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It's their 1st year anniversary and before that day came, Miles promised that he'll make the day super special for Reader, but the thing is, he's Spider-man. He's gotta stay in patrol, save people, and fight crimes. But also has to finish up his essays and deal with his parents.

Reader was sitting in their bedroom alone as they waited for Miles to come over to their house. They checked their phone to see his message again, promising his word that he'll arrive in time, but it's been more than an hour since he texted them. Reader was disappointed but they can't exactly blame him, even though it kinda hurts.

They worried if Miles will never show up, but that's until they heared a knock on their window, almost startling them. Miles was holding a bouquet of Reader's fav flowers and their dream video game physical copy 💞 he ofc apologizes and Reader forgives him.

Miles felt so, so, SOOO bad bcs he really wanted this to be a special day for Reader, but Reader reassured him by hugging him and kissing all over his face 🌻

So yea, thats my concept. Feel free to tweak some parts! Have all of the time u need! Have a great day! ꉂ(ˊᗜˋ*)♡

“ 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌 , 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌 ! ! “ - ℳ𝒾𝓁ℯ𝓈 ℳℴ𝓇𝒶𝓁ℯ𝓈

𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 : 𝓂． 𝓂ℴ𝓇𝒶𝓁ℯ𝓈 𝓍 𝓇ℯ𝒶𝒹ℯ𝓇

𝓈𝓎𝓃ℴ𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: miles is late for your anniversary, when all hope is lost he comes in to save the day

𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒽ℴ𝓇𝓈 𝓃ℴ𝓉ℯ : getting through the requests now :). hope this is ok, im writing to keep the stress away ahah

𝙌𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙚-Miles attempts to draw his girlfriend, but you just cant seem to sit still!

“Maaaa cmon please” Miles groans throwing his head back in frustration.

What had all started as a simple hangout at his place has now escalated into you posing like a mermaid on a rock for your sweet, sweet boyfriends art project due at 11:59 pm.

“Miles you know good and well I can’t sit still! Also you’ve been drawing for a good thirty minutes just let me see!” Your neck was burning, your hips were aching, and you were bored out of your mind! The only thing that was keeping you alive was how fine Miles looked while concentrating. But why couldn’t he have picked a better pose!

Miles begs you to keep still as he tries to continue the drawing, because who knew making a live figure sketch could be so difficult. Especially with such a beautiful model in front of him. And the worst part was the boy felt like he just wasn’t doing your face justice!

“Baby please just ten more minuets. It just hard to capture your features you know?”

“Are you saying I’m ugly? That I’m so hideous my face looks exotic?” This is what zero affection and boredom gets you.

“Baby you know that’s not what I meant.”

Annoyed you begin to crawl out of your position, “ I don’t care I’m done.”

“No no ple-“ Miles quickly jumps onto you trying to stop you from moving, but in the grand scheme of things he ends up with his hand on your thigh and far closer to your face than intended.

You get slightly flustered but not looking away you lock eyes with him, and flash the corniest smile known to man.

Miles shakes his head rapidly denying any thoughts that have found their way to your head. “No I need to finish.”

“Just one and I’ll be as still as a stone.”

Miles contemplates before sighing at your eagerness, I mean who could say no to that face? “Fine..”

Just as you heard those magic words your lips crash onto his and enchanting him right then and there. Finally doing what you actually came for. Miles gets taken away and melts into your embrace. He then tilts your head to deepening what you already have. You fall backwards onto his bed as you break the kiss and pepper his face with even more. Soon after he takes his turn peppering your face as well. “Ma- God I love you.” Series of giggles escapes your lips as he suffocates you with delicate kisses.

Miles pulls away and you both lay there breathless at how carried away you both got. Laughter erupts from you again as you turn and see Miles flushed expression.

Miles grunts turning his head to hide his embarrassment. Remembering the art project he sits up spotting where he dropped his sketchbook.

“Wait-“ You call out causing Miles to whip his head in your direction. You then give him a quick peck on the corner of his mouth. He freezes as you then twist right back into your earlier position whilst flashing him a tooth eating grin.

“As still as a stone”

Thank you all so much for the love on my last miles fics! I’m so glad the fandom isn’t done yet .(*￣3￣)╭Anyways I hope you enjoy this lil fic as I have a longer one on the way!

(∩^o^)⊃━☆God bless!

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Images- @lil-liaa

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐓 :: you have a presentation of your style choice at school , so you decide to edit , late at night you get a text from miles (your admirer) who secretly has been crushing on you and he remains anon to you ( ˘ ³˘)

𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾. ⌗

『𝗌𝗁𝗒 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋-𝗆𝖺𝗇』 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𓈈 ── .✦ 𝗐.𝖼. 700+

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡

You had known Miles Morales since you were six years old.

