I’m Having Thoughts About The Boys Who Have A Crabby, Bad Attitude Girlfriend

CIGARETTES AFTER TEXTS

think i like you best when you're just with me, and no one else.

to him, she was the equivalent of hearing your favourite song for the first time, memorising the lyrics, mesmerised by the melody and instruments that you forget what you were doing in the first place. to her, he was a hardcore fan who had wayyy too many band t-shirts. such different lives, yet fate brought them together after maki scored a hot girls number.

pairing: megumi x f!rockstar!reader

status: ongoing!

tags: megumi is a fan, megumi wears band tees religiously, yn is a guitarist and a singer, yn is a year older than megumi, swearing!!, toge slander, yn and yuta are co-parenting maki and toge, megumi nobara and yuji are huge fans, megumi the most obv, crack, fluff, smau

taglist: open!

INTRODUCTIONS: solitaire | the big three

CLOSETS: yn's closet

PLAYLISTS: solitaires discography

MOODBOARDS: solitaire | yn | megumi

chapter one: historians will call them friends

chapter two:

chapter three:

ITS JUST A KISS

Monoma… is broke. That is, until, he starts working part time in Recovery Girl’s office by copying her quirk. It’s all going well until a certain someone shows up with injuries that need to be healed…

inspired by this post! monoma x fem!reader, fluff <3

word count: 1.6k (!!!)

“Kirishima, Y/n— you’re up next.” 

Y/n takes in a deep breath before she steps onto the platform. Today’s class is combat practice, and students were put in pairs assigned by Mr. Aizawa. Y/n’s up against Kirishima— and he’s great! But that’s the problem. He’ll definitely be a tough opponent. 

“Whoever gets the other to step off the platform first— or to surrender, will win.” 

Kirishima gives Y/n a determined grin as he hardens his arm, and Y/n returns the favor as she powers up her own quirk. 

“And… fight!” 

Kirishima throws a punch, Y/n dodges. Y/n kicks Kirishima’s leg. Kirishima gets a hit in on Y/n’s side, then Y/n punches him right in the chest. It goes on like this, each of them landing hits one after the other. Everyone is watching the fight closely, excited to see who will win in the end. Then, a loud noise is heard, causing Y/n to turn her head. 

“I am here!” All Might exclaims, and Y/n gets a tiny bit distracted from her fight because, hello, it’s All Might! 

Wait, focus— fangirl about All Might later! She looks back over to Kirishima, and his hand flies right out to her face. She stumbles backward, and falls onto the green grass next to the platform. Right out of bounds. 

“Kirishima wins this round.” Aizawa says, “Y/n, are you okay?” 

“Yeah…” Y/n didn’t hit her head on the ground or anything, but she puts her hand on her forehead and sees that it has some blood on it. 

“Ah, shit. Sorry Y/n! I didn’t mean to hit your head like that, it wasn’t very manly of me.” Kirishima offers his hand out and helps Y/n stand up. 

“That’s okay,” she smiles, “nothing Recovery Girl can’t fix later. Good fight!” 

The cut on her head wasn’t bad enough to cause great concern, but Aizawa sent Y/n down to Recovery Girl’s office anyways. 

Dang, I really wanted to see Momo go up against Uraraka, Y/n thinks as she knocks on the door to the nurses office. 

“Come on in.” A voice— definitely not Recovery Girl’s voice, says. Y/n cautiously opens the door, only for her eyes to meet—

“Monoma?!” 

“Y/n? How delightful to see you here!” Monoma welcomes her inside, warm smile on his face, but Y/n is still skeptical. 

She crosses her arms. “What are you doing here?” 

“Recovery Girl was kind enough to let me work part time in the nurses office.” Monoma smirks, “The best part about it is that I get to see how many of you 1-A idiots end up in here injured! Not nearly as many Class B students get hurt like—“ 

“Now, now, calm down Monoma. You’re supposed to be helping.” Recovery girl says, and Y/n tries her best not to laugh. “Heal her cut for me, will you dear?” 

Monoma’s smug demeanor seems to fall, his eyes going wide as his head turns to Recovery Girl. “Heal her? But— it’s just a small cut!” 

“Wait, how would he heal me?” Y/n cuts in. 

