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[crunchie-morris]

Now my question is when is Disney/MTI gonna start licensing the transposed version of “Brooklyn’s Here” from London because community and regional theaters will have a field day with that

[artistdinzel]

[henry-fox-biggest-stan]

If you are a movie fan and haven't read the book yet, here are some irrelevant details from the book

Henry owns a cardigan

Arthur and Catherine meet on a Henry V play (which they named Henry after), which Catherine went to see and saw Arthur playing. She "shook off her security to disappear into London and dance all night".

Pez listens to kpop, and he got Alex into it

Nora watches drag race and got Henry into it

Henry is an Elton John fan (actually relevant in the book)

Alex is a Hall & Oates fan

Alex wears glasses (actually relevant in the book)

Henry is described by Alex as having lots of moles

Bea is the rockstar girlfriend, at the end of the book she plays on a concert and everything. She plays the guitar and is always wearing a leather jacket. She also has a fat cat called Mr Wobbles. And the queen wanted her to learn violin “since it was more proper” instead of guitar. “Bea was allowed to learn both, but she went to uni for classical violin.”

During the turkey phonecall, Henry is wearing a peely face mask

Amy is trans and has a pansexual wife

(Actually relevant) Catherine was not off in another country the whole story, just battling intense grief for her husband's death, so she wasn't present in her children's life, so they felt as if they lost both parents.

There's no king, she's actually a queen, her name is Mary and she should die (she's so so much worse on the book than the king is on the movie)

David is a service dog

(Actually relevant in the book) June bought a teen magazine at 15 and 13 year old Alex would sneak into her room to stare at the magazine (and the picture of a blonde 14 year old British prince on it).

Bea is the middle kid, Henry is the youngest

Henry is canonically on therapy and on antidepressants (since the start of the book)

I don't remember if they mentioned it on the movie but Arthur was James Bond and died of pancreatic cancer.

Alex’s favorite Olympic sport is rhythmic gymnastics

Bea had an addiction problem when Henry was about 17 (as a way to cope after their father's death) and only got herself into rehab after Henry went to her and started crying about dad was dead and he was gay and scared so she couldn't kill herself. That's how he came out to her

Alex doesn't wanna be president at the end of the book, he starts law school

Henry favourite star wars is Jedi, Alex's is Empire

June is allergic to peanuts

Alex runs and runs to cope and clear his head

He did not know he was bi until after Henry kissed him. Yes, he had a friend with benefits relationship with his high school friend Liam, but he genuinely thought it was perfectly platonic and straight

Also he doesn't keep on touch with Liam after high school (their friendship just slowly fades away, with living so far and Alex being suddenly famous) but they reconnect at the end

Alex and Henry move in together on a brownstone on Brooklyn, eventually they marry (after Henry abdicates) on the lake house, they move to a farmhouse on Austin, they spend their honeymoon unpacking

Pez is lactose intolerant

Bluebonnet is June’s code name, Barracuda is Alex’s

Henry is a big Austen fan, and makes references to her books through the story

Amy knits

Zahra has a sister who recently had a baby

June forced Alex into dresses as a kid

Henry’s favorite food is a cheap falafel stand ten minutes from the palace

Henry really likes sailing

Shaan has a motorbike

Alex is allergic to dust

Henry keeps a copy of Le Monde, the newspaper from the day they were in Paris, on his room

Alex and Nora dated when Alex was 17 and Nora 18 but realized they were definitely better off as friends. When they are bored, they like to create rumors about their relationship

Alex makes tons of lists to organize

Alex wears chinos, and claims kakhis are for white people

Nora is very good at math

Alex grew up catholic

At the end of their e-mails, Alex and Henry quoted historical lgbt love letters

Nora’s one-bedroom is “full of books and plants she tends to with complex spreadsheets of watering schedules.”

Nora is bisexual and on the aro spectrum (not canon on the book than she’s aro, but Casey did mention it somewhere)

Arthur gifted Henry a telescope for his seventh birthday

The karaoke scene happens not while on Texas but in some club full of queer people. The whole group is there, Pez got them matching kimonos. Alex’s says Hoe Dameron, Henry’s says Prince Buttercup. Aside from Henry singing Don’t Stop Me Now, Bea sings Call Me by Blondie, and Pez sings So Emotional by Whitney Houston in a “shockingly flawless falsetto”.

The lakehouse confessions happens while at night

The Kensington fight (after the lakehouse confession) is much more dramatic, they don’t go to the v&a that night, but the next night. That morning Henry got up early, and brought Alex coffee when he woke up. They made up.

Also Alex takes his coffee with cinnamon

Alex, Nora and Henry are gen z, while June is a millennial

[thmles]

| August.

- You weren't mine to lose.

[pairing: miles morales x best friend!reader]

[warnings: sweet to angst, a bit of spoilers since the some scenes described came from the movie, regret, heartbreak]

[a/n: if you know august by taylor swift, yk the pain. it's based off that song bc i was thinking about some past situationships and how for some of them i was just a rebound so... anyway for the you're losing me fic, i'm not sure if i would make a part two, but i'll definitely think about it! anyways enjoy 🫶🏻]

You and Miles had met when your family moved into the apartment above them. You were both nine and to be honest, you kind of saw him as weird. When you were hanging out (much to your dismay, you would rather read than be with some boy), he would mumble songs as he drew on the sketchpad he got for his birthday. You, on the other hand, were silently reading fantasy novels that you got for Christmas. Despite your differences, you made quite the pair even going into high school.

Summer had approached Brooklyn faster than you anticipated. It was hot and humid. The air conditioning in your room would not work for some unknown reason and you were stuck sweating it out in your room. You grabbed a folder and used it to fan your face. A knock on your door grabbed your attention before eventually opening. “Miles, you can come into my room, you know.” You told him with a slight edge to your voice. He let out a chuckle before replying, “That’s just rude. My mom raised me better.” You rolled your eyes and stood to the side to let him in. You closed the door behind him as he sat on your desk chair and twirled around.

“Something on your mind, Morales?” You ask him as you sit on your bed cross-legged. You could tell he was nervous. He was looking down on the floor and sort of sweating. “A-Ah, it’s nothing. I just, uhm.” Miles mumbled out. You raised an eyebrow at his behavior. He was rarely ever like this.

“Just what?”

“Well, I was hoping that Gwen would come back and we could go to an art museum.” Miles paused to look at you to which you just stared back at him.

“And what do you want me to do?” You would be sad if Miles asked you only because Gwen wasn’t around. But, time with Miles is still better than anything. You have harbored a crush on him since you guys were ten. At first you were even in denial of your feelings for the boy but when you guys danced at your school’s halloween party, you knew it was over for you.

“Come with me instead? I mean do you want to stay in this heat?” Miles in a know-it-all tone. You rolled your eyes before chucking the folder you were using at his face. He laughed as he caught it with ease, setting it on your desk.

“Is it a yes or no?”

“What do you think, Morales?”

And that was the beginning of an eventful summer. You two were going out together more often than staying in. Everyday was a summer adventure for the both of you. Summer filled with laughter, longing stares, and nightly stargazing at the rooftop. It was the best summer you ever had, especially because you two might or might not have shared a kiss underneath the moonlight. You weren’t sure what exactly the label you guys had. You guys were best friends, for sure, but best friends don’t look at each other that way. They don’t kiss and draw the other on their sketchbook. They don’t take polaroids of each other to keep in their wallets to admire and treasure.

But all things came crashing down when you saw Miles with Gwen that autumn at his dad’s party. You were clutching the sketchbook he left at your desk the last time you guys hung out. Miles looked so…so in love with Gwen. Like she was the life of the party. You had an epiphany. All summer, you thought he looked at you lovingly. But, he wasn’t. It was different from the one he was giving Gwen right now. You knew better than to look through his sketchbook because it was his safe space. He could draw and doodle all that he wanted to help with the stress of life and school. As you opened the first few pages, it was filled with random sort of graffiti art. Flipping through more pages, there were drawings of spiders, Spider-Man, and,

“Gwen.” You breathed out. Tears were pooling at your eyes as more and more pages were filled with drawings of her that you were sure he drew over the summer. But there was only one drawing of you. The page also contained the polaroid he took of you as you were looking out into the city. You shut the notebook with one hand and wiped your tears with the other. His mom walked over to you while holding a plate of cake. She greeted other guests before she was in front of you. “Hey, what’s wrong?” She asked with concern. She rubbed your back as you tried to prevent more tears from rolling down your face.

“Tía, can you…can you give this to Miles?” You told her softly and handed her the sketchbook. She looked confused but accepted it nonetheless. “And tell him to never talk to me again.”

You left that party without looking back. You weren’t even sure what to say to Miles or his parents. That he made you his rebound? That you were just a summer fling? You locked yourself in your room before your dad could question why you weren't at the party upstairs. You didn’t even make it to bed before you broke down sobbing. You slid against the door and began to cry. Your heart ached as memories of the wonderful summer you had flashed in your mind. You stood up and grabbed your wallet from your desk to pull out the polaroid of Miles’ stuffed face that you thought was cute. You took that picture when he was eating too much cake from your dad’s birthday. You stuffed it inside a drawer because you knew you couldn’t get yourself to get rid of it.

That night Miles kept trying to call you to which you promptly put your phone on ‘Do not disturb.’ You spent hours with a tear stained face and a numb heart. You stared out into space wondering what you did to deserve this pain. But you remembered that, it was kind of your fault too. Who were you to assume you and Miles had something after a summer filled with dates and stolen kisses? You were just his best friend. You were just a rebound. A summer fling.

“You weren’t mine to lose.” You mumbled to yourself as you brought your knees to your chest to hug them. Meanwhile, Miles is stuck in another dimension wishing he could go back to fix the mess he made, to go back to you and the amazing summer you had.

[8siangemini]

You Sly Cat Pt 4 (Miles Morales x Black Cat!Reader)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Summary: After finding the identity of the great Spider-Man you have been planning your great heist with your father. The night has finally come, the dance and the heist.

WARNINGS: Intense kissing, makeout, hickies

Author’s Note: Hiii pookies!! There is a plan to have either one or two more chapters to You Sly Cat butttt before the finale I hope y’all enjoy this chapter :)

That night you immediately ran home in disbelief and maybe even heartbreak but also shock. You went home with so many confusing emotions. In your head you kept on having the image of Miles and Spider-Man in your head side by side. Those times where you were on top of him, when he pressed against you from the back on your debut, it was all Miles. The image of plain Miles in all of those situations made you feel flustered.

But something about knowing Spider-Man’s identity and knowing that it was someone that you are becoming involved with gave you a thrill.

Throughout the whole week of the dance you were excited and over the moon for Friday. You would be going to the dance with the guy that you like and you would be pulling one of the most important heists in your family.

Today was Thursday and you had no school tomorrow due to the dance being tomorrow night. You were currently in your studio art class with Miles sitting next to you with your guys’ easels in front of you. After the teacher gave you instructions everyone went to work and began painting. It was sort of a free day so you were allowed to paint what you wished.

