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MILES 42 Spoils you
Warnings: None.
(Dont know who the artist it but props to them. Amazing stuff)
Miles loves to spoil me. He's got plenty of money, thanks to the buyer's market for fancy gadgets and Miles' insanely smart brain, and a few choice investments. Money was no longer a problem for him. He had paid off his mothers mortgage and the only reason why Rio still worked was because she respected her own independence.
The gift giving started off slow. The appreciation I showed fuelled his desire to gift me anything and everything.
I started catching onto his antics and shut it down.
“You like that one Mami?” I felt Mies place his hands on my hips from behind as he peeked over my head at the small stuffed animal on display in a window.
“No,” I flatly refused, going to step away only for him to hold on tighter pulling me back. Miles was stronger than me by a long shot. So my attempt to escape was easily foiled. I could see his smirk in the reflection as he moved to encase my body in his arms resting his chin on the top of my head.
“The green or the blue?” he asked.
“Neither,” I muttered.
“Come on Mami, Which one?” he asked, dropping his head to my shoulder.
“I was just looking at the cute cashier,” I stated without thinking.
“Who the old lady?” he asked with a smirk. Looking at the cashier, I grimace slightly.
“Come on Mi Amor,” he coaxed his lips, finding himself a sweet little spot on my neck.
“Nope,” I popped the p.
“Mi vida, Hermosa, Mi Alma, Mi Amada, Cariño, Mi Reina, Bebe,” with each pet name his gentle pecks got more intimate. Trailing down my neck and sending my cheeks a flame. Finding my sweet spot rather easily my eyes widened as he started to suck on it, fully intent on forming a hickey. Pushing the pleasant shiver it sent though my body I cleared my throat.
“Fine!” I suddenly declared. He smirked giving the spot one last peck before straightening up.
“The blue,” I muttered trying to fix my hair pretending that the kisses had not affected me in the slightest.
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Staring at the blue teddy on our bed I huffed in defeat.
Yet as I started to shut down his habit he found ways of literally forcing me to accept it. Whether it be teasing me to the point of acceptance or just flat out ignoring me as he bought the item. The honeymoon period of him actually listening to me diminished in less than a month. Hell I had even tried returning items, Miles caught on and started refusing the receipts when he purchased stuff.
So I made it my mission to not go shopping with him anymore. I succeeded mostly yet sometimes he would still pop up.
It was working to an extent.
Until one day when we went to watch a live performance in the park with Jessica, my best friend and Shiro. I guess you could call him Miles' best friend. The performance was canceled last minute so Jessica decided that we should go shopping. I tried to refuse but Jessica was like Miles in a way. Wouldn't take no for an answer. So there we were walking through a clothing shop. Miles hung closer to me watching and waiting for any reaction I would have. Any slight hint that I liked something and his card was out. Luckily for me I had been practicing the art of deception. The whole time I kept a millstone smile on my face. Miles hated it.
“You're not fooling me with that smile,” he whispered into my ear.
“Oh really? Well I wonder why your cards are nice and snug in that wallet that hasn't left your pocket,” I stated smugly, giving him a wink before turning back to Jessica that held a shirt to her chest asking for my opinion.
“What's up with him?” Jessica asked, nodding to Miles who now wore a slight frown, more than usual.
“I won't let him buy me anything,” I muttered.
“I'm sorry. You're not letting him buy you stuff? Are you sick?” she asked, reaching for my forehead pretending to check my temperature.
“He gets me too much stuff,” I muttered with a small smile pushing her hand away as we walked to the other rack leaving a moody Miles behind.
“And that's a problem, how?” she asked. “You have a sugar daddy and you're not using him,” she tisked going back to looking at things. I hated the feeling that settled in my gut at her words. I know she was just joking but it still hit me deep.
“Hey Mami, we're gonna go check out some things I'll be back,” Miles muttered, gently tapping the side of my hip as he stepped up behind me.
“Ok, meet you at the food court?” I suggested.
“In an hour?” he asked. I nodded and waved him off.
“Now that they're gone we can actually do some shopping,” Jessica said wagging her eyebrows. She dragged me straight towards Victoria's secret. I wasn't gonna lie, I had a good time. Trying things on. Looked at everything that caught my eye without the worry that Miles was gonna buy it. I even bought a nice jacket for Miles. Seeing him sitting down I walked up behind him reaching around to cover his eyes with one hand.
“Hands out,” I demanded with a smile. Miles put his phone down holding his hand out. Placing the bag in his hand I pulled my hand back wrapping my arms around his neck as he opened it.
“What's this for?” he asked holding the jacket up.
“What can't I spoil my man?” I asked, giving his cheek a quick peck before sitting down next to him. He chuckled lowly at my words absolutely loving how I called him ‘my man’
The next day I got back from work walking into our apartment.
“Miles, I’m home,” I called out rounding the kitchen and stopping upon seeing a pile of bags on the dinner table.
“Hey mami,” he called from the couch, keeping his eyes on the television.
“Miles,” I sighed, already knowing what was in those bags.
“I really don't see what the big deal is,” he shrugged, already knowing what my sigh was for.
“Miles,” my tone was more serious now, it snapped slightly and my anger appeared. Miles' head tilted to the side slightly at it. I rarely held this tone. But I had had enough. It was getting out of hand. Miles and I rearly fought. And our fights were mostly me ranting and Miles using a calm tone as he listened.
“What's that tone for?” he asked.
“You know what it's for,” I snapped, chucking my bag on the table looking over it all. Hearing the TV shut off I refused to turn around as he approached me.
“Mami,” he whispered.
“Don't Miles, I'm mad at you right now,” I shook my head walking away from him.
“Babe, come on,” he sighed.
“No Miles, you just don't listen, do you know how frustrating that is?” I ranted ripping my scarf off.
“It's not like you listen to me all the time,” he shrugged, leaning against the door frame of our room. My head snapped to him in a glare that had him sighing again.
“What's got you so wound up. Huh?” he asked softly. That stupid soft understanding tone. That one that held no anger. That's why I hated arguing with him. He never got angry. Never. Frustrated maybe.
“Jessica called you my sugar daddy,” I whispered under my breath, kicking off my shoes.
“Sugar Daddy. Well I like the sound of that,” he mused with a small smirk.
“Miles,” I huffed.
“Aight aight. Lo siento,” he held his hands up in defense.
“So am I gonna have to pry what's bothering you out of ya or?” he trailed off.
“I don't want you to think I'm with you just because of your money. I don't like it, it's so fucken stupid and it makes me feel sick,” I continued to rant moving about the room.
