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bound 2 , miles morales

miles morales x gn! reader

warnings: death, mentions of weapons, slight panic attacks

synopsis: he was bound to love you in every universe, but he was also bound to lose you in every universe.

a/n: this is really long so i hope you guys enjoy it. i had a blast writing this to be honest, the idea just came to me while i was eating pasta so enjoy.

at a pretty early age, miles’s parents knew and understood how smart their kid was. they knew he had drive and ambition, they understood his passion to learn and his passion to create and they pushed him to explore into that more, pushing him to become a better version of himself.

that drive and passion led to miles getting accepted into visions. a school for incredibly smart people. despite miles sending in his application during the middle of the school year, but nonetheless they accepted him with open arms. or so he thought they were going to.

it was easy for miles to get along with the other students at brooklyn middle. they all shared the same ambition, liked the same music, the same movies and some even shared the same struggles which is what made miles feel at home.

he had thought visions wasn’t going to be any different.

and boy was he wrong.

he was humiliated on the first day by his dad, something miles always expected but it was different this time. being at such a prestige school, where people think they’re better than you, despite the fact that you’re both in the same school.

so at first miles was having a rough time, until he met somebody there that particularly peaked his interests and made his little fourteen year old boy heart beat like crazy.

he walked through the halls, confused as he read the room number on the paper again and again, looking up at all the numbers on the doors. in brookyln middle, all his classes were in one building instead of two, so it didn’t take him this much time to get to class.

“are you lost?” someone questioned him. they were putting their books in their lockers, staring at miles with a confused look in their eyes.

miles flinched, he thought everybody would be in class by now. “uh—no..i’m not—no.” miles said, waving his hands in the air as he shook his head.

“okay.” the person replied, shutting their locker and walking in the opposite direction miles was standing in.

“wait!” miles shouted. “yes—yes i am lost i have no clue where i am.” he sighed, the white paper held tightly in his hand.

the person walked closer towards him, a slight smile forming on their face as they grabbed the paper from miles’s hand. reading the words on the paper, looking around at the buildings surrounding them. “you need to go through the glass tunnel to the other building, then down the stairs and it’s the first class to the left.” they said.

miles blinked in confusion, grabbing the paper back and looking at it. his eyes moving towards the glass tunnel, as he nodded in reply, swallowing a lump in his throat. the persons eyes met miles’s, sending a slight little twist in his stomach as he quickly looked away.

“i can take you..if you want?” they said, tilting their head in miles’s direction. “i don’t have classes right now, we have a sub so there’s nothing interesting.” they said, beginning to walk towards the direction of the tunnel.

miles walked with the person, side by side trying to not get too close to them as he cleared his throat, his uncles words echoing in his head. “i thought that side was just dorms? i didn’t know they had classes over there.” he said, holding onto the straps of his backpack.

“well the last three levels are classes, they had extra floors and they didn’t know what to do with them. the students used to use it as a party area so recently they replaced them with classrooms.” they said, their eyes still facing forward, while miles looked at them like they were the coolest person he’s ever met.

“i’m miles…morales.” he said, attempting to make his voice sound deeper once he said his last name. he was confused on how his uncle made it seem so easy, when it really wasn’t.

“i’m [name]….[last name].” they responded, mimicking miles’s tone of voice which earned a chuckle from miles as he swung his arms.

the two walked next to each other, talking about their lives and what had brought them to vision. for the first time in his entire first day of school, miles didn’t feel alone.

and for the first time in your entire school year, you had made a friend that was truly a good person.

what miles had never expected however, was becoming brooklyn’s next spider-man. he didn’t mean for it to happen, he was just trying to hang out with his uncle. spending the night talking about you, and talking about expectations that have been put against him by his family and his teachers.

but never did he expect to be bitten by a radioactive spider.

he woke up that morning, feeling different than usual. he seemed taller and stronger. his clothes didn’t fit right anymore, he was sticking to his books and papers. miles even managed to get a side of a girls hair buzzed because his hands stuck to her hair.

you remember seeing him run to the staff room, confused as he attempted to shake the excess hair off of his hands. muttering silent words underneath his breath as you watched from the doorway as he held his hands under warm water.

