#e1610 morales x reader

[cyberkitty1]

Twin au /e!42 Miles and e!1610 Miles

Warnings: reader is female & mentions of like fighting

inspo from: @moodysunflowerbaby

GO READ WHAT THEY MAKE BC WOOOWEEE I CANT STOP GIGGLING!

I AM SOOOO EASILY INFLUENCED I CANTTT

How did you meet?

middle school you have classes with the both of them but 42 neverrr shows up. So when he does and 1610 doesnt, youre going crasy!

“ hey miles! you got the braids you have been talking about done? I like em’ on you; suit your face well.”

he just looks at you sideways ”nah im not miles im Mylo, Miles is my identical twin”

you sit there mouth open “ but you look exactly the same its crazy!” he gives you a look like youre dumb ” yea… identical twins.”

after that you would bother them about twin stuff like crazyyy

“ ok miles whats he thinking?” “ getting new shoes” you look at Mylo “REALLY?” “No” they say in unison.

“ wait if you are the same then do you share everything?” you say out of pure curiosity. Mylo looks at you with the most annoyed fave he could muster” no i don’t let his musty self touch my stuff” miles looks at him “ we doin this here?” “ ill do it wherever hermano”

dating one while being friends with the other (42)

you spend a lot of times in your room bc if you try to leave rio makes you take Mikes with you HAHAHA

“ooo that sounds fun! take your brother” shes says walking away “ on second thought we just gonna stay here” Mylo says walking you back to his room.

MILES NEVER KNOCKS!!

You guys dont do anything you wouldnt do in front of his mom but when Miles walks in asking for shoes or jewelry Mylo still gets annoyed.

“ tomorrow night we should go to the mall and then get dinner at-“

“Hey can i borrow some dunks?”

“ hey can you take yourself out of MY room before I remove YOU myself? What I tell you bout nocking?”

“ my bad” he says walking out

(1610)

Mylo pays like 0 mind but it still shocks him that he can pull yk? Not that Mylo likes you but how can his little brother that 0 shocking things about him get a girl?? just shocking.

“ you know what I think bout?”

“hm”

“ that you got a girl acting and looking like that”

“ nigga what? WE LOOK THE SAME”

Miles is so annoying about having a gf i cant

“ Mylo, yk what i got that you don’t have?”

“what”

“ A GIRLFRIEND” ( insert crazy ugly laugh)

GAURD. DOGS.

I AM SCREAMING

Imagine like guys dont like you and its a dumb reason like you rejected them and people dont know yall are frinds so they talk MAD SMACK about you and Miles and Mylo they egg egg them on to beat you up at a said location but they show up instead and get put on a hospital bed HAHA

^ do as you wish with that but if u use it LMK I GOTTA READ IT

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[tvgals]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ IN EVERY UNIVERSE .

— when traveling across multiple universes, miles learns the two of you are together in every single one .

e1610! miles morales x black! fem! reader .

miles pants as he’s in a universe that looks eerily similar to his own, but he knows it’s not his due to the sound of his own voice ringing from his bedroom. miles soundly walks through the house — going unnoticed due to his invisibility — and peeks through his bedroom door to see you and miles sitting on his bed, you placing stickers on his face.

“just stay still!” you giggled, placing a heart sticker on his tip of his nose. “what are we doing this for again?” miles asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as he could but not being able to hide the amusement in his voice. “gotta take pictures of you for our scrap book, plus i can’t let these stickers go to waste.” you tell him, snapping a picture on your phone and smiling when looking at the results. “see! isn’t it cute?” you questioned your miles, a love struck look in his brown eyes.

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the next universe was by far his favorite. miles walked around looking at the pictures that hung on the walls or were placed carefully on a table or shelf, it was pictures of you and him — about 10 years older — with two little kids, one boy one girl. miles was taken out of his train of thought when he heard the giggles of a little girl. he waited to make sure no one else was in the way and he poked his head in through the crack in the door, watching you put the little girl’s afro into two puffs held together with pink ribbons.

“is daddy gonna like my hair?” the girl asks you, looking up at you with curious eyes. “well i dunno. let’s go find out, yeah?” miles instinctively moved out of the way and watched you and the little girl walk into the room where older miles was, watching your daughter jump on the bed and ask — “do you like my hair?” just for him to respond with picking her up and telling her how much he loves it.