Before the masks. Before the secrets. Before the city started whispering the name Spider-Man through apartment windows and subway stations.

Back then, he was just Miles — the boy who traded juice boxes with you at lunch and walked you home carrying your backpack because he claimed it “looked too heavy.” He was shy even then, all nervous smiles and soft laughs, but you always understood him better than anyone else.

Which is why you noticed the changes first.

The bruises.

The disappearing acts.

The way he’d stare out windows like he was listening to something far away.

“Miles,” you said one evening while sitting on the fire escape outside his bedroom, “you’ve been acting weird for months.”

He nearly choked on his soda. “Weird how?”

“You vanish randomly. You text me at three in the morning saying stuff like ‘sorry, had to do something.’ And you keep showing up hurt.”

“I trip a lot.”

“You fell down the stairs three times this week?”

“They’re dangerous stairs.”

You snorted. “You’re a terrible liar.”

The city lights reflected in his brown eyes as he looked away, fingers tapping nervously against the soda can. Miles always got fidgety when he was hiding something from you.

“You’d tell me if something was wrong, right?” you asked quietly.

His expression softened immediately. “Always.”

But he still didn’t tell you.

Not until two weeks later.

Rain poured across Brooklyn while you waited under the corner store awning for Miles to meet you after school. Your umbrella had snapped inside out fifteen minutes ago, and your shoes were soaked through.

You checked your phone again.

No texts.

“Classic,” you muttered.

Then you heard it.

A crash somewhere down the street.

People screaming.

Before you could react, a figure swung between buildings, red-and-black suit flashing through the storm.

Spider-Man.

He landed hard in the alley beside you, stumbling against the brick wall. You rushed forward automatically.

“Are you okay—”

The mask was already halfway off.

And suddenly the entire world stopped.

“Miles?”

He froze.

Rain dripped from his curls while panic spread across his face. There was a cut across his cheekbone and another near his lip.

“You—” His voice cracked. “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

For a second neither of you moved.

Then you burst out laughing.

Miles blinked. “Why are you laughing?”

“You’re Spider-Man?” you wheezed. “You are literally the dumbest secret keeper alive.”

“What?!”

“Miles, you disappeared during a robbery last month and Spider-Man showed up wearing your sneakers.”

His jaw dropped open slowly. “…Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously.”

To your surprise, he started laughing too. Loud, relieved laughter that echoed through the alley.

Then he looked at you carefully. “You’re not… mad?”

“Mad that my best friend is secretly saving New York?”

“I lied to you.”

“You were protecting people.”

His shoulders loosened like he’d been carrying the weight of the entire city alone. Maybe he had.

“I wanted to tell you,” he admitted softly. “So many times.”

You stepped closer. “Then why didn’t you?”

“Because if something happened to you because of me…” He swallowed hard. “I couldn’t handle that.”

Your chest ached hearing him say it.

Without thinking, you reached up and touched the cut on his cheek gently. Miles went completely still beneath your fingertips.

“You worry too much,” you whispered.

“Only about you.”

The words slipped out so naturally that both of you froze afterward.

Miles looked horrified with himself.

“I mean— not like— okay, maybe like that—”

You laughed softly. “Miles.”

“No, wait, let me explain because that sounded weird and now I’m panicking—”

You grabbed the front of his hoodie and kissed him.

It was warm and sudden and years overdue.

Miles made the softest surprised sound against your lips before kissing you back immediately, hands finding your waist like instinct. Rain soaked both of you completely, but neither of you cared.

When you finally pulled away, his face was bright red.

“Oh my God,” he whispered.

“You talk a lot when you’re nervous.”

“I’m extremely nervous.”

You kissed him again just to feel him melt.

This time his hands slid carefully to your cheeks, thumbs brushing rainwater from your skin while he kissed you slower, sweeter. Like he was scared this wasn’t real.

When you separated again, Miles rested his forehead against yours.

“I’ve liked you forever,” he admitted quietly. “Like… embarrassingly forever.”

“How embarrassingly?”

“I wrote your name in one of my sketchbooks with hearts around it once.”

You burst out laughing.

“I burned the page afterward!”

“That somehow makes it worse.”

He groaned dramatically while you kept laughing, and the sound made him smile despite himself.

Then his expression softened again.

“You really aren’t scared?” he asked.

“Of Spider-Man?” You shook your head gently. “Never.”

Miles looked at you for a long moment before leaning down to kiss you one more time — slow and careful and full of every feeling he’d been too shy to say out loud for years.

And somewhere above the city, sirens echoed again.

But for once, Spider-Man stayed still.

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mechabat but sonar loses all game when talking to robert

i post like once every three years here...

Making love in the kitchen, how scandalous!

Their hearts were in the right place (??)