my reader is never finna be running her fingers through her naturally straight hair while bumping taylor swift and iām not sorry ab it. yes she likes nicki minaj and megan the stallion. she has piercings and maybe some tattoos. she has an attitude sometimes and curses when sheās upset. like when do i write her constantly patting her head, popping gum, constantly hating on someone or being angry and saying shit like āaww hell nawā with nails so long that she can barely wipe her ass? NEVERRRRRR! just bc i wrote her in a way thatās not the same as YOU doesnāt mean sheās āstereotypicalā bc if she is then iām a stereotypical black girl too bc i get my nails done and listen to that same music.
i feel like smoking with 1610 miles would be so fucking hilarious he seems like the type to be so overwhelmed abt everything when he realizes he's high. he also gets mad at u if u laugh at him coughing
"yooo why are my eyes red bro?"
"i swear y/n i saw something run across the hallway bru. see this why ion be doing this shit."
"WHY IS MY HEART BEATING FASTER? WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING NIGGA I COULD BE DYING"
Unrelated but Iāve grown to not like this shit no more š Iām irritated so bad ššš so sad at the same time. Itās not fun anymore, you can say Miles is black and here comes a wave of hate from technical mfs who wanna say oh well heās Hispanic too, yāall hate Latinas. Just used that as an example.
Itās so draining. Iāve seen countless other blogs post and anons say they donāt want to express themselves because theyāll get jumped.
Iāve seen other writers criticize how people write characters and story plots, like bro canāt people like what they want ?
I wanna delete this shitt sooo bad but I fw yāall fr.
I feel ostracized too because I express myself and I go there when people wanna be rude. Especially as a black girl weāre seen as inherently aggressive when weāre antagonized first. Iām so sick of the politics bro. Imma cuss you out if youāre rude and I have every right to. Thatās why these people be so comfortable spreading hate cause energy isnāt returned.
cause the way yāall treat black writers on this app aināt shi.. then wonder why everybody is leaving or not posting shi for yāall.
And heavy on being seen as inherently aggressive š¤¦š¾āāļø as soon as you say the slightest thing back now you put right in the ārude black womanā box.
-Mean as hell to the Black girls in her band that were trying to make sure sheās ok, but gives more grace to her cop dad when he does the same
-Snatched Miles away like a dog on a leash all because he was vibing with Margo
The only Black woman Gwen somewhat got along with onscreen was Jessica. But only because she saw this pregnant Black woman as a mammy mother-figure for her upon their first meeting.
Basically the only times we see Gwen befriending Black girls, whether itās Jessica or her band mates, is when she can gain something out of them. The moment they stop providing it is when sheāll drop them
Hobie Headcannons cs some of yāall be treating this man like heās some white goth ngaĀ thatās never had black experiences šš these are js off the top of my head so donāt tweak outā¦ JUH VIBE
Heās most likely Jamaican/British or African/British because heās from the UK
He has had multiple people try to force him into playing basketball at least once because heās 6ā5
āMan, so you telling me you aināt never tried going D1?ā
āNever even played.ā
āNIGGA WHAT?ā
Has gotten his hand popped multiple times from touching his hair while getting it done
āHow many do you have left?ā
āBoy move that damn hand.ā
Gives horrible advice then says ābut I donāt kno, thats just meā
āShe cheated on me bru. Like cheated. Called me ON FACETIME while they was hunchin.ā
āMe personally I would find the guy and start a gas leak in their house while his family is sleeping. But ion kno, thatās just me tho.ā
Played soccer as a kid with a makeshift paper soccer ball
Was one of those kids who were forced to finish their plate before leaving the dinner table so he would sit at the table till the next day playing with his food
Illegally listens to and downloads most of the music he likes
āWanna do a Spotify blend?ā
āYāall use that shi?ā
āwho df are you broā¦ā
Will side eye you till you burst out laughing if you both see something crazy in publicĀ
Sung chi-chi man religiously as a child before he knew what the song meant (iykyk)
Takes pictures of white people with braids or locs
Hobie: Attachment: 1
disgusting creaturesā¦
Hangs trash bags on his doorknobs around the house
Had entire debates as a child with older people at the cookout on why he should be able to eat ribs instead of hotdogs
āThese steaks for the adults, go grab a lil hotdog and a juice.ā
āBut why? Canāt we both eat and enjoy the same things without you having to dehumanize me and view me only as a child without preferences for food?ā
āBoy go get that fuckin hotdog and caprisun get out my face.ā
Had his hairline pushed back astronomically far when he was little (Nigerian boy canon event)
On the other hand he probably never had his hair cut as a kid and started free-forming when he was young (Iām conflicted between both)
Constantly had a smart mouth as a kid (he still does), like CONSTANTLY. Once he got his lips snatched and balled into a fist
Would steal, get caught and say is āit cause Iām black?ā
āYo, were you stealing back there?ā
āWhy bruv? Cause Iām black?ā
āNevermind.ā
Touches hot ass food with his bare hands. Like he will flip pancakes with his hands.