“Well, as you know, Monoma here can copy quirks,” Recovery girl explains, “I’ve had him copy my quirk so he could heal non-emergency people. This way I can go be right on the scene of classes like yours, where bad injuries are prone to happen.” 

…Interesting. Besides his quirk, Monoma is the least suitable student to be helping out like this. From what Y/n has seen, Monoma only likes to help his classmates, and definitely notClass 1-A. 

“Speaking of, I’m off to find your class now. They’re outside on the platform left of the main building, yes?” 

Y/n nods. “Take good care of our patients, Monoma!” The door closes behind Recovery Girl as she leaves the nurses office.

And now it was just the two of them. 

Monoma sighs. “Sit.” He says, pointing towards one of the doctor’s beds in the room. 

He always has so much attitude, Y/n thinks, but she sits where he told her to anyways. She would leave, but it’s probably not the best idea to leave her cut unattended. 

Stupid Monoma. His ‘I’m-better-than-you’ attitude and that smug smirk that’s always on his face is so… ugh. If he was less of an asshole, he’d be cute. 

Wait, what am I even saying??

Monoma isn’t cute. He’s not. Y/n hasn’t thought that, not even for a second—

“Damn girl, this cut’s worse than I thought.” Y/n almost jumps at the sound of Monoma’s voice next to her. He stands in front of Y/n, placing various medical items down next to her. When he’s done with that, he frowns. “Who did this to you?” 

Y/n studies Monoma’s expression. Usually he’d be teasing her, saying that with his idiotic smirk on his face. Call her crazy, but he almost looks… worried? Weird. 

“Kirishima,” She answers, “it was an accident though! I got distracted and his hand slipped.” 

Monoma grunts in— understanding? Disapproval? Y/n doesn’t know. 

“Idiot.” Monoma mutters, and Y/n’s not sure if he’s talking about her or Kirishima. His hand taps Y/n’s thighs. “Spread out your legs.”

She gives him a suspicious look. “My cut’s on my head, dummy.” 

“Yeah, no shit,” He pushes her legs apart himself, and then he stands between them. “See? Now I can get to your cut easier. Dummy.” 

Monoma takes a wet cloth and starts to clean around the cut and he— well, he smells nice. That might seem like a random thing to say, but he is right up in Y/n’s face right now, which is being flooded with the smell of subtle cologne. He just smells nice. 

Y/n usually keeps her distance from this guy, but he isn’t that bad up close. The Monoma that Y/n sees right now isn’t the obnoxious little shit that’s always talking trash about 1-A, but a concerned… classmate? Friend? 

And, Y/n has to admit to herself, maybe he’s a little cute. Just a little bit. It’s totally the blue eyes— or the hair. Or the voice— Okay, not gonna think about that anymore. 

Monoma puts the cloth down, his eyes meeting Y/n’s. “I’m gonna kiss you.” 

“What?!” Y/n exclaims, her face quickly turning pink. Where the hell did that come from? Monoma just laughs. He gently takes Y/n’s face in his hands and kisses her forehead. 

Wait. Copying Recovery Girl’s quirk… he was just kissing me to heal my cut, that makes sense! Y/n hadn’t realized that until now. 

His quirk must’ve malfunctioned somehow, though, because that kiss didn’t make Y/n feel better. It made her heart start beating really fast, and— is it hot in here? Because Y/n definitely feels hot. 

Oh. 

Monoma’s smirk appears back on his face. “Y/n, are you blushing? Aww! Want me to kiss you again?” 

“Shut up!” Y/n’s eyes go to anywhere in the room, just not on him. Shit, she can’t like Monoma! The guy that, like, all of your friends hate? That hates you? Well, isn’t that just great. 

Monoma’s still standing where he has been, right in Y/n’s space. It’s not helping. She finally decides to look back at him, because he probably should have moved away by now. He really should, before Y/n does something that she’d regret. 

“Oh,” He says simply, taking Y/n’s left hand in his. “You’re bleeding here too.” He wipes the blood off of Y/n’s hand with a cloth, then presses his mouth to her palm. Another kiss, yet there wasn’t even a cut on her hand. That was just blood from her forehead. 

“Um… there’s no cut on my hand.” Y/n points out, and Monoma just nods. 

“Great observation, Y/n,” He teases, “I’m aware of that. I just wanted to see if your face could get any redder.” 

