Reader knows how to bake and always gives Miles a new type of treat when she sees him 🥹
Synopsis: You bake your way into Miles’ heart.
Now playing: Shirt // SZA, Sure Thing // Miguel, Ditto // New Jeans
Warnings: None! Something short and nice while i get my schedule together.
A/N: sorry i havent been posting, i started junior year of highschool last week d(･∀･)b. Im trying to empty out my reqs rn but after that I’ll try and upload once or twice a week. This isnt exactly like the request but along the lines of it.
Your hallway-crush on Miles Morales was slowly but surely turning into something more. You don’t have any classes with him, but seeing him around during switching periods was honestly enough for you. But your friends told you to make a move, so you are. Just, in a different approach. Which is from a distance.
“Psst- Ganke!” You call out to Miles’ bestfriend in the middle of psychology. He looked up at you with a confused look, raising his eyebrow at you.
“I need a favor from you-“
“Ms. L/N the lesson is up here.” Your teacher interrupted you with a pointed look, gesturing towards the board.
“Sorry Ms. Green,” You apologized quickly, ducking your head down from embarrassment before looking back up to Ganke. “Meet me after class.”
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“So whats this favor you need so bad?” Ganke asked walking beside you to your next class. Somehow you had the exact same schedule as Miles’ bestfriend, you just thought of it as the universe making fun of you.
“I need you to give this to Miles.” You grab a pink container out of your backpack and hand it to Ganke, looking at the ground sheepishly.
“Uhh, ok? Oh he’s right there!” He pointed to Miles putting his books away in his locker. “You can give it to him now!” He smiled and placed a hand on your lower back to push you forward. “A little note, too? Looks like you got a crush on my bestfriend.”
“What?! No- Ganke if you dont let me go-“
“Whats going on?”
A deep voice from in front of you makes you stop struggling against Ganke and look up, eyes widening at the sight of Miles standing in front of you. “Man, Ganke this ya girl?” He chuckles softly, wrapping his arm around you and smiling that so, so sexy smile of his. “Hey, pretty ma. I’m Miles.”
“Miles can you stop acting lightskin for like, 5 seconds?” Ganke rolled his eyes at his friend and hands him the pink container from earlier and crosses his arms.
“This is my friend Y/n, she wanted me to give this to you.”
You cringe slightly at that, shyly looking up at Miles as he grabs the container and raises an eyebrow at you. He opens the container and smiles softly at the chocolate chip cookies that reveal themselves. He opened the note you’d written the night before and chuckles.
“You did all this for me?”
“I mean- yea. I wasn’t really expecting to give it to you in person but this is ok too I guess.” You ramble out, looking everywhere but in Miles’ direction.
“Thats nice of you, let me walk you to class.” He said, placing a hand on your lower back and guiding you through the hallway. You reached your class and start to walk away from Miles but he turned you toward him before you could leave.
“The note, did you mean it?” He asks with a look of hope in his eyes.
“Every word.” You whisper out breathlessly.
Miles smiles at you, and leans down to kiss your cheek. “I’ll see you after school.”
Are we gonna talk about how the tumblr spiderman fans are becoming a bunch of cry-baby, ass-kissing, chronically online, lowkey racist, annoying ass kids, orrr we just gonna keep on ignoring it lmao
Lowkey don't even wanna write anymore cause of the way everyone hide behind anon and fuss about anything and everything.
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I USUALLY WRITE X FEMALE BLACK READERS! IF GENDER OR RACE IS NOT SPECIFIED IT WILL BE WRITTEN AS SUCH
I WILL WRITE:
Fluff
Angst
Hurt/ No comfort
Hurt/ Comfort
Suggestive content
Sibling fics
Parent fics
Certain AU’s
Minor Violence
Love Triangles
Cheating (+ getting caught or not)
I WILL NOT WRITE:
Rape, Pedophilia, or Zoophiles
Incest or Step-Cest
Suggestive content about anyone under 16/ Smut in general
Racism
Yandere Characters
Gore
If you used the ask box to make a request and I have not made whatever you asked, please do not pester me about it. I am either getting to it or I am not writing it at all.
