#prowler!miles

that’s not me.

You felt goosebumps rise along your skin as you read the text. The feeling of fear creeping up your back as miles gave you an unreadable stare.

Was he here to hurt you?

Was he going to attack?

What did miles mean, that wasn’t him?

What the fuck was even going on?

Did you really just kiss a stranger?

You felt sick, the fear was taking over, but your miles had taught you to always play it cool during dangerous situations and he’d be there in a minute. you cleared your throat, turning back to the spider boy.

“Miles you said, spiderman? Like from the old comics?” You chirped, all the fear that miles had creeping up melting away. “Yea! Look” thwip thwip, was the sound the webs made as he shot them from a small device on his wrist.

You kept asking questions, miles warming up to you even more as he sat on your bed and explained his whole spider-man story and how his dad was in danger.

but for a second, you forgot this wasn’t your miles, this wasn’t the miles that you met years before his dads death.

You both jumped at the sound of a heavy clash on the fire escape again. Miles threw his arm over you protectively, pushing you back and away from the window.

A claw slid the window open, neon pink and purple glowing slightly outlining the figure. You knew who it was, but for the sake of the other miles you acted scared. “There’s a prowler here?” He asked, his face twisting up in confusion as he turned to you.

Not even a second later, he was out on the floor. “Miles!” You yelled angrily as you stared at him in the prowler suit. “Que mami?” He asked, the headpiece folding back. “You didn’t have to hit him that hard” you kneeled besides the spiderboy, rubbing your thumb over the bruise now forming in his cheekbone.

“Don’t tell me you’re all close with this..offbrand of me.” Miles grumbled, roughly grabbing your wrist and pulling it away from the other miles causing you to fall back on your ass with a yelp.

You looked up at him, rubbing your stinging wrist; “what the fuck is wrong with you?” You glared at him, ignoring the pain from the marks on your wrist.

Miles said nothing, a look of disgust across his face as a side of his top lip raised; “I saw- te vi besarlo mamí” he looked down, and towards the other miles, thinking of how the other miles had felt your plush lips, that were only for him to feel against his own.

You had a look of disbelief on your face, he was that mad because you’d..accidentally kissed another version of him? (Which was understandable, but not to hurt you.)

“Miles I thought he was you!” You yelled, pointing between the two that looked exactly alike. Miles just ignored you, placing a little device on the spiderboy that tied his wrists together. “He reminded me of how you were before your father passed!” You yelled, giving in.

There was no movement, no sounds or anything. But miles felt his breath hitch at your comment before he looked at you. “You were so childlike, and sweet and just so young! I thought that you somehow had got that little spark back.”

You continued, tears forming in your eyes as you remembered how it was to watch miles loose himself in the prowler and turn to a life of crime.

Miles just deactivated his claw before walking over to you, falling to his knees and straddling you. “Lo siento mucho mami” He mumbled, grabbing your wrist and kissing it before hugging you.

“I’m sorry” you replied, leaning into his embrace. He just held you, mumbling apologies for snapping on you like that, and how it wasn’t your fault.

“I have to get him to uncle Aaron.” He whispered, kissing your temple. You just nodded, letting go of him.

As he stood up you grabbed his hand looking up at him with pleading, teary eyes. “He’s already gone through so much like you, please don’t hurt him amor..” you let go and miles just gave you a nod before clicking the button that reactivated his helmet, and sliding on the claw.

You couldn’t bear to see or even know that in another universe, miles goes through the same pain again, and again..in every universe.

Miles picked up miles and stepped out on the fire escape; “Hasta mañana mi Vida” he closed the window and jumped out of your view.

You sat in the same spot, confused and scared. You’d definitely ask a shit ton of questions tomorrow.

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You were boisterously laughing. Obnoxiously, even. The guy’s joke wasn’t even that funny.

Miles called your name out with an aggravated tone,

"Would it kill you to shut up for a second?"

You promptly responded, "Would it kill you to lighten up for once?"

He regrets not skipping this class.

That was partially a lie. In reality, he didn’t care for this class at all. He only came to see you. You were one of the few people who put up with him.

Miles and you always sat together during class. "Unassigned assigned seats", you'd call it. But that’s all you were. Seat partners. That was the way it was, and the way it would stay. And he was fine with that, at least he tried to convince himself.

The next day, the seat next to Miles was empty. It hasn’t been empty since the first day you met.

If you asked Miles how you both met, he’d say you forced your way into his life. However, you’d say that you saw through his “cold guy” facade and he opened up his heart to you. He was a good guy if you had the patience. That was only one of the many things he admired about you. Your optimism.

He saw you across the room. You were sitting with someone else. A guy. What was his name again? Miles couldn't recall. That was how irrelevant he was to Miles.

"Is this seat taken?" Miles looked up to the voice that had spoken, hoping it was somehow you. However, as he glanced up, an unfamiliar face was staring at him.

"Nah." He muttered, not sparing her another look.

She introduced herself and told Miles her name, but he wasn't listening. He was listening to your laugh. How could he not? Your laugh was practically drowning out every other voice in the room. At least, that’s how he perceived it.

You were giggling at whatever the guy next to you said. But this time, he wished it was him making you laugh. That guy didn't deserve to hear you laugh, or see you smile.

He couldn't stand your laugh unless he was the cause of it. Miles didn’t pay attention to the lesson that day. He was occupied staring daggers into your back. Yet you never noticed.

You sat next to Miles the day after, as usual. It was an unspoken agreement, and you had broken it the day prior.

Immediately as you sat down, Miles started interrogating you.

"You left me with some random girl to go flirt with that moron? He's a dick." He scoffed at you, nodding his head towards the guy that you left him for yesterday.