Y/n rolls her eyes. “You’re gonna have to try harder than that to get me to blush.” She says, despite her now red face. 

“Alright then,” Monoma starts, leaning in just a little bit closer. “guess I’ll have to keep trying then.”

“I…” Before Y/n can stop herself, she glances down at Monoma’s lips. I’m about to do something stupid, aren’t I? “Y-“

“Y/n! Are you in there?” Ochako knocks on the door, startling both Y/n and Monoma. Y/n quickly stands up as she walks into the room. “…Monoma? What are you doing here?” 

“Oh, Ochako! Who won your match?” Y/n asks, partly to take the attention off of her but mostly because she’s curious. 

Ochako grins and puts her hands on her hips. “Me! Momo was quite the tough opponent though, I just barely won…” She shrugs. “Speaking of class, Aizawa sent me to find you. We should hurry back, Deku and Bakugo are up next!”

If you know Izuku and Bakugo, you know that this fight is going to be intense. It’ll definitely be entertaining to watch too, which is why Ochako grabs Y/n’s hand and starts to lead them back to class. 

Y/n tries to look over her shoulder at Monoma, but Ochako closed the door on their way out. 

“Hey, what was Monoma doing in there?” Ochako asks. 

Almost kissing me, Y/n thinks, but she probably shouldn’t say that. “He’s… working for Recovery Girl. Copied her quirk and stuff.”

“Whatt? I never would’ve imagined him as a nurse, he doesn’t seem like the type of guy to help others like that…” 

Y/n nods in agreement. He didn’t seem like her type either, yet here he was making her all flustered. 

Seriously, out of all people, Neito Monoma?

You’re an idiot, Y/n. 

should I make a part 2? 🤭

After a few busy days, I take a quick sketch break!

A request where Miguel’s daughter and miles are a thing but maybe like a rivalry to lovers typa trope

♱ — DON'T CALL ME THAT

pairing: e!1610!miles x afrolatina!fem!reader genre: enemies to lovers warnings: minor violence, make-out session guest stars: miguel o'hara, hobie brown, pavitr prabhakar, peter & mayday parker now playing: puppet - tyler, the creator CHARACTERS ARE AGED TO 17

summary: miguel was your adoptive father. you were lucky enough to also be granted with spider-like abilities, but miguel refused to let you actually go into battle and such for your own safety. you were cool with a lot of people but there was one in particular that you were taught to hate.

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It was around two o'clock in the morning when you snuck out of your penthouse. You knew it was wrong but you felt you had every right to do it, especially when you feel trapped in your own home all the time.

You never got out. You were raised to think the outside world was dangerous and that everything you'll ever encounter was out to get you. Better yet, kill you.

Tangled was your favorite movie because you related to it on a deeper later, though you never thought of your father as Mother Gothel. It was rude of you to compare your father to a villain.

Your father, Miguel, was also out on patrol and you knew exactly who he was with. Your only friends, Hobie, Peter and Pavitr. You would sometimes a feel a matter of resentment towards your father.

He got to go out and have all the fun while you stayed at home in your room all day. Whenever you got bored, you'd spend your time designing your own spider suit.

You knew the day would come when you'd finally be able to do what your father does, but you never knew when. Your spider suit was coloured white and pastel blue.

Once you crawled your way to the top of the building you slipped on your mask before taking a big leap off. In the midst of falling you closed your eyes, adoring the breeze.

Adrenaline rushed through your veins as you knew what you were doing was morally wrong, but it excited you. You're no longer a kid, you're tired of being kept a secret.

From the distance you seen minor explosions. That was where your father and friends were. You knew that because of how far they were, you'd be fine.

Suddenly, you felt a tingle. This tingle caught you completely off guard in the midst of swinging from building to building. With that, you fell into an alley and landed pretty hard.

You heard footsteps approaching behind you and immediately you turned around frightened by this, webbing them to the wall. This alley was dimly lit so it was hard to make out who or what you had just webbed.

"I see why your dad doesn't let you fight," the voice laughed.

You stormed up to the person webbed and ripped off their mask. All of your previous tension was eased when you noticed it was just Miles Morales, your sworn enemy.

"Hi mami," he smirked.

Miles was somebody you were taught to hate and stay away from, vice versa. But gosh, why did the person you declared your enemy have to be so damn attractive?

