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[luvhyunnie]

Hii can u do a 42 miles fluff fic where his uncle caught a him being soft for us and teases him for it

— My Future

pairing ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ 42!miles morales x reader

summary ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ miles gets caught by his uncle cuddling you and saying sweet nothings to you while you were asleep.

warnings ✧˖ °fluff, cuddling, cursing, implied murder and kidnapping, mentions of threats, implied on and off relationship, miles being a softy for you.

m. list, main m. list.

translations ✧࿓☾ te amo tanto, sabías?: i love you so much, did you know?, desde el momento que te ví: from the moment i saw you, mi princesa: my princess.

a/n . . ◟੭ hey, sweet anon! i live for soft miles so here you go, i hope you enjoy!

miles ran his hand up and down your back, your head on his chest, one leg thrown on top of his stomach and your arm hugging him close to you. one of his legs was tangled with your other one and his other arm was wrapped around your waist.

he had been whispering things to you the moment he felt your breathing come to a calm and slow pace, your soft breath making him feel butterflies in his stomach. he hated the feeling but he couldn’t help it when he was with you so he became used to it.

everytime he sees you always felt like the first, the moment he saw you he felt those butterflies but at the time he didn’t know what they were because he never had that feeling before. with time he realized what they meant and thought that they would go away when he confessed but life proved him wrong.

“te amo tanto, sabías?” he whispered. “desde el momento que te ví.”

it was love at first sight for him, it was a cliché and he had completely despised that it happened to him but that negative feeling disappeared when he got to know you.

“i though you were beautiful…” he continued. “that’s why i bothered you.” he let out a quiet chuckled at that.

miles had started to annoy you after the first meeting, not even waiting a day. you sat next to him in class due to assigned seats and he took that as an advantage to make your learning impossible in that class, and was even worse in the hallway where no teacher was looking and stopping him from doing so.

“i would do anything for you,” his hand stopped moving, coming to a stop at the small of your back. “even kill for you.”

it was true, miles had almost beat up a guy to death when the fucker tried to lay his hands on you. if it wasn’t because you were there telling him to stop with tears in your eyes, fear clear in them, he would’ve killed the guy.

he later discovered that the fear wasn’t directed towards him, but because of what would happen to him if he killed someone in public where there were many witnesses, no mask covering his face to protect him from his crime.

“i would even die for you.” his hand continued with his previous movement.

another truth, he remembers that time you were kidnapped by one of his many enemies. it was right after breaking up with you for a fifth time to protect you from his life as the prowler, but it was useless because you were used against him anyway. but even then he gave himself in just to save you, not making a plan because it would put your life in danger, he had been unaware of the plan his uncle had made.

“anything, mi princesa…” he finished, placing a kiss on top of your head.

“you’re a real simp, ain’t you.” he heard his uncle’s voice.

miles looked at his bedroom door, wondering when the hell did his uncle opened the door without him even realizing.

“getting rusty, huh?” his uncle leaned against the frame. “didn’t even notice i was here at all while you were saying all the lovey-dovey shit.”

miles rolled his eyes and spoke, trying hard not to sound embarrassed. “do you need something?”

“nah, just checking on you.” uncle aaron shrugged. “today’s mission was pretty rough, but you seem to be doing just fine.”

“yeah, yeah.” miles dismissed. “whatever.”

his uncle laughed, making sure it was not loud enough to wake you. “i know you’re embarrassed right now, no need to pretend.” he then turned more serious. “if you really care that much about her, make sure she feels the same way, miles. don’t want you getting hurt.”

miles smirked. “she does feel the same.”

“you think so?” uncle aaron raised an eyebrow.

“i know so.”

“if you say so.” his uncle nodded.

“she promised me her future and i promised her mine, so yeah i’m sure.” miles said simply.

“protect her.” his uncle said before closing the door, saying a goodnight.

“i will.”

miles placed another kiss to your head. “always.”

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[luvhyunnie]

request ! 😌

i saw something about Mrs. Morales having a picture of Miles’ girlfriend in her wallet and i think it’s literally the cutest thing ever 😭😭😭 could you write some headcannons about Mrs. Morales absolutely loving Miles’ girlfriend? for both E-1610 Miles and E-42 Miles? thank you !!!

— Mama Love

pairing ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ 42!miles morales x fem!reader, 1610!miles morales x fem!reader

summary ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ tía morales really enjoys having you as her son’s girlfriend.

warnings ✧˖ ° fluff, cursing, tía morales offering to whoop miles’s ass for you.

m. list, main m. list.

translations ✧࿓☾ mi niña preciosa: my precious little girl, si la vuelves a lastimar te juro que—: if you hurt her again i swear that i’ll—, no la vuelvas a dejar plantada!: don’t you ever stand her up again, niño no hagas que te golpé: boy don’t make me whoop you.

a/n . . ◟੭ hey, sweet anon! i think i know what fic you’re talking about, but i don’t remember the author. i love tía morales, hope you enjoy!

42!miles morales

this boy does not play with his girl and mom so you better believe that he was so happy that his mom loved you so much.

at first he was worried that his mom wouldn’t accept you or get along with you because in that case he would’ve no choice but to break up with you in order to not make his mom uncomfortable.

she matters too much to him for him to just go and date someone she doesn’t approve of.

but his worries vanished the moment he saw the two of you in the kitchen after he had come from some prowler business and heard his mom talking about how beautiful you were and how you and miles complemented each other.

that was the first time you two had met and since then you were inseparable.

you were the it mom and future daughter-in-law duo.

many times you and tía morales were talking about him and she found absolutely adorable the way your eyes lid up when talking about her son

“mi niña preciosa,” she would sigh. “you and miles are made for each other.”

other times you would talk about the world of fashion and gossip about the women and men in the neighborhood.

one time tía morales argued with a woman after she had cursed at you, telling her about how she was too grown to be acting like that.

you two laughed about it later and she let you know that if you ever needed help from ladies who acted like children to just call her.

one time miles even complained about the amount of time his mother spent with his girlfriend and he got called selfish.

never complained to either of you again.

his uncle aaron once got to hear this complain and laughed at him telling him he’s a simp

miles got you and his mom matching neckless and you two absolutely loved them.

now, neither of you takes it off.

then he got jealous of that so he got you and him matching bracelets.

you have a picture of him and his mom as your homescreen and he got jealous because it used to be only him.

tía morales has you as her homescreen and everytime someone sees it she would tell them that you were her son’s girlfriend who was her niña preciosa.

you would come over even when miles was not there just to spend time with her.

she taught you how to cook many dishes puertorriqueños.

and if you didn’t speak spanish already, she would teach you many words.

would feel guilty when she said a bad word around you and you would repeat it.

“no, mi niña. don’t say that!”

miles always got an earful from his mom whenever he did something to you that she found out of line, like one time he yelled at you.

“si la vuelves a lastimar te juro que—”

yeah, he never yelled at you after that.

or like ever did anything that would hurt you.

miles might act like he didn’t like how close you and his mom were but he secretly loved that.

you and tía morales couldn’t care less if he liked your closeness or not.

1610!miles morales

now this one does love his mom but wouldn’t break up with you if you two didn’t get along.

but since day one you and tía morales got along right away.

it was like you were destined to be her daughter-in-law, like she would often say.

miles absolutely loved that and would often join both of you in your conversations and cooking lessons.

one time you were learning how to make patacón and miles was absolutely freaking out because he felt like you would get burned.

tía morales took him out of the kitchen, telling him that if he kept being in there with all that bad energy then you will end up burning yourself.

she taught you a lot of different recipes from her culture and if you are boricua then you would just make them together, since people use different seasonings for everything.

tía morales and you would walk around the neighborhood, talking about some lady from there who cheated on her husband and how he publicly humiliated her right in front of everyone.

one time miles stood you up for the fifth time and since you didn’t know he was spiderman, you just felt neglected by him for no reason.

his mom made sure to make things clear for him.