Yea, I said it // Rhianna, Astrothunder // Travis Scott, Slow Motion // Don Toliver
Warnings: Cussing, BLACK reader, aave (Ik its in like every fic i write but its how i talk dont come for me), partying, bumping n grinding on the dance floor oooo, Mentions of drinking, Use of n-word
Not rlly warnings/ A.N: Mentions of Gwendolyn Stacy🙄, the dancing scene popped up in my head after listening to the linked song on repeat so ofc i wrote about it!!, Just a lil sumn sumn before i close off this lil series
“Oh my GOD Miles just shut the fuck up! I dont care if you and that bitch Gwen got something goin on because you’re not my nigga! Everyones right. Im not gon trip over you and whatever hoes you might have because obviously- this ain’ gon work. I’m over here stressing over finding a new roommate, I’m not gonna stress over someones who’s not my nigga, too.” You scream, staring at Miles as he stood in your doorway, both of you breathing heavily from raising your voices. You shook your head as you slam the door in his face, making sure to give him a pointed look before it shut.
You sigh at the memory of you and Miles’ fight from two days prior. He hadn’t come back to talk to you, and that only made you feel worse for slamming the door in his face like that. But it was true. You two weren’t dating, so you wouldn’t think it over too much. Hence why you were at a some 90’s themed party with your friend right now.
(“You need to bring someone home! Forget about Mr. Lame out there. Have some fun!”
“Girl what? I’m not even thinking bout boys right now.”)
“I’m gonna go get us some drinks! Remember what I said- let loose!”
You nod your head at her, nodding your head to the sound of Travis Scott bouncing off the walls. Which, wasn’t very 90’s, but as long as you were dressed up did it really matter?
You start walking to see where your friend went, but got stopped by someone grabbing your waist. You whip your head around to see who had the guts to touch you like that, and was met with a random guy you’ve seen around school. ‘Kinda cute.’
“Wanna dance, baby?”
You cringe inwardly at the nickname, being so used to Miles saying it to you. ‘You’re literally here to forget about him. One dance won’t hurt!’
Your friend comes back as soon as he starts tugging you away, you shrug at her as she gives you a questioning look.
You both move to the make-shift dance floor as Let’s chill by Guy starts playing. His hands on your hips as you sway your bodies to the music. You were getting really into the song, you were caught by surprise when you look up and see none other than Miles, staring at you two from across the room like he wanted to kill the guy behind you. You roll your eyes, continuing to dance on the boy behind you, when you felt him get pushed off you suddenly. You whip your head around for the second time tonight to see Miles and the guy almost chest to chest.
“Dude what the fuck?!” The guy yelled over the music, looking up at Miles with furrowed brows.
“Hands off my girl.” Miles quipped, looking down at the man with a mean look on his face, making the guy quickly back off.
“You’re crazy.” The boy huffed out, putting his hands up in surrender, quick to run off into the crowd.
Miles turned to look at you, grabbing your hips and pulling you close with a smirk.
“Miles, what the fuck.”
“Hey, Moss. I missed you.” He said, trying to lean in for a kiss, but you put a finger over his mouth.
“You dont get to ‘Hey, Moss,” me right now. Is that a durag on your head? Who the fuck did your hair?” You question rapidly, pushing his hands off you.
“Chill, baby,” he whispered in your ear, placing his hands back on your hips, and kissing down your neck. “My homegirl did them yesterday.”
“I don’t like that.”
“I knew you wouldn’t. Thats why I did it.” He smirked, spinning you around to hold you from behind. ‘Typical.’
“Y’know ma I like this style on you. You really turning me on right now.” He grabbed your hips and moved them along with his, dancing to the song currently playing.