From his hair, to his eyes, to his entire face to his voice—you loved it all. You loved the way he spoke to you. Nothing but a light touch sends chills down your spine.

"Don't call me that," you groan.

"Quit liking it then," he says with that same stupid smirk.

You rolled your eyes and crossed your eyes, locking eyes with the boy. His low eyes could burn holes into your skin with the way that he was looking at you.

He magically came undone out of the webs and started walking up to you, backing you up into the wall behind you. His hands slowly slid around your waist.

His left hand reached for your mask, slowly ripping it off your head and smiled when he was met with your actual face.

"You look so beautiful, ma," he muttered under his breath.

"I said don't call me that."

He chuckled, "You love when I call you that."

Your hand was yet to slap him across the face but before you could, he webbed it to the wall. You grew furious, but you were weakening at his touch.

"Bite me," you snapped.

"Gladly."

You couldn't use your other hand to push him as he was being sneaky and already webbed it. So you resorted to using your entire body to push him but failed miserably.

Miles smirked once again. He begins inching closer towards you, immediately aiming for your neck where he'd then starts kissing along it. He took 'bite me' literally.

"Don't leave marks," you mumble and you feel him smiling against your neck.

You knew he wasn't going to listen to you. He rarely ever does. You were growing weaker for him by the second and you hated it, but deep down you secretly loved it.

"Don't tell me what to do, mi vida," he replies against your neck.

"But-"

"I don't care," is all he says.

You were going to speak, but were then cut off when he nips at a certain spot that makes you shiver and let out a small, involuntary moan.

Miles focuses on that spot for some time, sucking and nipping until he pulls back to admire his work. He smirks in satisfaction when he sees the mark beginning to form, then lets his eyes meet yours.

"We shouldn't be doing this, loco," you mumble.

Miles cocks an eyebrow, "I disagree. You want this just as much as I do, so we should."

You remained silent. You couldn't argue with that logic. When you don't say anything in protest, Miles takes this as the chance to lean in and connect your lips.

His hands were rested on your hips while your lips moved in perfect sync. Your hands broke out of the webs and you finally pushed him off of you, trying to catch your breath.

You internally blush when you see the way Miles is staring at you, his eyes seeming a darker brown than usual.

"What?"

"I told you to quit with the flirty shit," you replied annoyedly, wiping the excess gloss off of your lips.

"Yeah, but then you kissed me. Mixed signals, preciosa," he smirks.

You rolled your eyes before looking up and getting an idea. With that, you swung your way to the top of the building you previously fell from. It wasn't that high, but it was a great escape from Miles.

Your stomach was still filled with butterflies from the kiss you had just shared with him. It kind of made you smile a bit too, but you immediately shrugged it off when you caught yourself in the act.

When you landed in an area surrounded by trees, you were sure you escaped. You hid behind one of the trees looking out into the distance, positive that Miles had no idea where you went.

"You know, you're really bad at this," Miles chuckled.

You turned around startled at the fact that he was standing right behind you.

"God, I really fucking hate you," you mumble.

"I love you too, mami."

"I told you to stop calling me that," you say in a low voice as you get in his face, trying with everything you have to not look at his lips.

God, those lips.

"I still think you like it," he replies and stands his ground, not breaking the intense eye contact being shared as you try to stare him down.

Even though your mind is screaming not to, your eyes drift down to those magnificent pair of lips that have been infesting your thoughts since you shared that kiss earlier.

"I can tell you wanna kiss me again," he says smugly and you deeply felt defeated and wanted to say yes, but still, you stood your ground.

With that, you kick him in the stomach and make a run for it. You were stood in the middle of the road, certain that you got away. Suddenly you were blinded by lights and put your hands to your eyes to see what it was.

You were pulled away from the road by a web and immediately were wrapped in Miles' embrace. You watched as the speeding car drove away into the distance.

"Fuck ma, you scared me!"

"Shut up! I knew that was gonna happen...you're the one that's not supposed to be here," you lied.

You remove yourself from his embrace and continue to walk and like a puppy, Miles followed behind you. The sound of your fathers voice began to get closer.

You immediately turned around, pulling Miles along to hide with you in the nearest bush. You knew you were fucked when you heard him nearby.

