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pretty boy earth 1610 miles 745 words
Three gentle taps to the glass pane of your bedroom window alerted you of your frequent nighttime visitor, ten minutes to midnight, like always. Nose abruptly lifting from the book it was tucked in, you quickly set it off to the side on your duvet and smiled at the sight of Miles—still fully suited up where he stood on your fire escape as he gave you an excited wave. Seeing Spider-Man randomly pop up where you live would probably scare the life out of anyone, but you weren’t just ‘anyone’.
With a small grunt and an upwards pull of your window, you were soon face to face with the netted nylon mask of your city’s secret superhero—who wasn’t much of secret to you and your small room.
Miles immediately pulled his mask off so your lips could meet faster: his main focus, aside from the fact that it was thirty degrees out and he was losing feeling in his toes.
“Hey,” he pulled away from you with a smile that nearly rivaled yours, ducking down and climbing through to escape the prickly chill of the November night.
“Hi pretty boy, I missed you.”
He already had his hands on the bottom, ready to shut it when it’d rolled off your tongue like the simplest thing as you pounced back onto your bed. The window came to a screeching halt, literally, when he looked over his shoulder, eyes widened and blinking as if he’d misheard you. Seemingly unaware of the years you just shaved off his lifespan with those two little words, you glanced down at your book that’d flopped closed due to the movement of your mattress. “Damn, I lost my page.” you muttered with a frown.
“H-What?” Miles blinked, eyes remaining on you until he finally remembered to shut the window, softly, and quietly. “What’d you say?”
“I lost my page?” you repeated.
“Before that.”
You tilted your head at him, brows creased to match the confused look you wore. “I…missed you?” you laughed uncertainly, thumb and pointer finger riffling through the pages of your well-loved copy of Hunger Games: Catching Fire. It was a desperate attempt, really, trying to find where you’d left off. You were never one to dog-ear your pages.
“No, no,” He was facing you fully now, the small two strand twists he had in his hair shaking with his head when it moved from side to side. “The other thing.”
You looked away and at your poster clad wall, eyes squinted as they slowly landed on him again. Your voice, quieter than it was before, had a confused lilt to it when you answered again.
“…Hello?”
“Jesus fuc—” Miles nearly smacked his forehead, hands clasping together and pointing towards you instead. “Baby. What did you say after ‘hello’?”
You thought on it for a moment, relaying through the brief interaction. “Oh!” You sat up, calves tucked beneath your thighs and face brightened with an oncoming grin. “Pretty boy?”
“Yeah,” he scratched his head, eyes bouncing on and off your face and canines showing when his top lip raised into something of a shy smile. “You think I’m pretty?”
“Duh.” You scoffed, as if the answer were beyond obvious. Miles shook his head at you, a puff of air sounding from his nose in the form of amusement.
“Don’t think I’ve heard that one before. Boys aren’t usually called pretty, but I’ll take it.”
Slowly lowering himself, Miles let out an unpleasant groan when his hip touched the ground, far too young to have his joints aching the way they did. Laying down on your sherpa rug, he sprawled out on his back and let his eyes close, like he always did during his night visits. He’d stay for an hour or so, talk with you, get patched up if needed (which was rare), or sometimes take a power nap so he could swing the rest of the way back. And after surveying the city he knew better than to even think about touching your bed. In his outside clothes was bad enough, now his suit? Absolutely not. He was more than satisfied with the floor.
“Yeah, well I think you are.” Laying flat on your stomach, you pressed your cheek to your folded arms and marveled down at your exhausted boyfriend from the height of your bed. “Everything about you is pretty. Like your eyelashes? They’re gorgeous, and for what? It’s lowkey unfair.”
“Aight you’re draggin’ it.” he laughed.
“I’m serious!”
a/n: pretty boys >>>
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↳my rhymes, my pen, my pad.₊˚✧
──IN WHICH, miles falls head over heels inlove!。✦
||✰ — 1610!miles morales x gn!reader.
you weren’t new to this school, you’ve been going for so long now. it got boring, nothing interesting ever happens there.
same preppy people walk in and out, always on time, always talking about the same stuff.
your teacher brought out a projector and put on some video.
you weren’t the slightest bit interested. you were drawing on the sides of your work sheet, drawing nonsense.
you heard the classroom door swing open and some kid, with papers and books flying all over the places stumbled in.
“you’re late, morales.”
morales, that’s new. you think to yourself as he stands in front of the projector, looking scared.
you stare at him longer, trying to see if you recognize him, but you don’t.
miles was scanning the classroom while trying to figure out what to say next, when his eyes met yours.
miles was—stunned to say the least.
you were gorgeous, even if you looked a little bit intimidating.
your hair framed your face just right, your lips looked soft, everything about you was just, breathtaking.
miles realized all eyes were on him and started to open his mouth without thinking.
“Einstein said time was relevant. maybe i’m not late, maybe you’re just early.”
he said, with a shrug and an awkward smile.
you smiled, you have to admit it.
what a dork, you thought to yourself as you heard a chuckle from the other side of the room.
you could tell he was embarrassed, he looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole and die.
to which, he did.
miles looked for any sort of reaction in you, but all he got was a smile.
that smile was all he could think about as he sat next to this blond haired girl.
was it a good smile? or was it a bad smile?
were you making fun of him? did you think he was funny?
you had filled his thoughts, without even knowing.
before miles knew it, he was walking to his uncles house.
he had pulled out his phone, took a picture of his uncle, and sent it to him.
aaron laughed, opening the window as miles pushed his face against it.
his uncle welcomed him in, seating miles next to him on the couch.
“whatchu want? is it romantic troubles?”
“h-how’d you know?! what’re you, a wizard?”
aaron chuckled at his nephew, and started to push him for more questions.
“well, what’re they like? do you know ‘em? what’s their name?”
miles just stared at his uncle.
he didn’t know.
he didn’t know your name, how you act, or anything.
he only knows your smile, and that alone was enough to make him like you.
god that’s so embarrassing.
“i uh, dunno.”
“whatchu mean you don’t know?”
aaron asks, laughing immediately after.
he thought it was so funny that miles didn’t know shit about you!
“well—it was a uh, love at first sight typa thing. you get it, right? right?!”
miles started to play with his fingers, he didn’t know why he was so nervous to talk about you.
“how do i start a conversation with them?”
aaron looks down and shakes his head, like miles just asked the stupidest question ever.
“you just gotta do the ol’ shoulder touch, man.”
“what’s that?”
miles asked, tilting his head slightly to the side.
his uncle chuckles, looking down before gently placing a hand on his shoulder.
he looks up and with the most smug voice miles has ever heard says,
“hey.”
miles started to laugh, like he wasn’t allowed to laugh anywhere else.
“so like, hey.”
he said, mocking his uncle.
the two of them started laughing like there was no tomorrow.
but unfortunately for miles, there was.
he saw you in the halls, so he took the opportunity to run up to you.
“h-hey, wait!”
you heard the shouting come from behind you.
you looked behind you and you couldn’t recognize the guy off the bat but nonetheless, you listened.
he stopped right in front of you, crouching down with his hands on his knees like he had just run a marathon.
he finally stood up after what seemed like hours.
he looked at you dead in your eyes, and you have to be honest, you kinda got uncomfortable with his stare.
he looked nervous just staring at you. jeez, you weren’t that scary, were you?
he slowly placed a hand on your shoulder, and looked like he was trying to, i don’t know, look cool?
“hey.”
you giggled at his poor attempt to start a conversation with you.
you didn’t mean to, it was just—hard not to!
“hey. do i, know you or something?”
miles started to panic, he didn’t think it’d go this far!
“i-uh-yeah! we have science together! i’m miles morales.”
“oh! lovely to finally meet you morales. i’m y/n.”
you said, sticking your hand out for him to shake.
he looked at it for a second and took your hand.
y/n, what a cute name. miles thought to himself as the bell rung.
“ugh, it’s so loud for no reason.”
you complained, letting go of his hand.
“yeah, i know right.”