“Mami, hey hey, come er,” he walked forward gently grabbing me, pulling me out of my pacing. His hands rubbed up and down my upper arms as he whispered to me in spanish trying to calm me down.
“Why would you ever think that?” he asked with a frown.
“It's not just me. Other people say it,” I muttered.
“Did those other people know that you were with me when I had a whole total of two dollars to my name. Where my idea of an expensive date was a trip down to the seven eleven and a push bike ride to the lookout?” he asked reminiscing on when we had first gotten together.
“Well no,” I muttered.
“And do they know that you work an honest job and against my wishes pay for your own things. That you pay for what you think is half the rent when really I already bought the apartment and put that money into a savings account that I would have told you about when we had our first kid so you wouldn't stress about buying stuff for em?” my eyes widened slightly at Miles casually mention of not only lying to me about the rent but the talk of a kid. I should be really angry at him for lying to me. But all that was running through my head was a kid.
“You want kids?” I asked softly. We had never talked about kids before.
“Who wouldn't want a little you runnin round?” he asked with a small smirk. My chest flushed with warmth at the sincerity in his eyes.
“Why don't you?” he asked.
“Of course I wan- No wait. I'm getting distracted. You've been lying to me! MIlES!” I snapped.
“Mi amor you're angry, How about we calm down,” He suggested his arms moving to encompass me.
“No, I will not calm down,” I huffed trying to get out of his hold.
“Ok,” he shrugged before tipping us back, myself hitting the bed and him flopping down atop me.
“Miles!” I yelled trying to wiggled out from under him.
“Hum?” he hummed, not moving an inch.
“God you can be so frustrating,” I huffed, giving up on my struggle.
“I'll get up when you calm down,” he muttered simply. I gave one last shake before huffing again.
“You know I read somewhere that adults who can't accept people buying nice stuff for them is because when they were a kid their parents would say stuff was too expensive. Messed with the kids mind and made them think they aren't worthy of being gifted stuff,” Miles mumbled. Hearing that my mind instantly snapped back to when I was young. Money was tight growing up. My parents tried their best to shield it from me but I was smart enough. Seeing my parents so worried about paying rent, I guess it could have left a mark.
“Stop trying to be smart,” I huffed. Miles was smart. Crazy smart. As in genius einstein smart.
“You deserve the world Mami. And I'm the one that's gonna give it to ya,” he whispered softly.
“I don't need the word Miles. I only need you,” I whispered my arms moving around to hug him, my hand gripping the back of his shirt. Rolling us onto our sides he shifted me up so we were looking at each other.
“Who else am I gonna spend my money on huh? I send a bunch to charities. I look after my mum as much as she will let me. At least you let me buy you stuff,” he muttered.
“Let you?” I propped an eyebrow.
“Yes Mi Vida. You let me, even though you try not to,” he grinned. I sighed, shaking my head reaching up to grab his face.
“I love you Miles. I love YOU, Not your money. Not this apartment. I would love you if you had not one penny to your name. You know that right?” I asked. I wanted him to know it. I needed him to know. For a long time he simply stared at me. In his mind he wondered what he had done to deserve the love of such an amazing woman. He knew I didn't care whether or not he had money. But the main reason why he did what he did, why he sold his tech was to make a life free of such worries.
“I know,” he whispered, his own hand reaching up to cup my face. “ So let me spoil you. The whole reason I did it all was to make a life free of the worry of money. To make a good life for us,” he whispered honestly. I pressed my lips together. He had a point.
“Fine. but only once a month,” I huffed.
“Once a month?” he asked, pretending to be appalled.
“Fine once a week,” I muttered. He grinned, pulling me into a sweet kiss. I smiled, trailing my finger down his chin as he pulled back.
“Say, you busy this evening?” he asked.
“Why?” I asked.
So there I sat. On the handlebars of Miles' old push bike. In one hand I held a slushy. I wore the biggest smile on my face as we rode through the town, my hair gently billowing in the wind. Looking back I caught a glimpse of one of Miles' genius true smiles. A smile so wide and toothy that it showed his dimples.
“You wanna know something?” I asked, turning back to the front. He hummed, signaling for me to continue.
“This has got to be the best date yet,” I said.
“I guess it's alright,” he mused.
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The Boho part one | Hobie brown x Boho!blackfemreader
warnings: slight cursing (?), established relationship, low-key relationship, jealous hobie, angst (if you blink you miss it), slight milesxreader
summary: you were margos sister, but unlike margo you were physically there, you were cyber-spider most of the time you weren’t in your suit instead walking around headquarters in your everyday clothes, most people didn’t even know you were dating someone already and that someone being hobie brown, that is until you start helping miles out a lot.
part 2
you were walking around the anomaly section with margo making sure everything was in check, your bare feet hitting the cold ground with a soft pat every step of the way.
your long bown skirt hitting your ankles the slit up your leg showing off your ankle bracelet and cuff, your brown somewhat lase crop top adorn with crystal necklaces, and your arm cuff, the multiple bracelets on your wrist making a noise every time you walked due to coming in contact with one another.
you were talking with margo about getting ready to send vulture back to his reality while bending down to make eye contact with the man stuk in the little cell you goddess braids falling over your face "do you think we can send him back anytime soon?" she stares at him for a moment before speaking "i think so we could send him ba- hey" you both turned around and were met with the sight of hobie, gwen, and some boy youve never seen before "hey" margo said smiling "sorry i didnt mean..." his words got quieter when he noticed you behind margo looking at him slightly confused "im miles, miles morales im spiderman" he said holding out his hand you shook it with a smile "im y/n, and we all are spiderman or spiderwomen here."
you walked over to the computer margo following after along with the small group miles started small talk with you "so wheres your suit?" margo answered for you "back at our house same with her shoes" margo said will a smirk causing you to roll your eyes and send another anomaly home.
hobe watched this interaction his annoyance almost hitting his peak gwen noticed him getting annoyed "hobie you okay" she whispered to him he didnt look at her only staring at your form "ya' why wouldn' i be?" she shrugs in response.
gwen has had feelings for hobie since she first met him and she thought he felt the same when he started letting her stay at his place. hobie noticed your annoyed look as you noticed gwen wearing the chucks you got him right before gwen came and joined the society hobie grimaced at your look from his shoes on her feet to his face before turning away.
you stood up letting margo take over "i'm going to double check everything really quick, then ima head home, is that cool?" you asked your sister "thats fine have fun" you smiled at her before taking your leave causing hobie to watch as you disappeared he felt a pang of guilt as you walked away but he shook his head.