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the last universe miles was able to travel to was interesting. in this universe, it was just you and him inside an assumed shared apartment. miles tip-toes down the hall to hear you laughing at something he said.

“miles, just put the mask on!” you tell him, a goofy grin on your face. “i’m trying! the wand is too small.” miles complains, struggling to get the mask on his face. “here, lemme do it.” you say, taking the wand from his hand and applying it yourself, watching miles look down at you with love. “there.” you say, proud of your work. “now, let me do your nails!” you grin, watching miles’ eyes go wide.

“like paint them?” miles asks, following you with his eyes while you walk around the bathroom and gather the clippers and clear nail polish. “kinda. it’s a clear coat and it helps with breakage and stuff.” you tell him, coaxing him to sit on the toilet seat. “it won’t show?” miles asks, sadness in his voice. “well why are you sad about it?” you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “i just wanna show everyone what good of a nail artist my girlfriend is.” miles says, a dopey grin on your face. “we can do blue afterwards, i promise.” you say to him, smiling right back.

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and this universe, miles was finally home. he knocks on your door, being let in by your mom.

“what brings you over here, miles?” your mom grinned, leaning against the door. “is it okay if i stay over? mom and dad are working late and i don’t wanna be alone.” miles says, twiddling his thumbs. “of course! rio and jeff know you’re here, right?” your mom asked, letting miles in. “of course. thank you.” miles says, practically racing up the stairs and into your room.

“miles!” you exclaimed, seeing him walk into your room. “hey, y/n!” he exclaimed back, catching you with a grin when you threw yourself into a hug. “where’ve you been?” you asked, checking his face to make sure he was okay. “had to stay over at school, just some project stuff.” miles shrugged. “oh, and i brought some face masks and a new notebook!” miles says, holding up the bag excitedly. “what’s the notebook for?” you ask, flipping thought the pages.

“i thought we could take up scrapbooking.” miles grins.

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a/n this was based off of an idea i saw on my feed and i can’t find it 😞

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[moonpiies]

BOYFRIEND TEXTS

𓆩♡𓆪 : pairing : e-42!miles morales x reader

𓆩♡𓆪 a/n : this took 5 million years to make/j

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[spid3namy]

— FOOTBALL

pairing : football player e!1610 miles x cheerleader black!female reader

summary : you and miles have a sweet little before and after game ritual

contains : fluff , kissing

word count : 577

notes : this is my peace offering for the angst i made earlier and all the angst that will be coming later on LMAO

“Amor, I gotta get on the field. I can’t keep kissin’ you right now.” 

You pout but otherwise let go of Miles’ face, your hands dropping to your thighs. Miles gives you a sweet smile and grabs his helmet from beside you, giving you one last kiss before he runs towards the field. 

You let out a dramatic sigh and stare at him as he goes to his teammates. You were proud of him and all but sometimes you just wished that he didn’t have to leave so soon! Maybe you were just being clingy.

Actually.. You knew you were. 

That was besides the point though! The point is, you already missed him and he was only three feet away from you. 

“Y/N! Hurry up and get over here!” 

You blink and look over to whoever was yelling at you. Your teammate, Kylie, was screaming for you to hurry up so you could do your cheer routine for half time. You let out a heavy sigh and pull your hair up into a high ponytail, putting your cheer bow on before you jog over to the other girls. 

You already knew that you would be the loudest person cheering for your boyfriend. You always were. It often gets you in trouble. Not that you really cared. Sue you for wanting to support your boyfriend. 

You couldn’t help but stare at the way that Miles played. He was so skilled. It was kinda hot. 

It wasn’t a secret that you found him hot. Especially when he was playing. Hell, everyone knew he was hot! But you were the only one lucky enough to be dating him. 

The game was pretty fine, Visions obviously won. Miles was the MVP as always. Most games were the same. Miles would steal the show before you and the rest of the cheer team did your amazing routine during half-time. 

Miles loved watching you cheer. He went to every practice whenever he didn’t have practice just to see you. He was so hopelessly in love with you. Everyone could see it. Now, Miles wasn’t the stereotypical jock, he was actually really smart. He was a “nerd” as you called him. He took pride in his smarts and good grades. He never really had to worry about getting kicked off the team.

When the game had ended, Miles immediately went to go find you. He always did. 