You knew what you were going to paint, who you were going to paint. You pushed out black and red paints and began to paint the person next to you. Just in a different alias.

As you began painting you see that in the corner of your eye you see Miles painting while keeping an eye on you. You look back at your painting with a smirk.

“May I help you Miles?” You ask as you look over at him with a smile.

“Nah I just can’t wait to see you tomorrow night.” He answers.

He smiles at you as a small blush comes to your face. He has been making you more flustered recently due to your discovery last Friday. You could not get the image of him, Miles, pinning you down and being so close to your neck like how he was just last Monday.

He leans closer to your easel to see an outline of black paint of a person in an acrobatic swinging pose. It was a rough outline but he knew who you were painting.

“Whatcu paintin’?” He asks.

Your hand continues to smooth the brush on the canvas as you fill in the figure with black paint.

“Brooklyn’s knight in shining armor.” You answer without taking your eyes off of the painting.

You knew what you were doing. You were going to press his buttons about him without him even knowing.

“O-oh,” Miles says as he goes back to his painting. “Spider-Man huh? Great guy!”

“Hmm I guess so.” You shrug off. Now you have Miles’ attention.

He looks at you with shock and confusion. In your head you knew you were being devious.

“He’s just… an amateur,” In the corner of your eye you see Miles looking at you in shock as his paintbrush in hand stays still against the canvas.

“An amateur?” Miles scoffs. “He’s been Spider-Man for like over a year now. What is he an amateur in?”

You knew how to press his buttons now.

“In acrobatics, like I was doing stuff like that when I was seven.” You scoff.

At the corner of your eye you see Miles looking at you, waiting for you to continue. He was fuming, fuming that the girl he likes made fun of him without realizing it. But in reality you did know. It may be messed up but the way you were playing aand teasing about his alias was fun to you.

“But,” Miles’ expression changes to hope. “I do have to say he is smooth with it.” You set your hands on your thighs with a smiles as you look at your painting.

“What do you mean?” Miles continues painting. “You say he’s an amatuer but then you say he’s smooth.”

“Even though he is an amatuer in his ability he makes it up with his style.” You begin to explain. “Let’s say he was a fighter with his same abilities but without his playful nature, he would be so boring. So I have to give that to him.”

Miles finally takes his eyes off of you and looks at his painting with a smirk he tried his hardest to hide, but couldn’t.

The rest of class went off in silence as you listened to music. The bell finally rang and you put away your supplies in the designated spots in the classroom. As you pack your bag you feel a large hand gently place itself on your upper arm.

You look up and smile seeing that it is Miles. He was so close to you it almost felt like he was towering over you.

“See you tomorrow chica linda. (pretty girl)” Miles smirked.

He planted a kiss on your cheek and you happily smiled as his nose slightly tickled your cheekbone. This sort of public affection, the small touches, the nicknames, you loved it. The way Miles made you feel like you were his and he was yours made you happy. But you would be happier if you two actually made it offical.

You pat his chest and fix his tie slightly until you bring your hand up to his chin and carressed it slightly. He began to blush profusely, this being the first time you are showing PDA.

“Better be ready handsome.” You say before planting a small kiss on his cheek.

You pull away and laugh as you see a small print of brown lip liner and lip gloss on his cheek. Before he could do anything you pulled away from him and walked out of the class.

——

Miles waited anxiously in front of your door with his parents behind him. He was appauled by your big grand house spanning about a whole block and beautiful folliage. He was slightly scared and intimidated by your home alone.

“Do I look fine?” He heard his father ask his mom behind him.

“Bigger question is do I look fine? She’s my date.” Miles said nervously.

“You look handsome mi hijo.” Rio says as she places a kiss on Miles’ cheek which made him feel slightly better.

But he was soon frightened by who he saw through the double doors that were opened by your doorman. Your father stood in the center of the clear marble floor with a pair of staircases going down both of his sides.

They all walked into the cold and clean home with a shining chandelier on the ceiling. Miles walked up to your father as he trembled slightly. Miles reached his hand out and your father shook his hand.

“Hello Mr. (L/n). I’m Miles Morales.” Miles stook to the script that his dad made him practice with him to meet your father.

“Ahh the lucky man.” Your father commented with a smile.

Your father then looked at Miles’ parents.

“This is my dad-“

“Officer Jefferson.” Your father interrupted. Jeff looked at your father in shock as they shook hands. He then looks at Rio and shakes her hand. “You must be Rio.”

Both of them were surprised that he knew of them.

“(Y/n) could not stop talking about you guys.” Your father said with a smile.

“Dad!” You say embarresly.

You finally looked down and meet eye with Miles. Miles wore a beautiful and clean all white suit with a simple black tie. He looked handsome as he looked up at you. Miles felt as if he was looking up at a goddess. The way you made the simple yet elegant black dress look so graceful with black Louboutins heels and long tight black velvet gloves with silver chrome nails that looked like claws.

You walked down the stairs as Miles looked at you in awe. He walked towards the bottom of the stairs almost like a robot and held his hand up for you. You reached for his hand and he helped you the rest of the way down the stairs.

You came to Miles’ side while your hand was still in his. You then lean into his ear.

“Hello don’t you look handsome.” You whisper.

You look at Miles with a smile and he looks at you up and down and smile too.

“Well look at you hermosa (beautiful).” He compliments and you begin to blush as you smile.

——

You and Miles walked into the museum and the main lobby was decorated with elegant crystal chandeliers and hanging jewels. Music was playing and a few students stood around talking to their friends before the dance actually started.

But it seemed that had all changed when you and Miles walked in. It was like time had stopped and everyone now had their eyes on you two. You and Miles walking in with you arms linked together.

“Everyone is staring.” Miles whispered to you as you guided him to try and find Roxie. “What if they think of stuff, what if they start talkin-“

“Miles,” You stop and you two meet eyes while still having arms linked together. “Let them stare.”

You smirk and Miles’ worry melted away.

——

You were overjoyed at how the night was going. You were dancing till your feet hurt and your face hurt by the amount of you smiling. And what made it better was that yourhand was in Miles’ the whole night.

The music died down from upbeat and turned into a slow song, a romantic song, Perfect by Ed Sheeran. Your heart began to race but then you felt a tug on your hand. Miles pulled you into his chest and placed his hands on your waist. Your hands made its way to his neck and you rubbed it slightly as you two swayed back and forth.

Your eyes stared into each other, getting lost in each others. You two were so close you could feel Miles’ heartbeat against your chest. All you could do was smile at Miles and his smile matched yours.

As the song began to end you finally got the light signal as you peeked out the window behind Miles’ shoulder. It was now or never. Just as the song ended you gave a quick kiss on Miles’ cheek.

“I need to go to the restroom real quick.” And before Miles could answer you went out of one of the exits.

You followed the route your father planned out for you and the whole heist was as easy as child’s play. You finally made it to the door of the Delvadian Spider. It was a large sliding door but there was a flat dial lock in the center. You crouched down to it and pressed your ear against it as you turned the dial.

Click. Click. Click.

You were in. The door slid into the wall and across the room stood the display. The Delvadian Spider.

The gold idol shined in the moonlight as it was displayed in the glass. A round oval shaped gold spider with rubies and sapphires on it. Your family’s next biggest heist. Behind it was a window that you had just carved out a circle with your clawed glove.

The setup and security was pathetic. As security knew that it was only teenagers coming into the museum at this time there was no security besides the cameras. Which you father has altered by this point as he sat in the car down the street waiting for the prize to come out of the window.

You touched your gloved hand to the glass and pressed your index nail firmly on the glass. You scratched a circle on the glass and and pushed the glass into the display. Your heart raced and pounded as you touched the idol. Just then the fangs of the spider clamped down on your hand and piecered your hand through the glove.

“Fucking a.” You muttered as you grasped the spider but yanked it out of the glass case suddenly.

You looked around nervously, hoping that a signal or alarm won’t go off. None did.

You all of a sudden felt like you could hear everyone in the building. Your face began to feel hot but somehow not like how it felt when you were sick. Your sense of smell also became more lively. Your head began to ring profusely too.

“(Y/n)?” You snap your head towards the door in fear but see none other the your date. Miles looked at you with confusion but also heartbreak.

“Shit.” You mutter underneath your breath.

“W-what are you doing?” He asks as he takes a few steps towards you.

As he tries to walk towards you you put your hand up while the other stayed on the Delvadian Spider. Miles stops in his tracks and puts his hands to his sides with his chest high. His eyes went from you to the relic and then back and forth. He was piecing it together and after a couple of seconds he finally understood. The hair, your mouth, your touch, it was all so familiar. Familiar from those nights where you two had interactions, fights, flirts. He was hurt and you knew it.

“You lied to me, Black Cat.” Miles spoke with his chest. Your eyes narrowed as a smirk came to your face.

“Now come on darling. I know that I am not the only one keeping secrets, Spider-Man.” You say with a wide smirk.

Black Cat was coming out.

Miles’ eyes widen as you two stand across the empty moonlit room, just you two. You walk up to him as your heels clicked against the marble floor with the relic in your hand. You came up to him and lifted your free hand up to his chin as you two were eye to eye with one another. With or without the masks he was Spider-Man and you were Black Cat. A smirk came to your face as you gloved nails caressed his chin gently.

“Miles, you were drawn to me as a civilian because I was seen as untouchable. Correct?”

He does not respond but the way his shoulders fell as ease gave you an answer. You looked down at his chest and your hand traveled down from his chin, to his neck, to rest at his chest.

“And Spider-Man, you were drawn to Black Cat because of her cunningness and confidence. Correct?”

Miles did not respond again but you did not need him to. You began circling around him slowly as your dress trailed behind you. Your hand stayed up near his neck and placed itself on the nape of it as you plant yourself in front of him again. You two were close, you were chest to chest close like how you were when you two danced. Your heartbeats beat against each other.

“Well Miles, with me you get both.” You look at his eyes and then his lips and he looks at your eyes and lips too. “Not many have noticed but both me and Black Cat are both untouchable in ways. I cannot be touched due to my status and Black Cat cannot be touched due to her reputation.” You begin to explain as Miles comes closer, if that was even possible. “We are both confident. Black Cat is confident in her abilities and decisions and I am confident in my being.”

Miles hands come up to your waist and pulls your waist closer to him until there is no space between you two.

“Then let me tell you about me and Spider-Man.” Miles whispers. “I am clumsy lucky mother fucker that somehow bagged the golden girl.” Miles says as he looks at you up and down. You let out a small laugh and Miles returns it. Miles then meets back to your eyes.

“And Spider-Man is the knight in shining armor of Brooklyn that has been entranced by Brooklyn’s top rising villain.” One of Miles’ fingers begins to trace up and down at your spin. Miles stares at you as you shiver underneath his touch. A smirk covers your face as you stare at Miles’ lips then his eyes.

“So tell me Miles,” Your lips are just a couple inches away. You two switch between from looking at each other’s eyes to each other’s lips. “Are you willing to dance with an angel and the devil?”