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gwen noticed his attitude change but never mentioned it, miles walked to hobie before starting a conversation "did you see how fine y/n was? i mean like holy shit, do you think shes single?" "no" hobie said with slight anger in his voice, miles looked at hobie confused along with gwen he put his hands up "what? shes most likely has a boyfriend already" gwen agreed with him not think much of his small outburst.
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gwen stayed at hobies place that night hobie was worried about you after you left so he told gwen he’d be back later “where are you going?” he looked at her “i have to do somethin’” she tried to hand him his mask “wont need it.” and with that opened and portal and landing on your bed your room was dark all but the pc that was in the corner of the room. he heard plates clattering and talking so he figured you were having dinner so he waited for you to come back to your room.
you opened your door and turned on the light jumping at the sight of hobie on your bed “hey, love” you shut your door and turned to looked at hobie “what are you doing here hobie” you said leaning against your wall.
he stood up and walked over to you looking at you through his half lidded eyes “what? can’t come see my girlfriend?.”
you smiled at him “thought you didn’t like labels?” he shrugged walked back to the foot of your bed.
“changed my mind for you,” he said before face planting onto your bed after a few seconds of not hearing your footsteps he turned onto his back lifting his head to where he could see you “you gonna make me lay here by myself?.” you smiled before joining him on the bed you both lay there in comfortable silence for a few hours before his watch went off.
he rolled his eyes and sat up with a groan “i have to go now, i’ll see you tomorrow ya’?” you nodded before he disappeared through a yellow orange portal.
you sighed and instead opting to play games with margo for the rest of the night.
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the next day at hq you were at the desk monitoring everything while margo got food. you heard the familiar noise of boots hitting the floor you turned with a smile on your face “hey hobie” he sat on the desk “hey love, so whatcha doin’ with tha’.” you smiled “something for vultures universe” said said your focus going back on the piece you were working on.
hobie watched for awhile before snatching it out of your hands “hobie! give it back.” you said as he stood up dangling it over your head.
he gave you a smug look “na’ don’t think i will” he said smiling at you before you stood on the table and took it back from him.
he smiled at your form smiling as he looked down at you eyes scanning over your face “so what do ya think of miles?” he tensed up slight but you noticed.
you looked at him “miles? he seems nice, i’d want to be his friend,” you smirked at hobie as you seen his posture “i mean he’s kinda cute” you watched his face twist into a annoyed one.
“im kidding my love, i only want you” you said laughing he visibly relaxed.
“and i only want you” he says before placing a soft kiss on your lips.
i actually like this one and there will be a part two
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im following the spiderverse tag so naturally i have to block 20 people every five minutes to get the xreaders out of my face but i double block everyone i see writing milesxreader or gwenxreader or that one guy writing yandere miguel
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Hm👀
The Summoning - Sleep Token
Sl*t Him Out - Baby Tate
these are probably gonna be my song inspirations for next chapter of MilesxReader
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aw dude i just found your fics and theyre so cute im dead, i live for first kiss//love confession fics where both parties think the other doesnt feel the same way and are embarrassed when their crush is revealed only to have the other one be like 'me too!!!' if you could do that with the reader being someone who works in ah with either trevor collins or miles luna i would die cause i love them
“Gimme your glasses,” you sighed, hand outstretched to Miles “I left mineat home and my contacts are dried out. I am blind.”
“Oh is that why you’re sitting next to me?” he teased, passing over hisglasses. Your hands barely touched but it made you giddy.
“Completely,” you grinned, trying to hide the real reasons while youblushed.
“Damn you look so cute,” you heard Miles whisper. You turned in yourseat and found Miles wide-eyed and blushing even more than you had “Did I saythat out loud?”
“I look cute?” you asked.
“In my glasses,” he admitted, practically sinking into his chair. You leanton your elbow to catch his attention. Your heart was thumping but you tried toremain calm, focus on being a friend over anything else “I guess I’m justreally attracted to you…and not just for how you look!” he quickly added.
You looked around the nearly deserted AH office and moved closer toMiles. You could nearly feel the warmth from his blushing radiate onto your ownface. You reached down further and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.
You pulled away, surprised at your own forwardness until Miles chuckled“What are you up to tonight?
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Can I have promt 44 (c'mon, one beer won't hurt) with miles please 😊
“Miles, c’mon you need to stop. I think you’ve had enough for tonight,” You try and pry the newly opened bottle of beer in his hand away from him. Miles covers it with both his hands, holding it against his chest like his child. “C’mon, one beer won’t hurt Y/N,” He protests, sounding almost like a squeal. You shake your head, if it weren’t for you he’d be long gone by now and besides, who else would be responsible enough to be the designated driver. You had taken, or well forcefully, took Miles’s keys away from him so he couldn’t even attempt an escape in his drunken mindset.
“Fine,” You sigh, paying close attention to him as you drink your non-alcoholic drink of lemon, lime and bitters. Well what you considered to be not your standard alcoholic drink anyhow.
Miles seemed to let loose a lot when he was drinking. Not that it was a bad thing - he was just more playful, cuddly and slurred a lot of things he wouldn’t normally say sober. It was the end of a god-awful long week so you could understand his desire to get smashed, but why with you? You didn’t even have much warning, he texted you just as he approached your apartment complex to ‘get outside before I drag your ass out’.
Every time you’ve gone out with Miles, everyone always made the same assumption that you two were dating by how close you’d both get to each other. One time you got so completely hammered that you ended up nuzzling Miles a lot and flirting - he bounced it off like it was nothing and would just end up nodding and saying “Yes Y/N” to anything you’d spur.
"Okay Miles, let’s go home okay?” You shake his keys in front of him with a soft smile. You help carry him out to his car, and he managed to put his seat-belt on.
“Y/N,” Miles murmurs softly as the car purred to life and your favourite song started playing through the radio.
“Mmm?”
“Do you know how purdy you are?”
“Miles, you’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying and for the record, I’m hot”
“Damn right you are,” He giggles pulling out his phone. You had no doubt he’d be tweeting on his drunk twitter account and that would be sure to surface some questions people having been craving to get answered.
You ended up taking Miles back to his apartment and staying with him, because who else would make sure his hungover ass would get out of bed and take care of him. You place him on the lounge and go fetch him a few bottles of water.
“Y/N,” He whines as you place the bottles in front of him.
“What is it Miles?” You seemed to be a lot softer with him when he was drunk, maybe because he reminded you of a helpless child.
“Can I tell you a secret?”