“There you are, hermosa. I was lookin’ for you”

You chuckled and rolled your eyes playfully, allowing your eyes to move to look at him. Of course he was. You even knew he was looking for you. He was pretty predictable. 

“I ain’t even go no way, Miles.”

Miles chuckled and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, much to your dismay. You loved him, of course you did, but you hated how he would be so close to you whenever he was sweaty. Some girls might be okay with that but you definitely weren’t.

“You stink, Miles.”

“Hey!”

“What? It ain’t my fault that you’re all sweaty and stinky.”

“Oh like you smell any better.”

“Don’t play with me, Miles. I will hit your ass.”

Miles chuckled and rolled his eyes playfully, allowing himself to turn his head towards you. He grabbed your chin lightly and kissed you sweetly. It was his way of shutting you up without actually telling you to shut up. He knew you were no joke. 

Kisses were always your game rituals.

[tainted-liquor]

'Miles & Milo...⊹˚. ♡ bulleted hcs for the twins

Now we all know these two are like brothers. And as much as y'all hate to hear it, these two don't get along LMFAO

Milo Morales, the older twin by exactly 4 minutes. There's never a day that goes by without him reminding Miles he's the older twin.

Milo Morales is soooo fucking sassy like its unreal !! He can, and WILL call you a bum with no care for how you feel. ↳ "Okay? When did I fuckin' ask you, bum."/ "Couldn't be me tho..."

Milo 'I ain't doing shit' Morales. If he doesn't want to, he won't. Simple as that. This has led to unfathomable amounts of fights with his brother over the pettiest shit ever. ↳"I'm not coverin' for you again. te dije la última vez...que no tiene nada que ver conmigo."

Milo Morales who will randomly bop his twin on the head with a random object. He picked up the habit as a baby and It NEVER left

Milo Morales who borderlines mean/cocky. This mf never has an off button and can dish out a read like no other

Milo Morales is more of a non-clingy/show rather than tell person. He'll never say it, but you'll know.

Milo Morales who absolutely stabs Miles' hair with a pick. He lifts him up by his 'nappy ass nigga naps' at random moments. (he thinks its funny)

Milo Morales will purposefully speak Spanish around Miles, just because he doesn't understand.

As much as he hides it, Milo Morales loves his brother. Yeah, they fight like they don't got no home training, but that's his favorite person!

Miles Morales, who absolutely despises his twin brother.

Whenever Mama Rio isn't around and has to braid his brothers hair, Miles Morales makes sure to be extra rough just because it annoys Milo.

Miles Morales who pops his brother with the comb for no reason, even when Milo isn't moving. ↳ "Sorry. Yo head just big" "NIGGA THAT WAS MY SHOULDER."

Miles Morales, who spent 3 days making a near damn 30 minute handshake with Milo.

Miles Morales who threatens to snitch on his brother anytime Milo refuses to cover for him as Spider-Man, which always ends in a fight.

Miles Morales who gets bullied by Milo for not understanding Spanish

Miles Morales who is more of a 'she tells me to shut up and I do' kind of person. Definetly not as sassy as his counterpart. ↳ "Yes ma'am."/"My bad."

Miles Morales can, and WILL pull on Milo's braids to beat him in a race.

But if it came down to it all? Miles won't ever hesitate to put his beef aside to help Milo demolish some shit. Together !

Them two are just like Phineas and Ferb. They wanna make a flying car? They'll make a flying car.

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[kairiscorner]

i just want what's best for you. — miles 1610 x reader

summary: no matter how much miles may love you, you still have to get through his mom for you two to be together. first impressions didn't go so well, and now... now you're starting to think she's right about you. but somehow, you both come to an understanding, and... eventually, an understanding can be made between you two. pairing: miles 1610 x gn!reader genre: slight angst + comfort word count: 2,045 request: Could you do a miles (42 or 1610 or both) x reader where his mom isn’t to fond of her but, it’s only because she doesn’t want to see him get hurt. And reader considers breaking up with him and his mom overhears and feels bad. a/n: hello lovely anon !! omg this was really fun to do ngl, I WILL BE SO CRUSHED IF THIS GETS FLOPPED RGHHHHH i will cry bUT ANYWAY I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS, AND SORRY FOR THE CRAPPY SPANISH AND PROBABLY OOC RIO, I'M SORRY, I TRIED...........