“what the hell did you do?” you questioned, walking towards him, leaning against the sink. “you know you can’t be in here right? this is staff only.” you muttered, watching him attempt to scrub the hair off of his hands.

“i don’t even know what i did to be honest, i think i grabbed glue? or something…i have no idea.” he sighed, his hands starting to sting from the amount of scrubbing he had been doing.

you shook your head, grabbing his hands as you attempted to pull of the pieces of hair. gently soaking them in warm water every now and then to make it hurt less. miles’s face warmed up, feeling the softness of your hands against his and watching your confused face attempting to help him as if you were doing your math homework.

the two of you spent almost the rest of the day inside your dorm, scrapping the hair off and making sure his hands wouldn’t stick to anything else. you found it..odd that he was so worried and confused, how could he have not known what he grabbed for his hands to be sticky? but despite that, you didn’t question it.

when the two of you had finished, miles let out a long sigh. his eyes meeting your comic book collection of spider-man. silently, he got up, slowly grabbing the book in hopes that his hands wouldn’t stick—and they didn’t. he flipped through the pages, ones about spider-man’s origen story. that’s when miles realized what had happened to him.

he looked out the window, it was almost time for the spider-man memorial to start. “hey..i have to go, but thank you so much, honestly. i owe you tons.” miles said, making his way towards the door.

“yeah you do morales.” you replied, throwing all the blonde hair into the garbage.

throughout the next couple of days, miles learned that traveling through other universes was a real thing. he learned that, not only was he spider-man but so were a whole lot of people, each in their own little world fighting the same fight miles was.

there was so much going on, miles couldn’t really keep track. all he knew is that he was eager to do this, this is what he wanted to do. if his life had led him to this moment, then what’s stopping him?

miles then soon realized that, with great power comes great responsibility. he realized that—maybe being spider-man wasn’t all it chalked up to be. he realized that when he sat next to his uncles dead body in an alleyway, tears pouring down from his eyes as the only person who truly knew him faded away.

he ran.

miles had never ran that fast in his life, holding back sobs as he turned invisible, running through the streets and onto buildings. he found himself making his way to your dorm, despite his best efforts not to. he didn’t know how he was going to explain all of this to you, but all he knew was that he wanted to see you.

you sat on your desk, listening to music and doing homework before you noticed the shadow outside your window. you were a bit confused, being five stories up and there being no fire escape on your floor made it seem impossible for there to even be a shadow. you got up, making your way towards the window when you saw miles, his hands sticking to the sides of the building.

quickly, you opened the window, letting miles come inside as you looked at him in astonishment. he was wearing a spider-man costume, he had tears in his eyes and he looked—tired.

“miles what happened?” you asked.

he didn’t reply, he simply threw himself on you. his tears staining your shirt as he cried in your arms. you gently wrapped your arms around him, reassuring him that whatever happened, he was going to be okay.

when he was finished, he explained himself to you. everything. he came clean, told you what had happened to him, about the multiverse, about his uncle. he showed you how he could stick to walls, he showed you how he could turn invisible.

he told you how he was destined to become spider-man.

you chuckled slightly, not because you were making fun of him but because you were in disbelief. miles morales, the passionate boy you had met just days earlier was the next spider-man. miles stood there, awaiting from a reply from you. but instead, you pulled him back into a hug.

“i don’t know what those other spider people say, but you are spider-man. nobody can ever take that away from you miles.” you whispered in his ear, giving him all the confidence that he had so desperately needed.

after miles had successfully stopped the collider, stopping kingpin and sending all of his spider-friends back home he started spending more time around you. the two of you constantly hanging out, playing video games, basketball. he even introduced you to his parents.

he started to recognize his feelings for you, knowing how much he yearned to be around you. he stayed up late at night, wondering if you felt the same way also. listening to music that reminded him of you, constantly drawing you in his sketchbook.

you had a habit of watching miles swing around when he was out and about being spider-man. occasionally, you’d get upset with him for skipping classes. but after a while you got used to it, even skipping classes with him to go swinging with him.

miles would visit you at your families store, checking up on you, helping you stock the store. all as an excuse for him just to talk to you. it helped him feel less alone, less confused. because he knew if you could understand and like him still, than maybe so could his parents.

one night, miles showed up to your house. seriously injured, which scared you more than it scared him. you silently shouted at him, looking at him in disbelief as blood poured down from his head and how his legs shook from the fear. but for some reason, miles couldn’t understand why you were so upset. and he made the best mistake of his life asking you.