Right, like you're not. You thought. "He's really not, he's a good guy!" You defended him and continued, "Plus, your partner was super smart. She was probably more help than I could’ve been.”

"Ella no es tú. What else can I say, ma?" Miles casually said.

You tried to hide your grin but failed as a smile spread across your face. The corner of his lip curled in a small smirk. If you blinked, you would have missed it.

"I’m sorry for 'leaving you', Miles. But don’t worry, I prefer you over him anyway." You smiled brightly at him. And for a second, his stoic heart gleamed.

"I wasn't worried." He grumbled.

"You sure? I mean, whatever you say.” You grinned amusedly at him.

The rest of the class period followed as usual. But this time, before the bell rang, Miles bottled up his dignity to ask you, "Ay ma, wanna hang out after school?"

You raised a skeptical brow at his unusual behavior, "What, you starting to like me now? I thought you couldn't tolerate me." You probed.

Oblivious to you, he does more than just tolerate you. He was growing fond of your presence. He was starting to miss the sound of your giggle echoing within the room when he wasn’t around you.

But he couldn't find the courage to tell you just yet. Instead, he murmured, "I can tolerate you. Out of most of these people in here, anyway."

"I'm kidding. Yeah, I'm down, Miles." You teased him and agreed.

What you didn't know is that your initial question wasn't very far from the truth.

The school day couldn’t have passed any slower. If you were being honest, you were eagerly anticipating spending more time with Miles out of school.

The final bell of the day rang, and Miles held up to his side of the agreement. He met up with you after school.

Walking side-by-side, you asked, "What've you got planned for us today, Miles? You gonna wine and dine me?" you winked at him.

"Maybe another day, mami." He cracked a slight grin as he responded, fond of your antics.

"I'll hold you to that. I've got a better idea, anyway." You said as you heard a familiar song ringing through the atmosphere.

You yanked Miles by his arm and pulled him, "Look, an ice cream truck! I haven't seen one of those in forever. Let's go!"

A rare smile adorned Miles' face. Not that you saw it. You were too busy chasing after the ice cream truck and dragging him along.

You approached the ice cream truck. The ice cream man greeted you, "Hey guys! What can I get for you today?"

Without missing a beat, you said "Hello! Can I get the Spongebob popsicle please?" with a bright smile.

Miles ordered his right after you. "Coming right up!" The ice cream man said. He shortly returned with both your orders in hand.

As you tried to give the owner cash, Miles lowered your hand gently and said, "Let me pay for you." It was more of a demand as he handed cash to the man.

You couldn't contain the surprise that formed on your face. "Really? Thank you, Miles! You didn't have to do that, y’know." You reached up to him and peppered a kiss on his cheek as a token of gratitude. "Nah, I wanted to." He dismisses it with a shrug.

The man gave you both your ice creams and said, "Have a good day!"

"Young love. A beautiful thing to see." The owner of the truck said as you both walked away.

You both sat on a bench surrounded by a garden of blooming flowers. It was quite scenic for Brooklyn. "Miles, look. He only has one eye!" You chuckled as you showed him your popsicle.

Unbeknownst to you, you had ice cream smeared on your face. He leaned in to wipe the corner of your mouth with his thumb, his gaze lingering on your lips. An almost too-intimate action for people who were just "classmates." But you brushed it off as him being friendly for a change.

"You're a mess, mami." He chuckled, shaking his head at you. You ignored how he made your stomach do flips.

Miles had led you to a rooftop that he frequents. It had an incredible view of the sun, despite all the tall buildings encased around you two.

Miles and you spent the rest of the evening together, basking in the presence of one another. You conversed for hours, only realizing the time when the sun started to set. Comfortable moments of silence were exchanged as you watched the sun disappear from the sky, the moon soon replacing it.

“It’s a full moon, isn’t it just beautiful?” You admired the moon as it shone down on the sullen streets of Brooklyn.

"Yeah, It is." He replied, but he wasn't looking at the moon. If you had just turned your head, you'd realize the true meaning of his words. He hadn't even noticed the moon. His eyes were fixated on you instead. He believed that the moon couldn't even hold a candle to you.

"Why haven't we done this before, Miles? I enjoyed hanging out with you today." You felt harmonious with him for once, laying your head against his shoulder as you studied his face.

"I did too, princesa. Maybe I will just wine and dine you someday." Miles said with a smirk, gazing down into your eyes with a borderline smitten expression.

A lightbulb suddenly enlightened your brain. You mentally banged your head against a wall. How could you be so naive to not realize it sooner?

You broke the tension in the air and raised your head to look into his eyes. "Is this a date? You know, people that are 'just' classmates don't go on dates." You told him cheekily.

Could he not have made it more obvious? He paused for a moment and said, “I don’t want to be just classmates.”

“So you want to be best friends? Great! Me too." You grinned, feigning naivety.

His face immediately dropped as he facepalmed himself. "Dios mío, no. That's not what I meant. Never mind, olvídalo." He said, shaking his head.

You beamed at him and laced your fingers with his. “I’m just messing with you, Miles. I like you too. In case you haven't noticed."

He sighed of relief as he lifted your entwined hands to press a soft kiss to the back of your hand. You stayed in each other's embrace for the rest of the night.

From that day forward, you never broke the unspoken agreement ever again. And Miles never had to worry about you associating with another douche again. Excluding himself.

You walked into class hand-in-hand the next day. The following days, as well. That's the way it was, and that's the way it would stay. And both of you were content with that.

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ella no es tú - she's not you

dios mío - my god

olvídalo - forget it

Well, he did but only for two reasons. First, when he was mad at you. Thus the first contradiction because the boy was rarely mad at you. Even if he was, he would always confront you directly and talk things out. He hated being on bad terms with you. Life was already rough without you by his side and he wouldn't let anything strip him of any quality time with his girl.

