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HEY MUTUALLLL😋

CAN I REQ A E42 MILES FIC WHERE THE READER LIKE CAME TO VISIONS AS A NEW GIRL IN THE MIDDLE OF THE YEAR AND THEY BECAME LIKE BEST FRIENDS BUT THEN THEY BECOME THE BORDERLINE OF BEST FRIENDS OR DATING??!!! (they end up dating duhhh)

i need it bc this is the trope i have for my oc🙏🏽🙏🏽 and I also just think its super cute 🫶🏽

HI MUTUAL! And of course you can!

I hope this will be to your liking and what you pictured :))))

Pairing: 42!Miles Morales x fem!Reader

Content: fluff, slight angst, overall nice feelings (somewhat) enemies to friends to lovers, second person POV, angst if you squint

Warnings: bullying, Miles is a dick to begin, autistic coded character because I’m autistic so shh, school (yes school is a warning), implied shorter then Miles reader, cursing, slight violence (Miles punches a guy, pushing, no blood), protective Miles, slight mutual pining, kissing

Not proofread or edited! I repeat, not proofread or edited!

Story Below the cut ⬇️

Your POV

Moving in the middle of the year will never be a fun thing. Especially if you’re enrolled into a new school in the middle of the year. Which you just so happen to be.

It’s not like you chose this. No, that was all your parents decision. So now, here you were, suffering the consequences of their decision by being subjected to a new wave of bullies, annoying teenagers and mindlessly learning.

That’s what for you here, walking through the new hallways of your new school, keeping tightly to yourself as you pushed through the people, doing your best to keep to yourself and not touch anyone.

But their piercing stares are hard to ignore as people whisper and gossip about the new girl. Which now happened to be you. They’ve probably already created thousands of rumours about you, if you know teenagers.

You walk into the office and see the secretary talking with another student. He had dark brown hair that was braided back into two French braids and was wearing a dark purple hoodie with black pants. He seemed less then pleased to be there. The secretary noticed you enter and gave you a friendly smile.

“Oh hello Miss. L/N! Glad you were able to find your way here. Welcome to our humble school,” she greeted you with an overwhelmingly positive attitude. It made you wonder if she was new because no regular secretary would be this happy with dealing with teenagers every day for eight hours.

You wave awkwardly, glancing back at the boy who was also there. He had a scowl on his sharp features and didn’t seem happy to meet you like the secretary was.

“This is Mr. Morales. He had happily volunteered to help show you around the school for your first day so you don’t get lost,” the secretary laughs. Looking back at this ‘Morales’ guy, he clearly didn’t volunteer and he definitely didn’t do it happily.

“Have a good first day Miss. L/N!” She gives you and the boy a small little push towards the door as the first bell rings, signalling the day beginning and you can see students begin to clear the hallways.

You follow as the boy walks quickly out of the office and you have to jog a couple steps to keep up with his long strides.

“Thanks for showing me around. I’m-“ you start to introduce yourself, thanking him once he stops to wait for you but he cuts you off.

“I’m not doing this for you. I’m doing this because I have to. So don’t talk and let’s just get this over with,” he says, his tone is cold and snappy as he scowls down at you. You falter, huffing in annoyance.

‘Off to a great start Y/N’ you think to yourself bitterly. You’ve been here less then five minutes and someone already hates you. Great. Just great.

“Can I at least know your name. Unless you want me to call you ‘Mr Morales’,” you say back, not sparing to be nice to someone who isn’t nice to you and give him a hard look back. He huffs, clearly annoyed by you.

“Miles,” he answers shortly, not caring that he’s coming off rude and begins walking again. It’s almost like a workout with keeping up with him.

He shows you through the school with very little words, only saying the names of the places before ending off at your first class.

“There. Now don’t talk to me again. If you have questions, go bother someone else,” he says and walks off, leaving you in the middle of the hallway alone.

“Well this day is absolute shit and it’s barely just begun,” you mutter to yourself in annoyance and confusion. It was all so overwhelming and there was nothing you could do about it.

Begrudgingly, you head into your first class, awaiting the judgement, confusion and more overwhelming situations that are likely to come.

- - - Time Skip - - -

It had been a week since you started at the new school in your new town and safe to say, it has been complete shit.

The main bully’s of the school had a field day with having a new victim to pick on. They would laugh at your attempts to defend yourself, which only made it worse.

You had barely seen Miles since your first interaction with him, and you were fine with that. He had been a bit of an asshole to you so it’s not like you were dying to see him again.

