CONTAINS :: FLUFF ,, MILES’ POV ,, HIDDEN IDENTITIES ,, DAYDREAMING ,, QUESTIONING SEXUALITY ,, MILES YEARNING ,, READER USES THEY/THEM ,, ROMANTIC FIC—MILES IS HEAD OVER HEELS WHILE BEING IN DENIAL ,, SONY ANIMATION MOVIE VER. OF MILES MORALES
WC :: 1,573 ⋆⟢ SONG :: I CAN’T HELP IT BY MJ
IN WHICH, Brooklyn happened to have two Spider-Man’s taking over day and night shifts. For three months, the people have known Miles as the sun-spider while you as the moon-spider, very creative names am I right? Despite working together, Miles can’t help but wonder who’s under moon-spider’s mask. His head racks up possibilities while admiring you from afar.
HIS LIPS MUMBLES THE LYRICS TO ‘I CAN’T HELP IT’ BY MICHAEL JACKSON, THE MELODY BOUNCING IN HIS EARS.
Miles’ hands sketches and glides through the notebook like its second nature; after all, it’s the skill he inherited from his uncle and made it his own. The pencil streaks are precise and rigorous but once looking at the finished sketch, it’s soft and overflowing with affection. Every detail he could grasp from the moon-spider bled into the paper with terrifying accuracy. The amount of times he’s drawn them has surpassed all days in a month. From little doodles, full-fledged drawings, different costumes for them, to headshots, he even thought of doing a mural for moon-spider—just something to show his appreciation to his co-worker. Everybody experiences this whenever they have a friend-crush, right? It’s normal on all accounts, at least that’s what Miles told himself.
Brooklyn’s sun shines its final rays, marching away to wake up the other side of the world. Despite crime sleeping all day, Miles still has his spidersuit in case anything happens. His fingers leave his pencil aside the eraser as he rests his back onto the smooth surface. His newly finished sketch of moon-spider sits pretty on his eyesight, absorbing every detail about them. The Williamsburg Bank Building is his favorite place to sketch and listen to music without any video-game distractions. Specifically, he always sat near the edge where the sunset waves goodbye. A sigh emits through his lips, proud of how this one turned out, yet…
He wonders who spider-moon is.
Miles’ head stops bopping from the music, his mind drifting off to many thoughts, feelings, and questions. His eyes stare at the new artwork as his slow fingers start to flip the pages backwards. Another, another, another, and another was spider-moon in almost every page. So many drawings of them and not a single conversation was held for more than a minute with them. It frustrated him not knowing who’s under the mask, the person that’s been running through his mind. All that Miles knows is that they’re around the same age and that’s it. I mean, that’s a win in his book.
The only interaction the two had was a meeting about how they were gonna manage with two Spider-Man’s in Brooklyn; which landed him the day-job. However, whenever one or the other is in dire need of assistance, their spider-sense would ring and come to the rescue. There’d be an occasional high-five or a fist-bump from time to time, but that’s it. No words exchanged, no ‘hello’ or ‘hi’—nothing. It was nice in a way where it was mutual respect, but he wished he could at least have the balls to say something to them other than freezing up and smiling awkwardly. He wants to hear their soothing voice again, missing the melodies that would come out of their mouth. In the short meeting, they were so nice and had some suave in them; it’s like Uncle Aaron taught them to be calm, smooth, and collected.
So why? Why is it so different when it comes to moon-spider? If it was Gwen, he would’ve already been talking to her by now with flying colors. A quick, cool conversation while beating up bad guys and that's the end of it. Moon-spider shouldn’t be any different, they’re a friend-crush after all. Their reassuring presence is there as another spider-person, but his loneliness only grows with how little he knows of them. It was one of the many times where he wishes his uncle was here to guide him.
His eyes blink back to the sketchbook in his hands, closing the book, and bringing it to his chest. His eyes observe the waking, tiny stars in the sky, having at least an hour or two until spider-moon comes to the scene. Maybe…
“Maybe I’ll join them tonight,” he whispers to himself, taking off his headphones. What could go wrong? He didn’t get much action in the daytime anyways and sure, he may have some homework to do, but that’s besides the point. He gets on his feet, puts his headphones on his neck, grabbing his artistic items, and prepares himself to jump off. He’s still pretty relatively new to this, only three months after getting bit by an annoying spider. Taking a few steps back, he jumps off his favorite building and swings through the many infrastructures. It didn’t take long for him to arrive at his shared dorm room.
