t just the weed or the champagne making you feel fuzzy inside.
You hummed at his compliment, shoving your face into his dress shirt.
He wove the hand that wasn’t resting on your hip into your hair pulling you back gently
“Gonna mess up your makeup, baby.” He leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead.
Dramatic sparks of hurt flew through you at the way he denied your affections. Your less-than-sober mind clouding your actions.
“You don’t love me anymore.”
He laughed at the pout on your face before pulling you closer to him by your waist, you sunk into his warmth.
Growing up you never thought you’d be able to love or be loved by someone as much as you love him.
“ ‘M sorry.” He whispered, pecking your nose.
“Good, better be.” You claimed beaming, leaning up to connect his lips with yours.
When he pulled away you chased him, not letting him go. Kissing him harder than before you wrapped your arms around his neck. He pulled you closer to him, gripping your hips.
You sighed into his mouth when he deepened the kiss tugging on his hair.
You pulled away for air and were about to go back in when your friend interrupted you.
“Just because it’s the end of the year doesn’t mean the PDA rule doesn’t exist,” Chantelle teased.
You turned around to face her, connecting your back with Elliot’s chest. He buried his face into your hair with a smile.
“Leave us alone,” You bemoaned morphing into a giggle.
“Need to borrow her, we’re taking pictures.” Elliot let go of you and watched you falter away in your heels as Chantelle pulled you by the arm.
A picture with your team turned into 5, which turned into a “Wait that’s my song” and everyone headed straight for the dance floor.
Every time you tried to find your way back to your table, another one of your teammates stopped to talk to you and offered you some of whatever was in their cup.
You accepted and made conversation but now you were teetering on the line between tipsy and actually drunk.
Seeing as the party was dying down Elliot began to search for you until someone was able to point him in your direction.
Spouting loudly at your friend you stumbled backward in the general direction of your table.
You grunted as you collided with something along your path. Familiar hands caught you around your waist, you spun around.
“Elliot!” You called out with a goofy smile.
“Y/N!” He said back in the same tone.
“‘Missed you,” You slurred, resting your full weight on him.
“Yeah?” He asked, readjusting you to his side.
“Mhm,” You confirmed
“Ready to go?” He looked down at you wrapped around his arm.
“Uh huh,” You tiredly nodded before dropping your head against his bicep.
“Where are your shoes?” He slipped the strap of your dress back up your shoulder from where it had fallen.
You whined letting out a muffled noise sounding a bit like “I dunno”.
Elliot reshuffled your body weight to lie right in front of him. He slid a chiffon bow-wrapped chair in front of the two of you before placing you down softly.
“Stay here,” He warned.
He waited until you lazily blinked up at him, recognizing a glimpse of understanding in your eyes to place a kiss on your forehead, setting off to find your heels.
As he made his return with your various miscellaneous items he found you slumped into the chair he left you in.
He tossed your phone into his front pocket, flinging the straps of your heels around his wrist.
“C’mon we’re going,” He shook your arm to pull you out of your reprieve.
You whined at being stolen from your almost sleep, glancing around the room you saw the population dwindling as people left and found their rides. With Elliot’s help, you hoisted yourself out of the chair.
Whining out an “M’ feet hurt,” and complaining about the dirty ground Elliot picked you up and carried you to his car.
He knew he couldn’t take you back to your house drunk, your parents would kill him and then you.
Getting you to stay in the passenger seat was the hard part, but once he got you buckled in the second pulled out of the parking lot you were out cold.
He was miraculously able to get you through the front door and into his room with no complaints.
The problems arose when he tried to get you to drink a bottle of water.
You threw yourself backward from the edge of his bed. Sprawling out with your arms above your head.
“No ‘m tired,” You ignored him curling your limbs around a spare pillow and shutting your eyes.
Placing the water bottle next to you on his bed just in case, he left his bedroom door open as he ventured into his cousin’s bathroom for her makeup wipes.
When he returned you were fully asleep, chest rising slowly, and deeply.
The bed dipped as he climbed on next to you. As softly as possible he wiped your makeup off. You roused from the cold wetness on your face, blinking your sleep away, you sat straight up like you were never asleep.
Elliot just continued to remove your makeup. As he moved to the lower half of your face you began to swat at his arms.
You tried to bite the hand holding the wipe and when we wouldn’t let you, you trapped his hand under your chin.
“Stop, I’m trying to help you,” He told you.
You pouted as if you were gearing up to cry. “Are you mad at me?”
He exhaled heavily before answering. “I’m not, just need you to stay still,”
You nodded valiantly before allowing him to smooth over the rest of your skin.
As your eyes began to droop again he used both of your arms to pull you towards the edge of the bed. It’d be much easier to assist you while you were still awake.