Miles tilts his head to the side slightly and you follow suit. Both of your guys’ eyes narrow as your lips get closer. A smirk comes to Miles’ face.

“You’re gonna be the death of me.” He whispers with a smirk against your lips.

“Then I promise I’ll bring you to heaven and hell.” You respond with a smirk.

Miles’ lips finally crash into yours. You smirked into the kiss and kissed back. It was slow and smooth until you opened your mouth and his tongue darts in. That is when everything became hot and fast. Your hands began to wonder around his neck and his chest and his hands gripped your hips and waist tightly and he pressed himself against you.

You head began to ring so profusely and your heartbeats began intense with Miles. Almost like you and Miles were syncing up to the same breath and heartbeat. Everything began to go so fast. Miles wrapped his arms completely around your waist and your arms wrapped around his neck as you fingers tug at his coils slightly. You both leaned into each other, still trying to fight for dominance.

Grunts and groans mixed into the kiss as you two turned your heads back and forth. One of Miles’ hands make it to the back of your neck and his lips slowly lowered down to your neck. Back to where they were last Monday but they finally connected to your neck with deep wet kisses. Miles’ tongue escapes his mouth and begins sucking and nipping at your neck. Your eyes slowly fall shut and your mouth opens as gasps escape your lips.

And you knew for a fact that Miles would be leaving this room with part of your burgundy lipstick smirred on his lips and you would be leaving with a hickey on your neck.

But what Miles forgot was that he was still Spider-Man and you were still Black Cat. And in the middle of the kiss Black Cat had thrown out the Delvadian Spider out of the open window for her father to find and run off with.

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[urmadiik]

1610 Miles x southernbelle!black!fem!reader? She’s basically Charlotte la Bouf from the princess and the frog with her personality and aesthetic but black, and she’s moving to Brooklyn for the first time after living in the country for so long. She’s also new to Brooklyn Visions and Miles shows her around, and they eventually become close and she meets Miles’s family when they start dating :)

AWW I LOVE CHARLOTTE OMGG ILL TRY !!

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 !! : Miles!1610 x Black!fem!reader , fluff , reader has a southern accent , death mentioned, use of y/n, try to visualize the reader with a country accent/the same voice Charlotte la about had I can’t do all the work here 😞, shy reader, google translated Spanish ♡︎

feel free to give suggestions / tips on my writing only if it’s respectful !!

˚ ✧ ✩ 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐘𝐨𝐫𝐤 ✩ ✧ ˚

From the moment you were able to comprehend words, you have always longed for a prince just as the pretty princesses did in your storybooks. All afternoon, you would giggle as your mother would sit in her tall, wooden chair. Reading your stories as her melodic voice danced as the sound hit your ears, you sitting big-eyed on the floor, just happy to listen.

Your father’s business had slowed down over the past couple of months and before you knew it, you packed your bags and moved from your large estate in New Orleans to a smaller home all the way in the Big Apple (New York). You weren’t very thrilled about the new move either.

You’ve always believed your life would end with a happily ever after, no matter how bad things got. But that narrative shortly altered as on your 14th birthday, your mother died, her body becoming too frail and weak to fight her illness anymore. After that, you felt so miserable. You’ve always admired her, from her modest and ladylike style to her soothing voice that could always make the burning feeling in your throat ease as you sobbed in her chest. Her scent of vanilla and cocoa butter lingered in your nostrils as you nestled in the crook of her neck, her warm and slim hands gently rubbing your back and cooing sweet nothings in your ear. And now she’s just..gone..?

Ever since then, you couldn't get over the fact that she was really gone. You tried to keep her memory alive the best you could, keeping small mementos around your room. Once you forgot the exact shade of her eye color and vowed to yourself you’d never forget anything else again. Was it honey brown or a deep brown? You didn’t know, your vision blurred as tears burned your eyes as you searched around your room for even a photograph of her.

Although that was how it felt on the inside, your physical appearance didn’t change one bit. Apart from your sunken eyes and the redness in the crease of your eyelid, your attitude didn’t change towards people. You remained upbeat and kind, but somehow there was always a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach no matter how hard you tried to act like you were truly happy.

As you were deep in thought in the backseat of a taxi, you jumped a little as you heard a man speaking to you.

“This your stop?” He spat with a hint of an urgency, his thick accent making it a tad hard to comprehend.

“Hm? Oh, yessir.” You nodded as you speedily handed the man his a handful of cash and exited the car, afraid to get a tardy on the first day of school.

“You already paid.” The man said, trying to hand you back the money,

“Just a tip.” You shrugged as you walked up the steps of the school building and pushed open the doors.

As you walked through Brooklyn Visions, looking like a lost cat as you gazed at everything with a sparkle in your eye, you felt people staring at you. Maybe it was the way you decorated your uniform with golden jewelry and pearls or how it was obvious you weren’t from here, either way they were staring.

When you found your classroom, you gripped the cold, metal handle and took a deep breath, bracing yourself for the long day it was about to be before opening. As you closed the door behind you and immediately, all eyes were on you which made you a little uncomfortable.

“Yes Ms?” You spoke softly.

“Would you like to introduce yourself?” She gestured back to the class.

“No thank you, where do I sit?”

“Next to…” She glanced around the room for an open seat.

“Sit next to Miles.” She pointed. “Raise your hand Miles” She said a little louder.

“Hm..? Oh yeah.” He whispered under his breath as he set down his pencil he was scribbling with.

You gazed upon the freckled-faced boy, taking note of his appearance for a second. You walked over to the desk, pulled out the chair, and sat next to him, your leg bouncing as you silently sat and stared at the ground, trying to not get uncomfortable by the staring kids even if they made an effort not to make it evident.

As the teacher clicked play on the projector and the lights in the classroom dimmed, you felt a little nudge beside you.

“You new here?” Miles whispered softly.

“Hm..?” You mumbled, leaning in a little as your eyes stuck to the board as the video played out.

“You new here?” He repeated with a slight sigh.

“Oh yea! ‘Just moved in.” You chirped quietly.

You soon began to have a full conversation with the boy, your gaze adjusting to his face. Where you came from, how the South was like, your favorite songs. It all just flowed out so naturally with him.

“I like Sade t-“

And just as the discussion was just getting good, you heard a piercing voice cut you off.

“Ms. Y/n and Mr. Morales?” The teacher narrowed her eyes as she spoke as she paused the video.

“Yes’m?” You quickly lowered your head slightly to the ground as he did the same.

“Yes ma’am?” He spoke softly.

“Stop talking or I’ll separate the two of you.” She spoke, her hands crossed before she unpaused the video and sat back on her desk.

“Yes’m.” “Yes ma’am.” You both said in unison, eyes pointing back up at the board.

After the class got dismissed, you packed up all your things until you felt a tiny tap on your shoulder again.

“So uh..Y/n?”

“Mhm?” You said with a slight smile.

“Could I maybe..give you a tour of the school..?” He mumbled quickly, tugging at his collar subconsciously.

“Oh s’pose..” Your smile grew a tiny bit larger as he enveloped his warm hand in yours and sauntered with you all around campus. He showed you the gym, the cafeteria and even walked you to your next class.

Throughout the day, you couldn’t help but ponder why the boy took such an interest in you, playing with the tight bun that sat on top of your head I’m the school bathroom mirror while you scrunched your nose at the light but familiar smell as you adjusted the satin bow in the back. Pushing the pins back into place with ease. Your wonders would soon come to a halt as you sat at an empty lunch table, your cheek in your palm as your elbow rested comfortably on the table. You were picking at the suspicious pieces on ‘pineapples’ with your fork when you saw a familiar face.

“Miles?” You smiled with a glimmer of relief as you motioned him to come sit with you, hoping to make atleast one companion.

The boy happily accepted your request and sat next to you. And just like that, you made your first friend. Short “hi’s” as you crossed paths in the halls turned into walking each other to and from class, then getting each other numbers, which transitioned into a talking stage, and before you knew it, you had the prince you’d always dreamt of since you were a little girl. A prince who loved and cherished you the way you thought of him.

Miles was such a sweetheart, which made comfortable confiding in him. Though the two of you had things in common, you both had the same values and beliefs which you cared cared for the most. You shared with him your struggles to make meaningful connections with people and why you truly came to New York, despite feeling a tad embarrassed. You even opened up to him about your late mother and how difficult it has been since she passed. And throughout each talk or meltdown, he was always there. He let you sob into his arms as you cuddled in his chest comfortably, running his warm hands up and down your back. And even if his gifts weren’t the most expensive, they were priceless in your eyes. Every time you weren’t feeling your best, a little origami swan or rose would sit on your windowsill, making your heart flutter with excitement each time. Or, you a little goodie bag with your favorite snacks were disguised perfectly behind your text books, your giggles would make his cheeks heat up as you read his corny lil love letters. And for the first time in months, you were truly happy.

One evening while Miles was walking you home, pinkies interlocked, he mumbled something that caught your attention.

“So how would you feel if you uhm.. met my parents..?” He said in a hushed tone, pulling on his collar out of habit.

“Meeting your parents?” You smiled, feeling a bit of a rush that he had thought you were that important.

He answered with a swift nod.

“Id love to!” You kissed on the nose sweetly as the walk stopped short at the front door of your house.

“Tomorrow at 6?” He looked down at you while you looked up.

“Mhm,” You nodded as you waved goodbye to him and entered your home, rushing up the stairs to brainstorm an outfit to wear for this new occasion. Your daddy was home as usual, so you decided to just leave a sticky note on where you were going since the two of you practically communicated through little notes of the fridge or text now because of his job that required him to work from before you opened your eyes to long after you shut your eyes for the day. Sure you did miss him and the once lively home in New Orleans you once knew, but you accepted it was for the best and came to terms with that reality.

The next evening, after school, Miles came to pick you up. You rushed down the stairs as soon as you heard his recognizable 3 knocks on the door. You didn’t even spare time to look through the peephole which was a force of habit that always made him upset.

“Cariño (sweetheart), what’d I tell you about the door?” He huffed softly.

“I know, I know, sorry..but look at my outfit!”As you gestured to your attire, you were wearing your favorite black frilly button-up. Along with that, a white skirt lined with a pink bow at the end that stopped abruptly at the knee. You paired it with a pair of black heels and white stockings outlining your legs comfortably.

“Yes princesa, you look beautiful as always.” He chuckled lightly as he examined you head to toe, down to the pearl jewelry assorted carefully in your hair and throughout the outfit.

“You think your parents will like it?” You smiled up at him, letting him take your hand and walk you.

“They’ll love it.” He assured, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

When you got to the door, you were practically shaking in your boots.

“Miles…I don’t know about this anymore. What if they don’t like me..?” You frown, your hand hovering above the cold door knob.

“They’ll love you baby, I’m sure of it.” He said softly, giving you one of his “everything’s gonna be alright” smiles.

“But what if-“

“Shh…I like you a lot, and if my parents can’t see that then I don’t care. You’re my girlfriend, not theirs.”

You took a deep breath, shook your head, put on your best smile and opened the door.

