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[cosmiles]

Could you maybe write something with Miles G. where the reader is kind of shy? Like they go to her house and room for the first time and the reader is nervous about it?

Your house was across the street from the basketball court where Miles first saw you.

When the court was empty, you liked to sit on a bench and doodle in an old composition notebook. No one could look over your shoulder here.

Miles had had a game coming up and felt that his shooting accuracy had been off lately, so he stopped here after school to get in some extra practice. You tensed when you heard his sneakers approaching the entrance, keeping your eyes down and praying that he wouldn't make you leave.

He walked right past you and said nothing.

Only the sound of his footsteps and the basketball he was carrying bouncing across the asphalt could be heard for the entire time he was there until he left.

At some point, Miles came to the same conclusion you did previously and started practicing around the same time every day. You drew, he hooped, the two of you left without a word. A careful routine.

Occasionally, you held your breath and dared to look up to watch him play. Miles' long cornrows brushed his shoulders and flew behind him with every shot, you noticed with amusement. It wasn't long before he made a few appearances in your notebook.

You looked up from your doodling one day and noticed him glancing in your direction. He made another shot, then did it again. And again. After a particularly smooth lay-up, Miles looked back with a grin playing on his face. Once it dawned on you that he was making direct eye-contact, you didn't know what else to do other than smile back.

"You don't talk much, do you?" He would ask you while leaving the court together just before curfew.

"I guess not," you responded in a near whisper.

Miles looked up in thought, then nodded.

"That's alright. Means you think a lot."

Smiles soon turned into winks which turned into short conversations and banter, and now you were both standing in front of the door to your room.

"You gonna go inside?" Miles asked when you hesitantly placed a hand on the doorknob.

"Y-yeah, we could go in."

"I think you need to open the door for that."

"...Right."

With a deep breath, you turned the knob.

The door opened up to a small bedroom with lopsided blinds only up halfway. You winced at the small pile of clothes you had left sitting on a swivel chair as you passed it. What a relief that you hadn't forgotten to make your bed this morning like you usually do.

Miles kicked his sneakers off at the entrance before following behind you. The way he scanned the room made you shift uncomfortably. Suddenly you noticed all of the tiny cracks in the ceiling and blemishes on the walls.

"Cool lights," he remarked, referring to the repurposed Christmas lights strung across your walls.

You relaxed a bit, and grabbed a tiny remote that had been sitting on your desk with an awkward smile. "I can turn them on if you want. They've got a buncha different patterns."

"Knock yourself out. Can I sit?"

"Sure."

You joined him on your bed as you pressed a button on the remote that caused the string lights to twinkle softly. They added a cozy contrast to the harsh neon lights from the towering skyscrapers outside that were visible from your window. It almost felt like a separate world.

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence, entranced by the different patterns blinking above you. It might've been the closest you would ever get to seeing fireworks up close.

"Sorry I don't have any games or anything," you spoke up suddenly. "You must be bored."

Miles turned to face you, closer than he had ever been before today. Close enough for you to realize that his right eye wasn't the same hazel brown as the left, but rather a warm green. He tilted his head quizzically.

"If I was bored, I'd be at home right now."

"But we haven't said anything in like, twenty minutes," you started to laugh.

"You think I like you for bein' a chatterbox?" he parried back.

You shrugged, then leaned your head on his shoulder. "Fair enough."

[cosmiles]

hey y’all i just wanted to let you know i prolly won’t be as active as i’ve been with school starting :/

[cosmiles]

i’m back !

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— Croissants, Cookies, & Coffee

Pro Hero! Bakugo x Cafe Worker! Black! Fem! Reader

Synopsis: Jagged edged pro hero Dynamight begins to show up to his local cafe just a little too much.

TW: Swearing

“Next in line, please,”

Customers and passerby’s gawked a the man you only smiled politely at. His tall, hulking figure towered over everyone, sticking out like a sore thumb, and his reputation did nothing to help the attention. He seemed tense about it all, the prolonged stares irritating him to no end. But seeing you unfazed, warm lights glowing on your brownskin, gave him some sort of grounding.