He gestured for you to stand up and turn around so he could unzip your dress and slip it down your shoulders.
Using his shoulder as support you stepped out of the dress and kicked it off your ankle letting it pool on the floor.
As you stood there in your underwear, Elliot scoured through his dresser for a clean shirt for you to wear to bed.
He tossed the large graphic tee he came up with next to you. You slipped the shirt around your head before realizing the neck was too tight to pull down the rest of the way.
“ ‘Need help,” You huffed, pulling Elliot from his search for your bonnet.
He came to your rescue by using both hands to bunch up the top enough for you to be able to slip your arms through.
He knew you’d be mad at him when you woke up if you found out he let you go to sleep without a bonnet, so he took the time to find the one you left here a while ago.
He stretched the satin fabric over your hair and pulled it over your forehead. The bonnet slipped into your eyes obscuring your vision.
Titling your chin up towards him, Elliot shifted the elastic band to rest on your forehead, placing a kiss to the same spot.
He was finally able to slip under the covers beside you.
Now that you’d been wholly woken up, the both of you knew you weren’t going to be able to fall back asleep anytime soon. Which wasn’t a problem because you had nothing to do for the rest of the weekend. Elliot however had to be up by 7 a.m.
Reaching over his head he grabbed his laptop off his windowsill. He opened Netflix and handed it to you. He turned over onto his side just as you scooched up into the pillows resting at his headboard.
Sitting the laptop on your lap you opened your joint profile.
Scrolling through the streaming services limited catalog. You went back to the homepage and something caught your eye.
“Elliot,” You called testing if he had already fallen asleep.
He answered without moving. “Hmm?”
“You watched an episode of Money Heist without me?”
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ꣸ Suki 甘い 💿 . ♡𝆬
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there’s something so freeing learning all the names of the dali robbers in the finale of La Casa de Papel
it feels like a punch to the chest and seeing them all get up out of their body bags like oh my god
“It’s a matter of family” I’m literally crying
and now all the og members are “dead” so it’s like they get to be with the ones that aren’t.
They always had so much faith in each other 💔
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My requests are still open!
how it feels having a great miles fic idea but not knowing if anyone's requests are open these days
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Hey! For your Miles requests, I'd love to read about what it might be like for the reader to watch Miles transfer to Visions if they both went to Brooklyn Middle together.
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Miles Morales x fem!reader
Miles Morales x black!reader
Word Count: 1.4k
Warnings: none
Requested: yes
A/N: GUYS PARTICIPATE IN MY 300 FOLLOWER SPECIAL PLEASE also hope you guys enjoy electro because I had to make something up.
300 Follower Special <3
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“You’re not gonna forget me right?” You wondered.
It was the last week of summer and you were clinging to the last few days you had left with Miles. Sitting on his building’s rooftop you stared down at the Brooklyn you’ve known your whole life. You and Miles were the fastest of friends since your first day at Brooklyn Middle you genuinely couldn’t imagine not seeing him every day. You were still proud of him, however. Getting into Visions was a pretty big deal.
“Why would you ask me that?” He glanced at you offended.
You simply shrugged, pulling your knees up to your chest. “I dunno, you’ll go and make new friends and I won’t be so important anymore,”
“No,” He shook his head, turning to face you. “That would never happen,”
You looked back at him, maintaining eye contact.
“I’d never forget you,” He promised.
The first week of freshman year was finally over. It wasn’t as bad as your middle school teachers tried to make it seem, you’d made a couple of new friends, and none of your teachers were mean.
Realizing you hadn’t spoken to Miles yet today you pulled your phone out to message him.
you: how was your first week?
miles: my science teacher was on my ass but my roommates not bad
miles: he doesn’t talk much
you: i told you, you’d be fine
you: wanna go the end show w/me tonight in golconda
you: it’s at 7
miles: im sorry I cant :( too much hw
you: oh no don’t worry maybe next time
Putting your phone back down on your desk with a huff you tried not to feel disappointed. There would be other opportunities to hang out. It’s not like this was the end of your friendship.
The excuses and cancellations only grew in numbers. Soon you’d gone from seeing Miles every day to barely holding a virtual conversation once a week.
You weren’t going to sit around and wait for the crumbs of attention Miles was willing to give you. This would not be a one-sided relationship, you had too much self-respect for that.
But just because you weren’t actively talking doesn’t mean you didn’t care. You’d just care from afar.
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You weren’t one to watch the news but the TV was open to Channel 12 when you made it home from running errands. Placing your grocery bags on the couch something compelled you to tune in.