“why do i care?” you scoffed, wrapping the bandages around his knuckles. “i care because i care about you miles! i care about you more than anything. do you know how worried i get when your swinging around, fighting bad guys?” you said, standing up. “i get scared that something’s going to happen to you, that i’m never going to see my best-friend again.” you said with a shaky breath. “i care because i love you.” you said.

miles blinked in confusion, feeling his face heat up. “like you—like you love me? or you love love me?” he questioned, looking up at you confused.

you crouched down in front of him, placing a soft kiss against his lips, causing him to flinch. when you pulled away, miles had the smuggest little look on his face that made you regret doing it in the first place.

“alright morales, i take it back.” you said, attempting to turn around but not before miles grabbed your arm, cupping the sides of your cheek and kissing you again. it was a bit longer this time, but it wasn’t anything too crazy.

6 MONTHS had gone by and there was a lot of changes between the two of you. for one, miles looked a lot more older and matured, despite the fact that he still had the jokes of a twelve year old. but so did you, the two of you were growing up together.

people in brookyln started to appreciate the new spider-man, each and every one of them starting to buy merch, making their own merch. dressing up as miles for halloween, asking miles for help with every-day things.

miles was brookyln’s one and only spider-man.

but he was also your one and only boyfriend.

and currently, instead of him being spider-man he was miles. miles who was sitting on the rooftop of his apartment complex, eating food and having a date with his partner.

“do you think..” miles said, swallowing the food that was in his mouth. “do you think things are destined to be in every universe?” he questions, his gaze meeting yours. “like—i’m spider man here, do you think there’s another universe where i’m also spider man? or is it like a one time thing?”

you took a sip from your cup. “i don’t know it’s hard to say. i mean, peter parker here was spider-man and there was also a peter b. parker in another earth that was spider-man.” you started, “but then there’s other spider people like porker and penni and gwen and you know, so maybe? who knows.” you shrugged.

“do you think in another universe we’re together?” he asked, his look calmly on yours as you started to smile slightly.

“maybe..” you muttered, “i mean look. in every universe where there’s a peter parker there’s a mary jane right? so maybe it’s the same like that. maybe there’s another universe where there’s a miles morales and me, and ganke. just cause we’re a path you cross in your life you know?” you said.

“so do you think we’re bound to be together in every universe and stuff? like it’s destiny or something?” miles asked.

you smiled softly, shaking your head. “i think anything is possible miles.” you replied softly.

miles soon came to realize that anything is in fact, possible.

miles sat quietly on the roof of a building. just two weeks after the conversation about destiny he had with you. he was listening to his music, constantly checking his phone for a reply from you. you hadn’t texted him, but miles didn’t think much of it. you were working after all.

the police radio he had stolen from his dad sat next to him as miles mumbled the words of the song, kicking his feet that hung of the edge of the building. suddenly, the police radio pinged, causing miles to turn down the music that played through his phone.

“we have an robbery at a music shop on fifth avenue, suspect is armed with a gun.”

miles felt his heart sink. a music shop on fifth avenue? that had to be you, you’re families music shop was the only one on that street. miles got up so fast it made him dizzy, throwing himself off the ledge of the building as he quickly swung from building to building, hearing the incoming sirens.

please don’t let it be you.

that’s what he thought the whole way over there.

when he had arrived, he noticed the glass windows were shattered, they had been shot at. soft music played in the background, cd’s and vinyls scattered on the floor. you had tried to fight back.

miles walked slowly through the mess, his heart beating so fast he could feel it in his stomach. then, he felt his spidey senses go off, running into the backrooms of the music shop. there, he saw the man, holding a gun to your head.

