Childhood Friends to Lovers with Miles Morales
- Your guys' crushes on each other was practically orchestrated by y'all's parents
- They always knew you guys would in some way like one another
- You guys were best friends growing up, never leaving each other's sides
- You also forced your parents to be friends just so you guys could hang out even more
- You guys were always connects to the hip
- If one was near the other was following closely behind
- Miles and you always shared everything, sometimes you would come home at like 6 and your parents would be like
- "Whose sweater is that?"
- "Miles!"
- And look at each other knowingly
- Rio and your mom were mostly excited, as Rio wholeheartedly approved of you as she thought of you like a bonus child
- Everyone could tell you two liked one another, it was no secret
- But you guys didn't even know you had feelings until you guys got older
- Miles would do anything for you
- And I mean anything
- Constantly sketching you, you and him as a photo on his lockscreen, he was bursting at the seems trying to keep it in he was Spider-man, but you found out
- You guys had those little kid marriages under the slides at recess
- You and him fended off childhood bullies or one who teased you guys
- Only you two needed each other honestly
- You guys obviously had other friends but always were each other's number one
- The one to walk with you anywhere just to hold your hand
- You guys had "platonic" affection but really just acted together
- So many people thought you two were dating when they saw you guys
- You guys denied it over and over but couldn't help but wonder if you guys would ever actually date
- His mom was constantly teasing him about you
- Half of your closet was really his because he knew he wasn't getting them back
- You guys were always out with one another, getting food, hanging on top of rooftops, sneaking away from your parents
- He sometimes swung you around on his web shooters
- You guys would also hang out at Uncle Aaron's apartment
- You were there with the good and the bad
- And Miles really needed you in the bad
- He was always outside knocking on your window, or sneaking inside or just standing in front of your apartment door
- You guys had movie marathons or pulled out old photos of you two when younger
- "Look at your missing tooth!"
- "Well, look at this horrible ponytail! What is this?!"
- "You cut off half of it!"
- "Oh, right-"
- You guys always were seen giggling, holding each other or laughing your heads off
- Everyone would look and know
- Begging to be put out their misery
- Confessions didn't happen for a long, long time, until a certain time you were almost bleeding to death
"Holy- I'm so sorry, (Name)!"
Miles panicked, by your side and spitting out apologies as you bled, holding your newly adorned soon-to-be battle scar.
"Are you okay?" Miles asked, glancing behind himself as Peter fought, Gwen and the rest of your friends desperately trying to keep up without you guys.
"Are you okay to fight?" Miles asked, grimacing at you and even more so at the look you gave him.
"I think I'm dying, Miles!" You yelled, holding your side in the pain as Miles tried to help stop the bleeding.
"Don't die! You can't die!" Miles said once more, trying to convince himself more than your blood piled beneath you.
"Why not? I'm gonna anyway!" You bickered back, much less concerned for your wound than Miles.
"Because I still have something to still tell you!" Miles tried once more, his own small tears in the corners of his eyes at the thought.
He couldn't lose you.
"Tell me then! What's the point of holding it in now?!" You continued on, shaking your head as your hand was almost coated red.
"I can't!"
"Why not?!"
"Because I'm scared you won't like it." Miles revealed, shaking his head as you gave a look of disbelief.
"Who cares! I'm dying." You countered.
"I like you! I've liked you since we were kids! And I don't want you to die because I'm scared!" Miles yelled back, looking down at his hands as they both tried to stop the blood, making it better, somewhat.
Miles then noticed his mistake, not able to take back his words but instead being able to slowly look up at you, grimacing at himself.
You couldn't help but stare at Miles, barely believing your ears, much less now.
Much less with the boy you had liked since you were kids.
"...you like me?"
"...yeah."
Miles stared at you for a moment, like the world went away as he took in your face as you spoke.
And suddenly, Miles laughed.
Miles laughed hard, the tears in his eyes turned to relief as he laughed. As your best friend, and maybe now more, laughed, you couldn't help but join in.
Miles then took a moment, turning it over in his head before he launched forward, bringing you in closer to him.
You and Miles stared at each other, closer than normal, then suddenly, you couldn't help but lean in and kiss him, one you wanted to do for so long.
The kiss wasn't long, but it was waited for, dreamt about and slow and passionate, lips moving together almost like they were meant to be.
Miles pulled away, not away from you but away enough he could laugh, smiling in victory.
"Have you wanted to do that for as long as I have waited to do that?" You laughed at the both of you, and so did Miles as he nodded.
"Yeah. Yeah I have." Miles shook his head, the same smile there as he hugged you, arms around your waist as he almost pulled you into his lap, but stopped.
"Ow, ow, ow!" You cried out, punching his arm, cause even if you liked each other, you were still best friends, and friends hit.
"I'm sorry! Shit! I'm sorry!" Miles cried out, wincing as he looked at the blood on his arm, wiping it away quickly.
"We gotta get you out of here." Miles said, tucking his arm under yours and starting to lift you to your feet, bit too rough at your circumstances.
"You think I don't know that?!"
"Don't make me leave you here!"