You were fucked the moment you looked next you, seeing as Miles was again staring you down with hearts practically forming in his eyes.

Your father would've killed not only him but you too, considering the fact that he's always warned you about Miles. You began panicking. You had no idea how you were going to get yourself out of this one.

Miles watched the look of worry appear on your face and pulled you closer to him. You didn't care about a single thing at the moment. You rested your head on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat instantly calming you down.

Your father was stood right in front of the bush you and Miles hid in. Your eyes drifted down to his feet and noticed your mask in front of his feet.

Your hands flew to your mouth. You hoped he wouldn't look down to see it. From afar you noticed Hobie looking directly at the two of you, even noticing the mask in front of your fathers feet.

With that, Hobie quickly and quietly used his webs to bring the mask towards him. Your father quickly ran off, continuing his battle with the others.

Hobie sprinted over to the bush where you two then stood up looking incredibly guilty.

"Y/n you're insane for this, but big ups to you going against your fathers wishes. I don't believe in obedience," he chuckled.

"I always knew you guys had a thing, but this confirmed it," Pavitr blurted out, startling you and Miles.

Hobie's eyes drifted down to your neck where he sees the mark that Miles had left previously and was going in to touch it when Miles' arms wrapped around you.

"You should make your way home, mama. We'll take it from here," he says, pressing a kiss against your cheek that you immediately wiped off.

"Yeah, make your way home and get a cold spoon," Hobie joked, earning a web to his mouth from you.

Hobie and Pavitr both ran away, leaving you and Miles alone once again. Miles gave you one last kiss before backing up to go into battle with the others.

"Oh and mama, leave the window open. I'll come see you tonight!" He shouted before swinging off into the distance.

Supermodel

| ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ

Katsuki bakugou picks up his model girlfriend after a show.

TW- literally softness, no swearing i think, paparazzi?, PDA.

Modelling was something you do as a hobby, born into what was consider a wealthy family you really didn’t need to do a job considering the amount of unnecessary money you held under your name and With what was considered a dream life, dream job, and a perfect boyfriend.

Katsuki was always your number one fan, as you were his, he was there at almost every show backstage and at the front row. You never blamed him for not always being there, being the number one pro hero was a tiring job and requires him to be able at all times, plus the extra attention you get from him to make up for not being there only makes it better.

Today was just another runway show, Katsuki couldn’t make it as he was being held up my some villain, which is okay as he informed you that he’ll be waiting at the back door to pick you up after. you usually liked to be in the present but you couldn’t help but want this to hurry up so you can see your “lover boy” (as your friends would call him). The walk was smooth with no errors, after all you were known as the best in the industry. after the final walk you quickly changed out of clothes into the silk dress you wore on your way here, it was comfortable yet classy, an emerald coloured 3/4 dress. you bid farewell to the workers and your friends, speeding through the halls to the back gate. as the door opens the chilly air hits you, you walk a little down the rather wide alleyway only to find katsuki leaning after his car, it appears he’s changed out of his hero costume into.. dress pants? that was uncharacteristic of him. he smiles as he notices you walking up to him, “hey katsu” you said, “new fit huh, i like it” you continued checking him out. “yea, wanted to take you out, i’m glad you like it sweetheart ” he said as he gave you a kiss.

“come on let’s get you out of here” he ushers you into the passenger seat of his ridiculously expensive car, driving with one hand never leaving your thigh. “how was the show pretty?” he asks as he comes to a stop infront of a large building, “ it was good i guess, boring without you in the front row though” you say as the valet key opens your door, you watch as katsuki hands him the key and walks around the car to you. “that’s why i’m here to make up for it my sweet girl” he says as he wraps his arm around your waist and nudges your cheek with his nose, his voice rough but tone soft. during the start of your relationship you often got whiplash at how katsuki’s behaviour changes around you, but this was his way to showing you that he loved you. that you weren’t like everyone else, that you were special, and that to him you were the world.

The evening spent with him was pleasant, the food was your favourite, katsuki knowing your taste like the back of his hand made sure to reserve the best restaurant, a spot with a stunning view and him constantly drowning you in his affections. both of you isolated in your own love bubble failing to realise the amount of footage paparazzi was able to get of you. needless to say, you, society’s IT girl, and number one Pro Hero Dynamight were trending for atleast a week after the incident, fans were swooning over the nations power couple and katsuki’s uncharacteristic softness that only makes it appearance with you.