Opening the window’s sash and crawling inside like a spider, Miles’ hands are quick to put everything back to where they belong. Looking around, his roommate doesn’t seem to be around. His eyes search to really convince himself that he isn’t here—obviously, he isn’t. His feet halts on the side of the small messy dorm, taking note of the tv screen the dorm provided. Once more, he takes a few steps back, his eyes looking at the door as if he’s anticipating for someone to walk in.
…No one walked in.
Turning his head back to the tv, he puts on his Spider-Man mask.
His arms pretend he’s swinging through his neighborhood, “Hey, spider-moon! What’s up?”
No…Nooo…
Miles’ teeth bite his bottom lip, cringing at himself. He raises his arms again and practices his meeting with them.
“Lovely night, ain’t it?”
Naaahh…Too forward…
“Need some help?”
Sounds nice and not rude, but would they think that I think they’re not capable of their job? Don’t want that.
“Miss your friendly neighborhood hero, Spider-Man?”
What was that? I bet Uncle Aaron is rolling in his grave…
After many attempts to come up with anything, he pushes himself onto the spinning chair. How is he going to even talk to them at this rate? Spinning around in his chair for a bit, he gets on his feet again.
Raising his arms to pretend he’s swinging, “Hey señorita or señor—wait.”
Letting his arms down and sinking into the spinning chair once more, his eyes stare at himself through the tv’s reflection. All this time, Miles has never questioned what their gender is. Whether they’re a girl or a guy or don't identify with anything. His back sinks further into his chair, his previous thoughts snowballing into a bigger ball.
What if they’re a guy and my parents don’t accept him? I mean, if we do get together, would that make me gay? Although, there’s bisexuality… am I bi??? They could be a girl too and I just stay straight… but if they’re a guy—I mean mami and papi don’t want grandkids, right?
He sat there for a few seconds of silence.
What am I thinking, they probably do. Okay, what does this even gotta do with moon-spider? They’re just gonna be my friend.
He runs his hands through his face, a sigh emitting through his teeth.
If we ever get together as friends, will mami and papi accept them into the family? That means they gotta accept me too… but that means I’ll be hiding two secrets now. But what if they’re a girl! Okokok Miles, chill out, you haven’t even met spider-moon yet. But what if… y'know what? As long as I’m happy with them being my friend, that’s all that matters. I’ll just keep it a secret like how I’m keeping this whole Spider-Man thing a secret.
His gaze looks out to the night sky, Miles’ eyes widening at how quick the moon took over. Whipping his head around at the clock’s time—shit. He glances back to the mirror to check himself out, scrutinizing anything that looks out of place.
“Okay, Miles, just do it,” his hands dusts nonexistent particles away from his suit, “no more backing out now.”
His feet do little hops, shaking his hands off and breathing in and out, why was this so hard? They’re just a friend-crush like any other normal platonic friend-crush. He needs to be a mature man about it, he’s Spider-Man. His feet halts to a stop and walks to where his closed window sat. Using his clammy hands, he opens the window’s sash and closes it once he’s outside.
As he was about to unstick from the wall—he couldn’t.
“Ahh sshhhiit…” Miles was so nervous that his body got tense. He tries to unstick from the wall, his feet acting like he has some insane superglue underneath. Miles’ eyes are fixated onto his feet as he decides to use what Peter taught him.
“What do you do to relax?”
Breathing in a good amount of air, his mind wanders off to his favorite song at the moment. Before he could even start singing in his head—
“Everything good, Spider-Man?”
Within seconds, he opens his eyes to find spider-moon standing in front of him. Ohmygod it’s spider-moon…how embarrassing…embarrassing…
“Or maybe I should just call you spider-sun…okay, well, anyways,” they quickly brushed it off, “need help with unsticking?”
Despite his whole face feeling the embarrassed heat, he can’t help but admire them. Their cool suit, the way they’re already offering a hand, their soothing voice, their reassuring presence, just everything about them is so beautiful like the moon. He wants to know more underneath their mask, their dreams, what school they go to, their hobbies, favorite color, favorite food, their birthday, he wants to know. Miles knew that he had to talk to them now—better to not feel regret later.
WITH A SHY GAZE AND A QUIET VOICE, MILES MUTTERS, “YEAH…”
UNEDITED (24/6/26) ,, EDITED (?/?/26)
SUPPORT THIS ONE-SHOT IF YOU WANT IT TO BE A FULL-FLEDGE STORY!!