“Don’t think you can make me forget about you and Gwen.”
He sighed in your ear, throwing his head back as he grinds into you. “I already told you baby, it wasn’t like that. She had a thing for me, and I fucked up by not putting her in her place. You know I only want you, ma.”
“No. I don’t know, Miles. You out here letting girls touch on you and do your hair ‘n shit. And that’s making this very hard to believe.” You spat, glaring at no one in particular.
“You’re so sexy when you mad, ma.”
You stay silent at that, slowly bringing one hand up to wrap around the back of Miles’ neck, and putting the other hand over his, which stayed on your hip.
“So do you forgive me baby?” He muttered, rubbing his thumb over your jean skirt.
“Why would I forgive you if we’re not even together?” You counter, tilting your head to the side.
“Oh it’s like that?” He raised a brow, mouthing over your neck.
“Yup.”
“Lets make it official then, yea? Let me be yours. And you can be mine. Just mine.”
“You’d better to tell your ‘homegirl’ to keep her hands out ya hair if I say yes.”
“When you say yes. Y’know you can’t act like this forever.” He turned you back around and smirked down at you, making your tummy fill with butterflies.
“Forget you.” You kiss your teeth, looking away from him as he spreads a hand over your ass cheek.
“Nah. I know you want me, too. Así que dime, Moss. Whats up with you?” (so tell me)
“Ok, ok. Yea.” You sigh, pressing yourself against Miles, hugging his middle and resting your head against his chest.
“What was that baby?” He said smugly, rubbing his hands up and down your sides.
I don’t get the “clogging tags” thing.. Y’all realize talkin smack bout someone “using tags wrong” makes you look like the bitch right? Talm bout some “abusing tags” and “abusing the system” GROW UP!!!
Idk why this is becoming a thing in the sv fandom but yall need to take a break from your screens if you get hot over someone using tags to reach more people (what theyre literally supposed to be used for.) Dont care? Scroll. Don’t try to dictate what ppl write under whatever tag.
Like did the tumblr gods appear in your musty ass room and personally tell you we couldn’t use these tags??? You just look goofy fr.
And if you got a problem we can solve it cause some of yall getting way too bold. Argue with ya mama idc idc
I draw too btw lol, i need a name and ofc my insta followers delivered but i cant choose!! ps: it was my first time drawing a braided hairstyle ts is NOT for the weak!!!
The aftermath of Meadow revealing your secret/ a backstory
Word count: 2.5K (lord)
Now playing: you know wassup // kehlani, angel // pinkpantheress
Warnings: Reader is Black, this is pretty tame, cursing, weed in one part, Y/n / Ynnie is used, Fighting but it’s just described😸
Not rlly warnings: The flashbacks and what we tell the class isn’t exactly the same, just the more detailed version. Gwen is black in this universe just becuz, no superheroes or villains just a reg earth, college drama oooo, Reader was a goody two shoes before meeting Miles (Like… not knowing was weed looks like goody two shoes),
“So you guys are dating!!” Someone in the crowd shouted, everyone agreeing with them.
“Actually,” you said smiling, making your way over to Miles and Meadow. “We’re married. Since last year.” You finished, untucking a necklace from your shirt to reveal a ring on a necklace, making everyone go crazier.
“Dont even think about startin’ all that yappin’! Its time for class so get your butts to your seats. Quickly!” Miles shouted making everyone complain as they made their way into their respective classrooms. You shook your head making grabby hands to your daughter.
“Meymey stop being a daddy’s girl and come back to mommy! I miss you already!” You fake cried, pouting as Meadow laughed at you.
“Papá! Isn’t mommy being silly?”
Miles smirked down at you, quick to agree with the baby. “Yup, she is. You had her all day its my turn.” He stuck his tongue out at you, scurrying into his room before letting you talk, making you chuckle.
You go back into the classroom, sighing deeply when you see all your students looking at you expectantly.