“no la vuelvas a dejar plantada!” the look she gave him was enough for him not to make his patrols around the same time as your dates.

he had to apologize with flowers and chocolates that his mom helped pick out for you, she also told him to give you some money.

after that you felt better and forgave miles, but not before thanking tía morales for talking to him.

tía morales and you went out a lot.

like going shopping,

buying ice cream,

going to restaurants where miles tagged along.

miles never felt jealousy of you spending time with his mom but he felt a little mad when he found out that he was no longer your homescreen wallpaper.

he was, but his mom was in the picture too so he got pouty.

he complained right there in front of his mom, acting like a damn child.

“niño, no hagas que te golpé.” tía morales had said, giving him a blank stare.

yeah, never complained again.

but you had to make him your perfile picture in every socia media or he will ignore you.

you made his mom your whatsapp perfile pic though, since she made you download it. (if you had it before then you just put it because you wanted to show off your bfs mother).

she had you as her homescreen and would feel so proud whenever someone called the girl in the picture gorgeous and would immediately say that it was her son’s gf.

in the end you and tía morales are besties.

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Nightly Skincare Routine w Ni-Ki

Warnings: None <3 PURE FLUFF

Pairings: bf! Ni-Ki × fem! reader

Synopsis: Ni-Ki doesn't know how he got here, all he knows is that you're doing his skincare and he's trying not to give you the satisfaction of showing you he secretly loves it

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

"Get back here you giant toddler!!" You scream after Ni-Ki, chasing after him around your apartment with a giggle and a face mask in your hands

"You'll never catch me~" Ni-Ki teased back like a child, sticking his thumbs in his ears and wiggling his fingers mockingly, blowing a raspberry in your direction

Scramming into your shared room, he hides from you behind the door. You pretend not to notice and call out for him, admitting defeat

"I give up, Ni-Ki. I promise I won't tackle you" You muster up a defeated voice

He instantly comes out of his hiding place and coos at your pout, coming to hug you. You practically cackle to yourself.

He's just too easy

As he pulls you in, you take your opening and push him down on the bed, immediately climbing over him and straddling his lap with a smirk

"Gotcha pretty boy" you tease with a devastating grin

He sighs, admitting defeat

Truth be told, he did have the strength to push you off if he wanted to, but he found your victory too cute to stop you

"You win, Princess" He holds his hands up, surrendering, still pinned down by your figure, making you giggle to yourself

As you gather your supplies with the hum, he stares at you with pure adoration, he tries hard not to giggle at your cuteness

"Lift your head up for me, darling" you whisper softly, helping him put on a band to avoid the mask getting in his hair. You pretend not to notice the blush creep upon his face at the name

Dipping your brush in the clay mask, you gently apply it onto his smooth skin, ignoring your heart racing at the proximity

"It tickles y/n" he says through giggles, squirming under you. You smile warmly, loving the sound of his contagious laugh

You stop applying the mask, subconsciously, admiring his devasting smile and porcelain skin. You really were a simp for him

He blushes when he realizes you spaced out admiring him. Mustering up some confidence, he brings his hands behind his head

"Take a picture, I'll last longer" He teases

"Maybe I will, my pretty boy~" You coo, rubbing the smooth skin on his cheek with your thumb

You can't hold your laughter at his utterly shocked expression, knowing he didn't expect such a confident reply. He stumbles over his words

"J-just continue with the mask thingy, y/n" he speaks, avoiding your gaze, making you coo for the umpteenth time that day

"As you wish, handsome" you tease one last time before brushing the mask on his face once more

"And...done!" You speak with a little squeal, you get off of his lap, to his dismay, sitting on the bed next to him with your leg tucked under you

He slowly mirrors you, about to reach for his face to feel the foreign substance until you stop him

"Ah ah ah no touching mister, you have to leave it on for 10 minutes" you say matter of factly, hiding your giggle as his eyes roll

You practically see the lightbulb go off in his head judging by his very expressive face

He drags you to the bathroom, leaving you confused, gently grabbing you by the hips and placing you on the sink area, settling himself between your legs

"Your turn, angel~" he mocks with a smooth voice

Looking through your skincare, he places each one in chronological order, recalling the countless times you forced him to stay with you while you did your skincare and unpacked your day to him

Running his hands under the water, he softly wet your face before applying a good amount of cleanser into his hands, emulsifying it before gently massaging it into your skin in small circles

Humming at the soothing feeling, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, all the stress in you body melting away at his touch

After a minute or so, he wets his hands again, washing off the cleanser that remained on your face before gently tapping your skin with your favorite face towel to prepare for the next step

You can't help but blush at that fact that he actually paid attention when you rambled to him while washing your face

After your face was no longer wet, he placed a kiss on your nose before leaving the bathroom, coming back about a few seconds later with face masks in his hands

"I was looking through your skincare fridge, I hope you don't mind, and I thought these ones looked cute. Which one do you want, angel?" He asks with an expecting look in his eyes which you can't help but coo at

Surprise never leaving you at his interest despite his seeming hatred of skincare when applied onto himself earlier

You point to a mint colored package, meeting his soft gaze with a smile

"I knew you would pick that one" He speaks in a teasing, babyish tone

Peeling open the package, he carefully extracts the sheet mask and opens it up gently to not tear it

Carefully, he places it onto your clean skin, smoothing some parts so no area was left untouched by the mask

Your heart swells at his gentle nature, very unlike his usual playful self

"How are you so good at this, Ki? Even I can't ever get it to apply this perfectly" You question with amusement

He chuckles to himself, mentally celebrating that the countless YouTube tutorials he watched on how to properly apply skincare actually paid off

"I guess I'm just that good, maybe I'll do your skincare from now on? How about that, princess?" He suggests with a smirk. There's the Ni-Ki you know

A smile creeps upon your lips

"I'd like that, actually" You say quietly but just loud enough for him to hear you and chuckle

"All done, cutie, I'll apply moisturizer after the minutes are up. In the meantime...can we cuddle?" He avoids your gaze at the last part

Rolling your eyes playfully at his sudden shyness, you take his hands and place them on your waist and loop your arms around his neck

"Of course, my pretty boy" placing a peck on his lips with a smile

fin

[luvhyunnie]

Changbin pics that make me go 🥺🌸💕✨️💞🩷💗

(For all my Changbin stans)

[luvhyunnie]

I need to learn how to write so I can carry 1610!Miles Morales + Chinese!Reader

I’m begging for a writer to write something about miles morales + Chinese reader🛐🛐🙏🙏

[luvhyunnie]

Is that my Hair Tie?

42/1610!Miles x F!Reader

basically everytime miles is over, he take something to remember you by when he’s on prowler duties (more often then not a hair tie)

Not really angst(?) but definitely fluff

Reader knows Miles is the Prowler ‼️

Translate the Spanish line Might do another part to this

Enjoy⭐️

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“Miles!! Hey baby, why you over so late?”

(Y/N) was wrapped in a towel seemingly ready to shower as she greeted Miles who was coming in through her window

“Just wanted to spend some time with you before I left for…”

Miles trails off averting your eyes, looking at the feet of your bed frame, while leaning on the window pain in the process.

(Y/N) clicks her tongue in acknowledgement shuffling from her previous spot

“Oh.. lemme shower first, yea?”

