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Six continents, 15 countries, eight months later; the esteemed Totsuki Culinary Academy feels like it hasn’t changed a bit. It’s familiar in comparison to the places Yukihira Soma’s traveled. But there’s a shift, the Totsuki he left isn’t the same as the one he came back to; Nakiri Erina’s developed something he never imagined.
“I think you like me.” Soma says, turning to her and seeing her sputter, eyes wide as saucers while she stares at him.
“Excuse me?!”
slides my first sorina fic ever posted
hey nerds the resident clown that you didn’t really know existed has finally posted the first chapter of one of her sorina WIPS on ao3 i’ll get to the cursed ff.net site too, just not right away LOL this has been sitting in discord dms with @audsen @royaldragonsevgisi15 @whatermelown and others reading parts of it as i send them chunks of this fic and others randomly out of nowhere but NOW??
NOW IT’S OUT HERE FOR PUBLIC SCRUTINITY. ENJOY I GUESS?!
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Being able to get back up to fight for another day with Gwen at his side was always rewarding. There were times Miles has wanted to hold her tight in his arms for longer than socially acceptable, kiss her bright smile with that cute little tooth gap of hers. Be as confident as she was when it came to physical affection with friends— but that itself was the problem. She was one of his most important friends, a friend he’s been down bad for since the day he met her, down so bad that he needed to keep himself in check.
Miles never expected this to happen, trust. But it’s all good.
~ Ghostflower fluff ~
Just had to write an indulgent little thing based on a fanart I saw, which gave me this idea (I'll link if I can find it). Takes place post-BTSV although I make no direct reference to it apart from Spot being defeated. Post-Miles and Gwen reconciliation and just fluff. It's definitely a scenario I see happen after they start dating and Miles brings Gwen to his room, with a certain mother not being too eager about it.
Warning: None, just making out and fluff (and some teenage embarrassment.)
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“Hey, I have a theory.”
Gwen squeezed Miles’ hand and shifted under his arm to look more directly at him. Miles felt her warm breath on his face and his heartbeat began to pick up.
“Oo.. kay? What’s that?” He had to use all his willpower not to glance down at Gwen’s lips right now, revealing where his thoughts were. As if she could read them, however, Gwen leaned slightly closer and lowered her voice to be just above a whisper.
“How about we make out…”
Heart pounded in Miles’ chest and electricity darted through him. He had not expected Gwen to suggest it this fast… if even at all. They had shared some kisses here and there since they started dating… only about a week ago. It had been shy, inexperienced, short kisses, often interrupted by bad timing on their part, attempted during missions where either Hobie or Pavitr were quick to tease them, and they hadn’t really gotten the opportunity for alone time together after the huge mess of defeating the Spot. Until tonight, that was.
Snuggled together under a blanket on Miles’ bed, watching an action flick on his laptop, Miles couldn't remember a moment he'd felt happier. Or more nervous. The feeling of Gwen leaning against his body, her arm around his torso, the scent of her soft hair against his nose. He hoped she couldn’t somehow hear how loud his heart pounded when they had first settled in the position. If only he knew, it was the same for Gwen. The Spider-girl hoped that Miles somehow couldn’t feel how hard her own heart drummed next to him. Eventually, the two teens had managed to calm their hearts and enjoy the closeness, even if Miles still found it hard to focus entirely on the movie, his head filled with thoughts of wanting to kiss her instead. Gwen herself had seemed invested in the movie, however, and he didn’t want to risk being turned down (how embarrassing would that be?). So Miles had tried to shake the intrusive thoughts out of his head the best he could.
Then, of course, there was his mom in the living room right next to them. In just half an hour, Rio had “coincidentally” come to get something from his room, or offer them something to drink, three times already. The way she’d shot Miles a brief glare through the last of these visits that Gwen hadn’t noticed had made her thoughts clear.
No funny business under my roof.
But now Gwen had turned to look at him with those cerulean eyes, her oh so inviting lips, and offered for them to make out herself. Miles couldn’t possibly imagine how he was supposed to say no.
“....aaand if your mom comes to check on us, I have a feeling our Spider-senses will tell us.”
A chuckle escaped Miles’ lips. He hadn’t thought of that being a possibility. Gwen leaned closer and unlike him, didn’t even try to hide her gaze flickering between his eyes to his lips.
“Heh… you really think that’ll work?” Miles finally faltered and answered her gaze by letting his eyes fall to her lips too.
A soft, adorable laugh from those beautiful lips, followed by a playful shrug of their owner.
“Well… I’m willing to risk it.” Gwen’s voice barely above a whisper now and she closed the gap between them even further.
Miles could barely mumble out a quiet “Me too.” and their lips finally met.
Electricity pulsed through Miles at the contact. He had been amused to find it did those few times they’d kissed. Apparently his powers meant his excitement got to him in strange ways. And with Gwen wasting no time to wrap her arms around his head and pressing herself further against him, the electricity increased tenfold this time. Miles pushed through the nerves to return the kiss and carefully cup her waist while he did so. A soft moan escaped her lips, and Miles thought he would faint at the sound. He tightened his embrace and Gwen answered by opening her mouth, inviting him further in.