The other situation was is… street activities with his uncle. He used to disappear for days without telling you why, convincing you to not get concerned about him. However, after that one night when you yelled at him, crying, for worrying to death after he ghosted you for two days straight, he promise to always send a quick message to tell you when he would get really busy.

So as you sat on your bed, plunged in the darkness of your room, you knew that none of these cases applied to the current situation. You two hadn't fought and he hadn't told you anything about his prowler activities. Well, nothing that you knew of, which left you insanely troubled.

Your last words together were when he left for a party the previous night. You were supposed to go with him but dropped at the last minute because your mother felt sick. You preferred staying by her side, making sure she get better. At first, Morales wanted to stay with you and spend the night at yours, but you refused. You couldn't remember the last time he got to catch a breath and just enjoyed life like the young man he was. He was always either hanging out with you - making sure you were safe by the same occasion- or working with his uncle. So like the good girlfriend you were, you convinced him to go to the party without you. You just wanted him to have fun and even though he was reluctant, he couldn't say no to you.

Since then you had heard nothing from his side. It was already far in the night and you should be sleeping, but you couldn't close an eye.

At this point, you were contemplating directly calling his mother or even his friends. But you knew Miles despised you talking to other guys. Even if they were his own friends.

Your train of thought was suddenly interrupted by a bang on your window. You jumped at the sound and gawked when you catch sight of the boy tormenting your thoughts out of the corner of your eyes.

You hurried up and opened the window for him and he stumbled inside your room looking…awful. You could see the dark circles painted under his eyes and the frown settled on his forehead. Before you could say anything, he clenched his jaw and wrapped his arms around your waist, dragging your body to his. He pressed your bodies tightly against each other, leaving no room for anything else and the heat of your skin warmed the iciness of his.

You were left speechless as he leaned down and nestled his face on your chest. This sudden display of physical affection was unusual from your Miles. You were the one initiating the cuddles, the kisses, the hand-holding. So you couldn't help your heart from fluttering at this new attention. However, the feeling quickly vanished as you remembered the context. Your worry came back like a slap on your cheek.

“My love, what's going on ?” you broke the silence and wrapped your arms around his neck to hug him back, sensing that he needed it.

You received the silence treatment.

“Miles,” you frowned and leaned back to look at his face, only for him to stop you by tightening his arms around the low of your back.

“You haven't answered any of my texts since yesterday, what happened? Is it your uncle? You can talk to me. ”

He took a deep breath against your skin but still left you with no explanation, which made you upset.

“Miles, you can't just disappear for a whole day and come back as if it was nothing !”

“Lo siento Mami, I messed up,” his pained voice came out muffled by your shirt. You scowled at his words. ‘uh ?’

“What do you mean ?”

''m' so sorry. I messed up princesa. I messed up bad.''

You moved your hand to his hair to caress it and comfort him.

''What did you do ?''

''I-don't make me say it.''

Whatever he has done had to be really bad for him to be that panicked. You could definitely tell that it had been eating him all day.

''Tell me,''

''….I messed up last night, because of another girl.''

As soon as the words escaped his mouth, your hand froze in his hair. All the worries slipped out of your body as your blood ran cold. This couldn't be what you thought right?

''W-what ?''

''I kissed another girl.''

There it was.

Your hands fell to your side as your heart dropped. This was the last thing you could have ever imagined. You took a shaky breath trying to process the wave of emotions that invaded you, but your stare was already lost in the wall facing you.

Sensing your lack of reaction, Miles leaned back to look at you.

''You don't know how much I regret it-''

''Let go of me.''

The boy tensed in your arm at the unusual coldness of your voice.

“No mami, let me explain-”

“Let me go !” This time you yelled.

You thought back to all his possessiveness. Him not letting you talk to your guy friends. You thought back to these sleepless nights you spend worrying about this safety, just like tonight. To all these efforts you pulled to break the wall he build around him after the loss of his father.

All that for him to fumble and betray you in the end.

You felt your eyes water but you refused to cry in front of him. He couldn't see you weak. He couldn't see how much he had wounded you.

“Get out,”

“I won't, you can't end us.”

“What?'' You scoffed at his nerve. ''You ended us the moment you prioritized having fun over our relationship. Get out !”

Yet, he stayed still.

And that's all it took for you to lose it. He didn't have enough of betraying you, now he had to stay and insensitively watch you break down. He was a mess on the inside. He had never seen you this upset, and he loathed himself for being the cause of it.

“How could you do this to me !” Tears rolled down your cheeks.

There, you had failed to maintain your facade and Miles watched in horror as you fell apart in front of him. Through your blurry sight, you didn't notice that he was also crying. He stood there, towering over you, eaten up by remorse. He was supposed to protect you. He had accepted the prowler job to protect both you and his mother, but he had done the total opposite.

But he couldn't bear to lose you.

He let go of your waist and wrapped his fingers around your wrists to stop you. You tried to escape his hold but he was too strong.

“Querida, mirame por favor. I will make it up to you. I'll buy you everything you want. Tu eres mi mundo and you know-” he tried but you wouldn't hear anything.

“Who do you think I am? You can't buy me with money! Stop being selfish and leave !”

The boy tried to make eye contact with you but you looked sideways, taking deep breaths to calm down. You were overwhelmed with so many emotions that you didn't know what to feel anymore. However, you knew you couldn't bear to see him anymore.

For some reason, Miles seemed to catch the message as he finally let go of your hands and stepped back.

''I hope you can forgive me, mami.''