Can literally sleep anywhere.. like anywhere. People in his band have pictures of him hunched over on sinks, sleeping on bathroom floors, in bathtubs with the curtains wrapped around him, on the bus. Anywhere you can think of.
He doesnāt spend much money on birthday gifts or gifts in general. He likes to make things by hand even if he has to spend a few weeks
After his shows he loves to meet people in the crowd, even if they freak out. He isnāt really for the idolizing so he doesnāt know how to express his emotions too much on that.
āOH MY GOD HOBIE!?!ā
āi aint think i was that special but thanks luvā
ā¢ His jacket makes HELLA noise and he doesnāt realize it. Just like if he had beads in his hair.
āimma get bro good this time..ā
āHobie donāt even try to scare me, i hear that big ass jacket thumpin down the hallway.ā
ā¢ The first time he kissed a girl with lip piercings like his, they got caught on each other. They sat there for almost half and hour trying to untangle each other without hurting each other.
ā¢ Heās definitely been called a few different celebrities before, none really looked like him.
āAre you playboi carti?!ā
āBruv.ā
over.
āYour that rockstar dude lancey right?ā
ābruā¦ā
and over.
āyou Opium?ā
āIām starting to feel this is lowkey sterotypicalā¦ā
and over again.
ā¢ When heās in the pit at concerts he looks out for the younger people towards the front to make sure they donāt get thrashed around too hard.
āyou good youngān?ā
āI CANT FEEL MY FACEā
āthatās cool tooā
ā¢ He only really steals from big corporations, not small family owned places. Just out of respect. Even when they say he can take things for free he still pays, maybe a few dollars over budget.
ā¢ He loves collecting trinkets and little things he finds on the streets or backstage. He has multiple spoons, buttons and scrap fabrics laying around
ā¢ When he first learned about capitalism he realized it everywhere, like EVERYWHERE. That boy was pissed.
ā¢ He loves girls who can beat him tf up, like whoop his ass. Or girls who will cuss him tf out. Sometimes you both will be arguing and heāll just sit back and let you go off on him.
anyways yawl thatās it lmk if I should drop some more this was fun asl to make š
black girls embarrass me sometimes bc why are you in the comments of a nb man commenting ādo you like black girlsš„ŗā like have some self respect sister PLEASE
note: inspired by @dojathascammer's yuuji hcs, go check them out !!
characters: earth1610!miles
content: fluff, established gn!relationship, sneaker head miles
words: 0.4k
5. Crocs
Clown him all you want, Miles loves his crocs. He didn't get the hype at first and thought they were ugly until you brought him a pair for his birthday. Not only did you buy him some, but you also brought matching jibbitz. Yeah, he was sold. After that, you could catch wearing them on chill days when crime was less common. Because if he lost his crocs or jibbitz during a fight, the Daily Bugle would finally have a real reason to call him a menace.
4. "Military Black" Jordan 4s
These would be higher up on his list if he didn't think they were a tad boring. Don't get him wrong now! He loves them as much as he loves the other sneakers in his college, but the neutral colors can be a bit bland sometimes. On the plus side, the neutrality allows him to wear these sneakers with literally any outfit without the colors clashing. But would he buy them again? Probably not. Though he might if you keep "borrowing them".