“Good afternoon Mr. Dynamight. Should I ring up your usual, or would you like to try one of our new items?” The words fell off your glossed lips so casually, as if you weren’t speaking to the most powerful man in Japan.

“Don’t call me that,” he snarled. “It’s policy,” you said in unison with him, his eyes rolling in annoyance as he kissed his teeth.

“I don’t give a shit about policy, you know what to call me,” he told you, before humming in thought. “I’ll try that fuckin’ peach shit, but only if you make it for me.”

“One pretty peach refresher,” you said, smiling whilst typing the order into the screen in front of you. “What size?”

“Large, and that’ll be all,” he said, reaching into his pockets for his wallet as he mumbled to himself. “Fuckin’ pretty peach refresher, who the fuck comes up with these names?”

You stifled a laugh, lips curling inward. He swiped his card on the reader before you could even tell him the price, huffing as he put his wallet away.

“Thank you, I’ll bring your order over as soon as it’s done,” you chimed.

Swapping places with one of your coworkers, you took on drinks for the moment. To anyone who didn’t know better, you were only doing this because if someone like the explosive pro hero Dynamight says, you do. And in a way, they weren’t wrong.

But your drinks are the only ones he’ll take. Hell, that’s the only time he takes anything, even the pre made baked goods, anything else gets sent back. Your coworkers were convinced your quirk had some magical touch aspect to it. How the hell could he tell if a cappuccino was made by you or not?

A scoop of ice, a cup of dehydrated peach, a cup of peach juice, some water, and a blend later, his order was ready. As you approached, his attention was turned towards the window, simply watching as people and cars passed.

“Katsuki,” you uttered, handing the drink over. “Enjoy your pretty peach refresher.”

Your emphasis on the three words made him roll his eyes again, but you didn’t miss the smile he covered with his cup as he took a sip.

For months, that’s how your interactions went. If you ever asked Katsuki why he progressed passed this in the manner he did, he’d be far to ashamed to say.

Sure, he made nearly daily visits, sometimes coming twice a day. Once in the morning, and then again on the way back home. But his visits soon became erratic, as if he was going for reasons he didn’t want anyone to know.

“Good morning, Katsuki,” you hummed, placing his plate in front of him. “One eggs, ham, and cheese croissant sandwich for you.”

You walked away too fast to see it, only focused on getting through the morning rush of people. Had you stayed a second longer, you’d have caught him watching the morning sun illuminate your features.

That was his first visit of the day. You knew he’d be back soon, as he’d been coming more frequently, just not as soon as he did.

“Since when did you guys have cookies?” The blond asked, nodding over to the display of baked goods.

“Always,” you told him. “I can ring them up for you if you wanna try?”

“Only if you bring them to me,” he smirked.

The aroma of warm chocolate chip cookies had you salivating as you walked them over to his usual window booth. You needed to remind yourself to steal some before clocking out.

“Here are your cookies. And this is your second time back in,” you checked the clock. “Six hours? You beat your record from last time.”

“Yeah?” Katsuki asked, fake surprised at his own timing as he bit into a cookie, humming in satisfaction.

“Yeah,” you smirked, running your hand over pulled back coils to make sure your hair was still neatly in its bun. “Were you hungry or did you just miss me?”

You were standing just feet away from him, and even now he missed you.

“Fucking starving,” he teased, making you kiss your teeth. “You just happen to make all the shit I like.”

You raised your eyebrow in amusement, bearing your teeth in a glossy lipped smile.

“Oh? Like the cookies I only put onto a plate for you?” You asked, pointing to the now empty plate.

“It’s just different when you put it on a plate,” he shrugged.

“Right, right,” you nodded. “Gotta get back to work, but I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Katsuki came back just two hours later.

“Y’know, I was joking before, but this is getting concerning,” you huffed, placing the mug of coffee onto the table. “This is your third time back, and you were here just two hours ago. And who orders coffee at noon?”

Unbotheredly, he takes a sip from his coffee and says nothing.

“I know you hear me,” you huffed.

You folded your arms over your chest, annoyed that he wouldn’t give you a straight answer. Something was obviously bothersome him, and he was itching to get it off his chest.

“Don’t get me mad on shift Katsuki,” you said sternly. “What’s actually going on.”