''Don't. I hate you. I wish I never met you.''

You spat those words purposely to hurt him. You didn't mean them at all. If anything, you still loved him as hard as before. Yet, when you noticed his hurt expression, it brought you a bit of consolation. It was tiny and it only lasted a second, but it was something.

You turned your back to him and eventually, you heard the window open and close behind you. Only then, you tumbled to your knees and let all of your tears fall, becoming a sobering mess in the silence of the room.

(1610) Miles Morales!!

☆ he likes to lean on your shoulder, or have you lean on his shoulder

☆ ^instinctively throws his arm around your shoulder when you sit next to him, it's just muscle memory at that point

☆ does that really cute laugh thing, like yk the one..

☆ mumbles sweet praises in your neck when he's tired and you're cuddling

☆ ^and his voice is croaked and he's sleepy and it's just (aughh)

☆ When he feels like teasing you, he definitely hugs you from the front and sways with you innocently to people that pass you by but then says something like "you look really good right now," right into your ear

☆ and then presses a kiss to your forehead and leaves you there as you process what just happened

(42) Miles Morales!!

☆ loves to gently caress your hips with his hands, whether your curvy or not, his hands are there

☆ when you're walking in the halls and infront of him, he'll gently push you on your stomach and have you lean up against the wall beside him to wait for the crowd to leave

☆ and then walks you to class

☆ sways with you to music, arms wrapped around you and humming softly into your ear as you smile happily

☆ likes to use you as a pillow, literally always laying ontop of you

☆ your chest, back, thighs, shoudler, etc just always on you

“For your headache,” He explained. 

“I don’t have a headache, you tryna drug me?” 

“With ibuprofen, really?” He deadpanned “Take it so I don’t have to hear about your headache later,”   

“Awww, you’re so sweet,” You pulled him into a hug gushing over how considerate he was to not want you in pain. 

“Shut up,” He turned his face away without pulling away from you. 

Although he would never say it to your face he’d gone entirely soft for you. 

-Goes to football games despite not fully understanding it to see you 

“Miles!” You squeaked when he came up behind you on the bleachers and wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you down onto the bench. 

You turned around, facing him to find a tray of nachos in his hand. 

He placed it down next to you for you to grab before sitting down on the step behind you. 

You let out a groan and glanced back at your coach who was still standing by the benches on the football field. 

There were only 12 minutes left of halftime and now that you were standing still you realized truly just how cold you were. 

“Baby, you’re shivering,” Miles ran his hand up and down your arm.

“I know,” You whined. “Reina forget her warm-ups so coach won’t let us put them on,”

He hummed gesturing for you to stand up, you did and he pulled off his jacket helping you slip your arms into it, and zipping it all the way up. 

He pulled your hair out of the back. 

Still unconvinced that you’d gotten any warmer he pulled you into his lap surrounding your waist with his arms. 

You raised your eyebrow at him but you felt so comfortable that you relaxed into him and let it slide. 

That was until he started running his hands up and down your exposed thighs. 

“Miles.” You warned your voice tight. 

He continued what he was doing, acting oblivious. 

“What ma, I’m just warming you up,” He leaned forward picking at your skirt. “It’s so short I know you’re cold,” 

You pushed one of his hands away and he immediately put it back returning to his affections. 

“You’re gonna get me in trouble,” You complained. PDA was very clearly outlined in the forbidden behaviors in your cheer contract. 

“C’mon,” He rolled his eyes glancing down at your coach “She’s not even looking, relax” 

“Alright,” You cautioned, moving to stand up. 

He rushed to pull you back down into his lap. 

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,”  He stilled his hands. “One kiss and I’ll leave you alone,” 

-carries you on his back after practice

Cheer practice ran 2 hours late and you already hadn’t gotten much sleep last night trying to finish your homework. You were aching and exhausted. 

Trudging up to your boyfriend at the edge of the track you gave him a meek nod of acknowledgment. Knowing you were drained he just slid your cheer bag off your shoulder before pulling it onto his. 

After your third stumble into Miles’ side, he stopped walking, giving you the opportunity to fully lean on him. 

Your eyes were drooping and appeared to be as if you were one strong breeze from falling over. 

“Get on my back,” He suggested. 

You nodded through a yawn, shuffling to get behind him. 

He quickly knelt down making it easier for you to simultaneously wrap your arms and legs around him. 

Hoisting you up with him to his full height he readjusted your bag on his shoulder. 

He held both of your thighs securely while your arms dangled around his neck. Your head dropped into his neck and you let out a content hum.

He continued his pace to get to the front of the school. 

With your calf’s swinging back and forth your grip on Miles’ neck loosened. 

He asked a small “You comfy?” 

When he was met with silence he chuckled to himself knowing you were asleep. 

Once he’d finally made the trek to the front of the school he located your brother's truck. 

He was sitting in the front seat on his phone with his head down before Miles knocked on the window. 

Pulling the passenger door open with a click, he slid you off his back before lifting you up into the passenger seat. 

You huffed making a sound of discomfort, shifting in your seat when your brother finally verbally acknowledged Miles. 

They both froze before your breathing evened out and you stilled with your neck below the headrest.

Satisfied with the knowledge that you weren’t going to wake up, Miles responded to your brother. 

“Alright, I’ll see you later,” He closed the door before stepping back and watching your brother drive off with your sleeping figure in tow. 

-stares at and distracts you when you do comp. makeup 

As you were struggling to get your larger-than-life lashes to fit to your lash line you felt a pair of eyes on you.

Glancing in the side of your vanity mirror you saw your boyfriend lying on your bed watching you. 

“Can I help you?” You asked turning back around and grabbing your eyelash curler. 