Hearts pounded hard in both teenagers’ chests. It was their first time making out, and it sent thrills through them. Gwen let her hand caress at the back of Miles’ neck, another ran through his hair. Miles found some exposed skin at her waist and carefully caressed her there, which earned a shy chuckle from her that made him weak. He felt an urge to push her down onto the bed, inviting them to make out while lying down, but managed to restrain himself, he didn’t dare push his luck. … Not yet anyway. Another quiet moan hummed from Gwen’s lips at one of their brief breaks for air, and they both responded with tightening the embrace even further, their lips carefully, but eagerly meeting again.
A blissful minute of kissing passed before the universe apparently decided that Gwen’s theory required confirmation. The two teens’ eyes flew open while their lips were still connected, a vibration in their heads as the all-too-familiar sensation of ‘Danger!’ gave them a clear message: Time was up. Lips parted with a smack and Gwen nearly jumped backwards from Miles’ lap that she had partly leaned on, Miles likewise jerked backwards in a motion that made him bump the chair by his leg and the laptop fell to the floor with a loud thud.
Smooth, Miles!
A loud knock at the door that Rio could have saved herself as the door swung open while she knocked. Miles’ mom barely hid an irritated expression on her face this time while she peered through, a bowl of chips in her hand, the poorly disguised reason for this particular interruption.
“Miles, my dear, you forgot the chips!”
“Mom! Seriously??”
Rio took in the sight that met her: Miles hurriedly picking the laptop from the floor for some reason, Gwen awkwardly straightening her hair and avoiding her eyes, a clear crimson colour to her cheeks. Haggard breathing told her that both teens were slightly out of breath.
Rio figured her timing had been just right this time.
Miles’ face flushed with embarrassment and irritation (but mostly embarrassment) that welled up inside. Placing the laptop back at the chair, he jumped up to meet his mom, knowing full well his cheeks were likely a darker shade he couldn’t hide from her. Seeing her unimpressed stare, he truly felt she could read perfectly well on his face what had occurred before she came in.
“It sure got quiet in here, huh?” Rio’s eyes daggered as Miles reached her and took the bowl with a forced smile.
“Mom. I told you we’re watching the movie. I was just about to get the chips myself, ha-ha, sorry for forgetting.”
“Uh-huh. I’m sure watching the movie is how your laptop ended on the floor.”
A glance at Gwen with the last words. The teenage girl jolted in her seat and still struggled to meet Miles’ mother’s eyes, her cheeks getting hotter by the second.
“I-I was going to show Miles something and I bumped it, Mrs. Morales. I’m sorry.” she stammered and felt grateful that she at least remembered to use her last name this time. The sight of Rio’s one eyebrow arching at her comment, however, followed by a mocking nod as if she only pretended to believe her, made Gwen quickly decide to not say anymore.
Stop making it worse for yourself, Gwen.
“Y-yeah, so there you have it, mom.” Miles nervously laughed as his heart still hammered in his chest, lingering feelings of the make-out mixed with the embarrassment of nearly having been caught in it doing somersaults in his gut. He moved to slowly close the door, hoping she was at least about to leave them again now that she’d successfully interrupted them… again. Unfortunately, Rio had other plans this time.
“Ah-ah” she said, her hand stopping the door, her stare not faltering one bit.
“I think we’re leaving the door open this time.”
Miles looked for a sign in his mom's expression if she might be joking, that she couldn’t be this concerned he and Gwen were doing god knows what if the door was closed, but he found none. It remained that unwavering, strict stare that he had no choice but to abide. Still, he couldn’t stop himself from further trying.
“Are you kidding, mom?? We are not-”
“Don’t argue with me, Miles. Door. Stays. Open.”
Gwen watched Miles huff himself up from the bed and worried if this might escalate further. She figured it might be needed for her to speak up after all.
“It-it’s okay, Miles. We’ll leave the door open, Mrs. Morales.”
“Well.” Rio said with a satisfied smile, her first one this evening. “Thank you, Gwen.” Gwen braved a small smile back at her, watching as the air went out of Miles while Rio met her smile, then gave her son one last stare, slightly more playful this time as if she felt humoured by Gwen’s support. Rio stepped out again and both teens listened while her footsteps disappeared into the living room nearby, joining Jeff on the couch who, unbeknownst to them, had quietly listened and chuckled under his breath the whole time, more amused at the situation than anything. Not that he was a big fan of his son locking himself in his room with his girlfriend either, but he had known full well he could leave it up to his wife to handle.
“Man… I’m so sorry.” Miles slumped his way back to Gwen and dared himself to take her hand while he sat down. At least the door being open couldn’t stop him from doing that. Gwen shifted towards him with a smile and squeezed his hand back.