“Hi Mrs and Mr Morales!” You chirp.

“Oh hi! You must be y/n, correct?” She smiled widely.

“Yes ma’am!” You nodded, sitting down at the dining table, Miles following behind you.

“So..” Jeff mumble as they all sat down, a paper plate of pizza in front of you.

At first, dinner was so awkward. You weren’t the best at starting a conversation, so you all just sorta…stared at each other. A few uncomfortable giggles and silent glances around the room, but that’s all. Luckily, Mikes knew of your antisocial antics and decided to help out.

“Y/n’s really good at Spanish y’know?” He brought up, breaking the unbearable silence.

“Really?” Rio smiled, finally showing some interest in the conversation.

“Oh uhm..yeah! I have an A and sometimes help him with some of his homework!”

And for the rest of the night, it ran smoothly. The room filled with laughter and cute stories about Miles when he was younger, reminiscing over the past. Over the course of you and Miles’ relationship, you and Rio had gotten really close. From asking “When is she coming over again?” to baking and gossiping with each other, you were practically best friends. She even slipped up and called you her daughter time to time, which almost brought tears to your eyes from how endearing it was too you. In a way, you saw her as a mother figure.

[raapija]

Käärijä's Veikkaus interview, 5.5.2023

Ten Questions For Käärijä

In this interview Vantaa's most famous bowl-cut Jere Pöyhönen tells, how he thinks about his Käärijä-named alter ego and why he would sometime want to "whack" Käärijä. Furthermore, he reveals his embarrassing vice - and reminds you that in every one of us there lives a tiny Jesus.

Q1: Why do you have such a funny haircut?

"When I was in junior high, I got a bowl-cut during a break. It was on a whim. There were us two boys, who did it, and we rocked with the bowl-cuts. I've always been whimsical, a guy, who is easy to provoke. I like to try things, and I've never really been embarrassed by anything. We had a few friend groups in Vantaa, with who I hung out with, and I was always the clown in the group. I like to make others laugh and I also like to laugh at myself. The others laughed with me, not at me - or that's atleast what I like to believe!"

Q2: So, Vantaa - you're a born and bred Vantaa-citizen. What does Vantaa mean to you?

"Quite a lot actually. I think that Vantaa is an under-dog kinda place. It reflected, for example, in hockey, which I used to play a lot. When we played against Espoo, it had emotion! The deal is, in fact, that Vantaa-people hate people from Espoo! [laughter] People from Vantaa are somehow more real than Espoo-citizens or people from Helsinki, more honest. If a Vantaa-person doesn't have money, then for fuck's sake they don't have money, they won't try to hide it, like Espoo-people do. Indeed, Vantaa is the place to be. Or at least the Tikkurila hoods, Myyrmäki on the other hand... We totally aren't any kind of a big and happy family in Vantaa. [laughter] East- and West-Vantaa are completely different things, kinda like the Bronx and Brooklyn. Actually I'm from Ruskeasanta, and for example Ruskeasanta's or 'Rusa' 's Shell (a gas station) has been a significant place in my life. We used to go there with friends on our mopeds and drink coffee and tea, fool around, bully vocational school students."

Q3: Wait a minute, you've gone to vocational school, too, but you aren't a student who drives around Tikkurila, around the local blocks?

"I haven't really driven there, maybe a couple times. But I haven't been serious about it in that way. I've never been a car-person, more of a moped-person, and that moped I liked more to tune and decorate, than to drive. I painted, tuned and tinkered with it. I, for example, melted Legos on the covering so I could get more plastic on them - no-one could ever guess, what color moped I'd come to school with."

"In my opinion, vocational school was more of a lifestyle than one going to vocational school. Students drove from gas station to gas station and went to Jumbo (a mall) with driving gloves on. I would rather stay at home to sleep and play Habbo Hotel. Sometimes I'd go to meets (meeting organized by youth to come show off their mopeds), and those were fun, but to those, too, we went with a few friends to laugh at the other dudes. [laughter] If I would now go to Rusa's Shell, I hope people would react to me positively. I'm still nevertheless on their side.

Q4: What kind of memories do you have from Vantaa's Tulisuudelma (a pub, restaurant and music venue)?

"There I didn't go a lot. I was more often at Porkku (Pormestari, a nightclub that has since closed). The few times I was at Tulisuudelma, I sang karaoke. Vesku's 'Hyvää Puuta', that was my favorite. But Porkku was, at least in my mind, Tikkurila's most popular bar. It was a bit like Pinkku (a restaurant called Pingviini), but the cooler guys went to Porkku. [laughter] Yeah, vocational school students went to Pinkku. It might be, that 'Cha Cha Cha' is about a night in Porkku. There I have my first bar-memories. It became my own little home, where all the friends in town came to."

"'Cha Cha Cha' represents dancing, and dancing represents freedom for me. That, that you have to be able to not be afraid to dance without thinking what the others think, even without drugs. You can see it as a drinking song also, I don't care about interpretations, but to me, it represents a lot more also. I want to encourage people to break free, because it's not about how well you can dance, it's about how you carry yourself. I'm not the most skilled singer, rapper or artist. But I believe in this thing, this madness, and I put 150 points on it. It creates the aesthetic, that he is just crazy and a star, even though really I'm just a regular dude from Vantaa."

Q5: The song lasts 2 minutes and 55 seconds. Because of those shy of a three minutes you'll soon go on a long trip abroad to perform. What does that feel like?

"As a thought it's damn crazy. How much work - hours, days, weeks, months - and then it's over. Those are probably my life's most important 2 minutes and 55 seconds. I think, that Käärijä is going on a little trip, does what he does best and it goes just the way it is meant to go. Everything doesn't even need to be so fucking thought out and perfect. It needs a bit of improv, my own style. Because I don't like to be bound."

Q6: You're a pop-star and many people have put a lot of money into your career. Isn't it inevitable, that in some way, you are bound?

"Yeah, that's exactly true. I've had had to work on that. I avoid it, when people tell me things and try to get me to do stuff, that I don't stand behind. It's been hard learning to say no, but it has been a necessary skill. Those people do see Käärijä as a product. It feels like a crazy thought - I'm like a walking billboard. But I'm a human and I have to do my own stuff, my own values, and not be with a note on my forehead saying 'buy this' or 'I'm selling this'."

"I've gone along with a couple things, but those have been the kind that benefit me. I want to rip out everything from those guys - the record label, ad-collabs and everything, and secure it that I'm not being fucked over. This is a rough business. People want a piece of Käärijä, which they can benefit from, so I have to be really alert. And not everything can be measured in wealth. For example, I've done stuff for charity."

Q7: Many of the stories about you are headlined "Jere from Vantaa", and that's the way you seem like: a nice basic dude. How does that nice basic dude handle all that hassle?

"At the beginning, not so well. I'm humble, and I still have a lot to learn about a certain type of roughness. You have to know your value and value yourself. Who am I, where do I belong, what do I want from life - I think about these and develop all the time. But it's not easy when the big bosses come to say how things are. Then you just have to stay tough and argue against them."

"The piss hasn't got up to my head, because I'm not 20 anymore. If all this had happened at that age, I would most definitely be an asshole. I can differentiate Jere from Käärijä. If on the streets someone films me, or someone sends me suggestive messages on instagram, I know that those are meant for Käärijä, not Jere. They don't really even know Jere, in a way."

"Jere sometimes wonders on red carpets abroad 'why am I here?'. It sometimes feels like a ridiculous circus show - even though I obviously enjoy it and value it. Byt my morals lie elsewhere. I don't appreciate people if they have some great job and money, that doesn't interest me at all. People shouldn't be seen as products, but people should be seen as people and appreciated the way they are. That's why it feels so weird when people go nuts sometimes about this Käärijä-thing, start to cry when they see me. In Madrid one guy fainted because they saw me! It was at the same time like wow, we had created something that had caused this kind of a reaction. But at the same time I think 'what the fuck just happened to you?'."

Q8: What sort of a relationship does Jere have with Käärijä?

"A really good one, mainly. We have a lot in common. In a way I'm a Käärijä-fan because I have to like the thing I'm doing, and in my mind we're making the best shit in Finland ever. But sometimes, when there's so much of this Käärijä-stuff, I'd like to whack that Käärijä: every time I come home and look in the mirror, there that bowl-cut is. Then I miss it, when I could go as Jere to the shop and be Jere to the people and not everyone would circle around Käärijä: how are you, how are you managing, how's the gigs, how's the music - fuck it. Let's talk about the weather!"

"Käärijä is also an armor. If someone asks to put on the bolero and go lay around for those photos, Käärijä will do it. Jere might not. With Käärijä I'm able and not afraid to do things. But the way that everyone right now wants to benefit from Käärijä, is of course sometimes heavy - and that's Käärijä's fault! He fucking did it! [laughter]"

Q9: If you could choose anyone to go in a sauna with, living or dead, who would you choose?

"That's a tough one. I'm a fan of Rammstein like crazy and I can relate to (the singer) Till Lindeman. But they say he's a really stiff guy. We probably wouldn't have a lot of conversation in the sauna..."

"If Jesus is really a real person in history, I'd maybe choose Jesus. I'd like to discuss with him: what all did he do, what kind of a guy he was. I'm really interested in that. Was he a regular fellow like all the rest of us?"

"I believe, that in all of us, there lives a tiny Jesus. I mean that I don't believe we're just a brain and a lump of meat. We're so much more. I don't necessarily mean supernatural things, but that there's something else, something that we can't reach with our level of consciousness. I don't believe in coincidences. There's always a reason why things go this or that way."

Q10: Do you have some secret or habit that you're embarrassed about so much that you wouldn't want to tell of it to anyone?

"I don't really have skeletons in my closet like that... Well, this is a bit dumb, but the thing that I'm sometimes afraid to do, is: I like to put ketchup on everything. I put ketchup in meat soup, too. Once I was in a fancy steak restaurant, a great steak in front of me, and I thought, damn I'd kill for some ketchup now. But there were people around, certain type of steak enthusiasts, that I couldn't do it, because people would've judged it really hard. Yeah, maybe it's about being from Vantaa! [laughter]"

Käärijä's make-up and hair: Tiia Loikkanen

Photography digitech: Pauli Boström

Photography: Ville Malja

Original writer: Jose Riikonen

[sevenpoyo]

some brooklyn slang ik for all the ppl who wanna write for miles and kilometers‼️

feel free to add more idk everything but i i am originally from there and visit a lot this stuff i hear a lot and if you wanna add slang to ur writing this is a good place to start, not all of these brooklyn or ny exclusive but that’s where a lot of american slang starts and u prolly heard some of it b4. imma list it ne ways

don’t use like 8 of these in one sentence bc it will sound weird and i can’t really cover ny puerto rican slang or any puerto rican slang really bc my grandad is a bum so if you know some add it

the city is manhattan, not the other 4 burroughs, just manhattan, cus that’s where everything’s at

to cut ass is to roast tf out of someone , to get your ass cut is get tf roasted out of you

wyling/wilding is being outta pocket, something being absurd or crazy

yeah nah means no and nah yeah means yeah idk why they gotta make it complicated just look at the second word

good looks is like good looking out

it’s bout to be winter and i’m bout to see mad christmas fics and shit but do y’all know the proper way to describe cold ny winters?

if it’s cold as hell, it’s brick outside, not regular cold, ny winter is like nipples so hard i see em thru the bra cold

ex; “how it’s so brick outside i walk to the store wit my hair wet and it deadass got icicles in it” “yeah it’s fr brick outside today” “i’m not walkin wit u in this brick ass weather for a bacon egg and cheese?” (actual convo between my sister and me last winter break)

fronting seem kinda easy to me but is like acting or pretending i can’t explain it with out an example

“why you fronting like you wouldn’t die if they text you asking u to go out with them” “you can stop fronting like you like cars it cool if you don’t” “don’t sit there fronting like u don’t wanna dance wit me”

being tight over something is just being upset or annoyed

rj is so smart they said “We say tight bc you kinda huddle close to yourself when you tense/stressed or angry” i had no idea i just be saying it i aint know it had a reason💀 it make sm sense now.