Seconds later you felt a presence at your back, looking up you made eye contact with Miles through the mirror. 

Not leaving your question unanswered he asked what that was. 

“What’s what?” 

“The thing in your hand,” He replied as if it were obvious. 

“Ohhh, my eyelash curler,”  

He seemed satisfied enough with your answer to continue his silent staring. That was until you held the tool up to your eye.  

“You’re gonna poke your eye out,” He startled you. 

“It doesn’t even touch my eye,” You pulled it away from yourself. 

“Is it hot?” He asked, reaching for it. 

You pulled your hand away before standing, lifting the item to his eye. “Let me show you,” 

“Hell no,” He pushed your arm away, wrestling you back down into your chair. 

“C’mon please,” You whined. 

He simply shook his head and took a step back from your chair. At first, you were just trying to be irritating, but now you were really interested in curling your boyfriend’s beautiful and freakishly long eyelashes. 

You kept begging and although you kept receiving denials, you knew you could break his resolve. 

“If you keep fucking around, you’re gonna be late,” He reminded you.  

“We would’ve been gone by now if you weren’t being a baby,” 

“Y/N! Let’s go, I’m leaving!” Your brother and ride yelled from the front door.

“Okay, I’m coming!” You answered before turning towards Miles again. “Just one eye really fast, please,” 

Before he could open his mouth to say no you leaned up wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your lips to his. 

He sighed, grabbing your lower waist with both hands. 

He rested against your vanity and pulled you to stand between his legs. He kissed you harder than appropriate for the time constraint and you pulled away before he could take it further. 

He was panting against your face so when you said “I’m just gonna do one eye,” and because you knew you could break his resolve, he didn’t protest. 

-his only media on his Instagram is a highlight of videos of you cheering and photos of you he doesn’t even have a pfp

Today, 7:37 PM

miles 😋❤️: Send me that picture 

you: what picture? 

Miles 😋❤️: The one I took of you on your phone from the last game 

you: i’ll havr to look for it 

have** 

miles 😋❤️: Okay so look fast 

you: nigga don’t tell me what to do

just wait 

miles 😋❤️: Yes ma’am 🫡

Today, 7:46 PM

you: Sent 3 attachments 

Putting your phone back down on your desk you started on your math study guide. 

That you knew would take all night. Your math teacher never believed in giving students with extracurriculars extensions.

 He wasn’t even supposed to give tests on game days, but he never followed any of the rules. 

After graphing another equation your phone screen lit up with a notification. 

m.morales added a photo to their story 

Picking up your phone and unlocking it you opened Instagram to find a collage made of the pics you’d just sent him.  

You couldn’t help but smile looking at the story of you in your cheer uniform smiling widely at the camera. The last verse of Dark Red by Steve Lacy playing over the story post. 

Shifting your thumb to the heart icon on the bottom right you liked Miles’ story before moving to reply. 

y/u/n: thank you this is the cutest most sweetest thing in the world 🫶🏽 💋  

m.morales: Yw, my mom said you looked very pretty 

y/u/n: tell her I said thank you  

m.morales: I will

y/u/n: you should've tagged me

m.morales: No I don’t want nobody tryna dm you 

-doesn’t let you kiss him on the lips w lipgloss/lipstick on (secretly does like seeing the marks left on his face tho) 

You gasped, placing your hand over your heart in faux pain. 

“How dare you?” You asked. 

Sitting with your knees bracketing Miles' waist on the edge of his bed you questioned him on dodging your kiss. With how clingy he is he would never turn down affection. 

“Wipe that stuff off your lips and I’ll kiss you,” 

“Toxic masculinity is not a good look on you,” You tsked.

“Nothing toxic about not wanting sticky shit all over your mouth,” 

You rolled your eyes at his response before speaking up. “My bad, forgot you were autistic,” 

“I’m not autistic,” He fired back immediately. 

“M’kay Mr. Sensory Issues,” 

Instead of defending himself again or trying to change the subject he just leaned back into his wall, crossed his arms over his chest, and pouted.  

You tried not to laugh at how childish he was being and instead cooed at him pressing a kiss to his cheek, then the other. 

Pulling back you viewed the two lip marks left behind and the small involuntary smile on his face. 

Leaning back in, you returned to your ministrations amongst his skin. 

When all of your lipgloss and stick was transferred off you sat back on your heels admiring your work. 

Extending your body you reached for your phone resting near his pillow. Returning to your previous position you grabbed his face taking pictures of him with closed eyes and the goofy smile on his face. 

Clicking on the small photo icon to enlarge it you flipped your phone around to show your no longer pouting boyfriend. 

Squinting to see the picture Miles looked at the kiss marks littered across his cheeks, forehead, and jaw, he pretended to not care, while he forced himself to conceal the giddy smile that wanted to break out across his face. 

-his mom loves you more than he does “calls you her mini daughter-in-law”  but disproves of the “short” skirt 

When Miles first introduced you to his mother she was skeptical. You were her baby’s first girlfriend, he was all she had left. How did she know if you were trying to take him from her?

But now you were all she could ever talk about. She treated you like a daughter. 

“When’s Y/N getting here, I want to see her before I leave,” Rio asked in her blue scrubs grabbing a banana off the counter. 

“She texted and said she’s 2 minutes out,” Miles answered sitting on the couch in his Visions uniform, his backpack on the floor next to him. 

Down on the street, you closed the door to your brother's truck before throwing your backpack strap over your shoulder. 

Saying goodbye to your brother you ran up to the Morales’ door. 

Immediately after opening the door, Mrs. Morales pulled you into a tight hug. 

She asked how her “little daughter-in-law” had been but before you could finish responding she was releasing you from her arms. 