You crouch down in front of him, “Yes, of course.”
He lent down to your level and tapped your nose, laughing. You couldn’t help but smile at how childish he was being. He raised his hands and cupped your cheeks, again another not usual thing for him to do. You were bracing yourself for another boop on the nose, or a kiss on the forehead. Miles began caressing your cheeks gently before gently kissing you on the lips.
“I love you, please stay the night,” He begs, you raise your hand and touch his cheek, hoping he didn’t notice that your heart was beating so god damn quick - a feeling you hadn’t felt in awhile.
“Of course, but I’ll take the lounge and you take your bed okay?” You propose.
“Nooooo, either we both sleep on the couch or the bed. I want to know you’ll be near me when I wake up,” Even intoxicated he seemed to tease your European habits.
“Okay fine,” You sigh, grabbing his hand and leading him to his room. He practically jumped into bed and made it obvious he wanted you to sleep on the other-side. You take off your shoes and lay beside him, Miles pulled you closer towards him in a warm embrace. You weren’t even going to fight it - your stomach was twisting and turning while your heart was slowly regulating again.
Miles began to nuzzle the crook of your neck; you could feel his stubble against your skin and it felt nice. “You know I really, really love you right?” He pulls you closer, you run your hands through his hair, entirely transfixed in the entire situation.
“I really, really love you too,” You squeeze him back and rest your head atop of his and close your eyes. You could get used to this, you really could.
#mileslunaxreader#miles x reader#rt reader insert#rt insert#ragehappy#milesxreader#miles luna x reader#Anonymous
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Do you have any new MilesxReader fics where they first meet? Like not established anything. Just strangers.
Reader Insert
Untitled by sarahatthecrisco
Summary: I was on my balcony and you started loudly quoting romeo and juliet at me” Miles/Reader [F] [G]
WC: 614
[Tags: Fluff]
Hot Cakes by sidekickwritesrt
Part 01 02
Summary: “It’s 3am at waffle house and some asshole named miles is wasted and asking you on a date.” Miles/Reader [F] [R]
WC: 2,875 - Complete
[Tags: First Time, Fluff, Series, Smut]
Untitled by sidekickwritesrt
Summary: Miles and Reader on a blind date and Miles is blown away by them. Miles/Reader [N] [G]
WC: 285
[Tags: Fluff]
Untitled by sidekickwritesrt
Summary: "Is there a mirror in your pocket? Because I look great- wait, I said that wrong." Miles/Reader [N] [PG]
WC: 440
[Tags: Fluff]
Untitled by aplaceforrtprompts
Summary: Reader is trying to find their first class on campus, Miles is a very cute and happy to help campus guide who thinks the reader is too cute to be walking campus alone, and oh nice we have the same first class. Miles/Reader [N] [PG]
WC: 271
[Tags: AU (School), Fluff]
Untitled by aplaceforrtprompts
Summary: You started at your phone frustrated, huffing before setting it down again but leaving it open. You leaned back on your hands to enjoy the warm Austin sunshine. You were spending your Saturday people watching and attempting to play Pokemon Go. You still barely understood the game but it was still addicting as hell. Miles/Reader [N] [PG]
WC: 625
[Tags: Fluff]
Untitled by joeledpheyman
Summary: You don’t know how on earth you possible let your friend convince you to do this, to have them sat here getting you all fixed up for a date, a blind date at that. Miles/Reader [N] [PG]
WC: 910
[Tags: Fluff]
Costume by aplaceforrtprompts
Summary: You turned your back to the bar as you waited for your friend to come out of the bathroom. You sipped on your beer as you scanned the costumes. Most of them store bought like yours but most of them were pretty revealing like yours. Miles/Reader [F] [PG]
WC: 421
[Tags: Fluff]
♥ Tats
#Reader insert#ri miles#ri f#ri n#Fluff#series#complete#au#school#first time#smut#1000#5000#500#G#r#pg#Sarahatthecrisco#sidekickwritesrt#aplaceforrtprompts#joeledpheyman#tats
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Boiii you know I gotta ask for some Milesxreader adorableness on stream. Maybe the two of them doing dumb shit together or just general supportiveness
Word Count: 417
The donation alarm went off for the fifth time and Miles just fell to the floor. You started laughing as he did so knowing he was playing it up for the camera but also that he was tired and so not ready to start with all of these.
“Let’s hear that alarm one more time,” You cheered point to the camera.
“No!” Miles shouted, sitting up. “No more! Let us at least spin!”
The alarm went off again and he let out a loud groan.
“One more time!” You shouted again before it went off yet again.
Miles climbed up off the floor and grabbed you. Pressing his face once against yours, “Please for the love of all that is holy. I know this is for the kids but use your powers for good. We haven’t even spun the wheel yet.”
“Okay. Okay,” you held up your hands but then point at the camera. “After one more time.”
There was a pause and Miles smiled as it seemed the donations were done for a moment but then he let out what could only be a screech as the alarm went off again.
“Okay. I’m done. For now,” you smiled and Miles crawled from his spot on the floor over to the wheel. He stood up and gave it the first spin, landing on ‘Miles spanks Y/N’.
Miles gave you a wicked grin as he spoke, “Guess this is what we call karma. Get over here, babe.”
Cole was giggling as you basically did the walk of shame over to your boyfriend.
“Are we about to get a peek into your bedroom life?” Cole interviewed Miles as you laid across his lap.
“No!” You shouted from your spot, “Because as much as I’m into spanking you have seen what this man’s hand can do. That is not allowed anywhere near my ass.”
Miles just gave a playful, “Wellll…”
You were going to scold him but he began the countdown before spanking you rather roughly and you let out a loud yelp. Miles instantly fell out of character and carefully placed a hand on your back and looked down at you, “Are you okay?”
You sighed, your ass cheek already stinging, “I think I’ll live but a kiss wouldn’t hurt right now.”
“Okay,” Miles shrugged and you were confused as he pulled away but shouted his name loudly as he kissed your ass where he spanked it.
“Not what I meant!” you huffed as everyone started to laugh.
#miles luna x reader#miles luna imagine#miles l x reader#ragehappy#rooster teeth reader inserts#MilesL#relise-thefury
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milesxreader + live stream proposal??? xoxo
You giggle as you watch your boyfriend lie down on the floor after he got onto the pummel horse. “I’d just like you all to know that I was going to do something really nice at the end of all of this, and you fuckers ruined it!”
“Miles!” Cole yells as he turned over to face him. “We still have two more wheel spins.”