“well—i’ll see you ‘round, miles.”
you said, walking away while waving.
miles just nodded and waved back. he could tell he looked like a loser, he could feel his muscles all tense as he waved back.
when you were out of sight, he finally relaxed.
he finally talked to you, and he got your name!
miles has got to tell uncle aaron about this later!
thank u guys for 200 followers i might cry
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Sweetest Kisses | Spider-Verse HCs
Featuring: 1610!Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy, Pavitr Prabakhar, Hobie Brown, Miguel O'Hara x GN!Reader
Summary: How it's like for them to be so in love with the feeling of kissing your lips with chapsticks on.
A/N: There'll be a part 2 with Peter B, Margo, Jess Drew, Ben Reilly, and Spot so stay tuned!
MILES MORALES - SPIDER-MAN
Loves how they add this little kick of flavor whenever your lips touch his, and I just KNOW for sure he'd play the chapstick challenge with you by guessing what flavor you're using right now.
"Is this one cherry flavored, ma?"
"Guess again."
"Wait wait, I think this one's watermelon?"
"Peaches and cream, actually.
"Man, why do I always lose this challenge?"
GWEN STACY - SPIDER-GWEN/GHOST SPIDER
Doesn't want to admit it (until you find it out yourself) but she loves how good the flavored chapstick tasted and smelled on your lips as an excuse to stare at your lips more just so she can get you to kiss her. Also, I feel like she'd secretly steal one of yours because come on, the lipbalm is so good, ok?
"Hey, isn't that one of my chapsticks?"
"Uh... yes"
"Gwen..."
"Fine, but I can't get enough of how good your chapstick tastes, okay? And it smells so good!"
Then you'd just kiss your silly girlfriend on the lips to satisfy her craving ;)
PAVITR PRABAKHAR - SPIDER-MAN INDIA
Thinks you're even more precious to how sweet your kisses feel with the flavored chapsticks you often wear as of now. Would definitely steal kisses from you at times and whenever he pulls away, you're faced with the biggest grin ever from your boyfriend.
"How are you this sweet, meri jaan? You're the sweetest thing I've ever met but knowing you wearing the flavored lipbalm if I kiss you makes you even sweeter."
"Maybe you're the cuter one, Pav." you booped his nose.
Cheesy, but Pavitr's your kind of cheesy, right?
HOBIE BROWN - SPIDER-PUNK
The feeling of your flavored chapstick AND the cool metal of his lip ring combined? Now that's a treat because them combined makes his kisses even better thanks to the fact he enjoyed the taste of your precious lipbalm. So whenever you pull away, he'll pull you back in for a kiss.
"Nuh uh, love. Just wanna taste ya more."
"So you wanna do it again? But wait until I finish reapplying the chapstick-"
"That can wait. Now, let me taste that again."
MIGUEL O'HARA - SPIDER-MAN 2099
I established that Miguel won't show much PDA in from others but as soon as the two of you are alone... he can't get his hands and lips off you. So like, if you're one of the people out there who prefer chapstick to lipstick, Miguel would love it too because he LOVES tasting them in your lips whenever he kisses you. He'll offer to apply it for you, only for him to ruin it by kissing you right after.
"Miguel!"
"What, cariño?"
"You ruined it!"
"Can't help it when your lips taste this good."
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Hey! If you're requests are open I'd love to read how a meeting between the reader and 1610 Miles at a party would go. Love your writing!
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Characters: Spiderverse!1610!Miles Morales x Black!GN!Reader
Genre: Headcanons
Synopsis: At another one of Rio’s rooftop parties, there’s a new face among the crowd. How would Miles take to meeting a new friend at a party?
Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff we all deserve !!
A/N: Still slowly but surely getting back into the swing of things! A lot has been going on recently that has affected my motivation and ability to write, but I’m still here and still very present in all the fandoms i’m in, so don’t be shy to send in those requests!
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I often imagine in these kind of situations, because Miles doesn’t have many friends, he’s often either off to the side somewhere just jamming to the music on his own, or the little cousins are absolutely hounding him for some form of entertainment. There is no in between lol. But for this, lets refer to the formerly mentioned, and say this also takes place after the trilogy fiasco.
Like said previously, he doesn’t have many friends. The friends he does- or, did have, he can’t ever really see again. Maybe he’s got his cousins the talk to, and he of course has Ganke on speed dial, but other than that, Miles definitely feels more alone than ever at these parties.
A new face coming around would be met with a bit of apprehension. He doesn’t know how he should approach you. Should he introduce himself first? Wait til your parent(s) do? Should he offer you something from the food table? Start the conversation about the mix the DJ is playing? You definitely see the thoughts flashing across his face, and it’s only when you’re in front of him that his mind completely halts he lets a strained ‘hi’ come from his lips, a sheepish smile on his face and his heart racing because he probably looks like an idiot right now-
Turns out, you’re the kid of yet another family friend - can never have too many of those am i right? - who’s just as lost as he is, just as nervous and out of touch as he is. Maybe you don’t want to be here, maybe you aren’t sure why you had to come in the first place. But Miles’ first act of kindness to break the awkward silence is to awkwardly shuffle his feet, reach into his pocket to pull out his earbud case, and offer one up to you with a sheepish “do you like rap music?’
You both sit for a minute as you shuffle through his music playlists - he’s kind of nervous cuz he hopes you’re not judging his music taste, but when he sees you bobbing your head to the beat, it gives him some relief. After some time with this, one (or both) of your stomach rumbles and the food table is suddenly calling your name. Miles leads you to it so that he can tell you all that’s laid out. He himself eagerly grabs a small plateful of alcapurrias de Yuca (stuffed Yuca fritters) and tostones (double-fried plantains). He makes a point to point out some foods you may like - there’s a wide array of them, no thanks to his mom and aunties who always make sure the party table is always filled with foods from home.
Remember that scaffolding under the water tower for that building that was shown in the movies? Yeah, he takes you up there. Partially because the music is too loud to hear his own thoughts now, but also because he now sees you as someone cool and potential friend, and wants to get to know you better. Maybe it’s also the looming eyes of his mom that seemingly tell him to at least try and make friends with (especially someone they know, all things considered). And that’s where you guys chill out for the remainder of the party. You share socials, send each other titktoks or instagram reels, and make sure to exchange contact info to keep in touch. I think that throughout all of this, despite the anxiety that always comes with meeting someone new, Miles is forever grateful that he’s gained a new friend, and he definitely can’t wait to hang out with you more!
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in which miles morales is unfaithful
it was a rare, quiet night where crime was not as active and the citizen of brooklyn were behaving themselves for once and sleeping during the night. during nights like these, you often find yourself inviting miles into your room, following the routine of awkwardly chatting and flirting with each other for a few minutes before the both of you end up on the bed. his arm looped around your shoulder, fingers restlessly caressing your shoulder every once in a while.
"you sure it's okay for you to be here right now? no spiders will be crawling in my room in the middle of the night?" you turned to lie on your stomach, teasing gaze locked onto him.
"none but me," his hooded gaze dropped from your lips to your eyes, a lazy smirk growing on his face. "you don't gotta worry about a thing, she won't find out."
find out about what exactly? oh nothing, just about how gwen stacy's boyfriend has been sneaking around with you behind her back. just about how most of his free time was spent in your room lip locking, playing with each others hair, sleepovers or having deep conversations that feel to intimate for two 'friends'.
your head dropped to lay beside him, and you reach for his hand. "i know she's not gonna find out. i just wish she'd stop hovering around me all the time." an exaggerated sign left your lips.
"no you don't," he chuckled, packing your cheeks lovingly. "you love the thrill of sneaking around, knowing she only thinks she has me, but you got a chokehold on my heart, mami."
he hit the nail on the head there. "say it again"
his hand shrouded over yours, and slowly trailed in down, stopping at where his heart beats under his basketball jersey. "feel that? its all for you."
its moments like these where you wonder why he's dating her. even if he was doing this with her, you knew for sure in your heart that the level of intimacy did not reach the one you shared.
your hands held his face gently and nothing was said for a minute as you just stared at each other, communicating all the emotions that you couldn't express out loud.
like magnets, your faces drew closer together before your lips met in a kiss which was yet again, way to intimate for 'the other woman' to be receiving.
the night progressed as the two of you non verbally communicated everything you wanted to say to each other, because the both of you shared the logic of 'if i don't say it out loud, it doesn't count'
the night began to come to its end, and thus came the dreaded goodbye. you both know that if he leaves now, the next time he returns, you'll start from square one again, making awkward conversation to distract yourselves from how much you desire each other.