“Honestly? I just missed you,” he shrugged.

You were just ready to go off on him, but he sounded so genuine that you held your tongue. This was far from your usual dynamic, and the sudden shift had you at a loss for words

“You free after work?”

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[cosmiles]

HAPPY 100 IM SO PROUD

THANK YOU PRETTYYY

[cosmiles]

Take delight in the Lord, and he will give you the desires of your heart.

Psalm 37:4

[cosmiles]

𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄

— what it's like to date earth1610!miles

note: new theme new name new fic!

characters: earth1610!miles

content: fluff, established gn!relationship, me just simping over miles for nth time

words: 0.4k

E1610! Miles Morales sends you voice memos every single day. Though he's very much a Facetime guy, he knows he can't be on call with you every waking hour (even though he really wants to!). You'll get voice memos every single morning and night with the occasional one or two sprinkled in throughout the day. They typically last around 3-4 minutes, but if he's feeling really chatting, you'll end up with a mini-podcast. Take notes if you can't remember everything because he adores it when you respond to everything he said.

E1610! Miles Morales who was hesitant to tell you he was Spider-Man because of what your reaction may be. He's worried that you'll be scared of him or break up with him because you can't handle the responsibility. But once he does tell you and you're still here, his mouth is like a waterfall and he's telling you all that he's been through as Spider-Man.

E1610! Miles Morales who loves to take naps with you, a lot. It's not uncommon for you to be chilling in your room when he opens your window and beckons you over to your bed to snuggle with him. He doesn't mind who ends up being big or little spoon, as long as he gets to sleep holding you in some way.

E1610! Miles Morales who loves having matching sneakers with you. He's always so excited when a new shoe drops and he can snag some for the both of you. Bonus if you have matching outfits with them too. Yes, it makes you look like a cheesy couple but that's his main goal. He'll get mildly upset if he loses a sneaker when he changes into Spider-Man, but it becomes more extreme if they're a pair you brought him/have matching with him.

E1610! Miles Morales that is still as awkward and goofy as the day you met him, with no sign of stopping. He'll still get a little flustered when you flirt with him and gets embarrassed when he remembers how he first tried to pull you. Somedays he doesn't understand why you agreed to go out with him but he knows you wouldn't change it for the world.

➥ thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed and don't forget that Jesus loves you, to drink water, eat some food, and get some rest :))

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[cosmiles]

𝟓:𝟐𝟕 𝐀𝐌

— early mornings with miles

note: i can't do short timestamps y'all! they just become drabbles with a specific time :(

characters: earth1610!miles

content: fluff, established gn!relationship, cuddling

words: 0.3k

5:27 a.m, a common time for Miles to allow his thoughts to run rampant. 

The mixture of the quietness from the early hour to the soft breeze passing by him was the perfect opportunity to process everything going on in his life. 

Everything just seemed to click during this hour. Crime would slow to a minimum as the early risers began their routines. The usual hustle and bustle of the city slowed, just for a moment, before erupting back to life again. All of Miles’s worries and doubts would clear as his heart and mind aligned, allowing the thoughts and ideas he had trouble understanding to be set free. 

Moments like these were usually spent alone on top of the clock tower, allowing Miles to be vulnerable as he talked to the sky. All that he was struggling with was released through his tears, whisked away by the wind without a second thought or care in the world. His only time to himself, before he put back on the mask to be the hero the city needed, the hero they deserved. 

And yet this time, Miles wasn't alone. He wasn't even at the clock tower. Rather he was in your room with you curled up in his arms. Why should he spend his moments alone in sorrow when he could be held in your warmth? Being Spider-Man was hard and carrying all of the responsibility he was entrusted with was even harder. But it would all be worth it if he could spend the rest of his lifetime with you.

➥ thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed and don't forget that Jesus loves you, to drink water, eat some food, and get some rest :))

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[cosmiles]

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔

➢ miles's journey of pinning over you

note: happy birthday to baby miles :p

characters: earth1610!miles

content: fluff, childhood friends to lovers, requited love

words: 0.4k

It was safe to say that Miles Morales was hopelessly in love with you. Everyone could see the way he cared for you. Or the way his eyes lit up when you called his name. Or how he stumbled slightly over his words when you gave him your full attention. Or just how excited he was to show you some of his art compared to other people. 