“Oh yea go for it” Miles mumbles

Giving Miles a light kiss, she made her way to the bathroom closing the door behind her, few seconds later hearing the water hit the bathtub floor, going down the drain

Miles is left with his thoughts as he scans (Y/N) room, noticing the rhinestone covered headboard

The boxes of Jordan which he bought a while back so they could match

The pile of folded clothes ready to be put away

The way the stuffed animals sit organized on her bed from biggest to smallest

And the jewelry pieces on their respected hangers on her vanity

Out of all of these extravagant things Miles takes particular interest in a hair tie.

A spiral hair tie, the colors of purple and pink melting into 1 with a detachable heart charm

Pushing off the window pane, Miles makes his way to the desk with the Hair tie, carefully grabbing it and slipping it on his wrist which is now dangling in front of his face admiring it

Only breaking out of this trance when he heard the running water shut off, he quickly took a seat on (Y/N) bed

Not long after she comes out of the bathroom refreshed and her nightwear now making her way over to Miles

Taking a seat next Miles, embracing in a tight warm and heartfelt hug

“How long”

“What?”

“How long are you gonna be gone for?”

“..3 days max”

“I’ll miss you oka?”

“Y yo mucho más”

“Estoy enserio Miles, quiero que te cuides”

“I will ma, when have I ever not came back”

“Not presently”

“And never will”

Miles ended the conversation by pressing a kiss to (Y/N) lips, urging her to take comfort in her bed, slipping in with her.

(Y/N) wraps her arms around his torso pressing her forehead against his chest making sure to not let go.

Holding him till the morning.

Till he had to leave.

Till…

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

*3 days later, Miles came back from his duties as vigilante, and here we have Him and (Y/N) cuddling as soon as she cooked him to eat, now they are in each other embrace on the verge on sleeping*

“Hey Miles”

“Yea..?”

“Is that my hair tie?”

“No…”

“It totally is isn’t it, so you had it the whole time I was looking for it”

“…”

“No fake sleeping you faker” (Y/N) said poking at his face

“Not as fake as that stuffed rabbit you got there” he’s says opening one eye

“Your gotta be nice to mister hopps”

“You named it…”

“Duhh”

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[luvhyunnie]

Across the spider verse ages that are close to mine!

Miles; 15/16

Gwen; 16/17

Pavitr; 15/16

Hobi; 17

Above is the website I found that had their ages so they may not be correct.

[luvhyunnie]

— besos

pairing: e-1610!miles x fem!reader

a/n: this is my gif! it took so long to find this clip + make it into a gif so pls give credit if you use it lol

summary: your makeup leaves kiss imprints all over miles’ face and neck, which you quickly have to figure out how to hide from his mother. wc: 1,033

contains: fluff, teenage romance

word bank: “besos” - kisses, “enamorado” - lover boy, “mijo” - son, “dios mio” - my god

“Hold still…”

Your soft lips pressed testimonies of your love upon the surface of Miles’ smooth skin, your giggles of excitement muffled as you kissed his temple, the apple of his cheek, the tip of his nose, the corner of his lips— anywhere you could easily reach, really.

Steady hands cradled the dip of your back to keep you in your straddled position on his lap, gentle fingers ghosting over the fold of your waistband and one of his eyes pinched closed in preparation for more of your frenzied affection.

“Jeez, you love me love me, huh?” he laughed, his answer presented to him in the way your kisses began to trail along his jaw, then started further down the column of his neck, his pulse gently thrumming against your gloss-tinted lips as the pace of his heart quickened.

His tongue quickly swiped at his chapped lips and he allowed his eyes to fall closed with a light sigh, enjoying himself for just a moment, until the distant sound of pots clinking brought him back to where he really was, in his room, with his mother just a few paces outside, resulting in a gentle warning pat against the curve of your hip.

“Alright, alright, chill.” he chuckled breathily, slowly pulling away from you to lean back on his hands and take you in, drinking in the image of how cute you looked on his lap like this.

He didn’t need a mirror to see what his face looked like, the slightly shocked expression on yours as you covered your laugh with a hand was enough for him to go off of.

“It’s bad, isn’t it?”

You opened your mouth to speak, to tell him it wasn’t, to tell him that his face wasn’t lavished in the remnants of your brown lip gloss and liner— but you couldn’t. He was covered in them, prints of your lips garnished all over his handsome features. Your lips split apart and came back together like a fish out of water, so you simply settled for another stifled snicker and a head nod instead.

“You do know if my mom sees this on my face it’s our asses, right?” he reminded you, and as if on cue, you heard his mother’s voice project from outside, your spine standing straight, just like the hairs on the back of your neck.

“Mijo, food is ready, come eat!”

Stunned eyes locked onto Miles’ for a beat, just to see if they were as wide as yours, or if they held just as much panic— and they did. Without a word spoken you scrambled off his lap faster than you’d even gotten there in the first place, his mirroring of your movements almost causing him to tumble off the bed. The room was thrust into a discord of silenced chaos for a few panicked seconds, your body spinning in two aimless half-circles with disoriented, wafting hands; as if the ridiculous looking movement could actually assist your anxiety frazzled brain in coming up with a plan.

Miles ruffled his sheets, hands frantically splaying around to find anything that would be useful in this moment until a shirt came into your view— a hurried, whisper-shout of his name tearing from your throat to get his attention. You swiftly kicked it up from the floor with your foot, flinging it towards his face and watching as his hand shot out in front of him to catch it not even a second after you’d punted it.

The graphic t-shirt you’d found managed to scrub his face clean of the incriminating evidence, not that you had much time to check the success rate of that as you were rushed out of the room hastily, your boyfriend’s hands plastered against the lower-middle of your back to usher you out the room in large steps, your feet having to shuffle to keep up.

“Dios mio, mile—!“ his mother’s voice fell short when the two of you chaotically stumbled your way into the kitchen, your lips tucked into themselves as you stood at attention, hands politely clasped behind you, while Miles was off to the side, shoulder leaned against the adjacent wall, legs crossed and hands on his hips. Totally not suspicious.

“Oh,” she blinked, giving the two of you a quick once over. The first thing she noticed was her son’s unusual demeanor, his eyes big and brows raised high, an expression he only wore when he was doing something he wasn’t supposed to be. But what really gave it away was the strange distance of a few feet wedged between the both of you. Just over an hour ago you guys had embraced one another in a long hug after he’d opened the door to let you in—right in front of her— and now, you were suddenly acting as if you were scared to even be near each other, like you were nervous to breathe the same air in her presence.

“Mm,” she turned back towards the stove to turn the rice over in the pot, allowing the both of you to exhale a trembled breath of relief, one you realized came prematurely merely milliseconds after it left your lungs. “I think you may have missed one, enamorado.” (lover boy)

Eyes almost blowing from your skull, you swallowed hard and reluctantly shifted your head up towards your boyfriend, who was frozen in place, your gaze dropping down to the slightly smeared gloss and lip liner against the skin of his neck; a painfully visible reminder of your previous tryst.

The knowing smirk that pulled at the corner of his mother’s lips went overlooked, just as Miles let his chin fall to his chest, his arm folding over his torso and his opposite hand slapping over his abashed expression, a defeated sigh sounding from behind it.

“I’ll help you with the plates, mama rio.” you voiced your offer quietly and cleared your throat as you went to slip in beside her, which she obliged to with a light chuckle.

“Sure, sweetie.”

“I’m-“ Miles sighed, scratching the back of his neck timorously and scanning the area for an escape before a tentative finger pointed into the dining room. “I’m gonna go over there.” He decided with a swooped nod, long legs carrying him from a scolding he knew he would have to come back to once you were gone.