Once you were at arm's length she spun you to the side. Furrowing her brows she plucked at the fabric of your cheer skirt. 

With a sigh and a shake of her, she muttered to herself “What is the school thinking, making these outfits so short,” 

Sliding past her as she moved to finish off her morning routine, you greeted your boyfriend near the couch. 

You pressed a quick kiss to Miles's cheek and he immediately perked up from his fatigued before-school mood. 

He stood up a little taller, his display of confidence was however broken by a loud laugh from across the apartment. 

With your boyfriend’s and your attention on her, Rio explained the cause of her amusement. 

“Look at how much happier he is, 5 minutes ago he was like an angry old man,” 

She moved closer to the both of you to coo at her son. 

“How cute, he missed you. Every time you leave he goes into his room and-“

Before she could embarrass him even more Miles interrupted. 

“Mami, you’re gonna be late for work.” He attempted to usher her out the door. 

“Miles don’t be rude, let her speak,” You chimed in wanting to hear whatever embarrassing thing she had to say now. 

“No, no,” Rio dismissed you with a wave of her hand. “He’s right, I’ll just tell you later,” 

She gave each of you and Miles a kiss on the cheek before grabbing her messenger bag on her way out the door. 

As the door clicked shut you smiled up at your boyfriend. 

“So…” You dragged out, “You gonna tell me what she was talking about?” 

-reluctantly goes to fundraisers you have to cheer/be present at 

You sat on your couch pouting up at Miles as he stood in front of you. 

“Don’t you have friends you can go with?” 

“Yeah, but I wanna go with my boyfriend, or do you not love me anymore?”

He groaned, rubbing his face with his hands.

 “Don’t start,” He warned. 

“I don’t understand, why won’t you love me?” 

“Baby it’s hot outside,”

“I have to go though, so just come with me,”

It’d been a whole 5 minutes of you trying to convince Miles to accompany you to the school-sanctioned car wash. It was mandatory for the cheerleaders to attend. Your coach had a habit of enthusiastically signing you all up for fundraisers that she would only have to work the snack booth while you did all the work. 

“I literally never see you anymore come on,” You whined trying a different approach. 

“I’m literally standing in front of you now,”  He mocked you.  

“Miles,” You whined. 

“Y/N,” He copied you with the same inflection. 

Giving up, you told him you didn’t even care if he went anymore. 

Pouting again you closed in on yourself. Miles sat back down next to you and you scooted to the other end. 

Scrolling through your phone you obnoxiously laughed out loud every few minutes and when Miles asked you what was so funny you pretended not to hear him. 

He knew you were going to continue your childish antics until he gave in and went to this carwash in the high 90° weather. 

“Alright, I’ll go with you,” He conceded. 

With a satisfied smile on your face, you hopped up off the couch. You leaned over and pressed a peck to his lips muttering a small thank you. 

“Let me go change,” You ran to your room. “Don’t leave, I’ll be quick!”

“Where would I go?” He yelled back. 

-Gets phantom pains from your tight ponytails 

“Does that not hurt?” 

“It does but you get used to it,” 

You’d grown accustomed to the pain that came with having your hair pulled up into a tight high ponytail for the majority of AAU and comp season. 

Miles however was appalled by this revelation. Every time your face so much slightly twitches in pain he was obnoxiously groaning claiming that you two were connected and he could feel it. 

“I don’t wanna look at it anymore,” Instead of turning away as any sane person would’ve done, he reached over and slid the hair tie out of your hair. 

The release of the tension pulling on your head lets you relax a bit more, your headache slowly fading away. 

“Ridiculous,” You heard your boyfriend mutter. 

“What?” You asked unsure if that was meant for your ears or not. 

“Look at your hair,” 

Narrowing your eyes at him you pulled up the camera on your phone to find a sizable dent in your hair where the rubber band had once been. 

“That’s why you have a headache all the time,” He lectured, moving over you, to massage your scalp. 

“Probably,” You answered, sighing and leaning back into his arms. He complained again about how your hairstyle was too tight claiming “all your hair is gonna fall out” 

“‘Kay, I won’t do it so tight next time,” You lied. 

-believes you should 100% be captain doesn’t matter if there’s someone “better” than you 

“Catherine is like objectively better than me at cheer and she’s a senior there’s no reason she shouldn’t be captain,” You had to explain to your boyfriend after the cheer positions had come out that you were only a sophomore and having a position on varsity was actually really good. 

He however didn’t agree. “She’s probably on steroids,” 

You laughed at the absurdity of his claim. “No one is taking high school serious enough to do steroids,”

“I think she should get tested anyways,” 

“Not everyone that’s better than me is on steroids,” 

“‘Nobody’s better than you,” He argued. “And if they were it’s only ‘cause of steroids.” 

You weren’t afraid of Miguel O’Hara which was what made you perfect for the job in Gwen’s eyes. She would’ve asked Hobie but Miguel would’ve noticed, despite muttering about how much Hobie annoyed him. Gwen caught Miguel checking on Hobie a few times when he hadn’t shown up but you, you were Miguel’s rebellious little sister, not literally but you might as well have been.

Out of all people it was clear Miguel cared about you the most which was good and bad. He latched on, he hovered like a father would but he loved you.

And you were the only person close enough to Miguel that he wouldn’t question it when you used your watch.

“You want me to go see your boyfriend?” You asked tilting your head at the polaroid photo of her and Miles “He’s not my boyfriend.” Gwen shook her head, her pale cheeks reddening and you glanced up at her “Lovers in denial. My favorite trope.” You teased and she nudged you “Shut up.”