Then, what was the problem? Well, you both were best friends, childhood best friends to be exact. Born in the same hospital two doors down from each other. Your parents quickly became close as you both grew. Every picture from childhood had you both together, no matter whose parent took it. You were always together, through thick and thin. Always building each other up and comforting each other through tough times. 

So it wasn’t a shock that Miles developed feelings for you. Most onlookers of your relationship already assumed you both were dating. Plus, the way he acted around you just further proved their point. And oh how he wished for it to be true. Just the thought of being with you kept him up at night, longing for you to see him in a different light. But, the thought of risking your friendship hindered him from fulfilling his dreams. Miles couldn’t let this lifelong friendship drift away because he was stupid enough to develop feelings. 

Yet at the same time, he hated the thought of others trying to get with you. Sure, he remained respectful when others tried to woo you, but that doesn't mean he didn’t get a little jealous. Not that you ever knew, of course. 

But luck must sometimes be on his side since you always seem to turn down each and every person. No matter how sweet, charming, or good-looking they were. This often caused Miles to question the reasoning behind it but he could never quite put his finger on it. Besides, why put a question mark where God put a period? 

And even though you were single, it didn’t make his pinning any easier. The longer it went on, the more his heart was itching for affection. Some days, Miles wondered what would happen if he just blurted out exactly how he felt. How would you react, knowing he didn’t wanna just be best friends anymore? That he wanted to be more, your everything? 

He just wanted your love. And though he didn't know it, one day, very soon, he would get it. 

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[cosmiles]

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐘

— picnic date with earth1610!miles

note: thank you for 100!!

characters: earth1610!miles

content: fluff, gn!reader, unestablished relationship (but soon?!)

words: 0.7k

He had this all thought out. From the date, to the day, to even the time he would ask. A foolproof plan, one may add. Yet, it seemed that some force, possibly the universe, was having none of this. Laughing in his face at the absurdity of asking such a person out. A person that was none other than you. 

You, the one Miles would call a dear friend of his. Well, he would have a few weeks ago. Before the mere mention of your name made his stomach flip and sweat like he was stuck in a never-ending sauna. It surprised him how you hadn’t caught on by now, since his behavior was far from ordinary. But, you seemed to be oblivious or rather knew but wanted to spare his feelings. Either way, Miles was determined to make his feelings known. 

After weeks of preparation, everything was set. He settled on asking you out on a picnic date under the stars. A simple, yet creative date choice that would be enjoyable without either of you breaking the bank. All he needed to do was pick a day with the clearest sky, convince his mother to make your favorite food, and ask you out, the part he dreaded the most. Not because he was being forced to, but because of the “what ifs?” that plagued his mind. 

Before long, there was no time to keep avoiding the inevitable. After a day had been picked and his mother started preparations for the food, there was one thing left to do: ask you out. An awkward, cheesy confession did the trick, leaving you both full of smiles with anticipation of the day to come. 

And when it came, all the chaos Miles thought would break loose didn’t. The force that constantly turned his life upside down ceased, deciding to let him have his one day of peace. His morning, where Miles was sure something would go wrong, went by smoothly, as he helped his mother prepare the foods you both would enjoy. Then the afternoon came and went as he spent the majority of it finding the perfect outfit, getting his hair to cooperate, and checking and rechecking the weather to ensure you both didn’t have to reschedule. 

As the sun began to set, Miles said his goodbyes and made the trip to your house. No matter how amazing the food smelled beside him or the way the leaves crunched under his feet, every step he took was full of nerves. When he reached your door, those nerves intensified with the what-ifs pouring back into his mind. But, all worries and doubts fled once you open the door. 

'Breathtaking' was the first word Miles thought of when his eyes landed on you. After locking your door, you turned to him, giving him the softest smile he could only wish to mirror. His heart melted as he shakily offered flowers to you, melting even more when you took his hand. As you began the walk to your destination, something clicked in Miles’s brain. It was like a knowing, a knowing that everything would turn out the way he had hoped. 