"do you really have to go now," your arms locked around his torso in protest. "you can stay a while, stay the night even?"
"it's very tempting," he frowned, caressing your cheek. "but you know my mom, she'll flip the whole town over if im not there in the morning."
it hurt his heart to see your frown deepen, so he kissed the creases inbetween your eyebrows to get you to release the tension. "dont frown, ill be back. you know i always will be."
with that, you watched the boy you loved the most leave you for the day. as much as you enjoyed the thrill of being 'the other woman', you wished you weren't restricted to seeing him when the sky was dark and nobody was looking your way.
that was probably the only thing gwen stacy had on you.
and you hated it.
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HEAR ME OUT RN
miles morales X fem!reader who LOVES studying and fashion but is like insanely burnt out and too tired to work so she resorts to some NOT good coping mechanisms (up to you, whatever youre comfy with!!)
This came out way longer than I expected, sorry hehe ^^” but I wanted to portray an unhealthy coping mechanism that I feel like isn’t talked about enough!
Not to sound cheesy or whatever but I hope we can all learn something from this one (◔︣◡◔᷅) <3
Word count: 1.3k
ASTV - Burned Out and Miserable (Miles)
You were angry. Your fingers smashed the keys on your keyboard so rapidly that, if you were in a cartoon, a thick plume of black smoke would be coming from beneath your hands.
Your face was twisted in a wretched frown as you stared at the screen. How could this person be so stupid?
You were entirely enraptured in an argument online. You’d seen a post that you didn’t like, and left a rather brash comment saying as much. You hadn’t expected the original poster to see it; you were really just venting with the expectation of getting lost in the sea of other comments, or otherwise ignored. But they had replied, and now here you were, throwing way too much into the ring and fighting dirty.
You bit your tongue roughly, trying to think of the nastiest, rudest thing to say to hurt this person. They’d spared you no courtesy, and you were just returning the favor.
Your phone buzzed for what felt like the millionth time, and this time you were so aggravated that you threw it across the room. It landed with a quiet whomp on your bed, and then you were back at it, getting nastier by the second. You were just so angry, so miserable, and you just had to impose it on the world.
You hadn’t been aware of just how dark it was in your room until your door opened, unleashing a searing beam of light right on you. You almost hissed like a vampire as you brought up a hand to block it from your eyes.
“Why is it so dark in here?” It was Miles, sounding amused while he left the door wide open and walked over to sit on your bed.
“Sure, just make yourself at home,” you grumbled, sending glances to your screen out of the corner of your eye.
“Well, this explains why you haven’t been answering my texts,” he chuckled, picking up your phone and putting it on your nightstand so he could sit on your bed.
You turned sharply back to your computer when you saw a new message from your opponent.
“I noticed that you haven’t really been… I dunno, lively, I guess. Not like you usually are. And I know you’ve been working really hard lately, so I was thinking that maybe you’ve been working too hard.”
His voice was just noise; annoying noise, like a fly buzzing around your head. You didn’t give him any sign that you were listening, nor at all interested in what he was saying, but he continued anyway.
“I know how much you like fashion stuff,” he was saying, and suddenly the rustling of a plastic bag accompanied his annoying voice, “so I brought you a bunch of magazines.”
Your mouth was twitching irritably. You still gave him no acknowledgement, keeping your back turned and your eyes fixed on your screen.
“I thought we could make one of those collages I’ve seen you make. For fun. Just totally chill.”
“Will you shut up?” You finally snapped. The words felt like knives coming out of your mouth, and suddenly your head was in your hands and a loud groan was leaving your lips.
Anger burned in your chest, overwhelming all else. You couldn’t even think, you were just so angry.
“Woah,” was all Miles could say. Several seconds of silence passed.
You felt his presence behind you. He was leaning forward, looking at your screen. You could practically hear him grimacing as he asked what you were up to.
“This stupid—!” You burst again, your head whipping up and your hands gesturing sharply, your arms stiff with rage. But your anger was running out of fuel; the white hot rage was cooling to a simmering, exhausted frustration. You just shook your head and scoffed.
Miles was reading the messages. He already knew all he needed to.
“Y/n, this isn’t healthy,” he was pointing meekly at the screen. “I mean… yikes.”
Suddenly the exhaustion was fighting to drown out your anger, and your hyper-focused, angry perspective was expanding. You were back in your room. It was dark outside now. Hours had passed since you sat down at your computer that afternoon. Miles was here. Miles, who you’d just snapped at. Miles, who was shocked at the person you’d just become for a few hours under the anonymity of your internet persona.
You blinked at the messages you’d sent, completely ignoring the ones your opponent had shot back. Who was this person? How could they be so terrible? It was you.
Your hand came up to your mouth, and a shuddering breath left your lips. “Oh god…”
Miles’ eyes flicked between you and the computer. “Y/n, it’s okay,” he was already comforting you, sensing the growing dread in your gut.
“No..! How could I..?! I was so horrible!” You dropped your head into your hands, drawing your knees up to your chest. “I didn’t mean it…” you whimpered miserably. “I was just so tired, so angry… I didn’t know what I was doing…”
“Because you were working so hard?” Miles guessed.
You had to think for a second, but at length you nodded. “I didn’t know what to do… I was so miserable.”
You were shaking now, completely mortified by your actions. Miles wrapped an arm around you, smoothing your shirt against your back. “That wasn’t really you; you weren’t yourself.”
You knew as much, of course, but that didn’t stop the guilt. “It’s all my fault. I was so mean.”
“Yeah, you were pretty mean…” he admitted, but then hurried to defend you: “but you were also hurting.”
Tears were pricking your eyes. You nodded, remembering how horrible you’d been feeling even before tonight. Tired, irritable, no motivation…
“But that’s not an excuse.”
“No,” Miles agreed, “but it’s an explanation.”
Your face was mostly covered by your hands, but you noticed the light from your computer suddenly dimming.
“Wait,” you said quickly, raising your head and lowering your legs back to the floor in a panic, “let me apologize to them.”
Miles shook his head, turning the device off all the way. “Not a good idea right now. You both need to cool down.”
“I’m cool,” you insisted, reaching for your keyboard. But Miles just pushed back your chair, inserting himself between you and your desk and towering over you with one hand on each of your chair’s arms. “Y/n. Let it go. For now, at least.”
You tried to lean to the side to look at your computer, but Miles dipped his head so you were looking at him instead.
Your face scrunched slowly, tears coming to your eyes again. You felt like sobbing, but throat was tightening and you could make no noise.
Miles dropped to his knees, wrapping both his arms around your middle and holding your head against his shoulder.
You threw your arms around him in turn, unleashing everything at last. You’d think that you’d been blowing off steam during your argument, but no; that had only made things so much worse.
You told it all. The overworking, the exhaustion, the misery—everything. The words came out strained between hiccuping sobs and shushing reassurances from Miles, and when you finished you spent a while longer burying your face in his hoodie.
“I never want that to happen again,” you whimpered.
“Neither do I. I hate seeing you all stressed out like that.”
You separated, wiping your face with your sleeve and looking at Miles with red, puffy eyes. “Am I a bad person?”
He shook his head, his hands sliding down your arms to hold your hands. “Nah, you just… suck at coping.”
That got a bittersweet giggle out of you. You looked away, abashed.
“Don’t worry, though. I’m gonna help you. I never wanna see you like this again. I want you to take breaks, don’t overwork yourself… and don’t go online when you’re upset, yeah? That’s, like, one of the worst things you can do.”