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

meeting your partners' parents is never easy; it can be fun, if their parents take a liking to you and are amicable--maybe if they see you as family already for them, then you've hit the jackpot. though, in your case, you couldn't be any worse off than that. you did a few things that miles' parents didn't approve of, a few things that didn't settle right with them or made them slightly cautious about you. be it due to how you look, your lifestyle, your manner of speech and nonchalance around them, how you try a little too hard or not enough to get on their good sides--whatever it was, it didn't make them entirely fond of nor trust you, especially with the fact that you were dating their son and they have made it very clear to him: "no dating until you're 25".

they eventually gave in to miles' persuasion that he was 'old enough' to be dating, to be asking you out and going out with you, and being able to spend time with you without having to hide from his parents where he's been and what he's been doing. his father had to vouch for him, after he made miles swear he and you wouldn't be doing anything stupid nor hide anything from them, and though he trusts miles... he has little faith in you, seeing as how you two hardly speak and only exchange nods, glances, and greetings whenever you're around at miles' place. jeff isn't much of a problem for you, though, he's since accepted that his son loves you and that he wants to be with you--but miles' mom, rio, still hasn't come around to that fact.

in complete honesty... every time rio looks at you, you feel like she's glaring at you, staring you down, sometimes outright judging you in her head. miles swears she doesn't mean anything bad with how she looks at you nor how she speaks, even though she may sound dismissive around you. you try to believe miles, even though it does sometimes come off that rio wants nothing between you and her son. but that whole blind fantasy came crashing down around you during dinner one night when rio confronted miles passive-aggressively and a bit subtly on why his grades seemed to be going down and why some nights, he's out of his room when she comes in.

you were going to speak to miles in the kitchen, ask him if he'd like to watch a movie tonight in his room since you two hardly have time for each other these days, but you stopped in your tracks when you heard rio and miles' voices in the kitchen, sounding as if they were arguing over something. you crept close to the doorway, knowing that eavesdropping on their private conversation was wrong, but you wouldn't have stayed if you just didn't hear rio utter your name, followed by: "i don't even know why you picked them, but mijo, i... i have no reason to believe they're not the reason why you're so distracted these days. don't you think that, maybe... they're a bad influence on you?"

a cold stinging feeling shot up your body and spine as you heard rio talk about you like that, with your eyes widening as you realized what she just proposed to miles: she thinks you're a bad influence on her son. miles defended you, however, claiming that he hasn't even been able to see you for days at a time, that you're busy with personal stuff and school--that you aren't a bad influence on him, none of this is your fault. rio tried to hear miles out, but none of it was computing to her; in her eyes, her son was a good boy who couldn't do anything to disappoint her, maybe do a few wrongs here and there, but he'd never let something like a bad performance at school progress, and he would especially quit sneaking out at night after the first few times, right?

"mom, i'm telling you, they're not involved with anything bad, i'm not involved in anything bad! i just... look, i'm..." miles stuttered as he tried to explain to his mother all these anomalous occurrences and his behavior recently, and due to this hesitation, rio's resolve to pin the blame on you had only gotten worse. "mijo, look at me. please, just... tell your mom the truth. i don't want you to get hurt, to jeopardize yourself and your well-being all for some... person you like. what is it you're doing that's distracting you? is it them? it's gotta be them, otherwise you wouldn't–miles! aún no he terminado de hablar, jovencito, vuelve aquí!" rio called after her son as miles had enough and ran off out of the kitchen, feeling frustrated that his own mother couldn't even believe him that neither of you were up to anything bad. if he lied again, she'd be pissed; and if he told her the truth, she'd be even more pissed, it was a lose-lose scenario for him that had no good solution. at least... not one he'd like.

you crept up the stairs and knocked on miles' door, calling out to him in a soft voice. miles opened the door a crack, and once he verified it was indeed you, he opened the door wider and faced you properly. before you could get a word out, he immediately wrapped you in a big hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "man, babe, i'm... oh, am i glad to see you..." he whispered as you hugged him back, a little saddened at what you were about to tell him, about to do to him.