Seeing PDNY cars surrounding a crazed man wielding what looked to be lightning bolts sent you into a state of controlled panic. You practically sped to Miles’s apartment to check on Mr. Morales.
He wasn’t there when you got to the apartment but Rio informed you he was okay and she’d just spoken to him on the phone.
Letting out a sigh of relief you relaxed your shoulders. Slumping to sit down next to her on the couch she gave you a once-over
“You’ve grown so much since I last saw you. How’s high school?” She asked, now getting a better look at you.
“It’s definitely different,”
“We’ve missed you around here, Miles has been acting so different lately, he’s not my little boy anymore,” She sighed wistfully.
“I miss you guys too,” You pouted.
You didn’t want to get emotional but you really did miss your second family. And you weren’t trying to take it personally but Miles avoiding you truly hurt. “It’s so weird not seeing Miles anymore,”
“Seeing him a couple times a week must be very different from every day,”
A couple times a week? You hadn’t seen him at all this month. Even if you were pissed at him you didn’t want him in trouble so you just agreed.
“Yeah, I’m still not used to it.”
You weren’t leaving until you saw for yourself that Mr. Morales was okay. Your stubbornness and unwillingness to take things as you’re told kept you from being able to fully believe Mrs. Morales’s promise of her husband’s safety. Anything could’ve happened between their phone call and now.
Waiting on the couch listening to Mrs. Morales talk about work and her conniving coworkers. You felt the most at peace as you’ve had in a while.
The peace didn’t last long as Miles came bursting through the front door adorning his red and black jacket with oversized sweats and his backpack slung over his shoulder. Mrs. Morales immediately stood up and moved towards him, the picture of concern.
“Mijo, what’s wrong, what are you doing here it’s a school night?”
Instead of answering her he just threw himself into her arms and wilted into her chest.
From your place on the couch, you couldn’t hear the muffled conversation or anything at all, which only amplified your worry.
“What happened? What’s wrong?” You found yourself calling out standing from your spot on the sofa.
The sound of your voice snapped him out of his reprieve. Miles pulled his head from the crook of his mother's neck. He let his eyes roam over you attempting to assess if you were real or not.
Once he decided his eyes weren’t deceiving him he practically launched himself into your arms.
You stumbled back with the force of his weight and despite your anger and confusion, you hugged him back.
Evidently, something was wrong but he wasn’t going to talk about it anytime soon. You tried to hold out and let him feel his emotions but-
“Miles,” You wheezed out into his chest. “Can’t breathe.”
He released you the slightest bit but didn’t let you go.
“Sorry,” He muttered to the top of your head. “Missed you so much,”
“Missed you too,”
As much as you loved Mrs. Morales, she was a chismosa and every conversation was not for her ears.
“Let’s go outside,” You suggested grabbing his arm to pull you with him.
You hadn’t made the climb to the water tower in a while and you weren’t as fit as you were a month ago. Trying to hide it out of embarrassment you switched the topic.
“You cold?” You asked panting as you found your footing.
“What?” He questioned looking down at himself.
As if he just discovered the zip-up he was wearing he answered. “Oh! Yeah, yeah it’s really chilly out here,”
Even without the years of knowing Miles under your belt, you would’ve known he was lying but you didn’t feel like starting an argument the first time you saw him in a while so you just dropped it.
The two of you easily fell back into the swing of things as if there were never any distance between the two of you. You were glad to be talking again, now knowing his issue wasn’t due to anything you’d done.
He was catching you up on everything you’d missed in his life when he went ghost on you, but he still wasn’t hinting at what was bothering him. He was using you as an alibi and not even telling you, it was so unlike him.
Even his mom noticed a change in his behavior so why wouldn’t he just talk to you? You had to bring it up or you’d regret it once you’d gotten home.
“You know you can tell me anything right?”
He hummed in acknowledgment.
You should be furious he’d ghosted you for so long. And now he won’t even talk to you? but looking at him now he looked so upset and broken you couldn’t feel anything besides concern.
“Miles please, tell me what’s going on,” You begged. “We tell each other everything,” It was true you even told him when you had started your first period the summer before 7th grade. You never felt the need to hide anything from each other. So why start now? What happened between the start of high school to now to make him stop trusting you?
“Is it me? Can you just not tell me?” You attempted to rationalize his behavior.
“It’s not you,” He promised.
“So then talk to me please,” You whined.
“I can’t tell you. Not this time,”
The last person to learn he was Spider-Man died. In the same month, he watched Spider-Man and his uncle die in right front of him. All his other friends left him and maybe it was selfish but you were the only one he had left. He refused to lose you or have you look at him differently. Maybe telling you would lift some of the burden of having a secret identity as just a child, but he couldn’t risk it. Not this time. Not with you.
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