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From FCBD2019 Spider-Man/Venom, “Friendly Neighborhood Rivalry!”

Art by Cory Smith, Jay Leisten and David Curiel

Written by Saladin Ahmed and Tom Taylor

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you are the sunflower;

miles morales x reader (a florist au)

word count: 2.6k+

warnings: death? fairly light angst?

taglist: @szakki ,, @connorshero ,, @sergeanttpoliteness

(i sincerely apologize to mobile readers for not putting this under keep reading — it messes up the post format)

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kamala khan and miles morales: “ We’Re JUSt frieNDs”

Also them:

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make me choose: └ @aq2003 asked: Miles Morales or Gwen Stacy

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senses;

miles morales x reader

taglist: @szakki @connorshero @sergeanttpoliteness (dunno why i’m tagging anyone this is so s ho r t)

“you’ll be alright, miles. i’m here.”

“everything is just so… loud.”

“i know. i know, miles.”

the darkness of your room limits the sharp pangs within his head, the ache that peaks whenever as much as a thought forms, a migraine unlike any other. it prevents the bolts and stark white strikes that hit whenever the light hovers above his eyes, forcing him to squint against the artificial, flourescent glow. the quiet brings some comfort, absent of the yells of students in the corridors and blare of traffic, reducing the ringing in his ears.

you have seen this sensitivity on miles before, an unfortunate consequence of his powers. it is like his already heightened senses have become hyper-aware, aware of every beam of light and every whisper, the thoughts in his head like static, loud and indistinguishable.

but he has found that, with you, that increased sensitivity can be healed, repaired to its usual state. he has found that your entwined fingers cure the piercing headache, your heartbeat a sole sound to focus upon, ignoring any other, dialing down the distant creaks of doors and harsh wind battering at the window.

he squirms, his ear to your chest, the regular thump-thump of your heart an odd relief. your thumb brushes his upper arm, a repetitive motion, and miles allows a shaky breath. your touch is like cooling embers of a flame against his skin, miniscule pricks that do not pain, rather surprise, an earnest sort of fear accompanying it.

“what did that feel like?” you murmur, peering beneath lowered lashes to the boy snuggled in your arms.

“warm. r-really warm.”

“anything else?”

“no.”

your smiles grows crooked as you begin to rake your hands through his hair, parting the mess, and his eyes flutter shut, peace ensuing. miles shivers as you press a soft kiss to his temple, angling around. you linger, lips poised beside his head, the sensation imprinted, gaining a ghostly quality as you inch away.

“how about that? what did that feel like?”

“i… i don’t know.”

you hum, faint, before allowing the silence to grasp a steady presence.

he groans, scraping and scratching his head, attempting to recover a stable mindset, one not burdened with the random spikes of pain. “[name], c-can you kiss me?”

“what?” your brows raise, unexpecting. “wh—”

“—please, [name]. please.”

seconds pass before you comply, no longer concerning yourself with the reasoning behind his ask. your first kiss — it is everything you dreamed of it to be. an act of grace, gentle, considered. it is not something you were entirely unprepared for, and clearly neither was he. and you think it is heavenly, yet miles sees it as more — is compelled to see it as more. it turns the blood in his veins to gold. it curses that pounding of his mind, banishes it. it births a connection that is more than skin deep, instead linking the two of you through mind and soul. the kiss is sweet, sickly sweet, and he does not realise it brings tears to his eyes until they roll over the curve of his cheeks, admiring the moment as one admires art displayed in the finest of galleries.

as you both pull away, you voice precisely the same response.

“whoa.”

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Miles Morales (+ 6 fav. quotes)

Anyone can wear the mask. You can wear the mask. If you didn’t know that before, I hope you do now. Cuz I’m Spider-Man. And I’m not the only one. Not by a long shot.

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Ig

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Okay, let’s do this one last time, yeah? For real this time. This is it. My name is Miles Morales. I was bitten by a radioactive spider. And for like two days, I’ve been the one and only Spider-Man. I think you know the rest. I finished my essay. I saved a bunch of people. Got hit by a drone. Did this with my dad. Met my roommate finally. Slapped a sticker where my Dad’s never going to find it. And when I feel alone, like no one understands what I’m going through, I remember my friends who get it. I never thought I’d be able to do any of this stuff. But I can. Anyone can wear the mask. You can wear the mask. If you didn’t know that before, I hope you do now. Cuz I’m Spider-Man. And I’m not the only one. Not by a long shot.