You frowned, nodding. “Yeah. Yeah… I think I can try that.” You finally met his gaze, and your frown turned into a small smile. “If you’ll help me.”
Miles grinned, leaning in for a tender kiss. “I said I would, didn’t I?”
Thank you so much for this amazing request!! And thanks for reading, take care lovelies <33
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Into/across the spider-verse
head-canons:
E!42 Miles Head-canons I
E!42 Miles Head-canons II
E!42 Miles BF Head-canons.
Gwen Stacy Head-canons I
drabbles:
Late Nights
Movie night with E!42 Miles
E!42 Aaron asks E!42 Miles about you
E!42 Miles needs glasses
E!42 Miles comforts insecure reader
You and Miles play basket ball
E!42 Miles and Rio go grocery shopping
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A very Spidey Christmas - 1610!Miles
Pairing: 1610!Miles Morales x GN!reader
Word count: 359
Warnings: Mentions of food (Christmas cookies), use of a nickname (mi corazón) slightly immature reader (they’re just a lil frustrated yall 💔)
A/N: sorry it’s so short 😔
:3
“How are you so good at this?!”
You had been at it for almost an hour now, trying your very best to get a steady stream from your piping bag so you could write little words on the Christmas sugar cookies Rio had given you and Miles to decorate.
Miles chuckled softly, scooting closer to watch your futile attempts at drawing a tree in green icing. “Oh, you know. I’m just awesomely artistic, nobody can frost cookies as well as I can~”
You raised your eyebrows at the exaggerated attitude packed into his voice as he pretended to flip an imaginary ponytail over his shoulder. “Oh, okay then. Take these, will you?”
His overly sassy façade crumbled as you pushed your plate of cookies toward him and made to get up. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry - see, the trick is to spread your fingers evenly over the base of the bag. You’ll have more control over the line that way. Also, don’t squeeze too hard or it’ll come out blobby.”
“You’ll come out blobby,” You muttered under your breath as you took the plate of cookies. Was that comment immature? Yeah, definitely. Did you care? Not particularly. You grabbed your piping bag again, trying not to let your frustration get the better of you as you watched the slow line of icing appear along the cookie’s border.
The silence that followed your remark would have been odd, almost awkward if you couldn’t somehow sense the wrath of the ever-familiar doe-eyed gaze that was being unleashed upon you.
“Miles, no,” You tried to put your hand in front of him to block him from your view, but he grabbed your wrist and gently tugged it away, forcing you to look him straight in his eyes. Big brown eyes didn’t do them justice, they were more like… pools of chocolate with honeycomb undertones. Enough to put a puppy’s saddest gaze to shame.
“Noooo, not the eyes - you know I can’t handle those eyes!” You complained, a small laugh gracing your tone as he pulled you in to plant a kiss on your cheek, wearing a large shit-eating grin.
“That’s the idea, mi corazón.”
Mi corazón - my heart :D
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we all notice hobie in this scene cause he’s a cutie pie but LOOK AT MILES EYES
HES SO FUNNY (o 0)
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request ! 😌
i saw something about Mrs. Morales having a picture of Miles’ girlfriend in her wallet and i think it’s literally the cutest thing ever 😭😭😭 could you write some headcannons about Mrs. Morales absolutely loving Miles’ girlfriend? for both E-1610 Miles and E-42 Miles? thank you !!!
— Mama Love
pairing ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ 42!miles morales x fem!reader, 1610!miles morales x fem!reader
summary ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ tía morales really enjoys having you as her son’s girlfriend.
warnings ✧˖ ° fluff, cursing, tía morales offering to whoop miles’s ass for you.
m. list, main m. list.
translations ✧࿓☾ mi niña preciosa: my precious little girl, si la vuelves a lastimar te juro que—: if you hurt her again i swear that i’ll—, no la vuelvas a dejar plantada!: don’t you ever stand her up again, niño no hagas que te golpé: boy don’t make me whoop you.
a/n . . ◟੭ hey, sweet anon! i think i know what fic you’re talking about, but i don’t remember the author. i love tía morales, hope you enjoy!
42!miles morales
this boy does not play with his girl and mom so you better believe that he was so happy that his mom loved you so much.
at first he was worried that his mom wouldn’t accept you or get along with you because in that case he would’ve no choice but to break up with you in order to not make his mom uncomfortable.
she matters too much to him for him to just go and date someone she doesn’t approve of.
but his worries vanished the moment he saw the two of you in the kitchen after he had come from some prowler business and heard his mom talking about how beautiful you were and how you and miles complemented each other.
that was the first time you two had met and since then you were inseparable.
you were the it mom and future daughter-in-law duo.
many times you and tía morales were talking about him and she found absolutely adorable the way your eyes lid up when talking about her son
“mi niña preciosa,” she would sigh. “you and miles are made for each other.”
other times you would talk about the world of fashion and gossip about the women and men in the neighborhood.
one time tía morales argued with a woman after she had cursed at you, telling her about how she was too grown to be acting like that.
you two laughed about it later and she let you know that if you ever needed help from ladies who acted like children to just call her.
one time miles even complained about the amount of time his mother spent with his girlfriend and he got called selfish.
never complained to either of you again.
his uncle aaron once got to hear this complain and laughed at him telling him he’s a simp
miles got you and his mom matching neckless and you two absolutely loved them.
now, neither of you takes it off.
then he got jealous of that so he got you and him matching bracelets.
you have a picture of him and his mom as your homescreen and he got jealous because it used to be only him.
tía morales has you as her homescreen and everytime someone sees it she would tell them that you were her son’s girlfriend who was her niña preciosa.
you would come over even when miles was not there just to spend time with her.
she taught you how to cook many dishes puertorriqueños.
and if you didn’t speak spanish already, she would teach you many words.
would feel guilty when she said a bad word around you and you would repeat it.
“no, mi niña. don’t say that!”
miles always got an earful from his mom whenever he did something to you that she found out of line, like one time he yelled at you.
“si la vuelves a lastimar te juro que—”
yeah, he never yelled at you after that.
or like ever did anything that would hurt you.
miles might act like he didn’t like how close you and his mom were but he secretly loved that.
you and tía morales couldn’t care less if he liked your closeness or not.
1610!miles morales
now this one does love his mom but wouldn’t break up with you if you two didn’t get along.
but since day one you and tía morales got along right away.
it was like you were destined to be her daughter-in-law, like she would often say.
miles absolutely loved that and would often join both of you in your conversations and cooking lessons.
one time you were learning how to make patacón and miles was absolutely freaking out because he felt like you would get burned.
tía morales took him out of the kitchen, telling him that if he kept being in there with all that bad energy then you will end up burning yourself.
she taught you a lot of different recipes from her culture and if you are boricua then you would just make them together, since people use different seasonings for everything.
tía morales and you would walk around the neighborhood, talking about some lady from there who cheated on her husband and how he publicly humiliated her right in front of everyone.
one time miles stood you up for the fifth time and since you didn’t know he was spiderman, you just felt neglected by him for no reason.
his mom made sure to make things clear for him.
“no la vuelvas a dejar plantada!” the look she gave him was enough for him not to make his patrols around the same time as your dates.
he had to apologize with flowers and chocolates that his mom helped pick out for you, she also told him to give you some money.
after that you felt better and forgave miles, but not before thanking tía morales for talking to him.
tía morales and you went out a lot.
like going shopping,
buying ice cream,
going to restaurants where miles tagged along.
miles never felt jealousy of you spending time with his mom but he felt a little mad when he found out that he was no longer your homescreen wallpaper.
he was, but his mom was in the picture too so he got pouty.
he complained right there in front of his mom, acting like a damn child.
“niño, no hagas que te golpé.” tía morales had said, giving him a blank stare.
yeah, never complained again.
but you had to make him your perfile picture in every socia media or he will ignore you.
you made his mom your whatsapp perfile pic though, since she made you download it. (if you had it before then you just put it because you wanted to show off your bfs mother).
she had you as her homescreen and would feel so proud whenever someone called the girl in the picture gorgeous and would immediately say that it was her son’s gf.
in the end you and tía morales are besties.