Every time you tried to approach him, he glared and walked off without another word to you. It was clear he didn’t want to be friends with you, and you were fine with that. At least that’s what you tried to convince yourself.

However, your week become even worse when you got cornered after school one day by the people who had been tormenting you. And there wasn’t a single person in sight. Just your luck.

They were teasing you, ridiculing you and belittling you, but you weren’t listening. You weren’t saying anything. Just staring ahead, not looking at them. That is, until one of them pushed you.

“I’m talking to you! Listen to me when I talk to you new girl!” One of the older jocks demanded as he pushed you into the lockers. You groaned but refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing you weak.

“Answer me!” He yells again, pushing you again and you tried to fight back. The jock was ready to hit you when a voice interrupted.

“Hey!” A familiar voice calls. You turn your head and see none other then Miles Morales standing there in all his intimidating glory.

“Leave her alone,” Miles demands, pushing the jock away from you and standing in front of you.

“Oh, what’s this. Emo Morales talking. Never though I’d see the day,” the jock teases Miles who just glares at him.

“I said, leave,” Miles demands again and the jock laughs.

“And why should I? What are you going to do?” The jock laughs and you glare at him from behind Miles. Miles looks down for a second, giving the jock a false sense of security and he goes to talk again, but is swiftly cut off by Miles punching him in the jaw.

“That’s what I’m going to do,” he remarks with a smirk. You stifle a laugh at how shocked the jock and his friends looked. It was amusing to you.

The jock slowly looks up with anger and Miles’s eyes widen. “Shit,” he mutters and grabs your hand quickly, running away from you before the jock can get any hits in.

“Yeah you better run Morales! You coward!” The jock yells back and you can’t hold back your laughter anymore as you and Miles hide in an empty classroom.

You both look at each other before both of you burst out in laughter.

“Did you see the look on his face? That was priceless!” You say through laughing.

“I know!” Miles agrees through his own laughter. It’s a moment or two before you finally calm down, still having a wide smile on your faces.

“Thanks for that,” you thank once you stop laughing.

“Don’t mention it,” Miles brushes off. Another moment of silence passes.

“Let’s start over, shall we. Just ignore everything that happened this past week,” you suggest and hold out your hand to him. “I’m Y/N L/N,” you introduce yourself.

“Miles Morales,” he says after a beat, shaking your hand firmly in his. His hands were rough and calloused, yet had a feel of gentleness to them at the same time.

“Sorry for being so mean. I’m not good with people, especially new people,” Miles admits sheepishly, pulling his hand back and rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“It’s fine. I get that. I’m not the best with people either,” you assure and he gives you a small smile.

“So… friends?” Miles asks hesitantly and you nod.

“Friends.” You agree with a smile.

That’s how you created your best friend in this town. The one thing that actually went well during your first few months in the town. And possible your crush. Ok, maybe more then possibly, but it’s not like you could ever tell him. You couldn’t ruin the one friendship you had.

“You going to prom?” Miles asked one day after school near the end of the school year. You had been at the school for a few months now and the thrill of having a new kid died down and now you were just a regular student.

“I don’t know. No one’s asked me. And loud dances aren’t exactly my idea of fun,” you answer back. He nods.

“If someone… were to ask you… would you say yes?” He asks slowly. It makes you wonder what he could possibly be planning.

“That depends who it is,” you shrug.

“Do you like someone?” He asks quietly. You look over at him as you answer, your kind filled with thoughts of just him.

“Yeah… yeah I do,” you answer. Miles looks up at you and you can see a bit of a blush on his cheeks as he looks back down. He clears his throat, looking back up and smiling with his so called ‘rizz’ he likes to tease you with.

You giggle at how silly he looks when he makes that face. To any one else, it would have been intimidating, but to you, it was more funny then scary.

“Y/N…” he says your name and you nod, mimicking his tone.

“Miles…” you repeat but with his name.

“Would you go to prom with me?” He asks hopeful and you feel your heart skip a beat. You glance between him and his lips with a smile.

“I would love to go to prom with you,” you answer happily. He leans forward and gives you a small peck on the lips, just a small one to gauge your reaction, hoping he isn’t ruining something.

You smile and lean forward, connecting your lips to his in a longer kiss. You’ve waited for a while to do that.

He pulls back. You both didn’t need to say anything. Your feelings for each other were clear. Through your longing, loving looks to each other, it said more then your words ever would.

“So… dating?” He asks and you laugh, giving him a quick kiss.

“Dating,” you agree. You’ve never been happier.

Finished :)

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