“who got you tight like that this early in the morning?” “my momma came home tight yesterday for no reason, she threw a boot at me!” “i’m so tight this damn shift change has me working all closers this week”

jack is like claiming someone or something

i talk old as hell idk what the youths be jacking nowadays

cop is basically to get, used to be mostly 4 drugs back in the day my dad said (he don’t know why im asking him this)

“just copped me some retro 3’s” “bout to cop me a few percs in a minute”

speaking of a minute, mostly for my non americans bc that’s who get confused the most when i say this one. depending on the context this can mean a actual minute, a short time or a real long

“i’ll be back in a minute” is short “i ain’t seen y’all in a minute” is long. idk how to explain the difference besides context

bop is a good song, pretty easy but i see ppl on tiktok use it wrong

bangs/banger goes hard is kinda like bob for music but i be using it for anything fr

“this push pop is banging yo”

mad can be used normal like angry but it also means a lot or really kinda like hella ig? i usually uses hella when i would say mad so ppl can understand me easier up here

dumb also mean very in the same way

ex; “my english teacher give out mad homework for no reason.” “she be giving me mad shit over the smallest stuff” “i just had some mad good wings so i’m cooling rn” “this shit is mad spicy u sure you want some?” ''This shit got me dumb tight'' “you don’t need no jacket it’s dumb hot out here”

smacked is like high as fuck idk how to elaborate ur just high

lit is drunk

“Yuuuur!'' A signal, a greeting usually used to catch the attention of someone or something very fun greeting and very hated by schools, it’s weird anywhere outside of ny kinda at least to me.

being hollywood means u get a little fame and think ur all that or just that u got a little fame and they’re jokingly hating

ex; “i saw u on the news the other day, “the prowlers return” u must be real proud of yourself huh hollywood?” “and here comes hollywood wit his trending tiktoks”

real talk is when ur about confess something or say something serious in a not real serious setting or convo

“real talk we play a lot but i love you, my life would be boring with out you around” “real talk i’d never do that to you foreal”

go together is like go out kinda, y’all kinda match behavior cus y’all a couple, this one need a sentence 2 i think. (THIS ONE IS OLD AS HELL ONLY USE IT IF UR TRYING TO RIZZ MOMMA RIO)

“he want ur number? he don’t know we we go together or sum?” “why she wanna act like we go together, ion even know her?” “don’t we go together?”

i can’t even explain it with a sentence y’all just gotta figure this one out 💀

A bodega/deli is a convenience store ik most know this from the movie but some ppl think it’s all stores or all spanish stores when it’s just a corner store

the owners of the deli closest to my granddad house is muslim. and so we keep track of all muslim holidays when he’s closed

an ock is the bodega man, miles knows the man’s name at the deli we see him visit, but at any other store he’d call the guy ock

dipping on someone is changing ur mind last minute, usually canceling plans

ex “we was supposed to go get outfits together but they dipped on me last minute”

staticky is like wanting to fight or still being pissed after a fight

static is beef or on sight energy

you good can really be anything but imma list ones i can think of

it can mean like are you ok? or don’t worry about it, or how are you, or stop, or do you got a issue? or do you want an issue? it’s all in the tone of how it’s said fr

'Word of my moms/dads I saw/ did/did not *insert topic*'' Honest term, no lying present in statement i feel like (my cousins be putting anything on they momma fr risking shit on her for no reason)

'hold it down'' handle buisness / take care of someone or something. can also be in refrence to criminal who handles ''buisness''

NOW EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU TO @rashadisback BC HE CARRIED ME ON THIS‼️

i hope this helps any writers that don’t live here!

[onginlove]

spiderteens headcanons!!! how the spider teens are dating you

I personally want to say I’m so sorry for not posti bc the “once a week” like I said. I’ve honestly been procrastinating and dealing with school work and homework everyday so pls cut me some slack. I promise I’ll try to post more 😭😭 (format is gonna be real ugly bc this is rushed and I got nothin prepared 😭)

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miles would constantly crack jokes and try to get you to laugh. just seems like the typa person he is.

miles have over 100+ pages in his sketchbook dedicated to you. literally, that’s all he draws now.

miles def took you on a swing around brooklyn as a date and for fun. you hate heights but you love being with him 🤭🤭

miles would constantly check up on you. whether it’s through text or physically, he’s just tryna make sure his s/o is ok 🫶🏿😞

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pavitr def takes you to the fanciest restaurants even if it’s just to get some lunch. he wants to make sure you 10/10 love your food.

every now and then, pavitr invites you over to have some chai with his maya auntie (i think that’s what he says 😭😭). his auntie def love u frfr

pavitr just looks at you without you realizing until you turn his way and he quickly looks somewhere else. like he could be staring at you for 10 minutes until you notice him.

“wait, so your saying you got 10?” *turns to pavitr*

*pavitr turns away*

”how long were you staring at me for?”

“to the point where i really needed to blink”

“🤦🏿‍♀️”

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gwen, like i said in my other spiderteen fic, makes songs dedicated to you fr. she even plays the song with the whole band crew bc they know how important it is to gwen.

gwen thought that you and her dad wouldnt get along but you guys click like white rice and ketchup (hey, it’s a good combo. try it sometime.)

gwen loves when you show up to her dance practice. your always there for her moral support 🤭

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hobie is def v protective over you. he tries to make sure nothing happens to you EVER🗣️🗣️‼️‼️

you and hobie would constantly join riots, protests, marches, other stuff like that (BUT NOTHING ABOUT HOMOPHOBIA BC HE SUPPORTS)

you always sat in the front row to hobie’s show (lil ref from spiderman 3 🤭🤭) he would constantly glance at you to make sure ur alright. he even put you onstage once

hobie wants to make sure ur confident in urself so he would constantly give u some affirmations (self projecting). he constantly tells you how much he loves ur body and stuff like that 😜😜🫶🏿🫶🏿

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thanks so much for reading and tysm for almost 300 followers!

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

Gravity

Request: See below

Words: 2,393

Warnings: Angst, language, fighting, mentions of divorce (only the term)

Author's Notes: I really don't know why I wrote this one, I think I just needed some angst to get through my own feelings I've been struggling with lately.

“I want you to leave.” You clutched at your chest, your stomach in knots, the tears you tried so hard to hold back now falling freely. The only thing saving you was the fact that Jack had his back turned to you, and couldn’t see how much pain you were in. “I’m not going anywhere.” He didn’t even sound angry or frustrated, just done.

“Something is going on with you, and I don’t know how to help you. Or if you even want my help, but we can’t keep going on like this.”

Jack slipped off his sneakers as he settled onto the bed, taking his wallet and phone out of his back pocket, and placing them on the nightstand. He didn’t even get a chance to do this when he first got home, your argument from earlier that day picking up right where it left off when he walked through the door. It was late, you were both tired, but neither were willing to stand down for the sake of your relationship, your egos taking over.

You ran your fingers through your hair, trying to catch your breath. “Just go to your mom’s for a couple of days. I’ll tell Brooklyn you went on a work trip or something.” You hated that you were even suggesting that Jack should leave, but at this point you just needed some space. You could see his back tense up at your words.

“I said, I’m not going anywhere. If you have such a problem, you can go.” You scoffed, your face heating up from anger. Jack walked over to the closet, emerging back int the bedroom shirtless after a few seconds. He had welts and hives across his chest, the condition flaring up whenever he was stressed.

“You’re barely here anymore, I’m surprised you remembered where you live.” You were ready to exchange blows, not willing to pull any punches.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“When is the last time you were home for dinner, or to put Brooklyn to bed? She asks about you every night, Jack.” You wiped a rogue tear off your face with the back of your hand.

Jack stopped in his tracks. You, Brooklyn, and Aaliyah were always at the forefront of his mind, everything he did was for the three of you, but lately, he had been feeling the pressure of his career growing stale and had been spending a lot of time working on his music. Honestly, the weeks had blurred together, and he hadn’t realized he’d been gone that long. He usually relied on you to see when he was running on fumes and force him to slow down. He knew it was selfish, but everything he did started and ended with you; you had become his guiding light.

“What do you tell her?” He avoided eye contact with you, afraid to look at your face. He knew you were hurting, he didn’t need to see it for any confirmation.

“Do you mean, do I tell her that you care more about your stupid music career than you do your own family? No, I spare her the details.” You words were like venom, with the intention to kill.

“That’s not fair! All of these things you love so much, this house, the clothes you wear, the money that you fuckin’ love to spend”, Jack let out a humorous laugh, “my stupid music career pays for all of it!” He stabbed a finger into his chest, trying to cement his point; you were sure it was going to leave a bruise.” You’ve become pretty accustomed to this lifestyle; I work my ass off to provide for our family, so you don’t have to work.” He could feel his nails digging into the flesh of his palms.

“You don’t think I work? Who takes care of our daughters when you’re away for weeks at a time? Takes Brooklyn to school and to her dance classes, to your parents’ house every week so they can see their grandchildren. It sure as hell isn’t you.” The air in the room was stifling hot, you could barely breathe. You didn’t even know if you truly believed your words, or if you were just saying them to hurt him. You wanted to share this pain with someone else.

“This is the life you chose, Y/N, when you decided to marry me. I didn’t beg you to, you chose to; you don’t get to back out whenever you feel like it.” The silence in the room was daring to be broken, but you were at a loss for words.

“Wow. Just wow, Jack. I don’t even know what to say to you anymore. I didn’t realize you felt that way. That I was such a burden to you. You sound like such an asshole.” You pressed the palms of your hands into your eyes, trying to stave off an oncoming headache.

“And you sound jealous.” You both silently decided on the terms of the fight, agreeing not to pull punches, but Jack delivered the final blow. He sucked in a breath, as if he had a futile moment of clarity, immediately regretting the words as they left his mouth.  

“Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-“ he reached out to you, but you backed away, creating more distance between the two of you. “Don’t.” You held up a hand. “Just don’t.” You snapped your head toward the baby monitor at the sound of Aaliyah waking up, no doubt from the shouting match coming from two doors down. You grabbed it from the dresser, gripping it with such force the plastic threatened to snap in your hand.

“I want you gone, tonight.”

****

Jack ended up back at the studio that night, the couch becoming his makeshift bed. He always hated sleeping here, preferring to hold you in the comfort of his own bed, as the cushions felt as hard as a rock, but he didn’t dare to leave. You would have to answer his calls to tell him how much you hated him, so he would have to settle for punishing himself.

He always thought heartbreak was something that love-sick puppies said they experienced when they broke up with their first girlfriend in high school, but he could’ve sworn his heart was literally broke in two. He was always hanging on by a thread, carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, but he never realized how much you were carrying it with him until he was forced to stand on his own.

He shut his eyes tight, twisting his wedding band around his finger. He always promised you that he would never hurt you, that he would be your provider and protector, but he broke those promises in more ways than one. He made you feel like his love was conditional when that was the furthest from the truth.

****

He gave you a couple of days of space like you asked for, each passing day more agonizing than the one before. He spent most of the time just thinking about what he would say when he saw you again, but nothing ever sounded good enough.

He snuck into the house one morning when he was sure you were gone. The house was eerily quiet as he passed by the kitchen, heading toward the living room. “Daddy?” Brooklyn called for Jack as soon as she heard the door open. She rounded the corner, a huge smile on her face at her best friend finally returning home. “I missed you!” She wrapped her arms around his waist, and Jack had to do everything he could not to cry. “I missed you too, baby.” He bent down in front of her, taking her hands in his.

“Did you have a good work trip?” Her face was so innocent. She was of the age where she would believe anything you told her, and that made any lie that much more difficult, even if he thought it was protecting her. “It was good, baby.” He stroked her cheek, giving her the most genuine smile he could muster.

He made eye contact with you at the end of the hall as he stood up, a lump forming in his throat.

You wanted nothing more than for him to hold you, tell you that everything was going to be okay like he did every other time, but it seemed in vain.

“Hey.” You twirled your wedding ring around your finger as he walked closer to you.

He was dying to touch you, kiss you, anything.

“Hi”, he finally edged out, “I didn’t know you would be here. I just needed to grab something, and I’ll be gone.” You nodded, allowing him to walk past you.

“Brooklyn’s teacher asked for a parent-teacher conference tomorrow night. She asked for both of us to be there.” You called after him, not bothering to turn around. Jack stopped, letting out a sigh. “What time?”

“5:30”.

“Ok, I’ll be there.”

****

“I’m so sorry, he’s usually not late.” You gave Brooklyn’s teacher a tight-lipped smile, earning one in return. You looked at the time on your phone; 6:00. Jack was 30 minutes late. You shifted in the tiny plastic chair in front of her desk, pulling at the skin around your nails. “If we need to reschedule we can. I understand that schedules can be hectic.” Her eyes were sympathetic; she could probably see the exhaustion on your face. You hadn’t slept for more than two hours a night since Jack left. “Maybe that’s best.”

Jack busted through the door as you were gathering your things. “I’m so sorry, I just lost track of time.” He was lying; he had spent the last 30 minutes in the parking lot mustering up the courage to come in. Seeing you yesterday had only made things harder, and he wasn’t sure if he could do it again without breaking down.

“That’s okay, Mr. Harlow, please take a seat.” You watched Jack as he sunk down into the chair. His body looked just as worn-out as yours, like this fight was draining him just as much as it was you.

“I’m sure you’re wondering why you’re both here, and I want to assure you that Brooklyn is a very smart and well-behaved child.” You took a breath, the first all day. “I am concerned about her though. She’s been asking to go to the nurse’s office every day for the last week, and while I’ve let her go, the nurse did let me know that she’s been crying and complaining about a stomachache.” You looked at Jack, who’s gaze had been fixed on you the entire time. “Brooklyn hasn’t said anything about being sick when she comes home”, you responded, turning back to her. The teacher nodded in agreement.

“I’ve worked with kids a long time, and I know when they’re truly sick. I kept Brooklyn in for lunch today just to talk with her, and she said that the two of you were going through a divorce. Kids don’t always know how to express themselves with words, so sometimes those feelings will manifest themselves in illness or acting-“.

You held up a hand, stopping her words. “We’re not going through a divorce, I don’t know where she even learned that word.” You shook your head in disbelief, your mind searching for any time she might have heard you and Jack arguing.

“Mrs. Harlow, I’m not here to pry into your personal life, that’s none of my business, but maybe talking with Brooklyn will help to calm any worries. We have another child whose family is going through a tough time right now, and kids don’t always know how to process that information. She may be misreading the situation completely, but she’s a very smart child. I wouldn’t underestimate how much she can internalize.”

****

The two of you walked through the parking lot in silence. You finally allowed yourself to break down when you reached your car. You covered your mouth with both hands as you choked back sobs. “Oh my god, Jack. What have we done?” Jack raked his hands through his hair as he fought back his own tears. “Look, this is my fault. I’m gonna fix this, I promise, baby. I can’t believe I let this happen.” He was hyperventilating, his breathing constricted. You looked up at your husbands face, taking in how shattered he was for the first time since your fight.

“Hey, hey, Jack. Stop, you’re spiraling.” You tried to bring him back, but he was inconsolable. He dropped to his knees, his head in his hands. “I’m so, so sorry, baby.” You lowered yourself down, so you were face to face with him. “Baby, look at me”, you whispered, trying to pull his hands away from his face. “It’s okay.” He stood up suddenly, backing away from you.

“No, it’s not okay. You’re always doing that for me. I fuck things up, and then you put it back together, like it was never broken.” You traced his movements, your eyes watering all over again. “I want to do that for you. That’s what you do for the people you love.” You grabbed his arm, steadying him as he threatened to fall again.

“No. It’s not fair to you. You trusted me and I threw it right back in your face. This family only works because of the things you do. Lord knows I don’t contribute anything to it.”

“Jack, stop”, your voice was stern, forcing him to turn to you. “We both said a lot of things we didn’t mean. I’m sorry too. I know that you’ve been under a lot of pressure, and I didn’t make things any easier on you. You are fantastic husband and father, Brooklyn and Aaliyah need you, they love you so much. I need you.” Your grabbed his hand, intertwining your fingers.

“C’mere.” You pulled him into your body, cradling his head as he cried against your shoulder. You allowed your tears to fall silently down your face. “I just wanna come home.” You could barely make out his words as they were muffled against his coat, but they were exactly what you wanted to hear. Your fingers raked through the curls on the back of his head. “I know baby, let’s go home.”

****

Request from anon: Dad jack let’s say jack has been in a bad mood for the past week he hasn’t been home he sleeps wakes up eats and goes to the studio there kid is starting to notice even when jack doesn’t give y/n hello kisses or love bombing her anymore but it’s because she’s upset with him and won’t listen to her saying he needs to slow down and be with the family but there kid learned the new word from there friend which is divorced when there parents are gonna break up there child ends up telling there teacher my mom and dad are getting divorced and the teacher is concerned and calls in a meeting to meet with jack and y/n and ofc jack is late but they were never gonna get a divorce it’s just that jack was over working him self and hearing it from teacher was a wide opening because he fucked up and put work over his family

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[fulllmoonpills]

just watched a darling high school slime production of newsies. Race was the CUTEST little twink. During Brooklyn’s here, Spot pushed him out of the way like move bitch 🙄 but Race still demanded to stand within two feet of him (I’m thinking the actors HAD to be sprace shippers). Jack took his hat off like five times during Santa Fe. And all of the newsies responses to the erster line were comedy gold. AND LETTER FROM THE REFUGE!!! Davey kept putting his hands on his hips like a sassy karen. Jack was such a sad boy and I was SO into it. His little “Shut up.” after Davey tells him it’s good to have him back was ADORABLE

And the best part? Jack DANCED

here’s a little screencap of jack sitting on pultizers desk

[artistdinzel]

[peaches2217]

It's not unusual for Peasley to host extravagant parties. He's a people person, a Bean's Bean, and a skilled politician to boot. Parties are as much an excuse to mingle and have fun as they are an opportunity to strengthen bonds with nobles and the common people alike. Admittedly, Luigi's fascinated by his methodical approach to an activity typically considered gratuitous. It's a lot like Peasley himself: at first glance garish and full of himself, but shockingly thoughtful beneath the surface.

Some months into their courtship, Peasley invites him to his latest party at the capitol. In a first, it's a themed party; all guests are encouraged to dress in the fashions of the Metro Kingdom.

"I've always found it so charming," Peasley reasons, "all the colorful suits and elegant dresses!" And Luigi can't help but agree; from what Mario has described to him, a classy evening in the heart of the Metro Kingdom looks a lot like a high school prom in Brooklyn. (Or so they would presume. They didn't go to their senior prom. Long story.)

With no shortage of encouragement from his brother, Luigi gets himself a veridian suit, spends the day prior to the event in total isolation so he's got enough energy to survive the night, and then charges in head-first.

Peasley greets him outside of the hall where the excitement is being contained, and phew, he looks good. His gold hair is tied back for once, a thin braid running through it just above where his left ear would be if he actually had ears, and he's wearing a white suit that's equal parts tacky and enchanting, his rapier fastened to his right hip as usual. Luigi feels kinda woozy just looking at him.

He clings to Peasley's arm (or at least makes his best attempt to, being nearly a full foot taller than him) as he's led into the thick of the gathering. He expects Peasley to acquaint him with a few people, make sure he's comfortable enough to hold his own, and then split for short bursts of time to tend to his own royal matters.

Except he doesn't. Not once, not the entire night.

He proudly shows Luigi off to what must be every last guest in attendance, sparing no opportunity to divulge great detail about his heroic exploits (they mostly involve ghosts, because everyone already knows about the Cackletta incident), his great works of philanthropy (helping Toads repair pipes, fix roofs, and other assorted physical tasks in his free time), his unparalleled ability to coax life from unassuming seeds, filling entire gardens with color and cheer (he has successfully grown one (1) rose in his entire life, and he only managed because Peasley walked him through every step of the process).

Just listening — heck, just watching, seeing how proud Peasley looks to have Luigi on his arm, how he lights up at every chance to talk about him, how his name passes his lips with such reverence  — you'd think Luigi was the Crown Prince and Peasley was his unassuming date.

When he's not waxing lyrical about Luigi, he's feeding him tiny squares of cake (raspberry vanilla — his favorite!) or pouring another serving of punch into a champagne glass for him (coconut cream — also his favorite! That's lucky!); if he's not doing that, then he's pulling him into the middle of the room and sweeping him into graceful waltzes, the sort Luigi can only keep up with because 1) waltzes are all-in-all simple and predictable and 2.) Peach was insistent on teaching him the ins and outs of ballroom dancing just last week. All eyes are on them, and yeah, it's pretty overwhelming, but Peasley's just so happy that it's easy to get lost in the music with him.

