#⇝ . 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐮𝐥 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

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𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐲 • 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬

Pairing(s): Miles Morales (Spider-Man e1610)

Sypnosis: your prayers of meeting an angel have been blessed, and in all places was an art gallery

Warning(s): fluff, bits of cursing, platonic through all of it, Miles just being a nervous wreck, reader is implied to be an art kid, spelling mistakes, not proofread, ooc maybe

Word Count: 1.8k

Notes: black fem reader (she/her) pronouns. I saw a tik Tok with some Miles angst and I’m trying to recover from it cause I’m an art kid

Countless days and nights where you would sit in your bedroom. Hoping that one day you’ll be able to find someone who was exactly like you. Well not the same replica, but someone who had shared interests and more than willing to stick out every day so you can spend time with them. Platonic or romantic. You’ll be willing to find someone who wants to spend time with you. Just so you can have some fun in life.

Hence why you were dragged to an art gallery. Your parents saying that it will help bring motivation back to so you can get more ideas for drawings. Even if you had different methods for motivation. Hence your protests of how it might not help, but fell deaf upon the ears of your persistent parents.

The atmosphere was calming to say the least. You could catch a glimpse of some kids who had an uniform. From that Visions academy that you were vaguely familiar with. Both of your parents would try to convince you to give the school a chance since it seemed like it would further your artistic career for the future. Though it was a prestigious school that had requirements that you were unsure of. It caught your parents attention, which you overheard whispers of guessing why there was some wandering around the gallery since it was a weekday. Friday at best.

You didn’t pay mind to them. Taking slow steps around the gallery to view the pieces of art work and figure out what some of them were. Being sure to stay in peripheral of your parents vision so they don’t have to worry about you running off to nowhere.

Stepping into the next room which was darker than the previous room you were in. You were quick to notice another student who had that same uniform from the group from earlier. His gaze was solely focused on the video that was presented, which showed bits of an artists journey through their life. Your gaze shifted from the student to the documentary. Finding it a little boring, you stepped out of the room to the next one which was brighter. Not noticing how he was quick to notice someone moving through the room.

Shoving your hands into your pockets as you view the next works that was in the room. It was pretty spacious so that there can be a lot of people in the room for the artworks. It was also quiet. With the exceptions of muffled voices from distant rooms or the slow paced footsteps of people either entering or exiting the rooms.

Unbeknownst to you, the student from that dim room ended up following you out of the room not so long after. He kept at a distance but would often glance over to you with a mixed look of nervousness and curiosity. His thoughts trying to figure the best way to approach you without seeming like a creep.

It wasn’t long till you felt a small tap on your shoulder. It was gentle almost where it felt like whoever was tapping your shoulder was touching an very fragile item. You turn your head to see who it was. Seeing a boy who was around your height. He had this smile on his face that you could tell he was trying to appear confident, but with his fidgety hands he was nervous.

“Hey.. you come ‘round here often?”

You couldn’t help but smile just a little bit at him. “Not really. Too far from where I live.”

He puts a hand on the back of his neck. Averting his eyes to look at the piece of artwork in front of him. A painting that was a mix of vibrant colors that forms into a person sitting in a chair. Viewing the world that was a blank state of nothingness, but it doesn’t distract from how the space was filled with different knickknacks and doodats to convey how the person was a collector over the years they have experienced.

It was silent for a few moments. An awkward silence that you thought of breaking somehow. Before you could really do anything, you heard the boy speak once more.

“This one’s interesting. Gives off a maximalist vibe.” He would take a few glances to see if you were paying attention to his words, or what your reaction would be to what he was saying.

“Yeah.. all bright and shiny while the world out there is all bland,” You respond a little bit afterwards since you were trying to get your words together. “Like all the things he enjoys are no longer available for him to go back and enjoy.”

He would look back over to the painting for a couple of seconds. Seeing more of what you were implying. He smiles a little as he turns his gaze back over to you.

“I can see that- my names Miles by the way.”

“I’m (Name).”

It was a short introduction but Miles was grateful enough that he didn’t accidentally scare you away. Both of you kept each others names in mind as you now took your turn to make conversation with him. Keeping your steps slow as you two went into the next room. One that was dimly lit with different types of sky lanterns decorated with traditional art from the ceilings. Miles points up to the ceiling almost immediately since it caught his attention quicker than yours.

