#chaiflower

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After the end of Pavitr's interdimensional adventure, his friends often visited his home and swung around Mumbattan; with new tech on their wrists and new smiles on their faces.

And he found that too, his new favorite smile was Miles'.

It was only when Miles visited him more and more…web slinging through dimensions just to cross each other’s paths daily, that he realized it….

That he had fallen in love, with Miles Morales.

And as they swung through the air on a hot summer day as Miles looked back at him and asked,

"You’re smiling, what's funny?"

Pavitr shook his head, and smiled up at him when he said,

But recently he got invited to their dates. And now he’s with Pavitr and gayatri on their lunch date he’s invited to.

Miles thought that they invited him to take notes, given how he’s invited often. He’d live with that, if Pav hadn’t told miles not to worry about the notes.

He felt he’s sort of… third wheeling, though they helped with his art project, went shopping, had some chai t-.. chai with them… he still felt like a third wheel… he just feels bad for hanging around while they’re dating.

Which was one of the reasons why he suggested a picnic. A simple Picnic with homemade foods. So when he asks, he opens a portal and leave them be.

“Ok, I’ve brought my dad’s Tandoori Chicken, what about you guys?” She asked, looking at the two. “I’ve got maya auntie’s famous samosas and some chamomile chai!” Pav proudly says, revealing the pyramid pastry and drink.

“It all looks so good.” Miles says, his mouth watering at the sight of two dishes each beside him. “Tastes good too, what’d you bring?”

Gayatri asked, placing her dish on the checkered picnic blanket while Pav did the same. “Only mi mami’s famous asopao de pollo, wanna try?” He asked, watching the two nod enthusiastically and in sync.

After each Indian took a spoon full their eyes lit up with huge smiles. “It tastes amazing!” Pav says swallowing the food and smiling the widest he can. “Your mom rocks!” Gayatri told him after she swallowed hers.

He smiled sheepishly at the compliment. “Thanks… can I ask you two something?” Miles asked, putting the lid back on and placing the food down. “Is something wrong?” Pav asked, looking worried about miles.

“If it’s too much we can do something else-.” “No! No, no this is all great, just… why me?” Miles asked, pausing a bit to reflect the past dates.

Both Indian’s made sure he’s is included, it made him feel more... whole. “Sorry? I don’t-” before Pav could say a thing miles held up a hand and said.

“I-I just… don’t want to ruin more of your dates by third wheeling..” He says, turning away from them. “I-i... I don’t-.” He stopped, looking down at the blanket his fists curled against each of his pant leg.

... he felt really hurt that he had to say all of that.

Thinking about it now? He didn’t want it all to end, it was the most fun he had ever since he became spider-man, but he didn’t want to intrude on any of Pav and gayatri’s future dates… even if he didn’t have anything else to do.

“… I thought we made it clear.” Gayatri says all of a sudden. “Guess not.” Pavitr says too. That made miles look up between them in confusion as the two sat next to him on either side.

“Miles, there’s a big reason why we invited you.” Pavitr starts, biting his lip softly in nervousness as the Afro-latino turned to look towards gayatri. “We thought you’d finally get it after our 9th… but guess not.”

She says, shrugging her shoulders and sighing. “Point is… it’s yours too.” She told him. Miles eyes widened and turned to Pav, who in turn nodded. “Each date, is your date.”

He says softly. Miles blinked, looked down, shook his head. “Uh-… aren’t I your friend tho-.” He was about to say before getting cut of by Pav kissing his lips.

The action made him squeak, then melt at the affection. When Pavitr and him parted he’s awestruck when he spoke. “… entiendo ahora.” He said goofily.

Making Pav chuckle. “My turn!” Gayatri says, kissing miles on the lips as well, making miles tumble backwards. “Gaya! Save some for me.” Pavitr joked, making the two laugh and later Pav joined in.

When things calmed down and both gayatri and Pavitr had their kisses each from miles the three sighed. “Thanks for clearing this up and opening my eyes.”

Miles paused, making both gayatri and Pav’s eyes land on him and smile at his acceptance. “Our picnic is getting cold tho.” He reminded, grabbing his mami’s asopao de pollo and served them each of their portions.

Gayatri and Pavitr did the same with their share. “How many samosas do you both want?” Pavitr asked, “how many is there?” Gayatri counter asked.

“There’s 12, so I’ll serve us four each.” Pav answered. Putting each on one plate.

Nothing is more perfect than having a picnic with your loved ones while watching the sun set all over mumbatten…

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Ok, this is a little more longer than my usual stories…

Damn, well… this is another chaiflower thing with gayatri, probably gonna also tag is as chaimodelflower… maybe I-i dunno. It’s uh.. something for @vulnonapixs-marvel-corner but I… only did the top bit of their thing they posted on the 3rd of march… I should’ve asked first…

It’s a bit rushed and uh, hope it’s not confusing to anyone who reads it…

Giving up with a sigh he took out his phone and searched up some images that might work for the wall he painted... when he heard a whistle from above.