miles pulled away eventually and welcomed you into his room, closing the door behind you two as you he told you could sit down by his bed, as usual. you hesitantly sat down next to him, tensing up a little as you took your seat on his plush bed. he looked over at you with concern tinting his eyes; he reached out for you as you looked down to the floor, away from him. "hey, babe... what's wrong? did i do something, did something... happen?" he asked you as he brushed away the stray hairs on your forehead as you looked at him with sadness filling your frame. you breathed a sigh of reluctance as you fidgeted with your fingers, feeling that if you did this, you'd be doing him and his parents a favor--but on the other hand, you'd be crushing him to bits.

you took in a deep breath and finally exhaled after holding it in for a bit as you gazed back at him, with miles looking at you so anxiously and murmuring if you were alright, if he could do anything to help, but... this was all that could be done now. "miles... you can't be dating me anymore. i'm sorry, it's... my fault." you said in a quieted voice, though the way you said it sounded very vague, miles still felt incredibly crushed and confused by what you meant that 'it was your fault'.

a look of hurt dashed his face as he brought his hand upon yours and reassured you that, no, whatever you meant, it couldn't have been your fault. he tried to comfort you and help you realize that whatever was going on between you two, he'd make up for it. "is it... is it because we aren't able to, y'know, to... be together all the time? is that it...?" he asked you nervously as you shook your head, still looking away from him. miles heaved a little as he tried to calm himself down, rationalize first what could've been the reason why you wanted to suddenly break up with him after he just defended you in front of his mother without you knowing... or... or did you?

how could you explain to miles that a breakup isn't something you wanted, but felt was best for... well, not for you two, but for his parents to quit getting on his case? you didn't hate his parents, not one bit, you understood their concerns if you were in their shoes–but you didn't know what else to do, you couldn't stand seeing miles get chewed out by his own mother for your sake. you sighed as you tried to hold back your tears, as your throat flared up as you kept your sob in and shook your head. "it has nothing to do with you, miles. like i said, it's... it's my fault. i'm sorry, look, i don't... i don't think i'm good enough for you." you tried telling him without breaking down right then and there as miles kept getting his heart pierced in every which way with every word you uttered.

miles tried to understand, but most of all, he kept rambling to you how you both could make it work, he'll be there–it isn't... whatever happened between you two, it isn't your fault. miles teared up a little as he kept holding on to your hand, but his tears finally fell when you let go of his hand and got up to leave. "wait, love–!" he called out for you as you opened the door and, surprise-surprise, his mother was there by the door, listening in on you two with a sad expression.

you yelped when you saw her, with her yelping as well–miles yelped at the both of you yelping, and rio had to tell you both to calm down... no one need to break up with anybody. "i came to say that... that i'm sorry, mijo, and... i'm sorry i've been so cold to you." she said as she looked at you with guilt and remorse in her eyes and tone. she sighed as she leaned against the doorway and looked away from the two of you.

"i don't hate you, i'm just... scared, is all. i'm worried you won't love my boy as much as you say you can, because... i can't control either of you, i can't know what you both do at all times, especially you, miles." she said as she pointed at miles, with miles looking at her with a confused gaze. rio sighed again as she walked over to you and looked up at your eyes, placing her hand on your chin to get you to look at her square in the face.

"i'm sorry if i made it seem like... it was your fault my son hasn't been honest with me–" she said as she shot miles an angry look, "–but you have no fault in this. i'm sorry, just, mother instincts got out of hand." she apologized as you smiled and nodded. "it's okay, mrs. morales..." you said as she smiled. "you know, i kinda like you a little better now. 'mrs. morales', finally..." she said with a smile as you chuckled, with rio telling miles he can still be with you and go out with you if he promises never to sneak out anymore and to get those grades back up.

miles nodded as he told his mom he has to talk to you, alone. "okay, but no locked doors–" "yeah, yeah, got it mom!" miles called out from behind the door as he closed it on her. you rubbed the back of your neck as miles looked down at the ground, the both of you feeling really awkward but pretty relieved at the same time with how that 'breakup' between you two was very short lived.

miles cleared his throat as he began to speak, but you rushed up and hugged him, murmuring how glad you are that you didn't have to leave him. miles reciprocated your hug and whispered back to you he'd never let anybody–not even his own parents–get in the way of him loving you dearly. he was just glad his mom, though very slowly–started to realize you weren't a distraction to him, but someone he cared about.

he understands all she wants is the best for him, but... maybe now was the time he decided what was best for him on his own, and that'd be with you by his side, letting him love you wholeheartedly.

tags !! @ii01vq @luvstarrstruck @maxoloqy @k4tsu3 @solecitoszn @toneystank-3000 @fiannee @popeheywardssecretgf @lovefrominaya @onginlove @meowmoraless

[vqrtualheartss]

"I'm sure you're taller in another dimension" Miles cooed to himself

He hadn't found one yet, and there was no chance you'd ever grow, or do anything else— because you were dead.