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texts with boyfriend niki !!

[luvhyunnie]

"don't give me that look" + "i know you feel how i feel" (niki x fem! reader)

genre: fluff word count: 1.1k requested by @i-am-confused-about-life ♡

warnings: swearing, a tiny mention of blood

a/n: it's currently after midnight and i had 4 hours of sleep today 🧍i know you suggested for it to be angsty as well but i just couldn't think of a way to mix these two genres together in here 🤓 hope you still like it tho, love!! 💜

"Tie your shoelaces, loser."

Taking a discreet glance at your sneakers, you roll your eyes as you notice that they're, in fact, loose and dragging on the concrete. Not wanting to disturb people on the sidewalk, you take two steps to the side to tie your shoe in there, only to end up tripping over the ungodly long shoelace and nearly falling face flat to the ground.

"Do I need to teach you how to walk or something?" Riki teases from above you, hands on your waist as his grip on you is the only thing keeping you away from the concrete.

Once he's sure you're balanced again, he sighs heavily before crouching down in front of you.

"What are you doing?" You ask in confusion, watching as he grabs your white shoelaces in between his long fingers.

"So damn incompetent," he mutters, finishing tying your shoe with a neat bow at the top. Raising back to his feet, he flicks your nose playfully. "Would a simple thank you kill you? Strip you from your honor?"

"I'm not a child, Riki," you grumble, fervently tugging on your hair to cover up your reddening ears.

"And yet it's you who almost kissed the ground just a minute ago," he bites back with a light scoff.

Shoving him to the side, you miss to spot the large crack in the sidewalk, causing you to trip again and lurch forward, falling on your bare knees. You whine quietly, glaring at the gap in between the concrete tiles.

"Fuck, are you okay?" Riki asks, rushing to grab you under your arms and pull you back on your legs. You wince at the soreness in your knees and you look down, noticing the thin stream of blood seeping through the broken skin. "Jesus, you're such a clutz."

"It's all your fault," you pout, putting the blame on your best friend. "You were so annoying, I forgot to look where I was going!"

Riki scoffs at your poor excuse before stepping away to take a better look at your hurt knees. A slight frown appears on his face and you shift in your place, not used to being an object of such intense attention. Before the butterflies in your stomach have the chance to drill your stomach through or before the blush blossoming on your cheeks devours your entire face, you poke his shoulder.

"It's just a small cut, nothing big," you try to dismiss it, eager to start walking again. "It's probably only gonna bruise, that's all."

Riki raises his eyebrow. "Or it can get infected and do some real damage, stupid," he scolds, flicking your forehead. "You need to be more careful."

"Watch out or I'm gonna believe you're actually worried about me," you tease, impatiently tugging on his elbow to start moving.

"I just don't want you to get hurt," he replies with a voice uncommonly soft for him before getting back to his usual cheeky self. "You're so ugly when you cry. Scares the living shit out of me each time."

His words echo through your head and your face is already burning by the time you realize that you were right and he's actually genuinely concerned for you.

"Shut up, you sound like you have a crush on me or something," you mumble out, embarrassed.

"Yeah, maybe I do."

He's so sickeningly composed as he looks at your face being struck with shock - eyes widening, mouth dropping slightly as you gape at him.

"Y-You what?" You involuntarily stutter, instantly abandoning your cool facade. Your heart is in your throat right now and no matter how much you swallow, it doesn't go away. "Stop joking around like that. It's not funny."

"It wasn't supposed to be," he huffs, eyes bright and confident as he pierces you through with his gaze. "Don't give me that look. Are you really that slow? I thought you already knew. All of our friends caught up last year."

"Last year?" You exclaim. You grasp onto any sanity left in you after his confession, absolutely convinced you're about to faint.

"Well, yeah. But I've liked you way longer than that."

And suddenly you it all connects together in your head. How he smiles a little too much whenever you're around. How you've caught his gaze across the classroom one too many times before he he tried to play it off and roll his eyes at you. The way he claims all of your jokes are so 'stupid' and yet he never fails to laugh his heart out after hearing them. As you start putting all the puzzles together, you realize that perhaps he's not lying after all and maybe you're really that oblivious.

"Damn, you must like me a lot, huh?" You tease him, trying to turn the tables and catch him off guard for a change.

"That I do. But probably not as much as you like me," he says and your heart suddenly forgets how to work properly. You gawk at him in confusion. "Sunoo spilled. I know you feel how I feel," he explains, earning a betrayed gasp from of you.

"That big-mouth traitor!"

"Hey, at least that gave me the green light to come clean to you, no?" He asks, pulling you closer by the waistband of your shorts. "Cut him some slack. It's not like he meant to snitch on you anyway. I kinda put him against the wall."

You can't stop the big smile from crawling onto your lips as you let out a giddy laughter, one that nearly has Riki's knees buckling here and there.

"So what are we gonna do with this anomaly now?"

You watch as the corners of his mouth irk up as he leans down and brushes his nose against yours.

"Well, I think a date is what you normally start the relationship with. But since when are we normal?"

You fail to suppress your smile again. Riki's just too charming for his own good, you both know that. Raising on your toes, you gently brush your lips against his, pressing a butterfly kiss on his plush mouth. You need to pull away because you're sure your heart is about to explode in no second. Kissing him feels like too much and not enough at the same time, making your mind go in a haze.

"Thought you could do better than that."

You gasp at his statement, hitting his arm at his boldness. He rubs the itching place with a wince and sends you a pointing look. "Be gentle, please. You wouldn't want to give your boyfriend a sore arm now, would you? How else would he carry your bag every day after school?"

You scoff and bite back a smile as you take a glance at your backpack hooked over his shoulder. "Boyfriend?" You ask instead.

"Yeah. You're my girl now," he says as if it's the most obvious thing in the entire world. With a shrug, he envelops your hand in his, intertwining your fingers together before he starts walking again. "Come on. I should probably take you out for dinner now, huh?"

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[luvhyunnie]

Pretty You

Warnings: None, not beta read (have fun reading my grammar mistakes😘)

Genre: Fluff fluff and more fluff

Pairings: non-idol! Ni-Ki × fem! reader

Synopsis: Ni-Ki and you causing havoc in some random fitting room tbh

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"But Ki why do I need new clothes when I could just take yours?" you sulk as you're dragged through the mall parking lot

"Because I like my hoodies I would actually like to wear them please and thank you" he speaks in a way you already know without looking is mocking

"But don't you like when I wear your hoodies?" You continue insisting

Parents passing by probably thinking how well behaved their children are compared to you sulky toddler

He coos at your antics, snaking a hand around your waist, kissing your temple before whispering softly in your ear

"Of course I do, Angel, but you always steal them all" He almost giggles seeing your obviously annoyed stare

Reaching the entrance, he holds the door for you before following right behind you inside, returning his hand to hold yours

Still noticing you weren't exactly convinced, he turned you to face him, ducking down to your level a little

"How about this? If you try on some clothes, I promise I'll buy you ice cream right after? Does that sound alright, princess?" He speaks softly, knowing your weak spot

Seriously considering it, you weigh out your options carefully, making him scoff lovingly

Rolling your eyes, you uncross your arms in defeat, muttering a quiet "fine" before taking his hand once more, making him giggle

"Oh my gosh! Come here for sec, angel, this would look so good on you" he spoke with a little bounce, pointing to a pair of flared shorts, painted with little daisies embroidered into the fabric. Biting his lip in anticipation, he watched your reaction intently

You couldn't hide your smile at his excitement, following your eyes to where he pointed, only to be stunned by his excellent taste