AUTHOR’S NOTE ★
First one-shot kinda nervous… lmk how I did with Miles’ character, it’s my first time writing him. Sorry if any of the things he did was out of character, I’m open 2 constructive criticism and want to understand his character more! ‘Kay bye, thank you for reading if you made it this far („• ֊ •„)
CONTAINS :: FLUFF ,, MILES’ POV ,, HIDDEN IDENTITIES ,, DAYDREAMING ,, QUESTIONING SEXUALITY ,, MILES YEARNING ,, READER USES THEY/THEM ,, ROMANTIC FIC—MILES IS HEAD OVER HEELS WHILE BEING IN DENIAL ,, SONY ANIMATION MOVIE VER. OF MILES MORALES
WC :: 1,573 ⋆⟢ SONG :: I CAN’T HELP IT BY MJ
IN WHICH, Brooklyn happened to have two Spider-Man’s taking over day and night shifts. For three months, the people have known Miles as the sun-spider while you as the moon-spider, very creative names am I right? Despite working together, Miles can’t help but wonder who’s under moon-spider’s mask. His head racks up possibilities while admiring you from afar.
HIS LIPS MUMBLES THE LYRICS TO ‘I CAN’T HELP IT’ BY MICHAEL JACKSON, THE MELODY BOUNCING IN HIS EARS.
Miles’ hands sketches and glides through the notebook like its second nature; after all, it’s the skill he inherited from his uncle and made it his own. The pencil streaks are precise and rigorous but once looking at the finished sketch, it’s soft and overflowing with affection. Every detail he could grasp from the moon-spider bled into the paper with terrifying accuracy. The amount of times he’s drawn them has surpassed all days in a month. From little doodles, full-fledged drawings, different costumes for them, to headshots, he even thought of doing a mural for moon-spider—just something to show his appreciation to his co-worker. Everybody experiences this whenever they have a friend-crush, right? It’s normal on all accounts, at least that’s what Miles told himself.
Brooklyn’s sun shines its final rays, marching away to wake up the other side of the world. Despite crime sleeping all day, Miles still has his spidersuit in case anything happens. His fingers leave his pencil aside the eraser as he rests his back onto the smooth surface. His newly finished sketch of moon-spider sits pretty on his eyesight, absorbing every detail about them. The Williamsburg Bank Building is his favorite place to sketch and listen to music without any video-game distractions. Specifically, he always sat near the edge where the sunset waves goodbye. A sigh emits through his lips, proud of how this one turned out, yet…
He wonders who spider-moon is.
Miles’ head stops bopping from the music, his mind drifting off to many thoughts, feelings, and questions. His eyes stare at the new artwork as his slow fingers start to flip the pages backwards. Another, another, another, and another was spider-moon in almost every page. So many drawings of them and not a single conversation was held for more than a minute with them. It frustrated him not knowing who’s under the mask, the person that’s been running through his mind. All that Miles knows is that they’re around the same age and that’s it. I mean, that’s a win in his book.
The only interaction the two had was a meeting about how they were gonna manage with two Spider-Man’s in Brooklyn; which landed him the day-job. However, whenever one or the other is in dire need of assistance, their spider-sense would ring and come to the rescue. There’d be an occasional high-five or a fist-bump from time to time, but that’s it. No words exchanged, no ‘hello’ or ‘hi’—nothing. It was nice in a way where it was mutual respect, but he wished he could at least have the balls to say something to them other than freezing up and smiling awkwardly. He wants to hear their soothing voice again, missing the melodies that would come out of their mouth. In the short meeting, they were so nice and had some suave in them; it’s like Uncle Aaron taught them to be calm, smooth, and collected.
So why? Why is it so different when it comes to moon-spider? If it was Gwen, he would’ve already been talking to her by now with flying colors. A quick, cool conversation while beating up bad guys and that's the end of it. Moon-spider shouldn’t be any different, they’re a friend-crush after all. Their reassuring presence is there as another spider-person, but his loneliness only grows with how little he knows of them. It was one of the many times where he wishes his uncle was here to guide him.
His eyes blink back to the sketchbook in his hands, closing the book, and bringing it to his chest. His eyes observe the waking, tiny stars in the sky, having at least an hour or two until spider-moon comes to the scene. Maybe…
“Maybe I’ll join them tonight,” he whispers to himself, taking off his headphones. What could go wrong? He didn’t get much action in the daytime anyways and sure, he may have some homework to do, but that’s besides the point. He gets on his feet, puts his headphones on his neck, grabbing his artistic items, and prepares himself to jump off. He’s still pretty relatively new to this, only three months after getting bit by an annoying spider. Taking a few steps back, he jumps off his favorite building and swings through the many infrastructures. It didn’t take long for him to arrive at his shared dorm room.