3. Timbs
As a New Yorker, this is a staple part of his wardrobe (paired with the black puffa of course!). You know it's winter when Miles pulls this out of his closet and becomes his staple footwear until the weather hits 65 F. He used to wear these more often until he knocked a criminal out cold because he forgot to take them off before a fight. Now they sit safely in his bookbag until he's finished Spider-Manning.Ā
2. "Bred" Jodan 11s
Now these babies would be number one but they hold less of a significance in his heart. They were the first sneakers he saved up his money to buy and he's only on his second pair. He only wears them for "special occasions" (fancier dates or whatnot), meaning they're usually just used as decoration in his room. He'll let you borrow them, just make sure to put the crease guards on! And try not to scuff them up, otherwise, date night turns into him showing you how to properly clean his sneakers.
1. "Chicago" Jordan 1s
100% his favorite sneakers of all time. They were the first sneakers ever gifted to him, courtesy of Uncle Aaron. He always gets a new pair when he outgrows, ruins, or loses his old pair. And as Spider-Man, lately, he's been losing these the most as he's always wearing them. He probably caught a criminal wearing his sneakers too and chased them down for stealing. Whole time he just accidentally left them on a rooftop somewhere by accident.Ā
ā„ thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed and don't forget that Jesus loves you, to drink water, eat some food, and get some rest :))
Miles Morales x Black Fem Spider-person Reader v Gwen Stacy.
Summary: He saved you and She didnāt want to and maybe she was right because the boy is now yours.
WARNINGS: Fighting, bad words, I think thatās it.
A/n: I was tied!!! Of seeing Miles cheat with Gwen so I took matters into my own hands. This is probably one of the best stories Iāve ever written too so donāt skip. I had so much fun writing this.
For the past 2 years, you've been the one and only Spider-woman. Everyone knows the story by now, bitten by a radioactive spider, and now you spend your time protecting the city. Everything was going great. Or that's what you wanted to believe as you fought Wilson Fisk, a person who is supposed to be behind bars. This Wilson was different - bigger, stronger, he was giving you a run for your money.
"What have they been feeding you at the Raft, Willie?" You quipped as you dodged a punch. "Haha, missed me," you said, landing a punch combo to his jaw.
"You stupid spiders are always in the way," he said, managing to catch you off guard, knocking you back. This fight is definitely gonna take a while.
"Who are you anyway, where's Spider-Man?" Fisk asked, walking menacingly toward you as you lay on the floor to catch a breath.
"I don't get paid enough for this," you said, getting up, squaring up with the large man.
Spider-Man, what are you talking about, Fisk?" You asked the man leaping backwards, dodging all of his hits.
"Enough of this talk, this ends now," Fisk said, running toward you. You charged back, your fist balled, about to strike, but he dodged and caught you by your throat.
"Another spider under my belt," Fisk said, laughing as he squeezed your throat. Gasping for air, you tried your best to break free from his grip, but your vision began to fade out. Your strength left you, and your eyes began to close. All you wanted to do was sleep, but you blinked your eyes again. Maybe you were hallucinating from the lack of oxygen, but a portal with glowing lights appeared, and two other spider personas flew forward, knocking Fisk out. You dropped to the floor, gasping for air, but still fainted in the process.
You probably weren't out for long, but you heard faint voices, a female and a male.
"What do we do, Gwen? We can't just leave her here."
"Miles, what are we supposed to do? We can't take her back to HQ."
You were too weak to actually open your eyes to see who was talking. Too weak to stop them from kidnapping you and taking you to wherever HQ was. You tried to let out a small groan, but it was useless.
"That's exactly what we need to do, Gwen. She needs medical care."
"Ughhh.... Fine, you grab her."
You heard footsteps move towards you, and your body being lifted before you succumbed to the darkness around you again.
āØHQāØ
Your bloodshot eyes shot open as you sat up, feeling around for your mask that wasn't on your face. You heard the fast-paced beeping of a heart monitor, letting you know your heart rate was up as you ripped all the pads off of you, standing ready to leave the room before two people came walking inside. You immediately got in defense mode as you studied them - an older man in a blue suit with a spider on the front, and a younger boy about your age in a black suit, also with a spider on the front.
"Where the fuck am I, and who are you?" you said, pointing.
"Welcome to HQ, Spiderwoman. I'm Spider-Man, and he's Spider-Man. Glad you survived. Miles, I'll leave you to it," the older man in the blue suit said, walking away.
Miles walked closer to you, setting off your spider senses. You closed one of your eyes, moving your head to the side, resting your hand on your head. "Don't come any closer," you said.
You're probably not used to that, but you're like me, it does that sometimes. I'm Miles.