“What?” You say, deeply confused as to what they want from you now.
“Sooo, you’re not gonna tell us how you guys met??” One of your students replied with a wide smile on his face.
“Uhm.. no?” You chuckled shaking your head. “Why would I tell you that?”
“You owe us for lying to everyone for the whole schoolyear!!”
“Yea!”
“Pleaseeee Ms.y/n! Or should we call you Mrs. Morales?”
Once again, a round of ‘ooo’s go around the classroom, but this time directed at you.
“Alright alright I’ll tell you guys, and no you don’t get to call me Mrs. Morales. What’s wrong with y’all..” You mutter the last part to yourself, dreading telling your kids how you met your husband.
—
“You gotta be kidding me…” You whisper to yourself, looking at your new roommates. Your dorm situation had been all over the place the whole semester, resulting in you having to room off campus with what looked like the meanest man you’ve ever seen, and the nicest girl ever.
“Your rooms over there, kitchens over there, oh!— me and you share a bathroom, hope you don’t mind! My room is right there if you need something! Or if you wanna hang out I don’t mind.” The girl, Gwendolyn if you remembered correctly, smiled brightly at you. The tall boy next to her nodded his head at you both and went to his room.
“What’s his deal?” You question, trying to peak into his room. You didn’t see anything but purple walls before he closed the door though.
“Ah, that’s Miles. He’s nice once to get him, don’t worry! Super cute though, don’t you think?” She smirked, bumping shoulders with you.
“Yea… I guess so.”
—
“So you guys were roommates? That’s so boringgg.” Someone in the back whined.
“If it’s so boring then I don’t need to finish my story, right?” You laugh, stretching back in your desk chair.
“Bro why the fuck did you say that?”
“Dont listen to this idiot, Miss!”
“What did Gwendolyn look like?”
You stop to think about the question, trying to remember since it’s been a couple years since you’ve seen her.
“She.. was a little taller than me. Really pretty girl, big eyes, and she had a gap I think. And she had all types of piercings, and she always got her hair done in the color blonde with pink ends for some reason.”
“So she black?”
“Yea, but she’s from the country part of new york pretty sure. Anyways let me continue..”
—
You and Gwen had become good friends over time. You learned some new, albeit boring, things about her.
You couldn’t say the same for Miles though. You never really talked to him after you realized you weren’t gonna get past a quiet nod in your direction. But even then, you found yourself liking his coy personality. You wanted to learn new things about him, even if it was boring. Only thing you learned about him was that he was also studying to get an Education Degree.
You made your way back home after a long day at school, ready to shower and fall face first into your bed. Unlocking the door, you chuck your bag on the entryway table, ignoring how Miles stared at you with a confused look on his face.
You were right by your door when Gwen called your name running up to you.
God you loved the girl but damn can you live?
“Ynnieee, how was classes?” She asked, twirling her blonde and pink braids with a finger.
“They was aight, I’m tired as hell.” You groan, rubbing your eyes.
“Oh well before you go! Theres this thing I’m going to next Saturday. Come with me?” She looked down at you expectantly. You found yourself fighting against the voice in your head. Part of you wants to say no and sleep for days, but the other part sees this as an opportunity to get out the apartment for something outside of school for once.
“Alright. I’ll go. Now leave me alone I wanna sleep forever.” You say, rushing into your room to shower and lay down. You’d felt a little bad for rushing away like that, but your shower was more important to you in the moment. And you didn’t see how Gwen reacted to your slight attitude, eyes squinting at your door hard enough to burn a hole through it.
Your shower and nap worked wonders. You woke up at around 2 in the morning, not healthy at all but aye, a good nap is a good nap. You sit up in your bed, feeling way better than you had when you got home. Feeling a little thirsty, you make your way to the kitchen, deciding to eat some noodles for dinner too.
“Why you up so late?” You heard a gruff voice behind you, making you almost jump out your skin. You whip around to see who was talking to you, and it was none other than your mysterious roommate Miles.