Honestly, you were fully expecting him to be pointing at a hot dog costume or something, pleasantly surprised he didn't take his opening to crack one of his famous jokes

Seeing him grab your size, adding it his pile of clothes very obviously not for him, your heart melts. Suddenly feeling bad for your lack of appreciation, you do some exploring of your own

Scrolling through the racks upon racks of clothing, you realize going out wasn't as bad as you initially thought it would be, mentally noting to thank him for taking you

You practically squeal when your eyes catch a pair of couples hoodies. He would happy to know you wouldn't steal this one (you still would)

Taking it in your arms, you continue eyeing the racks, spotting a pair of sweats, remembering him mentioning his need for new ones

Before you knew it, you no longer had the capacity to grab another article of clothing, your hands desperately clinging onto the pile of items you picked out. Wobbling a little, you search the aisles to find the boy, immediately spotting him due to his height

Picking up the pace a little, you jog like an excited puppy to the Japanese boy, anticipating his reaction to your picks. Approaching closer, he spots you, just about to say something before you trip over yourself, expecting your fall to be broken by the ridiculously high pile of clothes but instead you feel a pair of hands on your waist

"Not so fast, angel what's the rush" he teases before helping you up, taking a majority of the clothes from your hands

"And what happened to not being interested? Are you saying I didn't need to bribe you with ice cream after all?" He says through a smile, admiring the blush that creeps upon your cheeks

"J-just try on the clothes, nishimura" you speak while looking straight at your feet, almost like a child after being scolded

A finger hooks under your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze as he leans down to your level a little, man he really loves making you feel short

"Eyes up here, darling. There's no need to be embarrassed" He smiles

"And make me go alone, come on" he bits lip expectantly, taking your hand in his, guiding you to the fitting room

Setting down your picks, he hands you his only after whispering softly

"Try these on for me beautiful. Call me in when you're ready" kissing your temple, he closes the curtain behind you, giving you privacy before settling himself on a chair just outside the fitting room

Shaking off the stupid grin on your face, you opt for trying on his first pick, slipping it on while eyeing yourself in the mirror. You had to admit, it hugged you perfectly.

Opening the curtain, his eyes meet yours before they pan down to your figure, biting his lip a little

"Can you do a little twirl for me, angel?" He says softly, giving you his full, undivided attention. Following his request, you can't help but giggle a little

"As expected" He finally speaks

"You look stunning" He breathes out, meeting your gaze with pure adoration. You blush a little, striking a pose jokingly

He giggles at your antics

"Okay babe strut strut" He cheers your on, getting up from his seat before kneeling down, leaning back with his hands imitating a camera

"There there there! Perfect perfect and pose! and pose! and pose!" He jokes, making you both fall into a fit of laughter

Sensing the judging pairs of eyes on you two, you pull him into the fitting room before he could notice, not wanting to ruin the moment for him

He's doesn't seem to mind, urging you to try on a particular pair of sweats. Grabbing it, you noticed a size bigger under it, realizing he too thought alike with couples clothes

"Ki, ki, try on that hoodie over there, it's also matching" you say excitedly, realizing you two could have couple outfits vomit inducing I know

"You're too cute, princess" he whispers before pecking your cheek, immediately taking off his existing shirt to put on the hoodie. Handing you yours, he urges you to try it on, gasping dramatically when you do

"We look so cute! Like two peas in a pod" he says rubbing himself on you jokingly, making you mock him back with a fake gag

"Wait, I have to to" he says before reaching into his back pocket, pulling out his phone, pulling you closer ever so gently by the waist to pose in front of the mirror

Snaking his hand around your waist, he kisses your cheek *click*

Burying his face in the crook of your neck, you both giggle softly *click*

Bending down, he gently tugs at your hoodie arm, urging you to do the same. Striking a V pose, you mirror him *click*

You couldn't help but break into a fit of laughter at his dedication, falling back on your butt from kneeling down *click*

Before helping you up, he quickly adjusts the settings on his phone, using the opportunity to take a .5 pic of you, making you gasp

"You little-" Thinking you were reaching out to cover the camera, he was flabbergasted to say the least when you pulled him down so he fell right on top of you, making your stomach hurt from laughing too much. Rolling his eyes, he tries to hold his own laughter in, eventually failing when he hears yours

The workers were probably scoffing at you two acting like a bunch of five year olds

Were you possibly banned from this store now? Yes

Did you care? Not at all

That was a problem for future you. As of now, all you care for is the beautiful boy before your eyes, making you unimaginably happy beyond your wildest dreams

Fin

Pics aren't mine! Credits to the owner

[luvhyunnie]

“So…” “So?” | M.M.

summary: you and miles are best friends, what happens when a partner project sets you both up for something unexpected?

pairing: e!1610 miles morales x fem!reader

warnings: like, one use of y/n, loads of fluff, the smallest amount of angst, rio and jeff being over protective parents, really cute but kinda cliche-ish moment, miles using span-glish a lot, miles being an adorable person, author not remembering if they proof read or not this time…

word count: 3.6k+

a/n: listen, i’m literally brain rotting over this man- he’s just so, UGH. anyway, this is the first time i’ve written a one-shot over 1k words in forever and i really go into my feels toward the end 💪

translations:

- “¿Los corazones de amor en tus ojos cuando llegas a casa todos los días no son causados ​​por alguien, Miles?” - The love hearts in your eyes when you come home everyday aren't caused by someone, Miles?

- “Dios mío” - My god

- “¿Estás saliendo con ella?” - Are you dating her?

- “Ella es solo una friend.” - She’s only a friend.

- mi sol - my sun

- “¿Entiendes, hijo?” - Do you understand, son?

- “¡Se supone que debes cortar verduras! ¡Concéntrate antes de perder un dedo! Puedes mirar a tu novia tanto como quieras más tarde.” - You're supposed to cut vegetables! Focus before you lose a finger! You can look at your girlfriend as much as you want later.

- “¡Eso no es my fault! She's tampoco es my novia.” - That's not my fault! She's not my girlfriend either.

————

Rio and Jeff raised their son to be a respectful, bright, young man. They made sure that everyone around him had a somewhat good influence on him growing up and it proved to be a clear success as he entered the Brooklyn Visions Academy. His parents were very proud of him and his accomplishments, clearly showing it through their overflowing love for him. They were also very protective over him, refusing to let him do certain things with certain people. One overprotective rule that Miles’ parents set up for him was he wasn’t allowed to date unless they had done a complete background check and the suitor had to pass the ‘parent’ interview.

Safe to say he hasn’t tried to bring home a girl since his parents set that rule in middle school.

And when he started sophomore year, he started having a crush. More specifically on you.

You both had classes together since he joined the academy and you never interacted until he finally got the courage to talk to you in freshman year. By talking, he definitely stumbled over his words for a bit but eventually was able to pull the shoulder touch his Uncle Aaron had taught him. You, of course, let out a soft laugh at that but coughed to cover it up. A friendship had started and the pair was soon falling for the other as that friendship grew. The feeling between you two was undeniably mutual, but the stupid rule had been nagging at the back of his mind, forcing him to never confess. And you, being as oblivious as ever, never thought of it as anything, even if you did like him back.

Until a physics class that requires a partner project to be done.

“You’ll be working with your lab partners. This will count as sixty percent of your grade, so do well on this. I expect nothing less…” The teacher proceeded to give instructions on the assignment as you and Miles were giggling over something really stupid by the back. “Especially you two.”