Opening the window’s sash and crawling inside like a spider, Miles’ hands are quick to put everything back to where they belong. Looking around, his roommate doesn’t seem to be around. His eyes search to really convince himself that he isn’t here—obviously, he isn’t. His feet halts on the side of the small messy dorm, taking note of the tv screen the dorm provided. Once more, he takes a few steps back, his eyes looking at the door as if he’s anticipating for someone to walk in.
…No one walked in.
Turning his head back to the tv, he puts on his Spider-Man mask.
His arms pretend he’s swinging through his neighborhood, “Hey, spider-moon! What’s up?”
No…Nooo…
Miles’ teeth bite his bottom lip, cringing at himself. He raises his arms again and practices his meeting with them.
“Lovely night, ain’t it?”
Naaahh…Too forward…
“Need some help?”
Sounds nice and not rude, but would they think that I think they’re not capable of their job? Don’t want that.
“Miss your friendly neighborhood hero, Spider-Man?”
What was that? I bet Uncle Aaron is rolling in his grave…
After many attempts to come up with anything, he pushes himself onto the spinning chair. How is he going to even talk to them at this rate? Spinning around in his chair for a bit, he gets on his feet again.
Raising his arms to pretend he’s swinging, “Hey señorita or señor—wait.”
Letting his arms down and sinking into the spinning chair once more, his eyes stare at himself through the tv’s reflection. All this time, Miles has never questioned what their gender is. Whether they’re a girl or a guy or don't identify with anything. His back sinks further into his chair, his previous thoughts snowballing into a bigger ball.
What if they’re a guy and my parents don’t accept him? I mean, if we do get together, would that make me gay? Although, there’s bisexuality… am I bi??? They could be a girl too and I just stay straight… but if they’re a guy—I mean mami and papi don’t want grandkids, right?
He sat there for a few seconds of silence.
What am I thinking, they probably do. Okay, what does this even gotta do with moon-spider? They’re just gonna be my friend.
He runs his hands through his face, a sigh emitting through his teeth.
If we ever get together as friends, will mami and papi accept them into the family? That means they gotta accept me too… but that means I’ll be hiding two secrets now. But what if they’re a girl! Okokok Miles, chill out, you haven’t even met spider-moon yet. But what if… y'know what? As long as I’m happy with them being my friend, that’s all that matters. I’ll just keep it a secret like how I’m keeping this whole Spider-Man thing a secret.
His gaze looks out to the night sky, Miles’ eyes widening at how quick the moon took over. Whipping his head around at the clock’s time—shit. He glances back to the mirror to check himself out, scrutinizing anything that looks out of place.
“Okay, Miles, just do it,” his hands dusts nonexistent particles away from his suit, “no more backing out now.”
His feet do little hops, shaking his hands off and breathing in and out, why was this so hard? They’re just a friend-crush like any other normal platonic friend-crush. He needs to be a mature man about it, he’s Spider-Man. His feet halts to a stop and walks to where his closed window sat. Using his clammy hands, he opens the window’s sash and closes it once he’s outside.
As he was about to unstick from the wall—he couldn’t.
“Ahh sshhhiit…” Miles was so nervous that his body got tense. He tries to unstick from the wall, his feet acting like he has some insane superglue underneath. Miles’ eyes are fixated onto his feet as he decides to use what Peter taught him.
“What do you do to relax?”
Breathing in a good amount of air, his mind wanders off to his favorite song at the moment. Before he could even start singing in his head—
“Everything good, Spider-Man?”
Within seconds, he opens his eyes to find spider-moon standing in front of him. Ohmygod it’s spider-moon…how embarrassing…embarrassing…
“Or maybe I should just call you spider-sun…okay, well, anyways,” they quickly brushed it off, “need help with unsticking?”
Despite his whole face feeling the embarrassed heat, he can’t help but admire them. Their cool suit, the way they’re already offering a hand, their soothing voice, their reassuring presence, just everything about them is so beautiful like the moon. He wants to know more underneath their mask, their dreams, what school they go to, their hobbies, favorite color, favorite food, their birthday, he wants to know. Miles knew that he had to talk to them now—better to not feel regret later.
WITH A SHY GAZE AND A QUIET VOICE, MILES MUTTERS, “YEAH…”
UNEDITED (24/6/26) ,, EDITED (?/?/26)
SUPPORT THIS ONE-SHOT IF YOU WANT IT TO BE A FULL-FLEDGE STORY!!
AUTHOR’S NOTE ★
First one-shot kinda nervous… lmk how I did with Miles’ character, it’s my first time writing him. Sorry if any of the things he did was out of character, I’m open 2 constructive criticism and want to understand his character more! ‘Kay bye, thank you for reading if you made it this far („• ֊ •„)
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