“They can burn in hell!” You let out a loud laugh and immediately throw your hands over your mouth. “I’m never gonna have kids now.”
They spin the wheel as your watch your boyfriend and your best friend lie in pain. You bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing when it lands on X-Ray and Vav.
“Wait!” Miles calls out. “Wait! Before Cole and I X-Ray and Vav, I need (Y/N) to come here.” You walk over and kneel down to Miles. He reaches over for your hand, and he holds it tight. “Look, I wanted to do something special for you, but these assholes made me go on the pummel horse. So Caiti, can you come here really quick?”
Caiti shuffles over and quickly hands Miles a small box. He hands it to you. You open it and gasp.
“Miles, is this?”
He nods. “This is probably the worst time to fucking do this, and everyone can burn in hell right now, but will you marry me?”
You smile and slip on the ring. “Of course I’ll marry you.” You lean down and kiss his cheek. “Now let’s just hope that the pummel horse didn’t really stop you from having kids,” you tease.
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!!!!Miles can Salsa!!!!
Miles X reader. Miles 42
For some reason, I just believe that Miles is a really good dancer. I strongly believe his mum would drag him to the dance floor to teach him how.
There you stood, in front of the door that lead out to the roof for Miles' apartment complex. My hands rung the yellow sun dress I wore before nervously fixing my hair. Beyond the door I heard the chatter of people, the sound of music and the sweet, sweet smell of Rio's cooking. I would never tell my dad, but damn, Rio's cooking was the best in the world. I don't know how I could think about food at that moment. My stomach was doing flips. Why was I so nervous you ask? Well, I had been to these cookouts for eighteen years. You would think I would have the hang of it by now. Well, this time it was different. You see, for eighteen years I had been coming to these gatherings as Miles' friend. Now I was going as Miles' girlfriend. Girlfriend. The word still brought a stupid, giddy smile to my face. Remembering back to how he had asked me, I couldn't help but chuckle. Shaking my head, I took a deep breath. It wouldn't be any different. I had grown up with these people. Plus, Miles and I had only made it official a few days ago, there's no way they would know, right? Cheeking my bag to make sure I still had Miles present, I pushed open the door. As I stepped out, everything seemed to stop as everyone turned to me.
“Uh, hi guys,” my voice cracked as I did a little wave. They totally know.
“Ehhhhhhh, there she is!” Uncle Tito exclaimed and before I knew it, I was rushed by smiling faces, everyone hugging me and congratulating me.
“Welcome to the family, Nina!” Miles' cousin exclaimed picking me up and spinning me around. I stumbled slightly when I was put back down, smiling as an auntie brought me in, kissing my cheeks.
“I'm so glad. You just won me quite a bit oh money,” she chuckled cheekily before shuffling off. I frowned, only to spot Miles trying to make his way through the crowd.
“Hey, hey let her breath you animals,” he ordered, stepping up to my side, placing a hand on my lower back and shooing his family and friends away. Reluctantly, they did so.
“Well, you certainly made an entrance.” Underneath his calm and cool exterior, I caught a brief glimpse of the nervous boy he once was. He was embarrassed by how his family acted, even more embarrassed by the fact that the reason they acted that was was because he had blabbed to everyone he knew that we were finally together. I smirked, rising to my tiptoes to place a kiss on his lips, an act that still made us blush.
“What was that for?” he asked, slightly dazed.
“Happy birthday Miles,” I said. Hearing a loud wolf whistle, I blushed, dropping my head to Miles' chest as he sighed, fighting off the embarrassment as he half glared at his family members that called out some saucy comments.
“Where is she? Is she here?” Rio pushed through the crowd, her eyes setting on me.
“There she is, my daughter-in-law,” Rio opened her arms out as she rushed towards us.
“Mum,” Miles groaned.
“Oh stop it,” Rio waved dismissively at him, taking my hands.
“Thankyou, I know your way out of his league and I know he sometimes smells,” I laughed at Rios words.
“Mum. Are you serious right now?” Miles asked, running a hand down his braids.
“Callado, come, I want you to tell me everything,” Rio waved dismissively at her son before she hooked her arm on mine and dragged me away.
Translation=(Be Quiet)
Later that night, when Rio had finally let me go, I stood by the barbeque beer in hand with Miles. He sat on a large esky with me planted between his legs, one arm around my thigh, his large palm pressed against the soft skin, just under the hem of my dress. Little did I know, but he was thoroughly enjoying himself. The fact that I was now his girlfriend and that he was able to hold me like this made him tingle. Noticing Miles' gaze on the makeshift dance floor, I reached up, rubbing his shoulder, gaining his attention.
“Wanna dance?” I asked. I didn't feel offended by the chuckle of laugher he let out. They knew me for being a terrible dancer. Last time I took to the floor, I almost knocked my dancer partner off the roof.
“Nah, not tonight, had too much to drink,” he said, holding up only this third beer. I expected that answer. He hadn't danced in a long time.
“Well, if you won't. Mi Señora,” Uncle Tito offered me, his hand seeming to appear out of nowhere.
“Your funeral man,” Miles shrugged. I propped an eyebrow at his condescending tone.
“Wow, ill show you,” I huffed, gently slapping my bottle to his chest, to which he grabbed it.
“Oh, come on, I'm sorry I,” he huffed, but I had already taken Uncle Tito's hand and let him lead me to the dance floor. Everyone expected a shit show, and some even moved to block the ledge.
Only they were all pleasantly surprise as I spun on the balls of my feet taking the perfect salsa position. Then the music started and boy did I dance.
Miles' jaw literally dropped as he watched me. I was actually dancing. I was performing a perfect salsa. I was moving and stepping to the beat, spinning on the balls of my feet, all guided by Uncle Tito. Everyone was shocked, to say the least. Not to toot my own horn, but I was doing a damn good job. I could feel Miles' eyes on me, on my hips as they rolled and shock to the beat. He had to admit it was hot.
“She's been taking lessons, wanted to surprise you,” Rio whispered next to her son's ear.
“You knew about this?” Miles asked, gesturing to me.
“Who do you think taught her that hip roll?” Rio asked, gesturing to the wide hip roll I threw out.
“She's good, right?” Rio asked, nudging him.
“Eah, I guess she is,” he muttered.
“Well, if I were you I would step in before your uncle steals your girlfriend,” Rio's suggestion had Miles chuckling. Although, as his uncle threw you into a dip, his hand catching your knee did tickle his jealousy. And the way you smiled and laughed brightly at it. Taking a sip of beer, he shock his head before setting it down and walking up to the dance floor.
