Listen My Guy I Got Something I Want To Request Like It's Angst Like ANGST ANGST Bro Like Ite Miles 45

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Listen my guy I got something I want to request like it's angst like ANGST ANGST bro like ite miles 45 fighting spider women or man reader and miles won and killed us and when he took of the mask it was us! HIS GIRLFRIEND OR BOYFRIEND! Like and can you recreate the scene when Peter got killed by king pin? But it's us and miles

Don't have to do this request and if you do can you make it angst with no happy ending or fluff? Unless it's at the beginning or he's remembering happy moments with us

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I Am So Sorry Mi Ángel (Earth 42 Miles x Spiderwoman!Reader)

Summary: Up on top :)

WARNINGS: Gore and angst, mentions of death and killing

Author’s Note: I would love to do this!! Sorry it took so long I just figured out how to get my inbox 🥲 Anyways I didn’t know how much I liked and how good I was writing angst even though I don’t read it often 😭 also after writing this I was thinking about write a part 2 if anyone wants one 🤫

You’re on your last leg, your last breath. You layed underneath the ruble of the colapsed collider with your back against a broken piece of concrete. A pain spread through your body from your ribs, your ankles were very likely to be sprained or even broken, your back was scratched and sore, you wre in pain. It was hard to breath even though you were trying to relax. But you knew you couldn’t, you needed to run from the Prowler.

You heard footsteps from the rubble and you snap your head up, which caused a painful cramp to spasm your head. There he was, the Prowler, right in front of you with his claw open, walking up to you like a predator. You flip your body over meekly onto your stomach and tried to crawl away pathetically. Fear spread through your body, there was nothing you could do you were going to be killed, a meer teenager.

You feel a strong hand on the back of your neck and you eyes widened in fear. Your limp body is lifted up and turned around to face the mask you feared the most. His non-clawed hand holding you up by your throat, your airway being blocked. You begin to cough and your vision goes blurry as it goes in and out. Your hands try and pry the hand off but the grip only got stronger.

His claw wide open, slashes at your gut, an immediate feeling of warm blood began to run down your legs. You couldn’t yell, you couldn’t scream, you couldn’t do anything. This was the end of the line for you, you won’t be able to see your parents, you won’t be able to keep the city safe, you won’t be able to be here for your Miles.

The claw balls up into a fist and punches you in the gut. Your mouth falls open, pain staticing throughout your whole body, everything began to feel cold, there was no more warmth in your body.

The only thought you could conjure was Miles. You were not going to see Miles anymore, this morning at school was the last time you were going to see Miles. You won’t be able to have the feeling of love from him no more. Then a different pain went through your body when a single reminder went through your head, you were going to give Miles the bracelet you made for him tomorrow, for your one year anniversary. The bracelet which beads were made from the roses he gave you last month for Valentine’s Day.

“M-miles…” The last thought and last word you said before fate took you.

The Prowler looked at you with wide eyes. Your blood dripped down his claw as he withdrew it from your stomach. Your body fell limp in his hand and he carefully placed your down on the concrete. He took his hand off of your neck and looked down at your lifeless body. He then realized, by the maturity of your body you were only a teenager, no older than him.

His heart raced at the realization that he had taken a teenager’s life. Just as he was about to get up he thought about it, people are going to know who Spider-Woman is. He wanted to know, he needed to know who he killed and not just Spider-Woman.

He liftd his finger underneath the hem of your mask and his heart dropped. Just from the lips and nose he knew who it was. He had kissed those lips just a few hours ago, he had kissed that nose when you fell asleep on his chest. He fully yanked your mask off and his fear and regret fell over him. His mask retracted and now it was just you and him, face to face. His own love in front of him, lifeless, due to him. The claw retracted from his hand from a loud thud and he quickly pulled your shoulders up and held you against his chest.

The tears finally fell, his lips quivered, and a loud cry of distress came from his lungs. He buried his nose into your neck which was bruised from his hand.

“Mi c-corazon…” He cried out as he pulled you away and looked at your face.

Your body limp in his hand as one of his hands held your back and the other up to your cheek. Your eyes were lifeless, cloudy, and your mouth was agape with small drips of blood from your lips. He hated this cite of you, he wanted to protect you from the world. He would have burned down the world for you, he wanted to in this very moment if that he meant he could have you back. He was a monster.

“No, no, no, no, mi corazon please.” Miles cried out helpless remarks as he eagerly moved his hand around your body.

First from your face, to your neck hoping that he could find a pulse, none. Then to your chest, no heartbeat. Then to your wrist, no pulse. He looked at your eyes as his eyes filled with tears, they use to be so full of love and happiness. He imaged your smile that caused your eyes to close, but your face was nothing like that. No happiness, no smile, just lifeless.

He looked up as his tears fell down his cheeks. He held to your body, knowing this would be the last time he could ever touch you again.

“You,” He said talking to God. “you gotta be playing games with me. First my pops now her.” He pleaded. “Why her?”

He cried into your hair as he closed your eyes with his fingers. He held your face as he pressed a kiss onto your forehead. Your skin was cold which made him cry more. His lips went down to your’s, hoping he could feel a sign of life from them. There was none, there was no press back from you as he kissed your lips, they were cold. Miles drew away only a couple inches away from your lips as his lips quivered in front of you.