Before you both knew it, night had fallen. The food was almost gone and the pink and orange streaks had left the sky. You both were laying on the blanket Miles brought gazing at the stars above and talking about anything and everything. Well, you were. Miles was stuck staring at you completely lovestruck. He was a fool to think you looked better under the sun when the moon brought out little things he never noticed before. 

In the sun, your skin sparkled like it was trying to outshine it. But in the moon, your skin shimmered like it was letting the moon have its moment. Your locs, which usually were so full of life and bounced whenever you walked, settled down, letting Miles admire their color and perfection. Your eyes, which he could never stare at properly without getting caught, had his full attention. 

It didn’t matter to him that he couldn’t see the constellations he had picked out. Why should it when he had a front-row seat to the prettiest star in the sky? A silent thank you went out to the sky above for letting him get just this one day. This one day he could spend with the person who outshined every constellation in the galaxy. You, the one he wanted to light up his universe forever. 

➥ thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed and don't forget that Jesus loves you, to drink water, eat some food, and get some rest :))

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[cosmiles]

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐘

— picnic date with earth1610!miles

note: thank you for 100!!

characters: earth1610!miles

content: fluff, gn!reader, unestablished relationship (but soon?!)

words: 0.7k

He had this all thought out. From the date, to the day, to even the time he would ask. A foolproof plan, one may add. Yet, it seemed that some force, possibly the universe, was having none of this. Laughing in his face at the absurdity of asking such a person out. A person that was none other than you. 

You, the one Miles would call a dear friend of his. Well, he would have a few weeks ago. Before the mere mention of your name made his stomach flip and sweat like he was stuck in a never-ending sauna. It surprised him how you hadn’t caught on by now, since his behavior was far from ordinary. But, you seemed to be oblivious or rather knew but wanted to spare his feelings. Either way, Miles was determined to make his feelings known. 

After weeks of preparation, everything was set. He settled on asking you out on a picnic date under the stars. A simple, yet creative date choice that would be enjoyable without either of you breaking the bank. All he needed to do was pick a day with the clearest sky, convince his mother to make your favorite food, and ask you out, the part he dreaded the most. Not because he was being forced to, but because of the “what ifs?” that plagued his mind. 

Before long, there was no time to keep avoiding the inevitable. After a day had been picked and his mother started preparations for the food, there was one thing left to do: ask you out. An awkward, cheesy confession did the trick, leaving you both full of smiles with anticipation of the day to come. 

And when it came, all the chaos Miles thought would break loose didn’t. The force that constantly turned his life upside down ceased, deciding to let him have his one day of peace. His morning, where Miles was sure something would go wrong, went by smoothly, as he helped his mother prepare the foods you both would enjoy. Then the afternoon came and went as he spent the majority of it finding the perfect outfit, getting his hair to cooperate, and checking and rechecking the weather to ensure you both didn’t have to reschedule. 

As the sun began to set, Miles said his goodbyes and made the trip to your house. No matter how amazing the food smelled beside him or the way the leaves crunched under his feet, every step he took was full of nerves. When he reached your door, those nerves intensified with the what-ifs pouring back into his mind. But, all worries and doubts fled once you open the door. 

'Breathtaking' was the first word Miles thought of when his eyes landed on you. After locking your door, you turned to him, giving him the softest smile he could only wish to mirror. His heart melted as he shakily offered flowers to you, melting even more when you took his hand. As you began the walk to your destination, something clicked in Miles’s brain. It was like a knowing, a knowing that everything would turn out the way he had hoped. 

Before you both knew it, night had fallen. The food was almost gone and the pink and orange streaks had left the sky. You both were laying on the blanket Miles brought gazing at the stars above and talking about anything and everything. Well, you were. Miles was stuck staring at you completely lovestruck. He was a fool to think you looked better under the sun when the moon brought out little things he never noticed before. 

In the sun, your skin sparkled like it was trying to outshine it. But in the moon, your skin shimmered like it was letting the moon have its moment. Your locs, which usually were so full of life and bounced whenever you walked, settled down, letting Miles admire their color and perfection. Your eyes, which he could never stare at properly without getting caught, had his full attention. 