YESSS also what happened to uwu-iwanttodie ?? i went back to their blog a week and nothing !!

why is loterally every single tenya fic in the top posts all FUCKING SMUT. i really need to come back huh the tenya lovers have become thirsty and famished and TOO HORNY ..... ill be doing more research on the tenya iida fic and hcs industry 😎🤏..... 😧🕶......

it all went downhill after uwuiwanttodie retired... what has this world come to

he should've been at the club im going to throw up

sugar, mitsuki & masaru.

560. fluff. in love with katsuki’s parents in a fond way. their dynamic is every important to me. masaru loves his wife so much and you should too. ( threat )

mitsuki makes her way into the kitchen just as the digital clock strikes 7.

it’s moments like these, suspended in time, that masaru truly gets to admire his wife’s serenity. mair a mess from rolling straight out of bed, robe sloppily hanging off one shoulder, and the matching house slippers katsuki surprised the two of them with two christmas’ ago that she refuses to throw out adorning her feet. unmistakably her.

he smiles into his coffee and she throws him a look.

“what.” bitten off with a yawn and tapered off into something soft. unmistakably her.

“nothing, nothing,”

he sets to making her own cup and she smiles at him gratefully, pillow lines curving into her cheek just barely. and when he stirs milk into her coffee under her watchful gaze—very particular about the amount, she was—he realizes he’s smitten. a love born from the most uncanny of pairs held steadfastly for many years, and here he was, cheeks reddening at the thought of having a crush on his wife.

mitsuki sends him the second odd look of the morning. It's only been six minutes.

he clears his throat. “creamer?”

“mhm,”

he’s asked what it’s like ‘dealing with her’ a lot, lines blurred between joke and concern. and while he can agree that the two of them do make for a sight to behold, he’d do it all over again and still choose her. they didn’t see the funny faces she makes when she’s on the phone with a client she absolutely loathed, or the way she lit up at the sight of small dogs, or the hidden pride she had whenever someone talked about their son.

he’s mellowed out, now, she’d commented once with a faint sigh. he hadn’t missed the way the corners of her lips had turned up every so slightly, or the way her fingers had curled into the fabric of her skirt. the school’s been a good environment for him. was worried he’d never change, and… i recognize a part of it’s my fault as well.

masaru knows she’s the first person most would blame, but he knows he’s been too lenient, too underspoken. it’s a weight the two of them carried unspoken, each held down by the what if’s and could have been’s. but progress has been made, steps made towards a relationship better than what was left of it. he knows they still hover, awkward, ashamedly so–he’s so grown. so much more responsible–but they try. And while he doesn’t show it, he can tell that katsuki appreciates it nonetheless. (even if they are a little embarrassing.)

“sugar?”

“yes?”

he stops stirring abruptly, desperately fighting back the flush threatening to spread across his features, and gives her a pointed look of slight exasperation. he only relents when mitsuki poorly tries to hide a grin into the palm of her hand, her quiet snort a dead giveaway.

masaru sighs fondly and adds two spoonfuls of sugar. nineteen years and he’s still falling for the same jokes. he supposes it’s worth it, getting to see her smile like that.

sliding the cup over when finished, he watches as she takes the first sip, something horridly sappy banging alongside his heart when she hums her delight, content lifting her lips into a brilliant smile.

“thank you.” for choosing me. for katsuki. for the coffee.

definitely worth it.

do you think horikoshi will ever apologize?

never expect anything from a man

↳ pairing : miles morales x reader

↳ synopsis : shenanigans with your favorite classmate :) (maybe even a secret crush)

↳ authors note : i'm rlly trying to expand through fandoms, plzzz don't leave i promise i still write hsrr ;o; !!!!! i'm gonna be on a LONG atsv brainrot plz <\3 wuts a proof-read idk what that iz (/j)

MILES MORALES was the new student two years ago, some people thought he was an oddball since the first day encounter with his dad.. but you didn't really mind it honestly. You had much more important matters to attend to, like not listening to gossip.

After learning he was in some of your classes, you decided to try and get to know the guy. He seemed pretty cool, and you never passed an opportunity to know someone new.

"Morales, right?" Miles hears from behind him, it's currently lunch and so he turns his head to see you standing there with a tray in hand. "Mind if I sit with you?"