You laughed shaking your head “Do you realize how much trouble this will get me in if Miguel finds out?” Miguel was strict, strict enough that you didn’t receive a watch until two months ago but Gwen knew you wouldn’t give up that easy especially since you didn’t agree with what would happen to Miles. “I know but it’ll only take two seconds, in and out all you have to do is warn him.”

“Why can’t you do this?” You asked your eyebrows furrowed at her “I can’t, Miguel knows that I’ll warn him.” and you sigh, you pity her. You can’t imagine what it’d be like to be in her shoes. “Fine, two seconds and just because I wanna try out the new things I added to my watch.” You smile at her and she beamed throwing her arms around you causing you to stumble back.

“Woah.” You laughed and she pulled back quickly pretending to be cool about it “I mean, yeah, thanks.” You snorted shaking your head “You’re a dork, Stacy.” You walked backwards waving the photo of Miles and Gwen in your hand “I’ll keep this just so I know what he looks like.”

“Thank you again!” She called and you just nodded.

You had your plan set, you’d be going on a mission with Jess later and when it was time to go through the portal you’d just go through your own and quickly try and warn Miles.

It was easy, it was supposed to be easy.

MILES’S head hurt, his mask cracked from his latest mission and he was tired, so tired. Physically and mentally and ever since….ever since his dad died things had been different. He had been different, he knew it but he couldn’t change it or fix it. He couldn’t hold back the anger he felt.

The anger at the world, the anger at the people who it and the anger at his dad for wanting to save so many people. Anger. That’s all he ever felt anymore.

“It’s normal, Rio.” Miles had heard Aaron tell his mother one late night “He’ll come around.”

“He’s just so different.” His mother had whispered and he wished he could tell her that he was the same as he used to be. That he was fine but he wasn’t because this wasn’t some fairytale, this was his life.

He couldn’t protect his dad but he’d protect his mom, he rode for what was his. That wasn’t stopping but still some nights it felt like he couldn’t pull his punch and his vision would blur with his tears like now as his legs hung over the edge of a building.

He missed his dad and more importantly he missed you. He remembered all these nights he had pushed you away, all the times he rolled his eyes at your stupid jokes and all the times he denied you a hug. He had taken you for granted and now he was alone and stuck with the haunting thought that it’d always feel like this, like an open wound that wouldn’t close.

He feels like he’s shaking, it takes a moment to realize he is shaking, actually everything is shaking. He’s confused when he rises to his feet, cars are going off and then he sees a light form above his head and for a moment he feels like it’s one of those stories his mom used to tell him and maybe it was his dad or you coming to give him some last advice and maybe Miles would get a chance to say the one thing he wished he had ‘I love you’

His hope is quickly washed away as the light open into an array of colors and he hears….screaming? Everything is telling him to move but he’s stuck in his spot and suddenly a shadow forms and something lands on him. Something heavy that makes him hit the ground, his body slamming into the concrete of the roof.

His body aches more than it was before as something weighs down on him. He groans or he thought he groaned until he realized it sounded nothing like him. “Oh fuck, I’m so sorry.” His vision adjusts to the night as the person clambers off of him “Uh… thank you for breaking my fall sir.” They pat his chest plate as they kneel beside him. The voice is familiar, too familiar.

He sits up and his heart skips a beat in his chest when he gets sight of the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, he gets sight of you. He can’t say anything, he’s frozen and stiff in his spot. You died, you were supposed to be dead “Where am I?” You asked not noticing the way his eyes scan over you because you’re too busy staring at your glitching watch.

“Brooklyn.” He choked out rubbed his head just watching you and you snorted rolling your eyes “Thank you, Captain Obvious, I know what the hell Brooklyn looks li…”The words die on your tongue when you finally take in your surroundings. Things looked different, darker and scarier. You rise to your feet scanning over the area “Fuck.” You start hitting your watch trying to get it to work.

He carefully tries to find the words, he wants to say everything he didn’t say but what comes out is “What the hell are you wearing?” You scoff looking down at your spider suit before finally looking at him fully and before you can mention what he said you realize how similar he looks to the picture Gwen had gave you.

“You Miles Morales?” You asked and he hates that it pains that you don’t know him “Yeah.”

You pull it out the photo quickly stopping over to him, he almost flinched when you crouch down beside him and grab his face. He’s nuzzled into your warm touch that he had so desperately missed but you don’t seem to notice as you hold the photo next to him. ‘I love you’ he wants to say now that he’s seeing you this close as You look between the photo and him, you can immediately notice a difference.

His dark eyes, the bags underneath them, the braids and suddenly you become aware of the prowler symbol on his chest and you huffed dropping your hand from his face. “You wouldn’t happen to know a Gwen Stacy, would you?”

He gulped missing your skin pressed against his “That blonde bitch from 3rd period? Yeah, I know that big mouth.” He rolled his eyes at the thought of the girl “Are you dating?” You ask in a hopeful tone and he scoffed “Hell no.” You would’ve know that because you hated Gwen Stacy, you thought she was a bitch.

You groaned sitting back fully realizing that this wasn’t the Miles you were looking for, you look down at your watch again as it finally stopped glitching for a moment.

Earth-42.

You stare at it for a few moments like it’ll change but it doesn’t, you can admit this was fully on you. You shouldn’t have been trying to mess with the watch, Hobie had always been better at this kind of thing. You wanted to help your friend and look what you get for it.

Miles stares at you and finally he whispered “Y/N?” It’s then you noticed his glossy eyes “You know my name?” You muttered and he chuckled “I know a lot more than your name.” It’s then he’s digging into his pocket pulling out his wallet and he flips it open holding it out to you. You grab it staring at the picture… it’s you and him. Your arms wrapped around him, your hands cupping his face pressing a kiss to his cheek as he clearly tries to pull away.