It didn’t matter to him that he couldn’t see the constellations he had picked out. Why should it when he had a front-row seat to the prettiest star in the sky? A silent thank you went out to the sky above for letting him get just this one day. This one day he could spend with the person who outshined every constellation in the galaxy. You, the one he wanted to light up his universe forever. 

➥ thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed and don't forget that Jesus loves you, to drink water, eat some food, and get some rest :))

➥ taglist: @morosis-haze @romiantic @mypimpademia @jackibrown @strcnt @haksluvr @ivanari @lovefrominaya

[cosmiles]

HAPPY 100 ANGIE POOKIE <333

THANK YOU FRENNNN

[cosmiles]

[cosmiles]

pranking earth 42!miles texting scenario

warnings: none !!

author’s note: yuh yuh two in one day i’m not playin w yall! + let this fic be a lesson don’t prank him like that pls. 😊

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[cosmiles]

misc. izuku midoriya boyfriend headcanons <3

warnings: none really just fluff.

author’s note: i know it’s been awhile people but i’m back temporarily </3. schools been so exhausting and i’m finally finding inspo to write.

hardcore gamer. i feel like midoriya would love games and is the type finish to them in one sitting and every single time he’s finished, you can notice how slightly insane he looks by the end of it. his hair is a little fluffier, his eyebags are bigger than grocery bags, and his only goal after he stands up from his chair is to flop on his bed and pass out. if you’re there, you’re always urging him to take breaks and he does occasionally. but honestly good luck getting him to budge. izuku’s determination is unmatched.

once he’s extremely comfortable around you, he likes when you give him pecks all over his face and then on his mouth. he seems like the type to do it in a specific order: left cheek, forehead, right cheek, nose, then mouth. i don’t know, it just kinda scratches his brain in the right way. and don’t forget this order or a spot because he’ll be sure to remind you. “you missed a spot…” he would say, pointing to the spot you missed. you would roll your eyes playfully while leaning in to fix your mistake.

he likes to cook with his mom. it’s therapeutic for him, he just loves spending time with her. it’s his favorite thing to do besides cuddling under you. every time you are over at his moms' house for dinner, he’s always trying to help his mom despite her protests. “izuku! i’m fine—“ “mom. just let me help you with this!” maybe he’s a little too helpful at times but we all know it comes from a good place.

hides his emotions very often. izuku doesn’t like to be vulnerable, at least around you. so he could be super stressed out about something but as soon as you enter his room or something, his mood immediately changes. it’s not like he fakes his emotions around you, he just wants to deal with his problems by himself. he doesn’t want to make it your issue as well. so it’s very rare when izuku opens up about something despite never being able to shut his mouth.

i like to think that arguments are very rare in your relationship. despite whether or not you may be emotionally mature or not, he is. his job isn’t to fix you, but he helps you when you try to “fix” yourself. he makes you want to do better. so whenever there is an argument, he separates himself from you so you can calm down and once things have settled in you both have a proper conversation about the issue and about how you both can fix it. but like i said, this is rare so when this circumstance happens, it’s over something serious and it would have a huge effect on your relationship.

OR if we’re speaking a little more on the canon side, i don’t think it’s much different but i think he would not know what to do if you get angry at him. he’ll try to talk things out but do it poorly at first due to how nervous he is. but overall, i think the relationship is pretty healthy communication-wise, and that midoriya is a good boyfriend for this first time. (there is no denying you will be his first and most likely last love.)

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PICS YOU AND MILES WOULD TAKE

HEADCANONS

- he loves taking pictures with (and especially of) you, he makes sure to take at least one everytime hes with you so he always has a memory of the time you spent together

- when he’s taking pictures with you, he always tries to throw something up 🙄 westside, 4 fingers up, shocker, he just throws it up as soon as he sees the camera

- and you have to be like

- “boy if you dont put that down and do something normal”

- so then he does and then its just the 🤘🏾, ✌🏾, or 🖕🏾

- but when he’s taking pictures of you..