“Disculpe, cree que puedo bailar con mi chica?” Miles asked, placing a hand on his uncle's shoulder.
(Excuse me, you think I can dance with my girl?)
“If the ladie wants to dance with you,” Uncle Tito shrugged, leaving the decision up to me.
“You sure Miles? Wouldn't want to send you to an early grave,” I quipped with a challenging smile. He huffed, running his hand down his mouth. As Uncle Tito spun me he slid in between us one arm, taking my waist the other my hand as he continued spinning us out of Tito's reach. We came to a sudden stop, with Miles pulling me into him. The music slowed as his hand snaked around my waist, coming to rest on my lower back. Trailing his other hand up my side and down my arm, he took my hand in his. A minor slip of air left my lips as he pulled me flush against him, and when I say flush, I meant every area. He smirked at my slightly shocked reaction, not wasting my surprise as he started to dance. Now salsa had a rich history. Just like the sauce, it was a mix of everything, Fron tango to rumba to swing dance. It was also a sensual dance. He held me tightly as he rolled his hips to the music, my hips attached to him moving as well. We danced together, doing some basic spins and steps. When I recovered from my shock I huffed in amusement. He had total control. Well, after his comment from before I couldn't let that happen. As he spun me out, I let go of his hand, stepping back. Salsa was a give and take dance. Which meant you went along with anything. Which meant as I walked back he followed. As his arms went to encompass me I ducked under his arm, dragging my hand across his chest and shoulder as I stepped around him. Facing away from him, I popped my leg right between his legs, my foot stopping inches from his groin. Placing it back down, I threw my hip out, bumping into him and sending him stumbling slightly. Everyone watching let out howls of ohhhhh’s. Miles spun back to me, a stunned but impressed look on his face. I smirked, giving him a small shrug as I started to dance again. Now in salsa you could take turns to do a little freestyle. Either to give the other person a chance to rest or to show off a little under the spotlight. And I did, spinning and stepping, finishing with a pop of my chest. I didn't know what had gotten into me. Where all the confidence had come from. Mabey it came from everyone cheering me on. He extended his hand to me and as I place it in his, he used my own trick against me, spinning me around so that my back was pressed to his chest. His hands planted firmly on my hips as he swayed us. Leaning my head back, I reached up rubbing my hand down his cheek.
“Not bad, hey?” I asked.
“I've seen better,” he shrugged.
“Oh, really?” I asked.
“Oh, Mi Amor you haven't seen nothing,” he grinned. I was about to ask him when he spun me around so quickly that when I stopped I barely registered that he was now kneeling, he had used the momentum on my spin to lift my leg and prop it over his shoulder. Slightly off balance my hand reached out clasping the back of his neck for balance. He smirked, his lips pressing to the inner side of my thigh as everyone went crazy. My face flushed a hundreds shades of red as his other hand rose up the back of my other thigh and slightly under my dress.
“Thats my boy!” Uncle Aaron yelled proudly. Bouncing my leg off his shoulder, he stood rolling his body into mine, catching my knee and wrapping it around his waist. His hot breath fanned my face, only inches apart. Stepping back into a lung he lowered us, my other leg outstretched. I almost became a stuttering mess as his hand trailed from my knee up my thigh, grasping it firmly.
“Better?” he asked teasingly. Jotting out a nod, he chuckled, returning us to the standing position. Yet he didn't let me go keeping me close. It was a whirlwind as we spun around each other, Miles now taking the full lead. The dance got faster and faster. Ending in a big bag of sound, to which Miles took me by the waist and knee and dipped me. He couldn't stop his eyes from railing down my cleavage, to the small beads of sweat lining my chest. Slowly raising me back up, he pulled me close.
“That was, well wow,” I struggled to find the words not having to worry much about it when he pressed his lips to mine in a deep hungry kiss. His tongue quickly parted my lips. Another round of wolf whistles sounded, only this time I smiled into the kiss. Miles smiled as well rising his fist in victory earning another round of cheers.
Later that night, Miles and I were dancing again, only this time it was a slow swaying type song. My head rested on his chest. We both glanced to the side where a very drunk Uncle Tito was singing loudly along with the song.
“Well, I've never heard this song before,” I mused. We winced as he sung a particularly high note.
“What you've never head of the most romantic song of all time?” he asked.
“Romantic?” I asked, pulling my eyes away from Tito.
“Oh yeah,” he nodded. Then softly, he started to sing along. I was surprised, he never sung. But hey, I loved it. I wasen't great at Spanish. But as Miles sung sweetly to me I didn't need to know the words. I smiled a rare content smile as we rested our foreheads together.
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Hi!! Can you please write MilesxReader for the sleep thing “That looks highly uncomfortable. How do you even sleep like that?!”? Thank you and have a great day!
Idk how long this has been here but I’m going to start writing again
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For your milesxreader post. Read Phantasm by unhallows on wattpad. The writing is amazing
😵😵thank you so much anon💞💞💞💞💞💞
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Would you maybe be willing to write #12 on the holiday prompt list (Christmas sweaters) with Miles?
“I have found the most amazing sweater ever for you and you are going to love it.” Miles says immediately as he enters your living room, shrugging off his jacket and kicking of his shoes. You look up from playing your game.
“Okay? Do I get it now or do I have to wait til Christmas?” You ask, a grin dancing across your lips.
“No way, you’re getting it now, put it on now!” Miles chatters, shoving the bag into your hands.
“Can I at least look at it first?” You ask but Miles just shakes his head.
“Go change!” He insists. You roll your eyes but step into the bathroom, pulling off your comfy sweatshirt and, without paying much attention to it, pull on the sweater. You stare at yourself in the mirror for a long moment before you swing the door open, causing it to bounce off the wall.
“Miles Luna. I cannot believe you.” You huff, putting your hands on your hips.
“Aw, look how good you look!” Miles cackles, falling back on the couch laughing. The sweater, though pretty in the pattern, had one problem: the large boob window in the front. As he continues to laugh, you just pull if off over your head, heading back to the bathroom. “Aw, honey!”
“You shut your mouth.” You reply, throwing the sweater back at Miles.
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“Sorry! I didn’t mean to touch your butt.” and then also "I saw that! You just checked me out!" with matt peake please but it doesn't have to be him anyone else you feel like writing is awesome too
i haven’t watched funhaus in like 12 years so I guess I better get onto that soon! Thank you
Another slight adjustment here, another adjustment there.