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626483838 years later and ya girl finally finished writing part 3 of Unforgettable LET’S MAKE SOME MF NOISEEE 😛 revising it in the morn
late asf ik but let’s not talk ab that LMFAOO
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For All the Mary Janes
summary; 'in every other universe, gwen stacy falls for spider-man. and in every other universe, it doesn’t end well'. what about the mary janes, then?
or, in which you're the mary jane to miles's spider-man
pairing(s); e-1610! Miles Morales x reader, e-42! Miles Morales x reader
warning(s); i didn’t have any specific gender or race for r in mind while writing, but rio calls r ‘mija’ once and i think that’s ab it
maybe some incorrect usage of Spanish? Spanish speakers who can respond to my weird questions pls hmu
maybe ooc but it’s been in my drafts so long i just wanted to get it out tbh
implied/mentioned parental issues with reader, not proofread, written (mostly) at ao3 hours
You and Miles were always joined at the hip. Your parents knew each other well, so your families were together a lot. Mr. and Mrs. Morales saw you like their own daughter, often joking that you and Miles would be engaged when you got older with the way he could never leave you alone.
At least, up till around two years ago.
You and Miles started to grow apart when you got into Visions Academy. He thought it was a stupid school full of stuck-up rich kids who only cared about making connections that would help them along further down the line. You thought it was a good school that had a good track record of producing students that had a lot of success in what they wanted to do.
Some things were said the day before your transfer.
Since then, the two of you rarely texted or called. Mrs. Morales would often come by for coffee with your mom, tell you about how her son was doing and gush over 'how much you've grown' from last Tuesday, but that was about the only way you knew the vague outline of what he was up to.
You'd admit you felt lonely for a while. After all, Miles had been your best friend ever since you could remember. But you also weren't going to go running to him after everything he'd said.
I mean, was it really that bad to want a good future?
Soon enough though, you felt like yourself again. You met new people, made new contacts, and actual friends. Because contrary to popular belief, the people there weren't all mini business men and heartless CEOs in the making. They were just kids, after all.
And then, Miles won the draw. Just a few weeks before the start of the new semester, your parents mentioned that he'd be going to your school from now on in passing.
You didn't think much of it at first. I mean, everyone has that one childhood friend that they fell apart with, right? For the first week or so, you didn't even see his face much. In fact, you didn't see him at all, not even a glimpse in the halls.
That was about to change drastically.
Short story shorter, you caught a glimpse of him walking on the side of the school with pigeons stuck to his hands. A month or two later, Spider-Man climbed through your dorm window, ripping off his mask and ranting about some villain of the week.
"I couldn't even catch the guy-"
"Miles?"
"...You're not Ganke."
The two of you made up that night. He apologized, admitting he was being unfair and was upset that you were leaving his school. It didn't exactly clear everything, but it was a start. The two of you caught each other up on everything they had missed. In the end, the sun was about to come up and the both of you realized you hadn't gotten a minute of sleep on a school night.
From then on, the two of you get closer again. He went to you for the occasional rant or patch up, and he actively sought you out in school now, relieved to see a familiar face in the halls. Gradually, you got close to the point you'd call him one of your best friends and vice versa after around a year of radio static.
Everything was great. He was cute, funny - in an awkward way, but hey, he made you laugh - he looked out for you, and when he talked to you he did this cute little thing where he would play with the strings of his hoodie which he somehow always managed to layer on with like two other jackets and—
Oh yeah, did we mention the crush you had on him?
Because there was one.
Big huge one, right here. Materialized out of thin air looks like.
Which should have been fine. You were perfectly capable of hiding a crush. I mean, come on, it's high school. You would've been eaten alive if you couldn't.
Normally, you would even be confident that you could make your crush like you back. I mean, why wouldn't he?
Two words. One person.
Gwen Stacy.
It was like he could never go even one conversation without mentioning her.
Slight exaggeration? Maybe. Maybe not.
"Oh yeah, that's cool! Y'know, Gwen told me one time that—"
"You got an A, I knew you could do it! I told you so. Did you know Gwen got A's in—"
"Oh hey, you got your hair cut! Reminds me of that time when me and Gwen—"
At first, it was bearable. Sure, she came up annoyingly often whenever you talked, but she had just left this dimension, never to be seen again. Of course he was gonna miss her.
You laughed at all his stories, listened to every one even though he told the same six or seven ones over and over again. You even grew to like Gwen, as if you'd known her for the short amount of time Miles did, too.
But then two months passed. Then six. Then a whole year. Before you knew it, a year and four months had passed since the departure of Gwen Stacy.
And he still. Wouldn't. Shut. Up.
You had tried to understand. You really did.
But you can only hear the same damn jokes so many times before you get a migraine.
Pick any story. You could list off every variation of how Miles would tell it off the top of your head.
Gwen Stacy became the daughter of one of your mom’s friends, so to speak. That one girl in the neighborhood you couldn’t help but envy.
And worst of all, it was like he wished you were her.
Whenever you did something, he would tell you how Gwen could do it better. He would ask you whether or not you thought Gwen would like certain trinkets he found around town, and kept a collection of them in one of his drawers so he could give them to her one day. He was even studying quantum physics instead of art so that he could make his own multiversal gateway - a safe one, so that he could unlock the multiverse, possibly for good.
It hurt when he zoned out while you were telling him about you, thinking about her; your day, what you wanted to study, how your parents were fighting a lot again lately and you were struggling because of it, how you'd joined a new band—
"A band, huh?" Miles suddenly perked up, finally looking up from his sketchbook. "Did I tell you Gwen's in a band? It's called the Mary Janes—"
"Miles would you please stop?"
A pause, both of you mildly surprised at how you'd snapped at him.
The two of you were at your dorm, seated side-by-side on the bed with your legs folded in front of you. It was Friday, the day before Mr. Morales’s pre signing-in party.
The boy looked at you, a questioning look on his face. "What's wrong?"
And that tilt with his head - he really didn't know, did he? You couldn't decide if that was better or worse.
"Miles, I know Gwen's in a band," He tried to say something, but you didn't let him speak before you continued. "I know she's a drummer, I know she does ballet, I know she had to shave half of her head because you couldn't control your powers - hell, the whole school knows that—"
"C’mon, don’t bring that up—"
"—I know every single story she told you while she was here, and I know every single detail of what you two did and how you did it. And I know she does everything I can do and she does it better. I’m tired of hearing it, Miles." His eyebrows furrowed, a slightly hurt look flashing across his face. "I’m sorry you miss her and I’m sorry she’s gone, but I just can’t be around you if all you’re gonna do is compare me to her."
A moment of silence settled in the air. You hoped Miles would understand. Surely, he’d see how tedious this was getting.
"All I’m asking is for you to tone it down."
Another beat passes without a word from the boy. He’s looking into your eyes, but it doesn’t seem like he’s all there. Like there’s a world past your irises that he’s seeing for the first time.
"I- I’m sorry, y/n, I can’t do that." Miles finally says, his gaze turning away from yours and to the sketch he’d been working on for the last hour. You glanced down at it as well, the bright blue eyes of the one and only Gwen Stacy meeting yours.
"You’re the only one I can talk to on this," he said quietly, softly closing the sketchbook and tapping a finger nervously on the cover.
"Ganke?"
"Ganke’s fine, he’s great, he’s just.. not someone I can go to for these things."
You took a deep breath, the guilt of having to tell him ‘no’ building up in your chest. You knew his relationship with his parents were complicated at the moment, and he didn’t really have friends outside of you and Ganke. But still.. it was like he wasn’t at all interested in what was going on in your life ever since your initial reconnection.
It wasn’t like you expected a complete 50:50 give-and-take in relationships, but honestly you felt like you were talking to a robot with very limited audio cues.
"Miles, you don’t listen to me anymore. The only time you actually respond to anything I say is when it’s something even remotely related to Gwen."
"That’s not true!" Miles protested. You watched as he tried to find something to argue his point, only to come up empty. His shoulders sagged a little.