“Miles, what the fuck?” You whisper scream, putting your bowl of microwave noodles down.
“You ain’t answer my question, ma.” He smirked at your annoyed tone, leaning his back against the counter across from you. You roll your eyes, ignoring how the nickname made you feel.
“I just woke up and i’m hungry, obviously,” you said, gesturing to your noodles. “Why are you up, Mr. Morales?”
“Can’t sleep.” He sighed deeply, looking down at you like he wanted to ask something.
“What?” You said softly, slurping on some noodles as you look back at Miles.
“Nun.. just, wanna hang out in my room?”
“Uhh sure..”
“Your rooms so clean..” You say, analyzing the things around you. Movie posters and artwork that seems to be Miles’ are strung around the deep purple walls. Not a speck of dust on any of his things, only thing slightly messy was his bed. Probably from tossing and turning while trying to fall asleep.
“Are you saying you thought I lived like a pig?” He laughed at you, sitting on the edge of his bed, pulling a folding tray close to him.
You shrugged, slurping up more noodles while standing. You didn’t really know what to do with yourself, this being the first time you actually talked to Miles.
“Why you still standing up? C’mon,” He beckoned you to sit next to him, taking a shoebox from under his bed. “You ever smoke a blunt before?”
—
“So you guys played games and talked till you fell asleep?”
“Yup! Don’t tell him I told you this but, he sucks at Mortal Kombat.”
—
“…Huh?”
This earned you a confused look from Miles.
“A blunt. A joint. Doja.”
You furrow your eyebrows.
“Like… the singer?”
“You gotta be kidding me.” He lays back on his bed, laughing at you like his life depended on it. “You telling me you don’t know what weed is?”
“Why didn’t you just say weed in the first place!” You say, hitting him lightly on the thigh.
“Because you’re old enough to know what a blunt is?” He chuckled, sitting back up to open the shoebox and take out some stuff. You watched silently as a he rolled the ‘blunt’ up, staring at him as he brought it up to his lips and lit it up.
“I’ve never seen weed before,” You mutter scooting farther into the bed till you hit the wall. “Why does it look like…”
“Like what?” Miles asked, smiling a little as he waited to see where this was going.
“Nah, you’re gonna make fun of me.”
“I won’t, ma. I promise.” He said turning to look at you as he inhaled and blew the smoke in your face, making you fan it away.
“I was going to say it kinda looks like moss.” You whisper, looking away in embarrassment as Miles guffawed at your cluelessness.
“Man I’m never letting you live that down.” He shook his head with a smirk. You laughed also, heart swelling at the fact that this might happen again, and Miles may start talking to you more.
—
“After that we became good friends yada yada yada. We hung out a lot, and sometimes had sleepovers in each others rooms,” You say as you filed some papers away. “And Gwen didn’t like that.”
“Oh my god did y’all fight?!” A kid in the back exclaimed, bouncing up and down in excitement.
“What? No, I don’t fight people. She did want to fight me though.”
Everyone made a disappointed noise at that, when the door opened with Meadow and Miles looking inside.
“What lies she telling y’all now?” Miles scoffed as Meadow ran into her mother’s arms. He walked up to you and gave you a small peck on your cheek, making the whole class gag.
“First of all, ew. Second of all, Mrs. Morales was telling us about how she didn’t fight Gwen cuz she don’t fight people.”
“Mrs. Morales?” Miles said looking at you as you shook your head and shrugged. “Man she really is lying to yall. She did fight Gwen, whooped her ass for real. And then she handed my ass to me too. I’m getting flashbacks.” He shuddered at the memory.
“Miles!” You shoved his arm, but you were drowned out by the class asking why and what happened.