- he goes all out

- and i mean all out

- acts like hes a pro photographer and goes

- “the lighting looks perfect in the angle” as hes on his knees and snaps 100 pictures

- throwing compliments as you try to hold in your laughter so you can get at least a few good pictures for the gram

- he ends up taking pictures of you as your laughing (literally the 🤭 emoji) and convinces you to post them as well

- he rarely takes pictures of himself, only when he just got his hair done and he’s taking a picture to show you

- he never posts pics of himself, unless it’s him playing basketball or baseball and you always make your way into one of the pictures no matter how much you try to convince him not to put you in them

- speaking of posting pics, if the two of you take a silly picture and you wanna post it, he’ll let you

- he tries to keep a serious attitude but when hes around his bae he doesn’t care about anything else but you

- he doesn’t care if he gets clowned by his friends, as long as you’re having fun he is too

@ nokkihy , all rights reserved

[cosmiles]

❛ 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐖 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 ❜

in which you and miles participate in the latest tiktok trend <3

> ♡ < : gn! reader, no physical desc of reader, fluffy fic

— 𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬. requested by my loml @/cuichichan here! reader has lipstick and puts on lipstick so there's that!! there's a lil extra i made in the end of the fic that i actually laughed at while making ++ yes ik this trend is probs dead 💔

“Can't you smear any faster than that?”

“Stay still, Miles!”

You groan and laugh, at this point you don't even know what to do as you look at him, watching as he laughs with you and accidentally lets go his phone.

Miles sighs, looking down at his hands and letting you continue to smear and press more kisses around his face.

It's become a repetitive motion to him by this point: your lips pressed against his skin, the warmth encompassing him only for a moment before you pull away and smudge some of the lipstick to make it look 'nicer'.

“There.” Pulling away just enough, you find yourself admiring your little handiwork of colors tainted all over him.

“Damn this can beat any painting.” He comments, looking at himself through his phone's camera.

“Seriously?”

“We just gotta take a photo, frame it nicely, hang it up, and watch the people come in." He shrugs, explaining (though not really) his thought process on the whole thing. Honestly speaking, to him, anything you touch should be on display for all to see.

You can't even focus on the lipstick in your hands as you feel yourself shake from laughter. “Dork.” You remark playfully before grabbing your phone and opening tiktok.

“Okay wait, get ready.”

“You just smear a bit on your lips, and then pretend to mess it up, and I wipe it right?” He asks, moving to sit closer to you on the edge of the bed as you prepare and look for a good angle.

“Yeah, wait for a bit 'til I mess up then wipe.”

Pressing the record button, you're quick to start pressing the cosmetic against your bottom lip, smearing it across until it slips a bit.

And just like that, Miles' hand comes into the frame. His thumb wiping just beneath your lip before his hand moves just below your chin ever so gently to move your face so you're looking at him, making a smile break out of both your faces.

The camera extends to show Miles, covered with very visible lipstick marks all over his face and neck, it's not even until a few seconds later that he smashes his lips against yours.

You sometimes wonder who was the better kisser between you and Miles, smiling and kissing him back as the recording ends and moves to the editing part.

“Show off.”

“You know you liked it.”

Miles pulls away, feeling confident and bold with that last surprise move he pulled off, he's not really sure what part he liked most during all this: the kiss, the 'bringing your chin to face him' move, or even the part where you press your lips all over his face.

Grabbing your phone, you don't really edit it or plan on redoing it since it was already perfect: just deciding to post it before putting it down.

“Imagine if your mom walks in seeing you like this.” You comment, laughing at the mental image of a very horrified Miles.

“Don't even jinx it.” A groan leaves his lips at the thought, lying down on his bed before sitting up. “But we should make the most of it while we're here.” He shrugs his shoulders, looking at you mischievously.

“You're the last person I would ever imagine to suggest a makeout sesh.”

“It's not everyday you see your boyfriend all littered with lipstick.” He replies, not even letting a second pass before he's pulling you close and pressing his lips against yours.

Miles loves your lips pressed on his skin, how warm it makes him feel and how light and heavenly it is. But he also loves it when it's just against his own lips, kissing him with nothing short of romantic or loving.

Just before things get super heated, the door suddenly opens and neither of you are prepared nor given enough time to even process what's happening.

“Miles, I've been calling for you, what were you —”

Maybe it was safe to say you've already jinxed yourself as you and Miles stare in horror at his mother walking in on the both of you.

— extra. (the tiktok comments)