"But you gotta understand, Gwen - I’m not gonna see her again, at least until I figure out.. everything." He said in a quiet voice. "I need to talk to someone. Can’t you understand?”
"I’m not trying to shut everything down, I’m just asking you to pay attention to me every once in a while." You sighed. "And if you’e not willing to do that… do you even think of me as a friend?"
-
Miles left your dorm not long after that little talk, sneaking out the same way he snuck in; through the window. You dug your nails into your palms, breathing in and out in a steady rhythm to push down any sadness you may have felt. It was the second time you and Miles had grown apart, this time maybe your fault a little more than his. It felt like it, anyway.
Still, you felt like you’d done the right thing.
You hoped so, anyway.
-
It was an hour before Jeff Morales’s technically-not-captain-yet-but-will-be-soon celebration. Your dad and yourself had come early to prepare everything and set up all the decorations. Your mom apparently ‘couldn’t make it’. It was the third time in the last two weeks she cancelled on plans that your dad was involved in.
You stacked red plastic cups on one of the tables, a cooler full of ice and two-litre soda bottles to your left. Miles’s parents had insisted they didn’t need any help, but your dad had insisted right on back that the two of you wanted to. You didn’t mind. You’d cleared your evening for the event anyway, so it’s not like you had anything better to do.
The one thing that made you kind of regret coming was your lack of a jacket. It’d been really sunny in the morning, so you’d figured it would be a warm night. A breeze picked up and sent a light chill through your body, causing you to just barely shiver.
"Mija," Mrs. Morales called, coming up from behind you and laying a hand on your shoulder. "You’re freezing."
"Oh, I’m fine, mama," you replied, smiling at her. She gave you a look that said ‘we both know that isn’t true’.
"Miles might have something in his room," she suggested, "I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you borrowed one of his clothes."
You thanked her but refused, claiming it might get warmer once the guests started to arrive and the party was at full swing. She must have noticed something was off when she mentioned Miles, because she raised an eyebrow and shook her head lightly before asking,
"What did he do now?"
Either you’re really bad at hiding things from her or her motherly sixth-sense worked on you too. You hesitated, but decided it wouldn’t hurt to tell her. After all, Rio had always been like a mom to you.
"We had a fight - if you can even call it that, anyway, about a girl," you said, fiddling with a plastic cup. "We’re not on real good terms right now, I don’t think…"
Rio looked slightly surprised for a moment, then something seemed to click into place. She sighed and put her hands on your cheeks. "He’s a little bit slow," she said, giving you a sympathetic smile. "But he’ll get there. Eventually."
She then squished your face before immediately letting go, making you laugh. "Now go get yourself a jacket. I don’t want my only daughter to freeze to death."
You held your hands up in surrender as she pointed to the stairs, swiftly making your way down to the Moraleses’ flat. You had a spare key that Miles’s parents had given you a long while ago, when your parents used to have full on screaming matches in the middle of the living room every other day.
Within a couple minutes you’d grabbed one of the dozen coats, hoodies and jackets strewn about Miles’s closet, pulling the soft material over your shoulders as you took a glance around his room. Everything was about the same as you’d seen two or three weeks ago, save for a few new stickers laid about the desk.
There was an all-too-familiar sketchbook on the bed, one similar to what Miles had been scribbling in last night in your dorm, just in a different color. This one looked a bit more used, so you supposed he’d gotten it and packed it full of Gwen Stacy just after she left this reality. The thought put a bitter taste on your tongue.
-
A half an hour into the party, Miles still hadn’t showed up. He was supposed to be here at least twenty minutes ago, and you could tell his parents were getting both worried and annoyed. Rio asked around for her son as Jeff chatted with some colleagues. Suddenly, an auntie shoved a mic into Mrs. Morales’s hand, drawing everybody’s attention to her by clinking her glass. Jeff looked away in what could only be described as complete horror.
"Um, hi…"
You grinned as she continued with embarrassing stories about her husband, from little anecdotes from when they were dating to how he was almost 10lbs as a baby. It was then that Mr. Morales jumped in, quickly taking the mic away from her and giving his own speech.
"—And to my son…"
You grimaced as he raised his cup, looking around for someone who wasn’t there. The two of you met eyes instead, and you shook your head to tell him he hadn’t showed with an apologetic look. He turned to his wife, only for her to do the same. He cleared his throat before continuing.
"…The reason I do any of this in the first place. So.. I love you Miles."
Afterwards, the DJ put the records on again. People are talking, laughing, congratulating, creating a warm, buzzing atmosphere. You’re dragged away by a few little kids to play with them over by a small cluster of barrels, which they’ve decided is their ‘lair’. You play make believe with them for a little while as their parents stand a bit away with your own dad, occasionally glancing over at you to make sure the kids are behaving.
It’s then that Miles finally shows up, pushing the door open with two boxes in his arms. You follow him through your peripheral vision as he tries to avoid his parents, ultimately failing. You’re not sure what they’re saying, but it doesn’t seem to be going that well. He shows them the contents of his boxes, which doesn’t seem to impress them too much.
After a couple more words, Mr. Morales raises his voice, the DJ trying to divert people’s attention away by upping the volume but ultimately giving up.
"What do you got to tell me so bad?"
"You know what? Never mind."
Miles walked away, pulling his hood up as his dad yelled after him about him being grounded for two months. Must’ve been really bad, huh?
You waited for the music to come back on before you made your way to the exit, ruffling one of the little kids’ hair as he skittered away with his sister. You’re just going to check on him for a minute, just to see if he’s okay. You can do that… right? I mean sure, it might be awkward since things had ended like that last night, but still.
No one else was going to.
You let yourself into the flat once again, approaching Mile’s room with soft footsteps. You’re just outside the door when—
"Are these your drawings?"
You stop dead in your tracks. Your heart freezes right along with you. For a moment, you felt like a deer in headlights.
A feeling crawls its way under your skin, cold and slippery. You don’t know how you know, but you’re absolutely positive.
"Missed you too."
Gwen Stacy.
-
You’re on your way home, your hands rubbing up and down your arms to try to warm yourself up during the walk. You lived a little while away from Miles’s place, but it’s nothing you can’t walk.
You’d left the jacket on the Morales’ couch, turning on your heel and leaving the moment you heard her voice.
Damn it.
When had she gotten back? How had she gotten back? What was Miles’s reaction?
What were they doing now?
…Did you really want to know?
As your brain clouded over with questions, you took a wrong turn. Maybe two. Or three. Honestly, you didn’t know. Once you realized that this definitely wasn’t your neighborhood, you stopped yourself mid-step, looking around to see if anything was familiar at all.
Your eyes settled on a building, as there really wasn’t anything other than that around here other than some roads and bridges. One of the windows were glowing.
Then the whole structure began to rumble.
The ground beneath your feet started to turn… black…?
Wha—
-
You fell.
Not for too long, but you did.
You dropped around six feet onto hard concrete, twisting your ankle in the process. You cried out in pain and surprise.
"What the—?"
"Y/n?"
You looked up at that. You knew that voice.
Except, you didn’t.
The first thing you noticed is that this definitely was not the place you were in before. This place was more narrow, more dark. Light rain pattered on your skin as your hands supported your sitting position, wondering what the hell was going on.
The person who’d said your name was at the entrance to the alley you’d been.. teleported? to.
They took hesitant steps over to you, and, for some reason, you didn’t feel scared that this complete stranger had cornered you in a place you’d never even seen before.
Maybe the voice is what made you think it was alright.
Or maybe it was his face, which made your heart stop its primary function for the second time today.
"Miles?"
But he wasn’t Miles. At least.. not your Miles. This one was skinnier, just a little shorter. His accent had more of a Spanish touch to it and, most of all, his hair was braided into two sections that reached just below his shoulders.
No. He was very much not your Miles Morales.
Nevertheless, you knew he wouldn’t hurt you. There was something in his eyes — regret? Happiness? Sadness? Anger? Confusion? Probably all of the above.
He got closer, and closer, and closer. Once he reached where you were half-laying, he crouched down and tilted his umbrella until it sheltered your body more than his.