Immediately, you both sit up straight, taking the packet she was handing out to the class. She took one last glance at the pair and sighed,

“You will be working on this assignment for several months and will be…”

As your final class dismissed, Miles was walking you to your dorm, hands grazing every so often. It was common for Miles to walk you back to your school dorm, usually tossing in some of his corny jokes on the way there. But today’s conversation was a bit… Different.

“So…”

“So?” Miles glances your way, a smile etching a way to his face.

“Does this project mean I get to see your room growing up and meet Miles Morales’ famous parents for the first time ever?” You question, messing with the loose string of the bracelet he had made you.

Miles freezes at your words, trying to come up with a reason to not go to his house. “Well, they’re uh, always you know, busy so it might be like difficult to plan a day.”

“Aw, that sucks.” You jokingly pout, nudging his side. “Your parents seem so cool based on your stories.”

“Uh-huh, yeah…” He gives an awkward chuckle and scratches the back of his neck. “I’ll see you tomorrow then, amor?”

“Yep.” You grin, backing into your dorm door, and attempted to find the door handle. “We gotta, you know… yeah… Later.”

“Later.” He half waves.

Two months passed after being handed the assignment and procrastinating over what topic to choose, the pair finally decided to start. Weekends are full of library studies, coffee shop studies, dorm studies, and any type of place where you two could do your research, you were there. Eventually, the studies were long enough to make Rio and Jeff skeptical about why their son would come no home later with such a lovestruck look on his face.

“Papi, what’s with the face?” Rio asks her son, watching him come back home on a Saturday night.

“Mm?” Miles puts his bag down, thoughts filled with nothing but you. “I’m good, how are you?”

“That’s not what your mother asked, Miles.” Jeff crossed his arms, tilting his head. “Have you been feeling well? Every weekend you come home from school and you seem distracted.”

“I… You know, I’ve been doing schoolwork, working on projects. The usual.” Miles shrugged and crossed over to his room. “Nothing weird or anything.”

“¿Los corazones de amor en tus ojos cuando llegas a casa todos los días no son causados ​​por alguien, Miles?” His mom made her way over to him, raising her brows.

“What… Psh, no. Mami, I’m just working on a project with my friend.” He looked anywhere but her eyes. “You know, it’s been a long day, I’m,” He yawns, stretching his arms out. “Really tired and exhausted. Night, Dad. Night, mamá.” Miles kissed her cheek before entering his room.

Rio and Jeff gave each other one look, knowing their son had a crush.

— —

“Hey, Miles.” You catch up to him in the hall. “So, we can’t go to my house this weekend for the project, my parents are out on a business trip.”

“That’s a bummer.” He pursed his lips, thinking of where to work on the project.

“Yeah… But I was thinking,” You walk with your hands intertwined behind your back. “We could go to your house this weekend? I know your parents are always working, but you said they're fine with you home on your own…”

“You just wanna see my room, huh?” He wraps an arm across your shoulders, making you flush red.

“No…” You look away, smiling and biting your lip.

Miles chuckles at you, “I’ll ask my parents anyway and then maybe you can see my room.”

“Maybe it's a chance I’ll take, Morales.” You turn your head to face him, unaware of how close you two are suddenly. “All the cool trinkets in there and whatnot.”

“Trinkets?” He scrunched his nose at the word. Sure, maybe one or two collectibles, but not trinkets. “I don’t have trinkets.”

“Mhm.” You continue to tease, letting him guide you to your next class. “Whatever you say.”

On the Friday Miles came home from the academy to stay at his parents’ place for the weekend, he mustered up the courage to ask his parents if it was okay for you to come over. The moment he stepped into the place, he helped anywhere he could, trying to get on both his parents' good side. When dinner rolled around, he tried his luck.

“So…” Miles started his ‘mission’ to get his parents to let you come over with the same mannerisms you use.

Rio raises a brow at her son, “So?”

“I was wondering if my friend could come over tomorrow? And maybe other weekends?” He drummed his fingers on the dining table, earning silence from both his parents. After a few beats, Miles opens his mouth to speak again but his father beats him to it.

“Have we met this friend?” Jeff asked with an undertone Miles couldn’t quite pick out.

“No, but—“

“Dios mío, Miles, how can we let them come over if we’ve never met them?” His mother gave a stern look, sending a shiver down his spine.

“It’s for a project, mami. You would like her—“

“A GIRL?” Both his parents shout in surprise as they cut off their son once more.

“Well, yes, but—“

“¿Estás saliendo con ella?” Rio starts to interrogate her son and her husband is still surprised at the comment.

“No, mami.” Miles huffed at the question, yet still, a faint blush dusted his cheeks. “Ella es solo una friend.”

“Let me get this straight, your partner for a project is a friend we’ve never met before, and a girl?” Jeff squinted his eyes at him. “Wait, is this the same girl the reason you’ve been coming home late?”

“Not late, just workin’ on a project.” Miles mumbled.

“What was that?”

He sat up straight, “Nothing.”

Rio sighed as she got up and beckoned her husband to follow. Miles watched them as they conversed in the kitchen, completely oblivious to the plan his parents formulating. The pair knew that this girl was the crush Miles had, so why not find more out?

mi sol| any luck yet??

miles <3| they’re talking about it in the kitchen as we speak

mi sol| it sounds like a deal breaker there

mi sol| what’d you have for dinner?

miles <3| really—

mi sol| mhm, i’m sure anything you had is better than my microwave mac n cheese </3

Miles let out an airy laugh at your text messages before hearing the footsteps of his parents coming back toward him.

“Your mom and I decided that your friend could come over,” Jeff stated, watching Miles and his reactions. “But with some rules.”

“Anything.”

“If the both of you are in your room, the door must be opened at least three inches minimum and one parent has to be home. Lucky for you, I’m not on the clock on Saturdays.” Rio points out. “¿Entiendes, hijo?”

“Sí, yes.” Miles shot out of his seat, immediately grabbing his phone to text you. “Thank you!”

“That son of yours.” Rio shook her head in amusement, grabbing the empty plates.

“He’s your son too!” Jeff followed behind, grabbing the dirty cups and bowls.

— —

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“I got it!” Miles stumbles out of his room, racing to the door. However, his mother beats him to it. “Shit.” He whispers under his breath.

“Hi, you must be Y/N.” Rio gives you a wide smile, shaking your hand. “I’m Miles’ mom, it’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you as well, Mrs. Morales.” You return the smile.

“You know, Miles—“

“OKAY— Mamá, we’re just gonna work on the project in my room.” Miles grabbed your hand and pulled you with him. “Don’t mind her.”

“I like your mom, she’s nice.” You wave back at her before entering his room. “It’s— Whoa.” You stare at the room in amazement. How his room was an exact representation of his personality and thoughts. From the record players to the drawing desk filled to the highly decorated room with awards, posters, some of his art, and the small clutter, it felt like something Miles was like as a person.

“Is that a good whoa or a bad whoa?”

You stand in the middle of his room, still looking around. “You do have trinkets in your room.”

“Wha— I do not!” He silently pushes the door to the three-inch minimum.

“Yeah, you do.” You take a seat on his spinning office chair, putting your tote bag down. “You can’t even lie anymore.”

“Man, shut up.” He shoved your shoulder lightly. “Let’s work on this project first and then you can say whatever you want about my beautifully decorated room.”

“Beautifully is a very strong word.” You murmur, earning a playful glare. “My bad!”

Working on the project seemed like it would go on forever. Only small talk for advice on certain points of the presentation. At some point, Miles was hanging upside down on his bed and you were laying across the floor, staring blankly at your computer screen.

You open your mouth to speak but close it, finding nothing to talk about. You groan, turning to find Miles staring at you already.