He looked up and saw a boy around his age wearing a loose long sleeved maroon shirt with jeans, lush black wavy hair. Warm brown skin with a golden hue and deep chocolate brown eyes? He can’t tell from where he’s standing.

“Did you paint that?” The stranger asked with an Indian accent, pointing at the wall. “Uh, y-yeah, I did.” Miles said truthfully, kicking the ground with embarrassment at the missed opportunity to look cool.

“Wow, dude this looks amazing!” The stranger said, staring at the painted wall miles did. “You have a gift.” He smiled, turning to miles as the artist smiled awkwardly. “A- appreciate the feedback… but it’s not finished.”

“What do you mean?” “It’s missing something… but I don’t know what.” Miles told him, scratching the back of his head. “… it looks great to me!” He says, smiling widely and showing off… fangs?!

‘I-is he-?! Nah, they don’t exist.’ Miles thought, shaking his head at the thought of the brightest, nicest stranger being an actual vampire is sooo low. “Hey, do you do recommendations?”

The fanged Indian asked all of a sudden, a hopeful look in his eyes. “… yes?” Miles said, questioning it more then answering.

“Great!” He says, grabbing out his phone. “When are you free?” He asked politely, making miles blink stare suspiciously and ask. “Why? And what for?”

“I’d really like for you to do a portrait of me for my maya auntie, she prefers paintings.” He told miles before remembering something important.

“Right! What’s your name… and do you do portraits?” He asked, awkwardly smiling while shifting his eyes. ‘Seems alright.’ Was all miles thought before nodding his head.

“Yeah, names miles morales.” He told the person, stretching his arm out for a handshake. “Mine is Pavitr, Prabhakar.” He told miles, taking the handshake. “… can I get your number?” Pavitr asked.

“Uh.. sure! I’m not free on weekdays, but I’m not sure on weekends.” Miles answered, shrugging his shoulders before bringing his phone out.

They both exchanged numbers and agreed on when the other might be free for the day. But before miles could ask about Pavitr’s fangs… the boy disappeared.

‘… Welp, I’m going home.’ Miles thought, putting his phone away, climb down the ladders leading to the spot and walking off to the street he knew would lead him straight home.

But that meeting didn’t leave miles head… not once. Which meant something. But miles didn’t dwell on it further, even if it might be important.

‘I should talk to uncle Arron… he might know what to do.’

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… I’m starting to like titles a lot less.

It gets harder to find a good title theme for a story you wanted to do and I’m starting to think it’s not as fun anymore…

"Can I see your face?"

Pavitr nearly choked on his spit and stared at his girlfriend in shock, as she leaned into Miles's space.

"I know that you have a secret identity and all, but I'd like to get to know the person who saved my dad. Pav can vouch for me."

They sat on the roof of a construction site, away from the eyes and ears of the world.

Just the three of them, after he had asked for the black-cladded Spiderman's help with dealing with his world's electro.

That little shit was an ashole to deal with and Miles just happened to be immune against any kind of electricity.

Fighting with him had made things a lot easier, even if he still felt as if he was made out of bruises.

Nothing that his healing factor and a few kisses from his girlfriend wouldn't fix and certainly better than the electric burns he would have gotten otherwise.

He let himself fall into her lap and gave his friend a cheerful smile.

"Don't worry about her! She is my woman in the chair and utterly trustworthy."

To make his case clear he nodded, as Gayatri leaned down and gave him a soft kiss on his nose.

It made him blush happily, as the pain all but disappeared

Telling her about Spiderman was truly the smartest thing he has done in his entire life.

He could practically feel the other boy roll his eyes at him in a good-natured way.

"I will choose to believe the guy that would destroy the universe for his beautiful girl. Sure~"

He drew the Sure out and it was clear that the boy was smiling as he said it.

Pavitr couldn't help the laugh bubbling from his chest.

"That's rich coming from you Mr. Daddy's boy! "

He truly did deserve the web hitting his face, as both Gayatri and Miles broke into laughter themselves.

It was a miracle that they could joke about what happened.

His Dimension was fine, the spot collapsed into himself, and Mr

Morales got away with a broken leg.

Sure, the HQ was in shambles and everyone was reorganizing and the trust he once held with his friends was broken, but nothing that time wouldn't heal.

It's what he hoped.

Even though he still wakes up from nightmares where he is cradling his beloved's cold body whilst Hobie and Gwen just watch.

Not that this mattered.

"YOU CRULE MONSTER! MY POOR HAIR!"

Their laughter became louder, as cold fingers gently detached the web.

Seems like Miles exhausted himself in the fight after all.

He should probably get him a blanket and some chai.

"Poor you... Everyone is being mean to you. "

He wanted to throw a comment at his friend's head, as his dark brown eyes were captured by honey brown ones.

Miles must have slipped down his mask after blinding him and it made his brain freeze.

It slowly occurred to him that he never really saw the other's face.

"Hey there!"

The other boy had freckles that littered his face like stars and a smile that seemed to shine like the sun.

It was unexpected.

Not that he expected anything at all.

"I hope that I am not all too disappointing!"