Miles looks to you as if he was excited to talk to someone about these things. His doe eyes shining despite the low lighting. “These look cool. I heard that they put riddles on them or some portraits.”

You hum softly as you tried to look at the lanterns. Taking a quick glance over to Miles. “You think you can solve some of these?”

“Pff- of course I can! I can solve any riddle.”

“Alright,” You gave him an amused smile before leaning back up and turning a corner. “I’ll hold you on that, Miles.”

Both of you find yourself in a much larger room. One where there was some other people in there. Resting after walking around for so long or standing. Across from the seats there was a documentary playing. It displayed different types of things that ranges from the time-lapse of how society has grown into its modern day stance and various parts of nature that has been explored by the world.

Noticing the quiet atmosphere of the room with the calming music, you and Miles sat down next to each other in the bean bags. You felt comforted by him even though you were talking to him for a short period of time. Making another topic of conversation for the two of you to pass the time since you didn’t want to continue walking around. Miles seem like a nice guy, talking about bits of interests that the two of you liked.

“You do art?” You were the one to ask this question, which you saw that same spark in his eyes once more.

“Yeah, I haven’t been doing it in a while cause I’ve been busy with school.” He shrugs sheepishly. Wishing that he brought his sketchbook during his trip to the art gallery.

“I can imagine,” Nodding to his words as you thought about how much he would he would have to do. “You wanna do that seriously or is it just something to pass the time?”

You can see Miles pause briefly. Making an look that made you think that he was unsure about what he was thinking of.

“..Both? I wanted to do it at first but I took a change y’know? I wanted to study quantum physics.”

That made you pause this time. Interested what he was saying, you spoke up a bit afterwards. “How’s that going for you? Is it stressful?”

Miles shakes his head to deject the stress that any normal high school student would face. “Nah, that shits easy.”

You felt a smile come to you lips. Having the impression that he was confident in his studies. Seeing how he looked a little enthusiastic about studying quantum physics.

“But what about you? You take art seriously or to pass the time.” He parrots the question back at you. Hoping that you had shared interests as he did.

“Uh.. I guess? Just taking art classes from time to time, but I don’t got anything else to really do.” That didn’t answer his question, but left an impression on him that you might be taking it seriously. Or as a part time job. Whichever you prefer.

The conversation was cut short due to an notification coming onto your phone. A message from your mom texting that it’s almost time to leave and maybe grab something to eat since it was technically almost lunch. You gave a quick message back to her before carefully standing up from the bean bag. Stretching your legs as you look back to Miles.

“I gotta head out. Can I get your number?” Still having the phone in your hands, ready to go to another app to save his number.

“Sure!”

Both of you exchange numbers with one another. After that little bit, you wave bye to him while stepping out of the room and back into the ones you were previously in. Remembering which way to go before you found yourself in front of your parents who were looking at one of the paintings near the lower level. While waiting for them to finish thief discussion of what to do for the rest of the day, you quickly noticed an text message from Miles.

Miles

‘Mind giving me a riddle to pass the time?’

A small smile comes to your face. Trying to face away from your parents so they wouldn’t try to barrage you with all different questions about who you were texting. Thinking of something to text back to him before messaging him. Making sure to be quick with it so your parents doesn’t see you before putting your phone away.

Walking out of the art gallery trailing behind your parents. Quietly listening in to their suggestions on what to eat or where to go since there was still time left in the day to do something. It was a silent walk. More on your part since your parents were to busy being lovey-dovey with each other. You pull out your phone whilst being aware of your surroundings. Wanting to see if Miles had figured out what you sent him. It was a few seconds before finally seeing a message from him.

Miles

‘That’s a trick question, the answers angel’

(Name)

‘Damn that took you almost 15 minutes’

Miles

‘Had to check my sources’

(Name)

‘…’

‘You looked it up. Cheater’

Miles

‘Proof?’

You held back a chuckle as you decided to test him once more. Sending another riddle to him as you walked along with your parents. Having the faintest smile on your lips as your thoughts went to Miles.

I don’t know any riddles with the answer angel so don’t hold me on that-