Since that day, you two hit it off like crazy, with sharing interests and hobbies it wasn't hard to talk every single day and run out of things to talk about.

"So, my Uncle Aaron took me to this crazy place like 2 years ago maybe? But yeah, it's where I did one of my first graffiti art." He explained, leading you through the dark traintracks while holding your wrist so you don't lose him in the darkness. "Sounds cool! Is it the same one that you used in your essay?"

You listen to the echo of his laughter. "Yeah, it is.. He was a great man, made me who I am today."

The way he talks fondly about his Uncle makes your heart sting a little. Though you were never able to meet him yourself, the way Miles talked about him to you made it clear he was a man who loved his nephew like he was his own son, and it was like you could emphasize with his pain of losing him.

However your thoughts are interrupted at the loud sound of a light switch turning on, illuminating the room and different graffiti art draw on the walls. Miles laughs at your breathless expression, admiring the way your eyes seemed to glow at the art all around you.

"Heeey, look at that!" You chuckled, pointing at the 'Expectations' graffiti you brought up earlier. "You were so much shorter back then.." And Miles rolled his eyes at that comment, knowing that you were referring to the silhouette on the wall. "Very funny."

Then you realize theres a section of the wall thats covered with cloth, and he notices how you take notice of it. Miles immediately clears his throat, puts a hand behind his neck and looks at the ground. "Oh, uh.. that's a work in progress. I wouldn't want you to see i-"

Suddenly his spidey-senses go off, the second he looks up he already sees you right infront of the wall and about to touch the cover. "(name)!"

Pulling it off, it reveals a wall full of.. you? You were surprised that the details were down almost perfectly, your nose shape, your eyes and your smile. It was all so perfectly done that in a way it could either be flattering or a tiny bit creepy.

Of course, Miles being your best friend, you may or may not sketch or write about him every now and then (or rather all the time) depending on which one you felt like doing, but he didn't have to know that.

"I'm.. honored?" You laugh, looking back at your poor friend whos pulled his hoodie over his head and his hands covering his face. "Oh, come on! It's not that embarassing- And it looks good I promise!" You tried to reassure him, but the boy has no intentions on budging.

"I forgot I had that." Miles mumbled to himself, ignoring how you pull on his arm to try and get him to show himself.

At some point you've given up, and let the guy wallow in his own embarassment for a while. Your attention shifts back onto the art wall, seeing the several doodles and actual art pieces that you can only assume Miles was working on for the past 2 years you two were friends.

The much smaller doodles were your favorites, ones where he made you a tiny little creature were the cutest ones, and at some point you noticed how so many of them involved.. him. He drew tiny moments of you and him holding hands, going on walks, sharing earphones and little cliche date stuff.

You were about to say something, but are stopped at the realization Miles was right next to you while his eyes never seemed to break contact from yours. "Miles?" You say in almost a whisper, seeing how focused his gaze was on you.

"I mean, we're both smart enough to realize it.. right?"

The urge to play dumb was strong, it really was, but Miles could see through you like he was staring at glass. That's how well he knew you, and how transparent you were with him.

"And maybe I'm stupid enough to make up delusions in my head but.. do you.. feel the same?"

The question leaves you stunned, stammering to find an answer, but the serious facade Miles kept up melts at your nervous reaction. He begins to laugh, digging through his pockets and pulls out a paper you recognize all too well, it had to be either a drawing or a poem you had written for Miles and considering one of your recent ones going missing.. if what he had in his hands was that one, it gave him more than an answer.

That realization makes you gasp, and Miles' laughter only grows stronger as you've now realized what's happening in its full extent. Miles liked you, and he knew you liked him too.

"You cheeky-" You try to grab the paper from his hands, but the tall piece of shit tip-toe's just to make sure you couldn't grab it. "Whaat? What am I, hm?" He'll playfully taunt at you, still unable to control his smile as he knows that deep down you enjoyed this banter just as much as he did.

You two continue to playfully argue for a while, laughter echoing throughout the abandoned area as hours passed on and on. The talk about either ones feelings never came to light, but you two were content with the moment, and in another time you'd talk about the confusing thing that is the feelings you both mutually share.

You had all the time in the world, right? Miles Morales wasn't going anywhere.