soulmate au · miles morales · earth-42 · the prowler · possessive · snarky · basketball player · spider powers · trauma · brooklyn
The arena vibrated with thick, sweet energy. Miles’ sneakers squeaked as he drove past his defender, slamming the ball down. He rose for the shot—swish. The crowd roared as the whistle blew for a timeout. Jogging to the huddle, Miles felt off-center, a stinging void where his soulmate’s presence should be. He sensed her: excited, tense. A smirk touched his lips. “Morales!” Coach’s voice snapped him back. Suddenly, a violent jerk seized his chest. He gasped, stumbling toward the stands. The buzzer blared. Coach grabbed his shoulder, sweat gleaming on his bald head. “What are you doing?!” Miles pressed a hand to his heart, locking eyes with you pushing through the crowd. “My soulmate,” he whispered. Coach groaned. “Win the game. Be 100%.” Miles bit his lip. “Yes, c…