Animating this timearound just seemed to be kicking your ass. You loved it but sometimes it couldbe so tedious and if you did one thing wrong you’d be pissed off for the restof the day and today was that day andyou wouldn’t take anyone’s bullshit.
“Hey Y/N go take a break, you need it.” You look up to see yourboss, or well boss of the department, Miles leaning over you. You shake yourhead, opening your mouth to protest but he cuts you off before you could evenmuster out a word. “No, go” This timeit was more demanding and forceful, but you knew he had good intentions. Healso knew that you were stubborn, so being forceful was the only way to get youto do things, even then it was quite a challenge.
You roll your eyes pushing your chair out, wondering towards thekitchen. You did feel a little hungrybut you didn’t exactly want to admit to your boss that he was somewhat right.Miles was always looking out for you, no matter what.
You approach the fridge with no particular preference in mind,you’d just grab the first thing that you thought seemed good. Upon opening it,you were surprised to see that it was stocked to the brim with food and variouscans of drink. It felt like your dream had come true, you very rarely at thismuch food at your apartment yourself since you were always wasting yourpaycheck on collectable items and games. It felt like your dream had come true,you very rarely at this much food at your apartment yourself since you werealways wasting your paycheck on collectable items and games.
You kneel down and rummage through the bottom level of thefridge as it appeared promising with some microwaveable meals. Not exactly thebest thing to it, but it was still fucking delicious and always something youwent with. You picked out a pasta and sauce went you felt someone brush pastyou.
You smirk, looking to your side and seeing a familiar plaidshirt at the sink. God damn it Miles.
I canhave a little fun with this right? As long as he knows I’m just playing itshould be okay. You tell yourself.
“Hmm, what was that Y/N?”
Ohfuck.
“Nothing,” You smile nonchalantly
“Sorry I didn’t mean to touch your ass, it was an accident. Iswear!” Miles protests, throwing his arms up in the air, attempting to keep astraight face but his quivering lips said otherwise.
“Uh huh, rightttt. And you’re not checking my ass out right now?”You question, raising your eyebrow, maintaining your smirk. Looking at the directionhis eyes were looking. Fucking hell Miles
“I saw that! You just checked meout!" You stand up, brushing past him making your way towards themicrowave. Making sure to slightly wing your hips just to add a little more towhat he started.
“Nuh, you have no proof.”
“Something tells me otherwise…” You ponder,looking in the above cupboard for a bowl to put your meal in the warm up.
There was no way you’d beletting this go anytime soon.
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Milesxreader about ~fooling around~ at the movies?
Word Count: 681
Warnings: NSFW
“Remind me again why we are watching this?” you whispered loudly though it didn’t matter since the only other could in the theater was an elderly couple sitting down in the front.
“Jon said he enjoyed it. I thought we might like it. I figured if we didn’t like it we could just make out like teenagers in the back of the theater,” Miles shrugged. His arm slung around you as he clearly wasn’t watching the movie either.
“Well, if you just said that in the first place,” you smirked before leaning up and pressing your lips to his.
Miles hummed happily as he started slow but the two of you easily got carried away. You actually got so into it that you jumped when you heard a voice clear. You blushed as you jumped away from Miles and spied the manager of the theater. He gave the two of you a stern look of warning before making his way back down the stairs.
Miles giggled as soon as the manager was out of sight and you slapped his chest.
“Well, that was fun while it lasted,” you shook your head before placing it on Miles’ shoulder.
The two of you fell silent as you tried to focus on the movie. It didn’t last though because you could feel your boyfriend’s hand slipping down your low cut shirt. You gasped as he softly groped you.
“Miles,” you turned to him with a whisper, eyes wide.
“It slipped,” he pulled his hand out of your shirt and you shook your head. His arm dropped from your shoulders to your thigh. He traced soft patterns on your bare skin. You didn’t stop him this time.
You were so focused on keeping an eye out for the manager again that you barely noticed Miles’ hand creeping further and further up your skirt. You only gasped and gripped his thigh as his digits slipped past your underwear and inside you. His thumb brushed your clit and your nails dug into his jeans.
“Want me to stop?” Miles asked with a devilish grin.
“Miles,” you growled quietly.
His grin only grew, “I’ll take that as a no. Think you can be quiet?”
You took a deep breath before biting your lip and nodding.
“Good girl,” Miles praised and began to massage you softly, letting his fingers pump in and out of you. You fought off the urge to moan and whimper but couldn’t help as you rocked yourself against his fingers.
Miles was slow almost tortuous and while you knew he was enjoying himself way too much it was for the better so you wouldn’t get caught. He slipped in a third finger and you let out a quiet moan, gripping his leg tighter.
“Fuck, Miles,” you whispered and rocked harder as your wetness grew and heat pooled in your stomach.
“Oh, don’t worry I plan on it later but let's focus on you for now,” he replied with a smartass tone. His thumb rubbed circles around your clit and you grew close. You arched against your seat.
Miles pulled you in for another kiss knowing you were nearly there and wanted to muffle your orgasm as much as he could. You eagerly kissed him back as he brought you closer and closer to the edge until finally, you came.
You moaned rather loudly even against Miles.
“Excuse me!” a gruff voice called and the two of you snapped apart so quickly. You looked to the manager you just clearly caught you to Miles.
Miles looked fearful as you felt but still, he smiled and shouted run. The two of you stood and while it took you a second to get your footing the two of you bolted with the manager yelling at you the whole way.
You hoped into Miles car the second you reached it and Miles peeled out of the parking lot. The both of you fell into a fit of giggles as you pulled onto the highway.
“I don’t think we’ll be welcome back there,” Miles snickered.
“So worth it,” you laughed.
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So? Miles 42
Warning: mentions of nudity.
Aged up: About 24
Play this song while reading.
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You had finally caved and let miles take you on a romantic getaway. Where you ask. To a tiny little cottage in the middle of the Scottish lands. On the edge of a hill overlooking a beautiful ravine.
The bedroom had beautiful glass doors with beautiful stained glass that cast an enchanting rainbow of colours over my naked sleeping body, a sheet covering my most intimate places. Miles' hand reached over gently, tucking my wavy hair from my face.
‘Stunning,’ he thought.
His hands shock his heart hammering in his chest threatening to jump though his rib cage right there and then.
He was about to do something that stuck fear through every cell in his being. Letting out a shaky breath he chuckled inwardly at how cowardly he was being. He had faced things much more dangerous than that. He had been sitting there for two hours. Two hours as he tried to work up the courage. Dropping his head to his hands he sighed.
“Come on Miles,” he whispered, trying to encourage himself.