"Yeah, I got that from earlier," you said, flopping back on the hospital cot, still very much in pain.
Miles wasn't in the room when they took off your mask, so this was the first time he saw your face. He scanned every detail of your face, taking in the way your plump lips formed into a natural pout, or maybe that was just because you were in pain. The way your brown eyes sparkled under the bright white light, he couldn't help but be captivated by your gaze. He loved your braids and the way your pink beads rattled every time you moved.
Miles felt something stir in the pit of his stomach the longer he looked at you. Maybe it was just gas from the spicy food he ate earlier, he thought, in denial of the growing attraction he felt for a stranger.
"Well, aren't you gonna tell me your name?" Miles finally mustered the courage to ask.
You turned to face him, the pain momentarily forgotten as you observed his silly smirk. You weren't usually the friendliest person, but there was something about Miles that felt different, something that made you want to open up.
"I'm Y/n," you replied, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips.
Nice to meet you Y/n," Miles said, offering his hand. You looked at it. "I'd shake your hand, but I'm in too much pain right now," you said, causing both of you to laugh. There it was, that fluttering feeling in the pit of Miles' stomach again as he watched a beautiful smile grace your face.
"So, what is this place and why am I here?" you asked Miles, curiosity shining in your eyes. "This is the Spider Society. We brought you here because you were in bad shape from fighting Fisk," Miles explained. You coughed a bit. "Yup, he whooped my ass," you said, making both you and Miles burst into laughter again.
Unbeknownst to the two of you, Gwen stood outside the door, her eyes fixed on the scene unfolding inside. With each word you said to Miles, with each chuckle you elicited from him, the flames of jealousy ignited within her. Unable to bear it any longer, she burst into the room, startling both you and Miles.
"What the fuck? You didn't even have to do all that, shawty," You exclaimed. Miles stood up, a look of surprise on his face. "Gwen, this is Y/n, Spider-woman, the one we helped," he explained, pointing toward you.
"Oh, hi. I'm glad you're okay," Gwen said, her words laced with a hint of insincerity.
This your girl Miles ?" You asked.
"No, no." They both said in unison dragging their o's. It was obvious to you that there was more to the story byĀ the way she busted into the room but that was none of your business.
"Well, it was nice to meet you, Y/n. We should get going," Gwen said, gently tugging Miles towards the door.
Before leaving, Miles tossed you a watch that you effortlessly caught. "Maybe we can see each other again," he said, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. You smiled, watching him walk away.
"Hmmm," you hummed, examining the watch before clasping it onto your wrist. "Maybe we will, Spider-Man."
As Gwen and Miles made their way through the headquarters, Miles couldn't ignore Gwen's evident distress. He studied her face and body language.He called out to her, "Gwen?"
Getting no response, Miles tried a sing-songy voice, calling her name once more. "What, Miles?" she replied, her voice tinged with bitterness.
"I know you're upset. Do you want to talk or not?" Miles asked, genuinely wanting to understand what was bothering her.
"Why don't you go talk to Y/n?"
"Gwen, are you serious? I barely know her, but she's a cool girl," Miles defended, trying to reassure her.
"Oh, she's cool now?" Gwen's tone dripped with sarcasm and doubt.
Miles gently reached for Gwen's hand, stopping her in her tracks, making her face him directly. "Look, Gwen, you don't have to worry about her, okay?" he said softly.
Gwen's expression softened, and she nodded, a flicker of trust returning to her eyes. "Alright, Miles. She said giving him a small punch to the shoulder.
āØThe MissionāØ
You were back in your dimension 2 days post fight with Fisk feeling good as new. You were in bed, examining the watch Miles gave you, when a hologram of a woman appeared, making you scream.
"Oh hey there new recruit, I'm Lyla," she said, waving.
"Hi... Lyla," you said slowly, waving back.
"Sorry to scare you, but the boss needs you at HQ, your first mission... Yayyyy, so suit up," she said before disappearing.
"Uh, okay," you said, slipping into your skintight suit and mask, slapping on your watch, struggling to find out how to get it to work because no one gave you a tutorial. But you managed using your genius brain and stepped through the portal, gracefully landing in a dark room with monitors.
"Great, you're here......Miles!" the man you were familiar with but never got his name called out.