“stop right there spider-man, i will kill them.” the man muttered, his arm around your chest and the gun placed firmly on the side of your head.

miles’s stomach was starting to hurt, the sounds of your crying sending pains through his heart as if knives had been stabbing him repeatedly. “please..don’t do this, they don’t have anything to do with this.” he pleaded.

the man scoffed, “why are the two of you so close, huh? i’ve been planning this for a while now…i get to her and i get to the mighty new spider-man of brookyln.” he muttered, noticing the rapid breathing of the kid in front of him. “spider-man isn’t all it’s racked up to be? isn’t it? it’s not all fun and saving bad guys..and i’ll make sure you know that.” he said, his finger moving towards the trigger.

“no stop it!” miles shouted, shooting his web onto the man’s hand.

miles heard a loud bang. one that seemed so familiar, that when he had heard it he could’ve sworn he saw his uncle, just for a split moment. when miles came back to reality, he saw you on the floor. the man hovering above your body, as miles’s chest rose with anger. miles shot out his webs at the man, trapping him against the wall. he could hear the faint police sirens nearing, so they’d have him soon enough.

but his priority was you.

you were on the floor, your head tilted to the side as your body stiffened. tears staining your face as your eyes stayed wide open, your body going limp in miles’s embrace as he whispered sorry apologizes to you, tears falling out his eyes and being trapped in his mask.

miles had lost his uncle, one person who truly knew him.

and now miles had you, another person who truly knew him.

all this at the ripe age of fifteen years old.

for the next couple of months, miles was more distant. he skipped class more, ignored his parents more, went out and did more graffiti. he was still, however spider-man, that hadn’t changed. he knew that if you were here you’d still want him to continue to be spider-man.

it only felt right to help other people since he couldn’t help you.

he found himself missing his other spider friends, he knew they’d understand the pain he was going through. the confusion and the anger. they would understand everything.

miles stood in a dark alleyway, one that was being dimly lit by a street lamp. he looked at the wall, a graffiti of your face on it with the word BOUND2 in the background. miles had still believed that the two of you were bound to fall in love and be together, in every universe.

he found comfort that somewhere, in another universe, you were still alive.

more months and crazy adventures had gone by that miles wishes you were here to see. apparently, he had a nemesis now. gwen was back, and comforting miles and miles found out there was a spider-society, one that he was eager to join.

but miles was soon disappointed.

miles found out that this supposed “spider-society” wasn’t all it seemed to be. he also found out that apparently, your death and his uncles death was an important step to him becoming spider-man. but what really irked him, was the fact that his father was to die next.

“a captain close to spider-man dies, saving a child from falling rubble.”

miles soon realized what this was. the true reason why all of his friends miraculously showed up, he realized that miguel didn’t want to recruit him, miguel wanted to stop him.

miles was confident he could do both, he was confident he could save his father and save the world.

“i can do both! spider-man always—“

“not always.”

and while miles ran for his life he remembered you. he thought of what you wouldn’t wanted, what you would’ve said in this situation. of course you’d understand right? he couldn’t just leave his father to die. hell, if he could go back he would save you, even if meant the whole world fell apart.

miles realized that these people didn’t actually miss him, they were using him.

miles realized that he wasn’t supposed to be spider-man.

miles realized that he was tired of taking shit from other people.

miles ran, as fast as he could. escaping back in his word, attempting to help his father as fast as he could. except only, he was greeted by his mother. miles came clean about everything, about him being spider-man about the spot, about everything. but he was just as confused as his mother when she uttered the words, “whose spider-man?”

miles found out pretty quickly that he was in the wrong dimension. the dimension that the spider had bit him came from. his thoughts were interrupted by a rattling doorknob, the sight of his uncle walking into the house catching his attention.

he hugged his uncle tightly, he hadn’t seen him in a year. for a moment, miles thought about the possibility that you could be alive also. that he might be able to see you again.

miles followed his uncle, confused and worried about what they were about to do. they both made their way onto the rooftop. in the back of miles’s mind, he wondered where his father was, what his father would’ve thought about all this.

when he got to the rooftop, he heard loud sirens, dogs barking and alarms ringing. something about this brooklyn was different, it wasn’t safe. it wasn’t like the brookyln miles knew.

miles couldn’t help but think about you.

“you finish up the graffiti? it looks good.” his uncle chimed in, looking down at his phone.

miles was confused, he turned to look at the side of the building. one where in his earth there was a mural of his uncle.

miles’s eyes widened at the sight of his dads face, with the words rest in power underneath. his dad was dead in this universe. but what caught his attention even more, was the person next to his dad.