“Can I help you?” You raise a brow, wondering how he hasn’t gotten lightheaded from being upside down for too long.

“Nah.”

“Okay, then…” You feel your face heat up from his lack of response. From embarrassment or him being so casual with it, you don’t know.

You quickly look back to your screen and scroll a bit, “Uhm, the bit about—“

“What’re your thoughts about Spider-man?” Miles suddenly asks out of the blue.

“He’s— Excuse me, what?” You whip your head back to face him. “That is the most random question you could ask right now.”

He shrugs, still upside down, “He just seems like a pretty neat guy.”

“I mean, I haven’t seen him personally, but I’ve seen many clips.” You sit up for the first time in a while, stretching. “Why, d’you have a celebrity crush on him or something?”

“What? No! No, m’just curious.” He sat up as well, shifting around to face you.

You hum, “I think we need a break from working on this project, our brains are clearly not functioning properly anymore. Especially with you hanging upside down for so long.”

“Yeah… Sure.” He let out an awkward laugh, helping you stand up off the floor. “What d’you wanna do then?”

“I don’t know, what do you usually do when you’re bored?” You rock on your heels, admiring the stuffed toy he failed to put away.

Usually, I swing around Brooklyn. Miles wanted to say. Instead, he shrugged, “I help my mom cook if she needs it.”

“Perfect.” You smile, grab his hand and make your way to the kitchen where his mom was just about to start dinner.

Damn, how long have you been at their house?

“Hi, Mrs. Morales.” You give her a bright smile, Miles’ eyes widening at another interaction between the two of you. You squeezed his hand, feeling him fidget. “Can we help with dinner?”

“Oh!” She gave a surprised face before recovering, softly smiling at your request. “Of course.”

You follow her and listen to her instructions on how to prepare certain foods, nodding along and making mental notes. Miles, on the other hand, just sat on a stool in front of the kitchen island, supposedly chopping up a vegetable. Really, he was staring at you with a yearning look, watching you converse with his mother.

“Oye, Miles!” Rio smacked the back of her son’s head with little force, making him snap out of his daze. He looked around and saw his mother standing with her hands on her hips while you were trying to stifle a laugh. He looked down, realizing he wasn’t even chopping anything.

“¡Se supone que debes cortar verduras! ¡Concéntrate antes de perder un dedo! Puedes mirar a tu novia tanto como quieras más tarde.” She muttered the last bit, shaking her head at him.

Miles could feel his face heat up at his mother’s words.

“I’m sorry, mami! ¡Eso no es my fault! She’s tampoco es my novia.” He mumbled back.

“Mhm.” She gave him another vegetable to cut up.

Sorry. You mouth to him, making him confused. I kinda pointed you out to your mom when I was talking about you.

He made an o shape with his mouth and shrugged. It’s fine.

Cool. You grin, going back to talking with his mother.

Miles went back to chopping while you spoke to Rio, learning new things about your best friend.

“You know,” She added some spices to her pot. “Every weekend whenever you guys work on your project, he comes home with such a lovesick look. And, I’m noticing, even if I just met you, he puts all his attention on you no matter whoever or whatever is around him.”

“What?” You widen your eyes, looking over at Rio.

“Mm?” She gave you a cheeky grin, making you baffled.

You stammer like a fish out of water, “I— You just— I thought you…”

“Why don’t you and Miles start setting up the table? I can take over from here.” She directed where all the plates and utensils were before shooing you off, making sure you took Miles with you.

“Hey! I wasn’t done… with that…” Miles' voice faltered when he noticed his mother nudging her head for him to follow his friend. “Uh… Okay?”

“Yep, okay. Everything is fine.” You pull him with you, making him grab the utensils. “Everything is totally fine. Your mom totally didn’t just tell me something weird. NOT weird! I mean, it really depends on the context and how one would use that information and such. Like—“

“Are you good?” He stops your rambling with a bump to your hip.

“Mhm!” You nod vigorously, not meeting his eyes. “I’m totally good.”

“Right.” He gave you a concerned look, following you as he set the table. “What did my mom tell you exactly?”

“Nothing!” Your voice went higher than usual. You clear your throat, “Nothing. Just asking about the project s’all. Nothing to worry about.”

“The project?”

“Yes.”

“My mom asked about the project we were working on?”

“Yup.”

“And what did you say?”

“Uhm…”

You finally lock eyes with his brown ones, losing focus on the question asked.

“Miles—“

Suddenly, the front door swings open, interrupting the moment the two teens almost shared. Jeff had come back from his shift and straight away found the pair a bit too close for a couple of friends.

“I’m just gonna… RIO, BABY?” Jeff leaves and goes to the kitchen, not wanting to disrupt more than he already did.

“What were you gonna say?”

You stare at Miles for a bit longer before breaking it, wrapping your arms around yourself. “I…” You grow frustrated at your stupid feelings, not understanding how his mother could leave you without any context.

“I should probably go, I don’t wanna intrude on your dinner.” You mumble, heading to his room to grab your stuff.

He stood, watching you with a dumbfounded look. “Wait, what?”

Miles quickly followed in your footsteps, shutting and locking the door behind him.

“What the fuck. Miles, let me out.” You stare up at him again, forgetting how tall he was and had grown.

“No. Whatever my mom said to you obviously altered your brain in a way that you can’t grasp the concept of it.”

“Did you just call me stupid in a smart way?”

“No? THAT'S NOT THE POINT!” He rubbed his forehead, sitting on his bed. “I’m just trying to understand what made you feel different. Five seconds ago you were laughing with my mom, the next you were all flustered and shy again.”

You place your bag down again, sighing in defeat, knowing exactly what you had to do. “Your mom may have told me something that kinda, maybe, exposed you?”

Miles stiffened at your words, “What did she say?”

“Something about you being lovesick and giving all your attention…” You mess with your fingers, looking down at the floor. “To me.”

“Fuck.” He fell back on his bed, making you flinch.

A silence fell over the both of you, neither knowing what to say. It wasn’t too often where you and Miles had nothing to say, but the tension was high, and if the wrong thing was said, this whole thing would go down the drain within seconds.

“It’s true, you know,” Miles says just above a whisper, making you look at him. “I do put my attention on you whenever you're near.”

You stay silent, just listening.

“I do that because,” He rubs his face, scared to face you at any moment. “I like you.”

You suck in a breath.

“Not in a friendly way… I’m saying I like like you. I can’t even describe how it feels.” He admits, waiting for the floor to swallow him whole at any given time.

“Miles—”

“And it’s totally okay if you don’t like me back! It’s just, I needed to clarify whatever my mom said and I didn’t want anything to be awkward even though my openly admitting my feelings for you probably ruined that—“

“Miles!” You interrupt his rambling, watching as he slowly sits up from his bed.

“Yes?” He answers in a very unsure tone.

“I like like you too.” You meet his gaze, watching as relief flows into his system.

“Really?” He perks up and immediately moves to stand in front of you. “You do?”

“Of course, dummy. Who else would I rather spend time with talking about collectible figurines?”

“I’m not a dummy!” He lightly punches your shoulder, earning a small laugh from you. “So…”

“So?”

“What does that make us?” He takes your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours, making you look down at it.

“Whatever you want us to be.” You grin, swinging your hands. “Except—“

“Except?” He rushes you, making you laugh again. God, he’d never tire of it.

“Let me finish.” You shush him. “You have to take me on a date first, then we can make anything you want us to be official.”

“Got it. Date first it is.” He smiles back, keeping your hand interlocked. “Do I have to wait for the date to get a kiss or?”

“Mm, I don’t know, loverboy. How long do you usually take to realize you like a person?.”