"…Are you hurt?" He asked, giving you a once-over. You just nodded, still putting all the pieces together.
Had you—
Did you—?
The boy in front of you studied your face for a little while, but then ultimately shook his head and shrugged off his jacket, handing it over to you.
"Come on. It’s cold outside."
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His Conejita, Her Spider. | Miles Morales
Pairing: Miles Morales x Fem!Civilian!Reader
Summary: While you're hanging out in your boyfriend's place, a particular sketch in Miles's room intrigues you and then you get to know the meaning behind it.
Word count: ~1,5k
Warnings: Fluff, established relationship, cute Miles, Uncle Aaron death mention, Mama Rio interrupting some couple's time 😭
A/N: I love how the "Childish Gambino inspired Miles" thing has come full circle so don't mind Miles and Y/N talking abt him in the first part of the fic. If you find any mistranslated Spanish, please let me know abt it <3
Today’s one of those days where Miles invited you to his family’s place because hanging out with his girl is simply one of his favorite things to do, other than drawing various kinds of doodles in his sketchbook. While the two of you don’t have any homework for now, there’s nothing better than to spend the time together… right? Miles’s family also grew a lot on you to the point you almost see his mom Rio as an aunt figure and his dad Jeff as an uncle figure.
“Hi… Mr. and Mrs. Morales. I’m Y/N L/N, Miles’s classmate.” you greeted shyly.
Rio let out a warm chuckle. “Oh mija, no need to be shy around me. Feel free to call me Mrs. Morales or Tía Morales, I’m fine with both though so you’re welcome.” (dear)
“You must be Miles’s new girlfriend!” Jeff joined. “Kinda wish his uncle Aaron is still here because he’d love to see his little nephew together with a girl he pulled up, though.” he whispered into your ear, much to Miles’s annoyance.
“Dad!”
The tunes from various songs in Miles’s playlist flowed through the earbud you shared with him in your ear. One of his hands linked with yours the entire time he talked about why he loved the artists featured in his playlist, and you couldn’t help but smile the entire time at your doe-eyed boyfriend passionately rambling about his favorite artists.
He’s an artsy boy who enjoyed drawing and making , but also in love with music and how it made the world feel more alive, according to him. And you loved him for that because while you’re not an artist yourself, listening to Miles’s rambles about his favorite artists and seeing the drawings he drew by himself made you appreciate the hard work between them more. Even the fact your boyfriend’s mostly self taught in art.
“So I’ve been thinking…” you mused, getting absorbed in the song currently playing from your earbud.
“Hmm? Told you that you’d like Childish Gambino.” Miles gently nudged your arm. “It’s obvious I love Sunflower by Post Malone at this point but dude’s discography is like, everything to me-“
“No no no no, it’s just that for some silly reason, whenever I look at his face… he kinda reminds me of your uncle from the photos here. I can’t exactly describe why but maybe it’s because of his entire vibe? Like, both him and your uncle have this sort of warm, approachable chill vibe? ” you giggled, trying your best to dismiss how silly your brain was being right now. “I honestly don’t know.”
He thought about what you had just said about one of his favorite artists and his uncle for a brief moment, nodding once he found himself agreeing with it.
“You know what, you’re right.” he flashed you a dopey grin. “Actually my uncle introduced me to Childish Gambino first.”
“Wait, what? Miles, are you serious?”
“Cielo, I’m serious.” he immediately paused the music from his phone. “So it all started with that one time I heard ‘Me and Your Mama’ blaring in my uncle Aaron’s place, then when he told me about the song’s title thanks to him noticing me jamming myself to it, he also said that the song reminded me of my dad falling in love with my mom. While he just thinks Childish Gambino is neat, for me his music means a lot because I was really close with my uncle and he always comes up in my mind whenever I listen to one of his songs.”
“That explains why he pops up quite a lot in your playlist.” you said. “I like that. You’ve got a great taste.”
Miles shyly scratched the back of his neck. “You do? Well thanks, I mean- yours isn’t so bad either.”
The more you hung out in Miles’s place, the more you loved his place and his family because of how close you were now with him and his parents. Though you just noticed a particular object displayed on his desk began to arouse the curiosity within when your head turned to face the desk he often used as both his little art studio and his study desk.
It was a drawing of you with for some reason, rabbit ears on top of your head smiling gleefully, along with sunflowers surrounding your smiling face. It was a really beautiful artwork, from what you’ve seen. Out of the many impressive works made by your boyfriend, it’s definitely your new favorite as of now.
“Why, thank you!” you beamed, though your demeanor suddenly shifted into a nervous one as your eyes briefly glanced at his desk. “But if you don't mind… Can I look at the little drawing on your desk?” hesitatingly, you pointed at the artwork on his desk but Miles cut you off before you could say anything else.
His eyes widened at the mention of the piece of artwork you were referring to. “Y-you sure you wanna look at it?” he stammered, standing up from the bed.
“Yes.”
Walking towards his desk, he picked up the paper before sitting back on the bed and handing it to you.
“I hope you’ll like this one.”
You took the paper from his hands and now focused yourself on the drawing depicted on the paper. You couldn’t believe your eyes as you finally got to see it right in front of your eyes. From the precise ink strokes in the sketch that made up your face’s exact likeness, how the drawing pops from the vibrant yellow, orange, and pink used in it, and to the silly little addition he chose to add this time in the form of bunny ears, you couldn’t help but love the drawing (and Miles himself) more than before.
“You like it, cielo?” His question made you snap out of your trance.
“This is way more than beautiful, babe!” you squealed, immediately wrapping your arms around him. “I can’t describe how perfect this drawing is and the sunflowers are the best addition because they look so bright and like, everything about this is so amazing.”
“You’re welcome, Y/N.” he replied.
By this point, both of your faces were beaming with happiness. You from being impressed by your boyfriend’s art skills, and Miles, from the fact you loved this doodle of you that he had drawn. Keeping your arms placed on his shoulders, you slightly pulled away from the embrace in order to face him while his hands reached for your waist.
“But one question, Miles.” you retrieved the paper again and shoved it directly in front of his face. “Why the bunny ears? It’s not like I hate them or anything, I just wanna know why.” smirking, you waved the drawing to tease him until he revealed the answer..
He playfully shoved the paper away and gave you the biggest and proudest shit eating grin you’ve ever seen as he pulled you closer by the waist, before whispering in your ear.
“Because you’re my cute little bunny rabbit. That’s why I often call you ‘conejita’, because it literally means ‘bunny’ and the sunflowers represent how much I love you and how happy you make me.”
Before you could say anything, you were interrupted by Rio clearing her throat. You immediately scrambled away from Miles and caught the sight of her holding 2 mugs of steaming hot chocolate standing in front of his bedroom door.
“Just wanna say that I made some hot chocolate, kids!” Rio chimed in as she set down the mugs on Miles’s desk. “And my oh my, Miles, looks like you and Y/N were having some serious love conversations right now from the looks of it.” she teased, putting her hands on her hips.
“Mamá, ¿por qué no llamaste a la puerta?” Miles whined.
(Mom, why didn’t you knock the door?)
“Dios mío, Miles, ¿no te diste cuenta de que dejaste la puerta abierta?”
(My god, Miles, didn't you notice that you left the door open?)
“I’m sorry, mamá, I forgot to close the door so I didn’t notice you were coming.”
“Está bien, mijo. Just make sure next time you don’t do it again, okay?” Rio gently patted Miles’s shoulder before she headed to leave her son’s room, only for her to pop her head back in, much to his annoyance.
(It’s okay, dear.)
“What again, mom?”
“I love you both!” she winked, closing the door and truly leaving from the room this time.
Leaving the tiny awkward moment you two just had because of your boyfriend’s mom barging in, you both continued your previous activities of just chatting with each other while listening to each other’s playlist. It’s really sweet to know that the symbolism Miles put in the drawing of you with bunny ears meant wonders to him thanks to his adoration for you. Now you get why movies and artworks tend to be careful with the colors or details depicted there, because symbolism were pretty much seemingly small things that actually mean a lot, like why Miles chose to draw you with bunny ears and sunflowers around you in the artwork.
