I have a itsv prompt!! So Miles has a crush on this boy and the spiderfam (playfully) teases him about it and helps him grt through it
i love my bisexual son,,,,
(the spiderfam are all staying in an apartment something something portals something something plotholes and SCIENCE)
When Miles walks in, Gwen takes one look at him and immediately asks, “Who is it.”
Miles looks up in surprise. “Who is–who is what?” He points to himself like he’s not sure if she’s actually asking him.
“The person who you have a crush on. Who is it,” Gwen says blandly.
This, of course, causes immediate disturbance in the motley collection of spider-people currently in Peter B’s new apartment. Noir snaps his head around in the direction of Miles fast enough to break his neck, Peni and Ham pop out of a room down the hall, Peter yelps and drops a full coffee carafe (that he was drinking out of, what the hell Peter, use a mug), and Miles flushes a deep crimson and stutters dumbly.
Gwen eyes him beadily.
“Gwen,” Miles hisses through his teeth, cheeks still very red, “I do not have a crush.”
“Yeah you do!” Peni pipes up, poking his cheek. “You just got super blushy!”
Miles pulls his collar up over his face, but Peter materializes in front of him and pulls it back down. Miles takes one look at the guy’s positively shit-eating grin and groans. Peter ignores him, throwing an arm around Miles’ shoulders and pulling the kid into his side.
“Oh? Oh really? You have a crush now, do ya?”
“Peter, get off me, don’t you dare-”
“Okay, wait wait wait, who is it?! Is it someone we know?” Peter says, giving Miles a little shake. Noir bears a surprisingly happy grin on his monochrome face, leaning on the kitchen counter. Ham is perched on the back of the couch, grin decidedly more malicious, and Peni is bouncing around Miles like an excited puppy.
Gwen fixes Miles with a stare that seems totally serious, but a glitter in her eyes suggests amusement. Miles groans. She’s enjoying this just as much as Peter is.
“Answer his question, Miles,” she says. “Is it someone we know?”
“N-no!” Miles stutters, wriggling out from under Peter’s arm. “No, it’s not–he’s not a–”
“He?” Peter says, grin growing even wider. Miles’ eyes go wide before he grabs his hood and pulls it over his head, then yanks the drawstrings to close the hood until his face is no longer visible.
“Ah, come on, bud,” Peter says, laughing and poking the tip of Miles’ nose that sticks out of his hood. “Don’t go all ‘turtle’ on us, we wanna hear about this guy.”
“Ye-es,” Noir says thoughtfully. They had introduced the topic of gay marriage to him a while ago, and while he was still struggling to come to grips with the idea, he was nothing but supportive (possibly because he too was very much Not Straight.) “Is he nice?”
“You guys suck,” Miles moaned into his hood.
“Okay, guys, let’s give him a little space,” Gwen says, finally taking pity on him. “After all, I assume we’ve all had crushes before. We’ve all been there.”
“Yeah,” Peter says, still snickering. “I’ve had this crush on a girl for over 20 years now–”
“You married her, you goof,” Gwen cuts in.
“Yeah, but then we divorced and she went back to being my crush,” Peter says, pulling a face.
“Except you guys are getting back together! So then she’ll be your date!” Peni enthuses, grinning. It’s Peter’s turn to blush, but he’s smiling.
“See, even the most emotionally compromised of all of us can find love,” Gwen says, turning back to Miles, who reluctantly lets go of his drawstrings and lets his face poke out again.
“Noir’s the most emotionally compromised, actually,” Peter points out.
“Am not!”
“You’re tied,” Gwen laughs. “And we’re working on it.
Seriously, Miles, it’s not a huge deal. I like girls and guys. So what if you’re a dude who happens to like dudes? As long as he treats you right, we’ll support you.”
“I like girls too,” Miles mumbles, then takes a breath. “But…thanks. ‘Preciate the support.”
There’s a short pause. Then Ham, who hasn’t spoken the whole time, looks up and asks,
“So have you kissed yet, ooorrr…?”
Miles lets out a strangled scream and flops on the couch, grabbing a pillow and smashing it over his face as laughter once again floods the apartment.
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