But Luigi can only handle so much social interaction, and as soon as he starts focusing too hard on his hands and clicking his tongue in the back of his throat over and over, Peasley whisks him away to a private balcony for some fresh air.

"So?" he asks as Luigi decompresses from all the socialization. "Have you enjoyed your evening, my dear?"

Now that he's not surrounded by so much stimuli, Luigi can honestly say that yeah, he has! In spite of being the center of attention for most of it, he's never been able to enjoy himself at a party so much as he's enjoyed himself tonight. And now that he's away from it all, now that the music and the laughter are muffled someplace behind them and they're finally alone in the gentle night breeze, he's able to appreciate that in full.

And he's also able to think a little more clearly. This whole thing seems... off. Not unpleasantly so, but there's something going on, something beyond the straightforward premise presented to him initially. Why did Mario seem so eager for him to come to this gathering, when normally he would encourage Luigi to weigh the pros and cons of attending such a stamina-draining event? Why did Peach seem so eager to teach him all of the dances that he coincidentally found himself in tonight when she's normally so respectful of his need for personal space?

And why does Peasley seem so eager to hear more affirmations, smiling that I'm-so-terribly-pleased-with-myself smile and staring him down proudly as if he's just claimed some great victory?

"...Okay," Luigi finally chances, "what are you not telling me?"

Peasley, all but vibrating with excitement, finally spills everything.

In one of his letters, Luigi spoke of an old emotional wound from the world in which he was raised: he once tried asking a boy to his senior prom. This boy was a good friend, and he knew about Luigi's sexuality, so Luigi had foolishly assumed it was a risk worth taking. Even if he rejected his advances, there would be no hard feelings. Right?

Wrong. Very, very wrong. The friend was mortified to learn that Luigi had a crush on him. He proceeded to subject Luigi to an onslaught of insults and beration, in the middle of a busy hallway for everyone to hear, and by the end of it Luigi had lost both a friend and what little sense of self-worth he possessed.

By the following school day, the ex-friend had two fewer teeth, Mario had been both suspended and grounded for it, and Luigi had accepted he'd probably be alone for the rest of his life. The brothers spent the night of their senior prom playing video games together.

And hearing this tale, Peasley had been crushed. To be given something so sacred as this perfect human's heart and react with such vitriol! To fill him with such sorrow that he would be denied access to a pivotal coming-of-age ritual (which is absolutely what he believes this "prom" ordeal is)!

And that's why everyone was asked to wear fashions from or styled after the Metro Kingdom tonight. In speaking with Mario behind Luigi's back, Peasley learned that this "prom" ritual was much like a party, and that the clothing worn for the occasion greatly resembled Metro fashion. With that, Peasley set out to correct that ancient heartache.

This is Prom 2.0. This entire party is for Luigi.

And hearing it, Luigi is almost embarrassed he didn't figure that out sooner. The simple but intimate dances, the earnest flattery, the snacks and drinks in his favorite flavors — this was never one of Peasley's standard parties. This was one giant, carefully crafted, probably very expensive love letter from a prince to a plumber.

"But... but that was years ago!" Luigi eventually manages to stammer. He hardly even recalls telling that story in the first place. He never imagined it would have such an impact.

"That doesn't make it alright." Peasley palms at the handle of his rapier, dark eyes shining brightly in the moonlight. "My goal is to one day seek out the portal between our worlds so that I may deliver swift, karmic justice to he who so terribly wronged you! But until that day comes... I do hope this makes up for it."

Luigi realizes, not for the first time overall but for the first time with mind-numbing certainty, that he wants to marry this man.

Neither of them return to the party. They remain together beneath the moon, laughing and sighing and sharing dizzy words of love. Hey, it’s Luigi’s party, and he can play hooky if he wants to.

[soberscientistlife]

Louisa Jenkins smoking a cigarette as the police try to question her at a protest in 1957.⁣

—Louise Jenkins Meriwether, a novelist, essayist, journalist and social activist, was the only daughter of Marion Lloyd Jenkins and his wife, Julia. Meriwether was born May 8, 1923 in Haverstraw, New York to parents who were from South Carolina where her father worked as a painter and a bricklayer and her mother worked as a domestic.

After the stock market crash of October 24, 1929, Louise’s family migrated from Haverstraw to New York City. They moved to Brooklyn first, and later to Harlem. The third of five children, Louise grew up in the decade of the Great Depression, a time that would deeply affect her young life and ultimately influence her as a writer.

Despite her family’s financial plight, Louise Jenkins attended Public School 81 in Harlem and graduated from Central Commercial High School in downtown Manhattan. In the 1950’s, she received a B.A. degree in English from New York University before meeting and marrying Angelo Meriwether, a Los Angeles teacher. Although this marriage and a later marriage to Earle Howe ended in divorce, Louise continues to use the Meriwether name. In 1965, Louise earned an M.A. degree in journalism from the University of California at Los Angeles.

Meriwether was hired by Universal Studios in the 1950’s to became the first black story analyst in Hollywood’s history. Beginning in the early 1960’s, Meriwether also wrote and published articles in the Los Angeles Sentinel on African Americans such as opera singer Grace Bumbry, Attorney Audrey Boswell, and Los Angeles jurist, Judge Vaino Spencer. In 1967, Meriwether joined the Watts Writers’ Workshop (a group created in response to the Watts Riot of 1965) and worked as a staff member of that project.

Her first book, Daddy Was a Number Runner, a fictional account of the economic devastation of Harlem in the Great Depression, appeared in 1970 as the first novel to emerge from the Watts Writers’ Workshop. It received favorable reviews from authors James Baldwin and Paule Marshall. Daddy Was a Number Runner, is a fictional account of the historical and sociological devastation of the economic Depression on Harlem residents.

Meriwether followed with the publication of three historical biographies for children on civil war hero Robert Smalls (1971), pioneer heart surgeon, Dr. Daniel Hale Williams (1972) and civil rights activist Rosa Parks (1973). In addition to numerous short stories, Meriwether published novels, Fragments of the Ark (1994) and Shadow Dancing (2000). Louise Meriwether has taught creative writing at Sarah Lawrence College and the University of Houston. She is a member of the Harlem Writers Guild.

[8siangemini]

You Sly Cat Pt 3 (Miles Morales x Black Cat!Reader)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Summary: After a week of rumors going around school about you and Miles, Miles finally gives them something to talk about more. After dress shopping during the day your father’s assignment becomes more as it leads you to find out something all of Brooklyn questioned, the identity of Spider-Man.

Author’s Note: Sorry there wasn’t a lot to this chapter but I promise that the next chapter I’ll REALLYYYY pop off

“So you and me, dress shopping after school, right?” Roxie asks.

You are sitting in our last class of the day, AP physics. This past week you and Miles kept on giving each other glances and flirty smirks. By this point everyone has a rumor for you two in some shape or form. You two are dating, you two are friends with benefits, oh Morales was caught making out with golden girl after lights out. But you, Miles, and Roxie knew that none of those rumors were true. Except that we both knew we had a thing for each other.

“Yeah for sure,” You say with a smile as you are turned around in your seat to talk to Roxie. “I already know the exact dress I want.”

For a couple seconds you look at Miles in the corner of your eye. You see him already staring at you as you see one of his friends, Genke you think, trying to talk to him. You blush and quickly look away from him, embarrassed that he caught you trying to catch a glimpse of him. You look down at Roxie’s desk and she immediately notices your shyness towards him.

“Oh my god,” Roxie said annoyingly as drags the last word and you look at her in confusion. “You two have been giving each other hints for the past week. Everyone knows y’all want each other.”

You scrunch your face in anger at Roxie and slightly punch her arm. She holds her arm in fake pain.

“Come on, you two would be cute together.” Roxie says with a smile.

You begin to think about it again, having a relationship with Miles. Walking hand in hand with Miles as you two walk to class together, find handwritten notes inside of your locker in between classes, going on dates with Miles, getting Miles nice gifts, cuddling with Miles, kissing Miles. Without realizing a smiling crept onto your face as you fidgetted with one of your many rings on your fingers.

“You’re doing it again.” Roxie pulls you out of your daydreaming and back into the physics classroom.

“Doing what?” You asked out of confusion.

“Smiling thinking about how it would be like to date him.” Roxie explains as she points to Miles subtly. “We can all see that you two have a thing-“

Roxie immediately stops talking and you feel someone tap my shoulder. You turn back around to face forward and you see Miles face to face with you. His forearms are on your desk and he’s slumped over your desk. It was now that you realized how built he was through the school uniform with built shoulders. You look down at his hands and see a small piece of folded up paper in his hands. You look back up at him to meet his eyes. You begin to blush, feeling exposed to Miles after he has been staring directly at your face without saying anything.

“Hey,” Miles says.

“Hi,” You respond. He fondles the mystery piece of paper in his hand.

“I know this ain’t the ideal way or your standards of a proposal,”

‘Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god he’s asking me to the dance.’

He stood so close to you, almost in your personal space on your desk. Usually you would be pissed if it was someone else. But for some reason it felt fine with Miles, you felt flustered.

“But I was hoping that I could take you to the dance, as my date.” Miles says with a small smile as he looks at you with his head turned to the side slightly.

‘Oh my god he’s so fine.’

“Uhh y-yeah I would love to be your date to the dance, Miles.” You say with a wide smile. Miles looks at you slightly shocked by your respond. He then holds up the piece of paper between you and him.

“G-great! This is my number,” He waves the paper slightly. “Once you figure out what you’re gonna wear I’ll coordinate my suit with your dress.” He hands you the piece of paper and your nails drag over his finger gently.

“Sounds great!” You say with a wide smile. You begin fondling with the paper as Miles lingers in front of you.

‘Be bold come on! You can do it!’

“Maybe we can talk more about us besides the dance,” You begin with peaks Miles’ interest. “Maybe we can talk about more than just being each other’s dates-“

The bell rings.

‘Damn it’

You were mentally yelling at yourself, maybe also yelling at the bell for cutting you off. Everyone began to going back to their seats as the teacher got ready to teach. Miles begins to walk away while you were cursing at yourself for not continuing what you were going to say.

“I’d like that, (Y/n).” You look back up and see Miles looking over his shoulder with a smile on his face.

You give him a small nod with a smile. Once he completely turns away you let out your breath that you did not know you were holding in. You felt Roxie’s hands grab onto your shoulders and she shook you back and forth.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about.” Roxie whispers to you and she lets go of you and falls back into her seat. Her comment causes a smirk to creep onto your face.

You look down at the paper in your hand and you began to unfold it. As you unfolded it underneath your desk you felt eyes staring at you from the side of your head. You turn your head and you spot Miles look at your with a smile with his face in his hand. Your eyes widened and your stomach begins to flutter as Miles stares at your actions.

You continue unfolding the paper and your eyes widened. Another sketch of you but this time it was during you and Miles’ studio art class. This assignment was where the teacher put all of you in a circle and you got to decide who you got to sketch from the class. This sketch was of you with a large sketch pad in front of you from your side slightly. And on the bottom you saw a phone number, Miles’ phone number. A smile came to your face because not only did you get Miles’ number, you had also drew Miles for the assignment.