You’re his bunny rabbit, and he’s your spider. How cute is that?
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Okay so I had an fic idea in regards to the celebration of Dias de los Muertos for both 1610!Miles and 42!Miles, however in order to make sure I'm representing it right I'm humbling asking if there are any hispanic followers of mines (if Puerto Rican that's great too!) That can give me some insight? I know I can do all the research I want but I also wanna get first hand accounts of it.
Help a sista out 🙇🙇🙇
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"Miles and Miles G are literally Sonic and Shadow!" SHUT UP. THEY ARE TAILS AND NINE.
In Nine's universe, the Eggmen took over the world. Just like the sinister six took over Earth 42.
At least in my mind, the phrase "he's just like Tails, he's just a little.. angsty!" fits Miles G perfectly
"Tails" and "Nine" are just nicknames. Their real name is "MILES PROWER"
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HEY!! congrats on 300, couldn't deserve it more dear!! I'd love to request miles morales with prompt 6!! really angsty if you can, maybe the reader is burnt out since that's what I'm facing and things that are relatable in writing are always intriguing to me,, anyways!! have fun :33
YAAH thank you so much!! I hope this turned out okay, my darling!! <3
Word count: 1.3k
ASTV - 6. “Whatever happens, I’ll be here.” (Miles) (300 follower event)
You sat at your desk, staring blankly at the screen before you. You told yourself that you’d finish this project; you had to. Yet your fingers just weighed heavily on the keys, still as stones.
There were no thoughts in your brain. You couldn’t muster a single coherent idea, let alone a motivating phrase to get yourself going. The only thing you were aware of was the guilt in your stomach at your lack of productivity, and the heavy feeling in your chest that was causing that lack of productivity. The very thought of doing anything at all made the weight heavier, which made the guilt worse. You cycled through this reaction a few times before dropping your head into your hands in pure exasperation.
As if you weren’t already upset enough, you heard a knock at your door.
“What?” You snapped, but you were so drained that it came out without the edge you wanted. Great, you thought. I can’t even be mad properly.
“Someone’s here for you.”
This day just kept getting worse. You’d completely forgotten that you invited Miles over earlier that day. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to see him, but you had work to do; work that you didn’t even have the energy to complete. If you didn’t have energy to do something important, how were you supposed to muster energy to entertain a guest?
You gritted your teeth. “Send him in,” you said, going against every instinct telling you to cancel your hangout.
A few seconds later, your door opened, and Miles greeted you cheerily.
“Hey, Y/n! What’cha up… to…” His speech slowed as he took in your appearance, and you realized that you probably looked every bit as exhausted as you were. You hadn’t been sleeping much recently, for one. That combined with your especially terrible posture clued him in enough that he could guess the rest.
He looked around your room, and you followed his gaze, cringing at the state of your bedroom. You hadn’t had the time to clean it for a long time, and frankly it was rather embarrassing. You remembered telling yourself that you’d clean it before Miles came over today, but that was a fleeting promise atop the mountain of tasks that you’d already served yourself, and you’d forgotten it as soon as you made it.
“Sorry.” You managed an awkward laugh. “It usually isn’t this messy, I swear.”
“I know,” Miles said warily. He had, in fact, seen your room many times before, and he knew that this was not its typical state.
When his eyes landed on you again, there was suspicion in his expression. “Uh, what are you working on?” He gestured vaguely at your computer.
You glanced at it, suddenly feeling the guilt and exhaustion all over again. You couldn’t stop your face from scrunching and your shoulders from slouching, nor could you hide your despair over this.
“Well, I’m supposed to be finishing this project I’m working on, but…” you huffed in annoyance. “I can’t! I just can’t do this anymore!”
Miles blinked at your outburst, but stayed quiet while you vented. You spilled it all, taking his silence and attentive eyes as signs to go on.
School, projects, homework, socializing—it was just too much. Even sleeping and hydrating yourself had become weighty burdens. And you were expected to keep it all up, all alone.
“That’s not true,” Miles interjected at last.
You shot him a look, but you hadn’t intended for it to be so malicious. You weren’t angry at him, you were angry at… well, everything else in your life right now. He understood that, and you knew he did, so you didn’t worry about him taking the glare too personally.
“That last bit you said; the bit about being alone. It’s not true,” he reiterated, bringing a hand to pat his chest. “I’m here for you.”
You wanted to smile and thank him, but your eyes closed and a long breath came out instead. You rested your temple on your palm, leaning on the back of your chair. You heard the sound of your laptop being shut, and felt Miles’ lips on the top of your head a second later.
“How much have you slept?”
“In what time frame?” You opened one eye partially, looking up at Miles as he stood over you. He frowned at your response, putting his hands on your shoulders.
“Come on, let’s get away from the desk for a minute.”
You somehow mustered the energy to stand, and found yourself immediately enveloped in Miles’ arms. He held you tightly, swaying gently from side to side.
“You shouldn’t be working yourself so hard,” he fretted, rubbing your back slowly. “I hate what it does to you.”
“Me too,” you chuckled weakly, bringing your arms around him as best you could. “But I have…” You buried your face in Miles’ shoulder, not wanting to finish the sentence.
“It can wait.”
“But—”
“It can wait, Y/n.”
You frowned, struggling to suppress that guilt that never seemed to go away.
“Just an hour,” Miles proposed, pulling away to look you in the eye.
“For what?”
In response, Miles smiled mischievously, lifting you up and flopping backward onto your mattress, you landing atop him. You both let out an oof, giggling a little before settling comfortably among the blankets. “Power nap,” Miles beamed, yawning. “I need one, too.”
As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t object to this. Your body melted, your eyes closed, and a fuzzy feeling numbed all else.
You lingered in an obscure state somewhere between sleep and waking for a while before your thoughts came back to haunt you.
“It’s been long enough,” you slurred, clearly not believing it yourself and waiting for Miles to protest.
As expected, he came through with a sleepy “No.”
He took a deep breath, bringing himself to the waking world. “I’m not going to let you keep doing this to yourself.”
“But I really do have work to do.”
Miles hummed discontentedly. “Okay, let’s make a deal. I’ll let you get up and do your stuff if you promise to take breaks.”
You nodded a little, already sending anticipatory glances to your desk and practicing ignoring the exhaustion.
“Nah, wait—I got a better idea.”
“What?”
“I think I’ll stick around a while longer.” Before you could say anything, he went on. “I’m not gonna distract you or anything. I’ll just be over here,” he patted your pillow with a sneaky smile that you couldn’t see but could hear just fine.
At last he unraveled his arms from around you, letting you get up whenever you wanted. But suddenly you weren’t so motivated. You were staring at your desk, frowning as the lack of motivation held you down.
“I don’t know if I can.”
“That’s okay, too.”
“But I should, shouldn’t I?”
“You don’t have to do anything. Especially if you’re not feeling up to it.”
Your eyes went to your hands, which began to fidget anxiously atop your stomach. “What should I do?” You whispered, more to yourself than anything.
Miles’ hands engulfed yours. “I trust you to choose for yourself.” He brushed a thumb over your knuckles gently. “Just know that… whatever happens, I’ll be here.”
You blinked sluggishly, completely entranced by his soft touches. “I think I’ll rest for a while.”
“Okay,” Miles said, trying to sound cool but unable to keep the overwhelming relief from his voice.
You smiled bemusedly, bringing his hands to your mouth to kiss his knuckles. “Thank you, Miles.”
You fell into a comfortable silence. For the first time in a while you truly felt the quiet, your mind giving its constant reminders and promises a rest. The silence felt nice in your ears, and the mental clearness was elevating. You felt the weight in your stomach float away, dragging the guilt with it, and you were left only with the weight of your exhausted limbs, which found themselves cradled in loving arms.
You breathed deep, letting all else fade into dreams.
Thank you so much for taking part in this event!! I had some fun with this one! :D And thank you for reading, take care you lovely souls <33
(divider by saradika)
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