—
“You gotta be kidding me.” You whisper as you get hit with a strong sense of deja vu. Weeks have passed since the first time you and Miles talked. And you’ve started to catch feelings. But obviously, your sweet little roommate, who wasn’t really sweet or little at all, didn’t like that. Despite her very obvious disliking you and Miles’ blooming relationship, she didn’t do anything to stop you two from becoming more than friends. Until now.
You sigh deeply as watch Gwen all up on Miles, talking his ear off and rubbing in him as they sat on the couch. Miles payed her no mind, scrolling on his phone as he waited for you to come home since he missed you all day. She looked up at you smiling her fake little smile as she rested her head on Miles’ shoulder. “Hey roomie!”
You look at her with a straight face, eyes moving to Miles who’d jumped up to talk to you.
“Ma it’s not what it looks-“
“Ok. I’m going to bed.” Interupting him, you march into your room, slamming the door behind you hoping your roommates would take the hint.
—
“Damnnnn Ms.y/n you got played by Mr. Morales? Tsk, tsk, tsk. Now me personally I would never treat you like that-“
“Dont even start with that foolishness,” Miles rolled his eyes at the kid. “It was a lil misunderstanding thas it. Lemme continue.”
—
But of course. Gwen didn’t.
“Ynnie?” Gwen knocked on the door before she came in. Sitting on the edge of the bed next to you.
“Hm?”
“You seem out of it are you ok..?” She asked quietly, she sounded so… sincere that you almost thought she was being genuine. Almost. But her behavior these past few weeks was enough to not trust her.
She leaned in to whisper in your ear.
“Is it because I got to Miles before you could?”
“Excuse me?” You stare at Gwen with a confused look on your face.
“Y’know. Cause I’m better than you and all that.” She shrugged with a smirk on her face.
—
“And then BAM Ms. y/n was all on her, and I had to come in and separate them, Gwen tried to get me to feel bad for her too. She was like “Miles! Do something!” ‘N I looked at her like “Really?” And she went crying to her room, embarrassing.” He tutted. “When I looked at Ms. y/n she started yelling at me and punching my chest, shoot felt like I was Gwen for a second! I’m sure she had it worse though, cause she moved out two days after. Extra embarrassing.”
“Damnnnn!”
“Ms. y/n you kinda scare me now..”
“Is he lying Miss?”
You hesitated before speaking, “I mean, its a lil dramatic sure but it aint too far off.”
“Damnnnn!”
“You guys are so dramatic. We talked it out after like a week and everything was all good.” You shook your head in disbelief as you pack up your things. Miles’ class ended squeezing into your classroom in the middle of his rendition, but you decided against bothering them and got some work done while playing with Meadow. It was now the end of class and everyone was huddled up on your large carpet, like a bunch of children listening to someone read a book at the library.
“What happened after that, papà?” Meadow questioned, tugging on his pant leg as he leans against the front of your desk.
“Enough from Papà. He’s a bad storyteller,” You said putting on your jacket and grabbing your work bag. “We start dating, graduate college, get engaged, have you- my sweet sweet princess, get married when you were two, and end up here teaching these losers about art and science! The end!
“Yup. The end. Alright c’mon back to class guys,” Miles directed, turning to look back at you before he walked out the door. “Chinese for dinner?”
“Mhm, is that ok with you, MeyMey?” You coo at your daughter as she agrees with you.
—
“Miles?” You whisper, leaning your head on your husbands shoulder as you rub your stomach.
“Whats up, Ma?”
“You think I’ll be any good at this? Teaching the students and the being a mom, I mean.” You sigh, looking up at him.
“You’ll be the best,” He whispered back, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and kissing your forehead. “I’m sure the kids will love you, and I’m sure our daughter will love you even more.”
You chuckled at that, slowly drifting off to sleep as Miles rubs your side gently.
“Daughter?”
“Yea, and something tells me she’s gonna be a daddy’s girl. Can’t wait to spoil my pretty ladies forever.”
“Yea… yea that sounds nice.”
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The moss thing is based on a true story yall, and i’m the victim 😞😭
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