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Hearing a door close I frowned being pulled from my sleep. Yawning I pulled the sheets closer to my body, an embarrassed smile working its way onto my face remembering the actions from the night before. My hand reached out to the opposite side of the bed where miles should have been only to feel cold empty sheets. My frown deepened as I peeled my eyes open being greeted with the beautiful colourful rays of light cast over the bed. A pretty sight that brought a smile to my face. Only my smile faltered slightly when I saw a glint of light. A glint of light that emitted from my hand. Particular what was on my hand. What was on my ring finger. The ring that was on my ringer finger. My jaw slack slightly as I took in what it actually was. It was Rio's engagement ring. A ring that had been in her family for five generations. A simple ring with an oval diamond pitched between a twist of a band.
It took a while for my brain to realize what it was, and why it was on my finger. I sat upright with a start holland it closer to my face. Then my eyes lifted to the figure in the distance through the glass.
My heart thundered in my chest as I pushed open the doors, gripping the sheet tightly around around me as the cold air nipped at my skin. he was standing down in the lake skipping stones across it.
“Miles,” I called softly. He turned around, giving me the chance examined his nervous expression that he tried to hide behind a blank face. It reminded me of when he had first asked me to be his girlfriend. We stared at each other for a moment before he shrugged running his hand down his neck.
“So?” he asked simply. So? Thats how he was going to ask.
“Your mum's going to kill you if she finds out you asked like that,” I muttered. Why was I saying that? Well I needed confirmation. If i didn't get it I don't think I would believe it.
“Well, I was gonna do the whole on one knee and big speech thing. But I realized I've already said all I need to. You know you're the only one for me. Nothing will every change that,” his voice was shaky and for the first time in a long time I could physically see how nervous he was.
“Plus I'm scared as hell Mi Vida,” he admitted honestly with a breathy chuckle.
“Scared of what?” I asked.
“Scared your gonna say no,” he whispered almost painfully.
“Why would I say no?” I asked. I almost beat myself right there and then. What was I doing?
“Alot of reasons, I dont know,” he shrugged.
“All I know is that I love you with my whole being,” he sighed, looking to the ground. “Fuck that was corny,” he whispered more to himself.
“So?” he asked again looking up at me.
“So?” I repeated his words. “Say it,” I pressed. He knew what I wanted to hear.
“Only if you promise to say yes,” he whispered. He didn't want to say it. When he said it he would need to get an answer. And there was a possibility that the answer would be no. After all there was only two answers. I gave a shaky nod as I waited for his next words. He stared at me as a grin formed on his face. Of course I was making him say it.
“Will you marry m-?” before his question was through I had crashed into him throwing my body into his. The impact had us tumbling back, plunging into the water for a brief moment. As we resurfaced I left only a moment for Miles to catch his breath before planting my lips on his finding it the only way to express the utter joy I was feeling. It was heavy as he pulled me and the wet sheet closer to him, his hand weaving into my wet hair that dropped down into his face. Only when I needed air did I pulled back Miles moving with me so we were now sitting up me straddling his lap our waists in the water. Miles froze momentarily seeing the biggest and brightest smile spread across my face, my eyes filled with happy tears as a harmonic laugh escaped my lips. A laugh of excitement and pure joy.
“How could I ever say no?” I asked.
“Say it,” he pressed, needing the confirmation as his hands found my waist looking upon me like I was the most amazing thing he had ever seen.
“Yes, YES! of corse I'll marry you!” I exclaimed. A large breath of utter relief left him as he pulled me close burying his head on my neck.
“You said yes,” he whispered to himself the excitement burst from his chest in a triumphant laugh as he shoot up swinging me around the sheet swirling after me in the water.
“FUCK YEAH!” he yelled into the air. Gently setting me down I beamed watching the water drip down his face. The utter adoration sparking in his eyes had me leaning in for another kiss.
“I love you so god dam fucking much,” he whispered resting his forehead against mine.
“I love you too,” I whispered.
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Stepping into the airport from the trip home Miles held me close to his side as we laughed about nothing in particular.
“AHHHHHHHHH!” The excited scream had us both turning to the waiting area where a very big family stood all clustered together with balloons and sighs. Rio bolted towards us tears in her eyes. Behind her stampede said family.
“I'm so happy!” Rio cried as she slammed into us. We were enveloped in hugs congratulations and praises of all sorts.
“Rio, I, I can't thank you enough,” I whispered as she looked at the ring in melancholy. It was her ring, it was crazy.
“Don't thank me Miha. This ring was always meant to end up on your hand. It brought me alot of joy. As I'm sure its going to bring you too,” she said reaching up to cup my cheek.
“And no more of this Rio, nonsense. To you I'm Mum now,” she said.
“Alright then, Mum,” I said. She smiled fighting off a sob as she brought me into a bone-crushing hug.
“God, I love you,” she muttered.
“Ma, you'll suffocate her,” Miles muttered.
“Dont talk to me. How did I raise you huh. Whats with that So? Bull shit you pulled. Lo juro por Dios, debería haberte castigado más cuando eras un niño,” she began ranking as she gave her son a slap upside the head.
“Hey! just be happy I asked her ok,” he muttered.
“Yeah finally,” Aaron commented.
“Come on, the rooftops already set up,” Rio stated.
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Later that night I walked with Miles hand in hand. We came to a stop and Miles kneeled down dusting of the leaves from the top of his fathers gave.
“Hi Dad,” he whispered.
“I finally did it. Just like you said,” Miles whispered. I placed a hand on his shoulder crouching down extending my hand out to the grave to show the ring.
“Bloody oaf put it on me while I was asleep and then had the gall to simply say so?” I copied Miles voice making him smirk slightly.
“Well I did better than him. He got so nervous he passed out while he asked mum,” Miles said. I smiled hooking my arm in his, leaning in close.
“Well I hope you approve of me. Even though I was the one to encourage your son to sneak out that one time,” I joked returning my gaze to the grave.
“I still can't believe he believed your lie,” Miles shock his head. A soft silence passed over us.
“He approved of you. He was the first one to know I liked you. He said. “Son, that girl there. she's a good one. Dont blow it,” Miles recalled his fathers words. I smiled looking love the grave. I missed him, he was a good man. Sniffing back a sob my lips trembled. Miles should have his dad here. He should be able to hug him and share in the excitement. My heart cried for him.
“I love you dad,” he whispered. Seeing tears welling up behind his eyes I smiled softly pressing a kiss to his shoulder rubbing my thumb on his arm.
“So wish me luck, Imma need it," he joked grinning at me.
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