[NAME] [LAST NAME]

CHILD

SIBLING

PARTNER IN CRIME

REST IN POWER

reading those words miles realized that things were really bound to happen. he was bound to love you, in every universe. but he was also bound to lose you, in every universe.

The Innocence of Brutality Pt.1 [Legolas/F!Reader]

A.N: I’ve been working a lot on FATE (my long fic…you should check it out) so I haven’t been posting many one-shots. BUT FINALLY….here you go! It’s a bit different from my usual one-shots but hey I figured I may as well give it a go. This will have many parts depending on how much traction it gets  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Request: none

Pairing: Legolas X Reader

Summary: The Reader is Rámaitë Mahtar, a warrior spirit race, and she meets the fellowship on their quest to destroy the ring. 

Disclaimer: Any mythology relating to the Rámaitë Mahtar is not canon as I made up Rámaitë Mahtar. Also, all elvish was translated from a translator site—it may not be accurate.

Word count: ~8k (yes I went overboard)

Warnings: nudity (not sex), mentions of war, mentions of torture, violence, fluff

MASTERLIST | AO3 | WATTPAD

The Innocence of Brutality Masterlist — PART 2

The sky had been getting darker and darker as the hours went by, the sun slipping into a restless dream as a storm brewed. Clouds hung deep and gray high above the fellowship while claps of thunder neared them. It was a grumbling and crackling battle of light and dark. With every booming sound, the menacing void loomed closer and closer, electrifying the air with anxiety. It was casting above them at a rapid rate—a rate at which they could not outrun.

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Sukugo baby: Kojiro

[papamin au 🐅] waiting room 🏥

Uncle Locky (Sherlock X Niece!Reader)

Characters: Sherlock Holmes X Niece!Reader, Mycroft X Daughter!Reader

Universe: Sherlock

Warnings: None

Request: Before I begin I just want to say I am a huge fan of your blog, its pretty great. Anyway, I was wondering if you could do a one shot where the reader is Mycroft’s infant daughter and is being babysat by Sherlock and there is just a whole lot of fluff. Thanks!!

“Sherlock?” John called as soon as he entered the apartment. Sherlock looked up, looking confused. “Why are you cleaning the apartment? You never clean.” John mentioned, looking around the space. All experiments were hidden from sight, books were on the bookshelf, and piles of cases were hidden away from sight. The floor was clear and the furniture was wiped down.

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since im just finalising part 8 of new girl on the block, here’s a little snippet and doodles of jaime to keep you entertained! enjoy!

shout out to jaime reyes for being literally the only dc superhero who not only has living parents, but also a supportive and loving relationship with his entire family!  king of work-life balance and communication!

Firstly, when you get this, you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)

i guess im doing this again lol! im honoured to be called one of your favourite followers!🫶🫶

i like that i’m determined at whatever i do. i sometimes find that when things get tough i always do my best to pull through and find a way to get things right or to do my best and cimplete whatever i have to do.

i like that i’m proud of what i’ve accomplished. even if it’s the little things, i always feel good after completeing whatever i’ve wanted to do, and i just get little boosts of happiness after!

i like how i take some things slowly. i like to do some things at my own pace, and that’s fine with me! sometimes i just like to enjoy the progress of getting there, seeing things starting from scratch, and growing to completion.

i like how i can multitask (at times). it helps me get through when i do one task which i dislike, and pair with a little hobby i like, just as a little motivation booster (i often tend to doodle or read fics when doing homework).

finally, i like that im persistent. sometimes, even though some have told me that im not good at my hobbies or interests, i still have them as my interests because i love when i’ve done, and i love to see people enjoying what i’ve created.

I've been keeping up with new girl on the block and boy howdy I'm am screaming it's so good ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️😭😭😭😍😍😍😍

OKAY WAIT I LOVE YOU SO MUCH BB THANK YOUUU 🫶🫶🫶🫶 im so glad to hear that you enjoy it that much ohmygoshhh!! honestly jaime was so fine and i couldnt help myself teehee 🤭🤭

but thank you so so much for dropping by and showing your appreciation i love you so so much!!