“Hey, don’t be… it was kind of my fault.” she said in almost a whisper, not wanting to risk if Rio could hear what they were saying from the living room on top of it.
“I guess it confirmed my theory… kind of.” she giggled, and the warm feeling returned to both their faces as they remembered that tender embrace they’d been in before the interruption. “Yeah…” Miles bit his lip and squeezed her hand further. “It did warn us… we might have been a bit too into or else we'd have stopped quicker?” Their eyes met and both cheeks darkened, for a moment Miles wanted to move in to kiss her again, just a small kiss, open door be damned. But a sudden clearing of a throat from the living room (was that really random or was his mom hearing his thoughts now?) shook them both out of the gaze and they returned to sit shoulder-to-shoulder.
Miles cleared his own throat from his flustered state and bent forward to find where the movie had paused itself on when the laptop had met the floor, and pressed play. Leaning back, he took the opportunity to wrap his arm back around Gwen, returning them to their earlier position, Gwen leaning against his side and head resting against his chin. It was still enough to make Miles’ heart drum in his chest. Sitting like this, the two of them being allowed quiet moments of simply being two teenagers in love, it felt amazing. He absent-mindedly caressed Gwen's arm and hoped she was feeling every bit the same.
“Hey…” Once again, she spoke up from below him and shifted herself to meet his eyes.
“Yeah…?”
Soft lips pressed against his again. A quick, but warm kiss. Gwen let it linger just a little before pulling away, pausing mere inches from him while her nose brushed against his. Miles let his forehead meet hers and bit his lip to avoid a silly grin. Darts of electricity still pulsed through him.
“To be continued…” she whispered, a shy smile on her face before she settled back down against his chest, her right arm wrapped back around his torso.
“Sounds good to me.” Miles murmured and pressed a kiss against her head, trying to direct his attention to the movie and not think too much about the promise of more making out the next time they’d have more privacy. But eventually, the plot of the film managed to grab their attention, and the next time Rio insisted on peeking in, neither her son nor his girlfriend noticed her but were fully engrossed in some exciting aerial battle going on at his laptop.
It was good that they didn’t notice her, they might have thought she wouldn’t approve of the embrace they were in and let go of each other, Rio thought, and she couldn’t help but admit to herself that they did look adorable. Gwen lied halfway on Miles’ chest and her son’s arm wrapped around her shoulder in return, his head rested on the blonde head with that peculiar haircut. Rio was almost about to say how cute they looked out loud and enjoy the funny scene of startling them and embarrassing her son again… intentionally this time, but ultimately Rio thought better of it. She could admit as much that she had bothered them enough for one day, and quietly stepped out again, thinking to herself that she truly did like Gwen and that Miles was dating her… it was just important to establish boundaries within her own home, that was all. And she’d be lying if she thought she didn’t enjoy embarrassing her son… just a little. It was a mother’s job after all.
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The universe always has other plans for Gwen. She wouldn’t be Gwen Stacy if crazy things didn’t keep happening to her. She’s seen it across the multiverse, but s3x drugs was never ever on her bingo card!
In my head, if Gwen is getting angsty and says how much she doesn't deserve Miles, Miles will try to lighten her mood with "You are more than just enough. You are Gwenough."
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“Good, ain’t it? I was in France with Momo-senpai, got her to help me brush up on my baking skills.” He said, obviously proud of himself. Erina pushed his face away from her and coughed, cheeks warm.
“I didn’t say that! Of course, Akanegakubo-san would help you, everyone has a soft spot for you.” She said as she went to get another mont blanc. It was when Erina settled back into her seat that Yukihira took the opportunity to throw his arm behind her onto the couch and ask,
“Everyone including you?”
Erina flinched almost dropping the treat. This man was so bold! Her face lit up in hotter flames,
“Just pour me a cup of tea, you haven’t even done that already!”
With how often he travels, Nakiri Erina didn't expect much from Yukihira Soma for her birthday. He decided to change that this year.
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late post on tumblr as this was for erina’s birthday in March! this took three years for some reason 😭
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If you asked Miles how he thought his first time with Gwen was going to be like, he’d deny ever thinking about it. They’re best friends right now. Truth is, he wanted to sweep her off her feet, take her out on a couple dates and then maybe..maybe they could you know, get intimate.
The universe had other plans, unfortunately!
It’s been a few years after the Spot Incident™️ and Miles and Gwen have been the closest they’ve ever been as friends. But another incident may finally get them to the more than friends territory.
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This is an attempt at horny + comedy + s3x p0ll3n trope (barely tbh I honestly prob will not do it justice the tags are like to be safe but honestly…no one expect anything from me!! it’s mostly gonna be soft !!)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY QUEEN I LOVE YOU AND I MISS YOU AND I WANT YOU TO BE SO HAPPY MWAH YOU DESERVE THE WORLD AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN!!! <3333
HABADU ERINA NAKIRI! I'm sorry I can't do a proper illustration now folks so i hope this will suffice for now while school murders me <33