“I am so sorry mi ángel.”

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He walked around your empty cold room as he heard his mom talking to your parents just in the living room.

“I am so sorry for your lost.” He heard his mom say.

He looked around the room full of posters with clothes pouring out of your closet. It felt like the skin of you, the room looked like you but had none of the happiness it use to give him every time he came into it to find you on your bed. It felt cold and empty, lifeless. Today would have been your guys’ one year anniversary, the thought of it weighted on his heart. He walked over to your desk to see what your last art projects were to try and salvage any part of you so he could possibly keep you in his life.

There were multiple drawings and sketches of him that you drew to practice anatomy on your pinboard above your desk. There were many pictures pinned as well with you two. He looked down and he saw a small gift bag on your desk. He opened the tag which read, To: Mi Vida From: Tu Corazón. His heart picked up.

He hesitantly pulled out the tissue paper and saw a small bracelet a long with a card. He pulled out the card and took the letter out of the envelope.

‘Happy One Year Mi Vida!!!

365 days later and you still deal with me. I made your gift (like always) out of the roses you gave me for Valentine’s Day :). I love you so much Miles and I can’t wait for more years to come <3.

-Love, Tu Corazón’

A pain came to Miles’ heart, knowing that there will be no more years to come with you and him together. He reaches inside of the bag and pulls out an elastic beaded bracelet with dark red beads. He immediately put it on his wrist and reached I side of his jacket pocket. He pulled out your torn up, bloody mask from last night. It was one of the last things he had of you left. He held it to his forehead, imagining that your face is still underneath the mask to comfort him. But it wasn’t.

He had destroyed you with his own hands, he could not forgive himself for that. He had killed the one person that saw him in the way he didn’t, an actual human being and not a monster. But now after what he did he could only think of himself as a monster.

“I am so sorry, mi corazón.” He said through silent cries as he kept your mask close to his face.

Cutie patootie with a gun

The kids adorable but WHY ARE THEY HOLDING A GUN😭

the whisper girlies only speak facts 🗣️‼️

It’s important they have someone to trust… 💗

my little doodler

pairing: e!1610 miles morales x spiderwoman! black! reader

summary: after saving the city, you decide to drop by your best friend's apartment to find him doodling pictures of you in his sketchbook.

warnings: none i don't think

it was pouring as well as humid. your suit was sticking to you uncomfortably as you thwipped your webs throughout brooklyn. fighting crime was a chore, a chore that you didn't enjoy too much because you had to leave parts of your old life behind, but there was one thing... or one person that you're glad you didn't.

you lowered upside down near his apartment window, your best friend--miles morales.

miles was twirling in his chair, blasting music into his ears as he lined his paper in bright ink. caps popping minute by minute, the sounds the markers made against the paper were his source of serotonin. you didn't understand it at all when you first started to get to know him at visions academy. you weren't artistic at all, then again you never hated on him for his hobbies.

needless to say i keep her in check...

you let out a silent but breathy laugh. that's the song he's been listening to all week nonstop. he had it on every playlist in his spotify. you couldn't resist but to sing with him, this song was like an earworm for you.

callin' it quits now, baby i'ma wreck, crash at my place, baby you're a wreck...

ooh-ooh-ooh, some things you just can't refuse...

miles could hear the other voice but it was so quiet like a whisper. he looked around until he saw you, at his window singing along with him. you were so lost into his voice that you didn't even notice that he stopped and was walking towards his window.

or you'll be left in the dust..

unless i stuck by ya..

you're the sunflower..

you're the sunflower..

" wow, you have an amazing voice, ms. spiderwoman!"

that startled you so much that you almost fell off your web. he was staring right at you...or right at your mask. he looked so pretty in the city lights.

" thank you. " you spoke in a lower tone of voice.

" i didn't know you knew that song, well, i mean it's been skyrocketing over the past few days so i would expect the one and all to know. " miles complimented, all you could do was slip a little laugh.

you wish you could stay longer, but you had to leave before ma got suspicious of you being out so late. however, you couldn't help but notice the sketchbook on his desk about to fall off. so you slinged it over to you and started flipping through the pages.

" hey! "

they were all of you. every single page. was of you. he even got your mole right. does he really pay that much attention to you in school?

" that's private! " he snatched it back with a pouty look on his face.

you stared for a while, wide eyed. was it possible that he saw you more than just a friend? or were you having a serious case of delusion? all you could do was let out a breathy, unaudiable laugh.

" that's an invasion of my privacy! I get you're a hero n' all, but don't do that to people you don't know. "

" pardon me, but i find your drawings very unique. is that a girl you know? "

" yeah, she's my best friend. it's just... complicated. "

complicated? what's complicated?

he sighed. " if i were spiderman, i would be swinging her all throughout the city with her in my arms. and finally get to tell her how i really feel. maybe in some other universe that’ll happen. "

that gave you butterflies. how he really feels, huh? how sweet. miles turned his head to his bedroom door where his mother was yelling for his name in spanish. you guessed she wanted his help with preparing dinner.

" i have to go. i suppose it was nice talking to you...and singing with you. " he laughed.

you gave a small wave as he closed his window and walked out. as you swung home all you could think about was him, and what a surprise awaited you at school the next day.