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You’re a Sunflower

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The Mood™

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Okaaay, let’s do this one last time, yeah? For real this time. This is it.

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Wassup?

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you’re a sunflower.

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out of all the peter parkers out there… I’ll die for ps4 peter?? He’s so?? good?? reblog if you agree cuz I feel alone on this one

I mean?? just look at him teaching miles how to fight I love him so much

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Amazing

Pairing; Miles Morales x Reader

Warnings; None

A/n; I bought itsv yesterday, and by yesterday I mean Saturday, and im craving miles lol

I see this spark in you, It’s amazing.

Our family doesn’t run from things.

That’s all it is, a leap of faith.

You can do anything and everything, you just have to believe in yourself.

Their words rushed into his mind at a hundred miles per hour like a clear sense of focus. He was perched on a building, a tall, glass one, looking over the city. He was going to do it, he was going to take his leap of faith, he wasn’t going to run away, he was going to believe in himself, he was going to fulfill his promise.

And finally, He took his leap of faith.

His one on one with kingpin was scary. He knew what he was capable of so when Kingpin brings his fist up he starts thinking of every good thing that happened to him. His tenth birthday when his mom gave him his first sketchbook, his first all A’s report card and how proud his parents were, stumbling into you and finally talking to the girl who stole his heart, doing an art piece with uncle Aaron, and so much more. When he struck down his fist, Miles felt a searing pain throughout his body, one that had him panting for breath.

Get up Spiderman Come on Spiderman

You just have to believe in yourself

He slowly opened his eyes, groaning in pain. He stood up after struggling to do so, Kingpin looking shocked. ‘I’ll always have my family.’ He held his stomach with one hand, the other at his side. 'You ever hear of the shoulder touch?’ He brought his hand up to Kingpins shoulder and tilted his head to the side. In a deep voice he said, 'Hey.’ His venom strike coursed through Kingpin and he got pushed back. Miles caught him with his web and spun him around before launching him up.

After the whole ordeal, he walked the streets of brooklyn. People crowding around him giving him fistbumps and complementing him. Then he saw you amongst the people, clapping your hands together cheering 'Way to go Spiderman’ a cheeky grin on your face. He saluted at you, smiling beneath the mask, and when you saluted back his smile grew. His phone buzzed in his pocket and he brought it out, your name popping up on the screen.

My house?

see you there

He swung away, a smile on his face, waving to the people of brooklyn. He swung to an alley, where he knew no one was watching and quickly changed into his streetwear. He ran the opposite way towards your house and almost stumbled into you.

'Y/n! I, Hey?’ He stood there confused by your narrowed eyes.

You walked closer to him and patted his cheek. 'You’re freaking amazing!’ You wrapped your arms around him, squeezing him, kissing his cheeks feeling them warm under your lips. 'You’re amazing, You’re amazing, You’re amazing!’ You repeated over and over again.

He held your waist, kissing your cheek multiple times like you had done. 'I love you.’ You paused, he hasn’t said that before. 'I know I haven’t said it before. It’s just after everything that happened today, I didn’t know if I was gonna make it out of there. And if I didn’t and I didn’t say that to you, I would’ve never forgiven myself.’

Your thumb softly rubbed against his cocoa skin and smiled at him. 'Oh Miles, I love you too.’ He smiled at you and kissed your cheek once more before looking back and forth between your eyes and lips.

'Is it okay if I- can I kiss you?’ You didn’t answer, instead you pressed your lips against his. His lips tasted sweet, like a warm pastry that just came from the oven. His hands were holding your waist, yours cupping his face. When you pulled apart, your lips tingled at the loss of his lips but twitched upward after seeing the starstruck expression he had. The pad of your thumb softly brushed against his warm skin, a smile painted on your faces.

'You’re amazing.’

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I need to learn how to end these. Send an ask for a prompt bc I wanna start posting. I’m working on a request rn and I’ve got no inspo for it but like I’ll finish it eventually.

I will write for Marvel (itsv included) and The umbrella academy. I do female readers only unfortunately Sorry :/