From the shadows, Miles emerged with a smile on his face. "Good to see you again, Mamita," he said.
"Oh, we're using pet names now?" you said, matching his flirty energy.
"That's enough," Miguel said as he stood before you two. "Anomaly in Earth 746, catch it."
"Anomaly?" you questioned.
"I'll tell you all about it later," Miles said, grabbing your hand, opening a portal, and pulling you through.
You dusted off your hands. The mission went well, a little too well, especially for a Goblin mission.
"You're pretty good, Miles."
"You too, Mamita. Gotta say, I doubted you a little after the Fisk fight," he teased.
"Oh, whatever," you said, rolling your eyes, chuckling a bit.
You moved closer to Miles, mere inches between you two, as you ran your fingers along his jawline.
Miles' breath hitched as you touched him, his hazel eyes expressing the tension between you two. There was no denying that Miles was handsome, and you were eager to learn more about him.
"So what dimension are you from, Papa?" you asked playfully, a flirtatious smile gracing your lips.
"1610. Maybe we could go there?" Miles responded, his voice filled with anticipation.
"Take a girl on a date first, Miles," you laughed, teasing him gently.
"No, I didn't mean it like that. I..." Miles stammered, trying to explain himself.
"I would love to see your dimension, Miles," you interrupted, cutting him off.
And so, Miles took you to his dimension.
"This is Brooklyn." Miles said as you two stood atop the Williamsburg Bank building, you marveled at the city below. It was similar to your own home, yet distinctly different. Miles watched in awe as your eyes sparkled at the city, feeling a flutter in his stomach.
"It's beautiful, Miles," you whispered, taking a seat to soak in the view.
He walked forward and sat beside you, his face beaming with joy. You turned towards him, a warm smile on your lips.
"So, what's your story, big head?" you asked, playfully leaning on him.
"My story?" Miles responded, a hint of surprise in his voice.
"You're Spider-Man, Miles. What's your origin?" you asked , curious him.
"You know, regular Spider-Man stuff. I gained my powers and now I fight bad guys," Miles answered, a humble tone in his voice.
"That's not what I meant," you said, giving him a small shove. "What's the real story? I was bitten by a radioactive spider too, two years ago on a field trip to Oscorp. Your world doesn't seem to have Oscorp." You sighed, frustration and sadness mixing in your voice. "I got these crazy powers that I didn't know what to do with, so I decided to keep them a secret and pretend that I was a regular kid."
The weight of your words hung heavy in the air as you choked up, memories flooding back. Miles noticed your distress and perked up. "It's okay, you don't have to share if you don't want to," he said, trying to comfort you.
But something compelled you to open up, to let go of the burden you had been carrying alone for so long. You rested your hand gently on top of his. "I pretended to be some regular kid, and that led to me losing my mom. And from then on, I decided to help everyone else," you finished.
Miles's heart stung as he listened to your story. "I lost someone close to me too, my uncle Aaron. He was shot saving me," he shared, the pain evident in his voice.
A sense of understanding and connection washed over you both. You leaned your head on his shoulder. "See, that's your story, Papa," you said softly, appreciating the bond that formed between you. "You know, Miles, it's so nice to have someone to talk about this stuff with now," you added, gazing at the sun setting on the horizon.
That moment solidified your blooming relationship with Miles. Whenever you had free time, you would pop into his dimension, and vice versa. Now, in your suit, you found yourself in dimension 1610, patiently waiting for Miles to catch up as you swung through the bustling city.
"Keep up, Miles," you teased, a mischievous glint in your eyes as you effortlessly jumped from building to building, landing with grace. The two of you were headed back to his house, where Jeff and Rio, his parents, adored you and had grown fond to your presence after all the time you spent with Miles.
They couldn't wrap their head around the whole different dimension thing and just assumed Miles' imagination had run wild. You two walked through his front door.
"Hey Mama Rio," you greeted Miles' mom.
"Hey Mija."
"Hey Mom," Miles said, hugging his mom before the two of you walked into his room. You two were too caught up in conversation to notice a guest. Gwen. She cleared her throat, making you two snap your attention towards her.
"Gwen, hey," Miles said nervously. "What are you - what are you doing here?"
"I came to see you because I barely see you anymore, but now I know why," Gwen answered.
You snickered a bit, knowing you essentially snatched Miles from Gwen.