“You’re… gone.” He muttered because saying the word dead out loud felt a little too real but you didn’t need for him to say it to understand.

“Oh…” Is all you say because this was bad, you were dead in this universe. You had to get back home before Miguel figured out you were gone. You had heard Miguel tell his story a thousand times and you didn’t want any of this to end up like that.

“I’m sorry.” You push the wallet back in his hand as he looked at you with hopeful eyes “I’m not her.” You clear your throat rising to your feet “I mean I am her but I’m not your her.” You tried to tell him “I don’t belong here, I have to leave.”

He should’ve asked more questions but he feared learning more would make it feel like you were dying all over again. So he nodded slowly, he supposed it wasn’t the worst thing. He got to see you one more time, that should be enough. He wanted it to be enough.

He forces a laugh “Yeah, no I get it.” He brushed it off finally rising to his feet. “Can I just…” Miles felt vulnerable in that moment as he stared at you. It took you a moment to realize what he was too afraid to ask for…he wanted a hug. He didn’t want to say it but he looked in dire need of it, you took a breath before opening your arms.

Miles hesitates for a moment like he’s afraid to open up but he lets himself because it’s you, his girl even if it ain’t really you. He hugs you so tightly you stumble back, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist like he’s afraid, you’ll slip away. He closes his eyes nuzzling his face in your neck and in that moment it feels like it used to be. Just you and him.

He used to complain about how you weaseled your way into his life but now he’s wishing you had never left.

You even rubbed his back just like you use to. It was like that for a moment, you comforting him and he thinks that this is the first time he let someone hug him since you died.

“I- uh.” You feel guilty for interrupting a moment that is so crucial to him “I need to go.” He pulls back quickly like he wasn’t just holding onto you for dear life. He looks calmer though, he feels better though there still feels like there’s something missing and he knows that it’s you.

“Yeah, uh be careful out there mami.” and I love you, I’m sorry for not being able to protect you He thinks but Miles doesn’t say it what he says is “For me.” You nod beginning to tap on your watch, it seems to start working besides the few glitches but as the portal begins to open, Miles stands behind you just watching you leave like you had done before.

The portal opens fully and you take a step forward but before you can the portal began to glitch heavily. Something’s wrong. Your eyes widen as the colors take form of a different shapes. “Is that supposed to happen!?” Miles shouted shielding his eyes from the bright light.

“No!” You shout frantically clicking buttons on your watch but it’s messing up blinking on and off. “It’s fried.” You mutter to no one in particular staring up at the portal that begins to glitch harder before it close sending a wave through the air, Miles is quick pulling you back away from the flash causing both of you to fall back. You leaned against his chest staring at the massive amount of apartments and streets now without light.

“Do you think that’s my fault?” You asked with a nervous smile looking at Miles who chuckled shaking his head at you. You look down at your watch that won’t turn on, you groan “What’s happening?” He asked as he watches you become more panicked your breathing picking up as the nervousness rises to your chest. Your chest starts to hurt but Miles recognizes the signs. It used to happen to you…well, the other you all the time when you got overwhelmed.

He placed his hand on your back rubbing “Hey, hey listen to me.” He talked softly to calm you “It’s fine.” he promised “We’re going to figure it out.” He rubbed your back till you calmed just like you had done to him.

“What the hell am I going to do?” You huff burying your face in your hands, you didn’t have any of your gadgets to fix the watch or anything. You actually didn’t have any gadgets at all. You think of something like a lightbulb lighting over your head, you raise it looking at Miles.

“Did you make that suit yourself?” You asked and he looks down before shaking his head “Actually me and you did…with Aaron’s help.” He chuckled at the memory as you shifted on your knees excitedly “Do you have a lair?”

“A lair? What you mean a lair?” His eyebrows furrowed at your words “Like a place where you get ready, where you have your gadgets and things?”

“Oh, yeah that’s Aaron’s place.”

You grabbed his shoulders “Take me there?” He’s hesitant, despite the fact that you look like his girl, you had made it very clear that you weren’t. He didn’t know if he could trust you. “Look ma, I-“

“Please! All I need is some things and I’ll be out your perfectly braided hair!” You begged giving him your best puppy dog eyes and he couldn’t help but wonder how you knew that trick would work on him. He felt his resolve crumbling “We could help each other.”

His eyebrow raised “How?”

“Well I happen to be a super cool superhero where I’m from.” You sit up straight with a smile but he doesn’t look impressed and you sigh “Look, I know you’re one of the bad guys but if a variant of me loved you, you couldn’t have been all that bad. I’m awfully sensitive in every universe.” You joked nudging him and he couldn’t help but laugh too. “I just need to get home or something bad could happen and maybe if you help then it’ll happen way faster plus… maybe I can help you with your mourning process.”

“I ain’t mourning.” He lied brushing your hand off his shoulders, mourning would require for him to acknowledge the fact that you weren’t just gone, you were dead. “Fine.. I can help you through your ‘not’ mourning process.” He doesn’t respond rising to his feet, your eyes watching his every move before he looked at you and he couldn’t deny your beautiful eyes so he sighs reaching out his hand.

“You gonna explain to me where you came from if I take you?” He asked and you smile that same smile that had won his heart “I’ll tell you all about it.” You grab his hand letting him pull you up.

His face is close to yours as he stares at you for a moment. “You’re still so beautiful.” It’s a whisper and it breaks your heart. You let out a shaky laugh bringing him back to the reality of it all. “I’m sorry I-“

“It’s okay.” You promise, your hand on his chest “It’s okay”

“Let’s go, ma. It’s getting late. You can tell me where you came from on the way there.”