While the teacher was still talking you silently took out your sketchbook and flipped through the pages underneath your desk. After a couple of pages you find the sketch of Miles, handsome, slouched over his sketch pad, and looking down as he sketched. You smile again at the drawing as you hold your sketch and Miles’ side by side, finding it ironic how you two sketched each other without realizing it.

You turn back to look at Miles and see him still eyeing your every actions. You flash him a smile once you tore out the drawing and folded it up. You put everything back into your backpack and draw your attention back to the teacher.

“And Mr. Morales,” You all look at Miles as he quickly tears his eyes off of you and looks at the teacher on edge. “Could I please have your undivided attention as much as you do for Ms. (L/n) here.” The teacher says as he raised his hand towards you.

The class begins to chuckle, including you, as a blush crosses your face as you look at Miles and see his face buried into his arms.

“Yes sir, sorry.” Miles responds.

Once the bell rang you and Roxie quickly packed your things and before you walked out the door with Roxie you headed towards Miles. Miles was standing with his backpack on his seat and you held up the folded piece of paper.

He looked at you slightly confused as you held the paper in front of him.

“Just something ironic.” You say with a smile. Hesitantly, he takes it from your hand. “And I’m gonna be getting my dress now so I’ll text you tonight.”

He holds the piece of paper in his large hands and looks at you with a smirk.

“Sounds good linda.” Miles says as the last word rolls off of his tongue so smoothly.

Before you could say anything you quickly turned away out of embarrassment. Roxie notices your shyness and a smirk comes to her face. Once you make it to her side and you two walk out of class she speaks up.

“Morales got golden girl wrapped around his finger.” Roxie says as she waves her index finger around in a circle motion. You roll your eyes.

“Please, Miles asked me to the dance and gave me his number.” You say with slightly cocky smirk. “I didn’t do shit.”

Both of you go quiet as you two head towards the entrance of the school.

“But Morales still got you hella flustered.” Roxie remarks as you two exit the school.

You roll your eyes once again. Your guys’ walk to the dress shop was short and peaceful. The dress shop was filled with racks of dress assorted by color, the cite made you happy. Shopping always made you happy no matter what. But of course, steal made you more happy. But this was the kind of thing that you knew you could not steal, especially since you are going to be wearing it in public.

You and Roxie went your separate ways and you headed towards the black dresses. You began going through the dresses on the rack but once you went through the whole rack you were disappointed to not find the dress you wanted. A worker notices you in the store and walks up to you.

“Is there anything I can help you find?” She asks you.

“Yes actually, there was a dress I saw you guys carry on your website but I couldn’t find it here. Could you help me find it?” You ask her.

“Of course, what is the designer?” The worker questions with a smile.

“Thierry Mugler.” You respond with a matching smile.

The worker looks at you slightly surprised but she soon put her smile back on her face.

“Dresses like that we keep in the back,” She explains. “What size would you like?”

“A size (your size) please.”

She walks away and you head towards the waiting area of the fitting rooms. You sat on one of the cushioned seats and while you waited you took out Miles’ drawing and your phone. You created a contact for Miles in your phone and began typing a text.

‘Hey this is (Y/n)’

Your heart began race and you thumb lingered over the send button. After a few seconds you finally send it. You close your phone immediately, slightly scared is Miles would answer you or not. But quickly a ding comes from your phone.

‘Hey (Y/n) wyd’

‘Getting my dress rn wbu’

“Here it is.” Just then the lady comes out holding a hanger with a black dress cover covering the dress. You put your phone into your bag and stand up. She unzips the bag slightly and you come to see a black velvet dress with a crystal bodice around the low neck of the dress.

You were in awe. You brought your fingertips as you gently traced the crystals that almost formed shard-shaped patterns on the velvet black dress. You looked at the lady as you felt the soft material of the dress.

“If you do not mind I would like to try it on.” You say. The lady begins handing you the dress in the hanger.

“Oh of course!” She says as she heads towards one of the curtained fitting rooms.

You follow her as you snack up your backpack. She opens one up and you go in and thank her. You undress yourself from your uniform and carefully take the dress out of the cover. You slip it up your body and zip it in the back as it fitted perfectly. It was a beautiful fitted dress that reached the ground and had a slit down the middle. You unzip your backpack to get your phone and see a notification from Miles. Your heart flutters slightly but you quickly go to your camera and take a quick picture of yourself in the dress.

Once you were satisfied with the pictures you throw you phone into your bag. You take off the dress and put it back in the hanger and put your uniform back on. You head towards the lady that helped you and hanged her the dress.

“I’ll take it.”

——

“Miles who are you texting?”

Miles quickly snapped up from his phone screen to look at his mother cooking dinner while he sat on the couch. He faced his mom but eyed his phone in embarrassment. His ears began to feel hot.

“N-no one.” Miles stutters.

Just then his dad walks into the apartment while he locked the door behind him.

“Hey Miles did you ask that girl today?” His father announces.

As his dad turned around his mom looked at him in shock and looked at Miles. As both of his parents stared at Miles as he looked at both of them with wide eyes as his fingers lingered on top of his phone screen. His mother turns her body towards him with one of her hands on her hip.

“Miles ¿qué chica?” (Miles, what girl?)

“Una chica de mi clase de art and physics.” (A girl from my art and physics class) Miles began to panic.

“And what did you ask her that I don’t know?” Rio asks as she looks at Miles’ dad and then back at Miles.

“You didn’t tell your mother?” Jeff asks as he points to Rio. Jeff then looks at Rio. “He asked a girl to his dance next Friday.”

Silence fell in the room as the two parents look at Miles. Rio’s eyes begin to shine just slightly in excitement. Just then a ding comes from his phone. Jeff then points to Miles.

“Did you get her number too?” He asks in shock and slightly proud of his son. Miles nods meekly with a smirk.

“Well who is she? What’s her name? Do we know her?” Rio began to bombard Miles with questions, slightly mad her son did not tell her. Miles’ mouth began to feel dry as he began to feel nervous.

“Her name is (Y/n) (L/n)-“

“¿Esperar como Walter (L/n)?” (Wait like Walter (L/n)?) Rio interrupts her son. “¿Como la hija del millonario Walter (L/n)?” (Like the millionaire Walter (L/n)’s daughter?)

She then looks at Jeff in shock who looks at her in equal amounts of shock.

“Did you know this?”

“No I didn’t know none of this!” Jeff looks at Miles in shock. “You didn’t tell me the girl you taking to the dance is (Y/n) (L/n), Walter (L/n)’s daughter.”

As the two parents stared at their son Miles could only feel exposed as the two stared at him in shock. Jeff then chuckles a little which draws attention of his wife and son.

“My son’s date is (Y/n) (L/n).” Jeff affirms as he looks at Rio with a small smile. “Oh my god,” Jeff’s hands go up to his head. “My son is taking out the Walter (L/n)’s daughter!”

——

“I have another assignment for you (Y/n).” Your father states as you stand in front him, ready to go and jump out of your window to start the night. You give your father a nod. “Spider-Man’s nightly route.”

“You are going to follow Spider-Man tonight and figure out his nightly route. It is most likely he will start soon,” He says as he walks up to your balcony window looking out into the city. “Once it goes dark he will be out. I have suspected that he lives somewhere in the apartment buildings on the street where your school is. You will start on that street and find him.”

You father pulls out a small black pin out of his pocket and extends his hand towards you. You walk up to him and take it out of his hand and you begin examining it.

“That is a tracking device. You will wear that and as you follow him I will mark out your coordinates.” Your father explains.

You pin the tracking device on your chest and you walked over to your window next to your father. He was a powerful man and even his physique and demeanor was powerful. He could make a whole room tremble. With his powerful demeanor and your late mother’s beauty you were a force to be reckoned with.

You opened the windows and you and your father took in the sight. The bright orange sun just meeting the horizon as the dark black and blue sky began blanketing the bright sky. The sirens of police cars filled the city and flocks of birds flew over the skyline.

You stood by your father’s side as he began crossing his arms. You were tensed like you were ready for a race and your father was calling the shots. You were ready, hungry to achieve your mission. And in a breathy tone your father spoke.

“Go.”

And like a predator you ran out of your window, hopped on the balcony, and leaped down with your legs tucked and arms back. You were ready as always. But something about being so secretive made you so accelerated.

You made it to the street of your school and waited. You were not sure what you were waiting for but you knew you were waiting for the black and red suited Spider-Man. You were on the side of a building in an alleyway with your small grappling hook hanging you off of the side. Just then you see your target swing by with some sort of hand food on his hand and his mask half up.

You smirked to yourself and you soon push off of the wall and project yourself onto the top of the building. You begin running across the top of the buildings as you continue following your dear Spider-Man.

——

Throughout the whole night you continued keeping an eye on Spider-Man and took note of any special notes you would need. Near the beginning of his patrol he goes to Lenny’s bodega, once it goes dark he goes to the middle of Brooklyn, and so on.

It was finally the end of the night which ended around 2 o’clock. You yourself was tired but you knew you needed to finish this before you could go back home. You ended up on the same street as where you started. You planted yourself on your stomach on top of one of the buildings as you eyed the man swinging through the street.

You knew it was coming to an end and you could gladly go home and get to that bed but something made you stay. Something your father said made you stay.

‘I have suspected that he lives somewhere in the apartment buildings on the street where your school is.’

You could go the extra mile and find out who the great Spider-Man is. You could find out the great secret everyone has been wondering ever since this new Spider-Man arose after Peter Parker’s death.

The man on your mind finally swings by and lands on the side of an apartment building. You have seen this apartment building before you would always pass by it whenever your driver drove you to school on Mondays. He flings through a window on the third floor and closes the window behind him.

You shoot your grappling hook towards the top of the building and it soon retracts as it brings you close to the building. You land on the top of the building and you use you hook again and hook it on the building. You crawl your way down to the third level window and you peak through the window.

The room was filled with posters of different music artists and art. You recognized that art style. In the middle of the room stood Spider-Man as you stared at his muscular back. You continued to examine the room and the more you looked at the items the more you began to recognize them. Red Air Jordan 1’s at the foot of his bed, a large black puffer on the chair of his desk filled with markers and sketches, and a Visions Academy uniform.

This was one of your classmates, someone you knew and saw everyday. Your heart began to rush, you knew Spider-Man, you walked pass him everyday, you may have even talked to him.

Just then Spider-Man draws his hands up to the hem of his mask. Your eyes felt like they were about to burst out of your skull as you kept your eyes on the face under the mask. The mask flips off and you are faced with a head full of dark coils. He walks towards his bed and hops and flips over to lay down on it.

The room was dark until he reached for his phone and the screen brightness revealed his face. Your heart sunk to your gut, you stomach started to twist and turn, you didn’t understand how to feel as you saw his face. You had discovered the identity of the hero behind the mask. The hero you had this tension with that could be cut like butter. The hero that you had made such confident moves on throughout your interactions. It was the same face you were just face to face with today in your AP physics class. Miles.

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