"Oh, that's funny?" Gwen asked.
You threw your hands up in surrender, not wanting to get into it with her.
"We were about to watch a movie, order some pizza. You can stay if you want," Miles offered to pacify Gwen, but he was hoping she'd turn it down. He cherished his alone time with you.
"No, it's fine, Miles. I'll leave," Gwen said with a hint of frustration in her voice.
"Uh, okay. Bye," Miles said
"Bye, Gwendolyn," you added, unable to hide the small smirk on your face.
Gwen turned to you and asked, "You know what, can we talk outside, Y/n?"
Rolling your eyes, you agreed, "Sure, why not?" You grabbed Miles' hand, signaling for him to come along.
"Alone," Gwen insisted, her tone unwavering.
"Okay... I'll be back, papa," you said to Miles, giving him a smile and a pat on the cheek.
As you followed Gwen out of the window and onto the roof, you could feel the tension building up. Once you reached a secluded corner, she turned to face you, arms folded.
"What is your problem?" she asked, her voice filled with accusation.
"Girl, what are you talking about?" you answered defensively.
"Miles," she replied, her tone laced with frustration.
"What about him? He's fine, great even," you said, walking closer to her.
"Don't play dumb, Y/n," Gwen snapped.
"What are you getting at, Gwen?" you said, your tone becoming pointed as you grew tired of the conversation.
"He's mine, Y/n, and you're trying to steal him away," her voice filled with possessiveness.
You couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Yours?" you asked, shaking your head. "Gwen, you lost him the day you two saved me."
As the words left your mouth, the truth hung heavy in the air. Gwen had been holding onto her feelings for Miles while pretending everything was okay. But deep down, she knew that the connection between you and Miles was undeniable.
What you didn't see coming was a slap across your face from Gwen, not thinking she was bold enough to do it. The sting of her actions lingered in the air as shock resonated through your entire being. And what Gwen didn't see was Miles, camouflaged and watching you two from a distance. He didn't hear anything you two talked about, but he sure did see the slap.
As the pain subsided, you didn't retaliate. Deep down, you and Gwen both knew that you had won this battle, that Miles was now dedicated to you.
"Why would you do that, Gwen?" You heard a voice behind you, and turned to see Miles standing there, his eyes filled with disappointment.
You watched in satisfaction as Gwen's eyes widened, realizing that she had not only hurt you but also jeopardized her chances with Miles. She had unknowingly made it even easier for you to snatch his affection away from her.
"Miles, I..." Gwen stammered, unable to find the right words to justify her actions.
"Why would you hit her?" Miles asked, his voice filled with a mix of anger and hurt.
"You didn't hear what she said, Miles. She's trying to tear us apart. You were mine," Gwen spewed out, desperately clinging to her fading hopes.
"Yours? I'm not some object, Gwen," Miles retorted, his voice laced with disappointment. "Is that why you brought her outside? To hit her?"
A heavy silence hung in the air as Gwen struggled to find an explanation, her words failing her. The truth had been laid bare, and Miles saw her for who she truly was.
"Save it, Gwen," Miles said, his voice firm. "You just showed me the type of person you really are. I've been pining after you for months, and you always brushed me off. But now, now I have someone who actually likes me back."
With those words, he took your hand, intertwining your fingers with his.
You looked at Gwen, a smug look on your face as you squeezed Miles' hand tighter.
"You don't mean that, Miles."Gwen said.
"Yes, I do," Miles turned to you. "She likes me back, and she's the most caring, sweetest, funniest person in this dimension and every other," Miles said, making you tear up a bit, your lip bottom poking out.
"You're so cute when you do that," Miles said.
Gwen watched as her heart slowly broke. She had played with Miles,but now she had lost the game. She wanted to look away, but she couldn't. She should be the one he said all those things to. The tears pricked her eyes.
"Y/n, will you be my girlfriend?" The words echoed in Gwen's head, the final blow that made her tears roll down her face.
"Of course, I will, papa," you said, jumping on Miles and giving him a tight hug before pulling back and giving him a big kiss, your first one in front of his former crush.
You and Miles turned to Gwen, watching as she continued to cry.
"You should go, Gwen," you said, your heart aching a bit for the girl, but not a lot.
Miles grabbed your hand as the two of you walked off toward the stairwell, leaving Gwen behind.
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