“Shut up.” He groans, dropping his head to your shoulder.

“Make me.” You tease, not expecting him to take it seriously.

Miles shot up, “Bet.”

You open your mouth to say something but his lips take over, instantly fogging your brain up and taking interest in the boy in front of you instead, using your free hand to cup his cheek. He pulled you closer by the waist, making you giggle into the kiss.

“You hopeless romantic.” You part from him, eyes locked with him.

“Technically, I’m your hopeless romantic.”

You roll your eyes, “Shut up.” And you kiss him again, this time catching him by surprise.

“MILES, I THOUGHT WE SAID A THREE-INCH MINIMUM!” You heard Rio knock on his door, taking you both by surprise.

“Oops?” Miles awkwardly chuckled as you parted again, making you shake your head with a smile on your face. “MY BAD!”

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boyfriend texts with riki !

pairing! non idol! niki x gn! reader warnings! cursing, teasing, mentions of food, fluff, pet names

@ oursol.

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bf texts with niki

— requested by anon!

pairings: bf!niki x gn!reader genre: est relationship warnings: profanity i think

authors note: hahahhhahahahahha kms

reblogs and feedback are very much appreciated 🌷

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•𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋•

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Earth 1610 Miles X Y/n

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎:You and miles have been crushing on each other for the longest but now , he finally admits it .

𝐀/𝐍: This is so freaking cute

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Fluff

Miles and You have a very confusing relationship. You guys both like eachother but the thing is , you guys are both scared to confuse.

Y'all both cant read the room at all. You guys both give hints on liking each other . But yall are blind to see them.

You guys have 2 classes together and in those 2 classes with the help of your friends , he knows some stuff you like.

For example he knows you like marvel but specifically spider man , he definitely was going to be good with that one

He knew you like movies , music and art ( all things he also enjoyed)

He knew you liked food ( who wouldn't )

That all created a plan for miles (that he haven't thought of just yet )

He decied to ask his dad for the best advice.

“So uh dad its this girl at my school and I want to try to ask her out tommorow , any tips“ he asks

“Are you talking about that Y/n girl “Miles dad asks him

“Yeah” miles smiles

“I like her , you can buy her a bouquet of flowers and her favorite items” he tells miles .

“Thanks dad” he smiles and would walk off .

Miles would follow the advice from his father and would place a custom order of a spider man bouquet .

He would wait for the next day to shine , so he could ask you out.

As he went to school he would swing by and grab the flowers, a card , and if you said yes movie tickets.All those items would be stored in his locker.

Time would tick and tick by as he waited for which hour he wanted to ask you . He didn’t want to by Infront of people or in any classes Yall share .

Which left a couple of options but the one he decided was his 6th class . He had waited a good 15 minutes before asking if he could go to the bathroom. He wasn’t really going to go to the bathroom but his locker than the stair way .

He would send a message to your phone hoping you either had your phone on you or your smart watch.

“Meet me at the stairway “ he had sent .

You would get confused , why did he need to meet you , what was going on .

“Excuse me can I go to the bathroom “ you would ask your teacher. “Make it quick y/n” she demanded from you . You would get you and go to the “bathroom” .

You walked to the stairway and that’s when you saw him . Miles standing their with flowers,plushie and a card. “Is this for me” you ask him . “Yes” he says as gives it you. “For as long as I have been at this school you have always made me happy and smile and I’m asking if you would like to go out with me this Saturday “ he says and smiles .

“I can never turn down a invite “ you say . “Plus I also like you to “ you tell him.”oh did you “ he asks . “Yes , I’m guessing I meet you at your parents house before the movie “ you ask him. “You know it” he says awkwardly. “Text me the details you said as you gave him your number . “Let’s go before the principal sees us out here “ he jokes to you .

“Oh your so right “ you say as you go to your locker to put the items away. “You go after miles before he fully goes in class . “Thanks for everything “ you smile and give him a hug . At first he is confused but than he gives you a hug back .

Let’s just say that day miles was so happy people would have suspected he won the lottery.

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Miles + Chinese! Reader

Imagine going on a bubble tea date with Miles and him just being the absolute sweetest. A little hand holding, some light kisses

Ugh I’m so down bad for him

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Miles Morales x fem reader or gn reader

When Miles and his babe get caught making out by his parents or his friends and they thought they were having sex because they heard sounds coming from Miles’s room but it was just the movie that was playing in the background

These is something that I thought has funny a friend of mine went through this I thought it was hilarious what her parents thought her and her man were doing 🤣🤣🤣🤣

LMFAOO OF COURSE making this e!1610 bcuz why not

red -- miles blue -- gwen yellow - pavitr pink -- hobie

ALSO A "clingfilm" IS SARAN WRAP AND TROUSER SNAKES ARE DICKS APPARENTLY LMFAO

red handed

miles had invited his friends over for a movie night. being the girlfriend of miles, you obviously were invited too. miles' parents were out of brooklyn for a few days to visit family, so this would have been the perfect night.

after pavitr and hobie arguing over what movie to watch, and gwen making snacks, they settled on some shitty 80s comedy movie. which turned out to be not as shit as expected.

" what the hell kind of show- "

" gwen picked it. no wonder it's a hunk of shite. "

" wow, hobie. "

" it's as good as your cooking. "

a few dozen movies later, everyone had fallen asleep. except for you and miles. he was wide awake, staring at you. he looked nervous for some reason. he wasn't normally shy around you. he hasn't been for a while now. he lightly tapped your hand, and his expression switched to what seemed needy.

" come with me. "

he pulled you gently into his room, closing the door while trying not to stumble on cds on the floor. ironic how his bed was left so clean and made. it was super comfy, too.

you didn't know what was up, but he did look pouty. in his defense, you weren't paying much attention when the five of you were watching tv. he's used to you being really touchy with him. he can't last more than an hour without that. even something as simple as brushing up against him or holding his hand would suffice. plus, some of the time he was somewhere else doing something to not of your knowlege.

" i wanted to show you something. y'know, in private. " miles turned on his phone and grabbed his headphones.

he placed one of the earphones in your ear and it started playing your favorite song.

" i made a playlist for you. well, for me--but so i can play it when i miss you. " miles kissed your knuckles. " and i really miss you, right now. "

before comprehending what he just told you, his lips quickly attached to yours. just as soft and plump as you remember. not even wasting time, he shoved his tounge in your mouth unexpectedly. of the many makeout sessions you shared weren't like this. you could feel the emotions he was feeling behind the kiss. it felt a mix of passion and annoyance. i guess treating him as if he were invisible resulted in such things.

the way he was handling you made you feel like you were sinking into the mattress. if you could be treated like this again, you would ignore him for a little while.

" oh, would you look at that. "

hobie, pavitr, and gwen stood in miles' doorway just watching unamused. pavitr was awing silently at the state you and your boyfriend were in. miles had your wrists pinned down and everything.

" and we thought it was the tv. oops! "

" thought what was the tv? "

" well, long story short- "

" we thought ya'll were goin at it. "

" and i advised that they atleast use a condom. at very least some clingfilm to cover his trouser snake. "

“ what an odd way to describe a dick, hobie.”

“ thats the brits for you. those spice stealing bandits! “

after straightening yourselves up, all you could do was laugh at the whole thing. that is until gwen inturrupted.

" oh yeah, your mom called and i think she heard you two, or what she thought was you two.. "

" wh-! but my cell phone's right here! " miles panicked.

" she said that you weren't picking up so she called the kitchen phone. "

well, now miles was in a deep hole he wouldn't have been in if he wasn't so needy with you. was that hole worth it, you ask?

yeah.