"October 7th, 14:38" Miles had the date and time engraved into his brain. The feel of your now cold skin. Your voice, eyes, and lips, the heart-shaped mole under your right eye. it. was. all. engraved. into. his. brain.

His coping mechanism came to be one similar to Miguel's, admiring from afar. He jumped from dimension to dimension, just to see you, even if it wasn't technically you. Everything he observed regarding you in other dimensions reminded him of your last living moments in his.

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Still after your death, you caused him to experience emotions more than guilt and remorse. He wasn't ashamed or hid that he felt

Bitter everytime he saw you with another boy or girl

Sad each time he saw you by yourself, hurt yourself, progress in life without him by your side

Angry when he saw you getting nursed by someone in even the slightest way, knowing that he wasn't able to protect you

"It's not your fault Miles" Gwen would tell him

"It's wasn't your fault Miles" Pavitr soothed

"It's not your scum man" Hobie would reassure

Truth be told, he grew inconsolable knowing he was aging without you, times were changing without you. He grew inconsolable because you were comfort. were

"Thing happen Miles" Margo consoled

It was hard to ignore how Miles changed for the worst. Constantly it felt like barbed wire was wrapped around his throat, his voice broke off into fractions. Since the death of his uncle, Aaron, it was the most his family had seen him cry. There wasn't need for Rio or Jeff to scold him about coming in late because he never left his room, except for the infrequent trips to patrol and save Brooklyn.

There wasn't much of that left though, using footage from fight analyses it became clear than he would purposely put himself in harm and take hits more than necessary. His reason being that he wanted to feel 'something'. Following, the other spiders kept eye on Brooklyn.

His misery became contagious, more dangerous the more nights Rio heard Miles begging to be taken in his sleep.

— "Mama, I can hear you crying"

The words made her sob harder, she couldn't tell if she was happy to have grown such a selfless young man or sad that he didn't ever want to ask for help. She walked in to find Miles standing on the other side of the door, his hand in motion to turn the doorknob. He embraced her, resting his head horizontal on hers. Tears streamed down both their faces.

"I'll be fine, I'll be fine"

It wasn't evident who Miles was trying to convince— himself or his mother. Because he knew that deep down, always and forever, you would have a tug on his heart.

BOW BOW BOW!!

[tinkerbelle05]

Could you do 1610 miles x masc reader going on a date to the aquarium :3

Let's Take a Break

Characters: 1610!Miles Morales x Black!Masc!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: (Requested) Thanks for the reqs love 💙

Warnings: none:)

Again so sorry, that this was late. But also, I never been to an aquarium before, like ever. This was cute nonetheless.

You wait outside the aquarium for Miles. It was still a tad bit annoying to always wait for him but he was out saving people from the "villain of the week" as he called it so you didn't complain too much. But feeling the sweat on your back made you wish he'd pick up the pace a bit more.

Suddenly the world goes black and you feel someone's hands covering your eyes. In a split second, your heart beats faster and your hand reaches up until you hear the familiar chuckle and smell the laundry detergent.

"Guess who?" The person asks.

"Um, I don't know who you are but you best get your hands off of my eyes, sir." you responded instead.

"Huh? Dude quit playing. You know who it is," Miles argues back playfully.

"Hey man, I got a loud scream and sharp nails so if you know what's good for you," you threatened him again.

You heard him sigh and take his hands off of your eyes, “Why are you like this?”

You bear a sharp grin, “You love me like this.”

Miles rolled his eyes and walks in pulling you into the building, “Yea, yea. Whateva.”

You both walked into the darkened building, water tanks filled with schools of colorful fish and of different sizes.

“They are beautiful,” you marveled at them. You walked up close to the glass. You’ve always cared for the ocean and anything in them. “Miles, look that’s a stingray. Did you know that a group of stingrays are called a fever or that they are in the same family of sharks?”

You look back to see him staring at you weirdly, “What's up with the staring?”

He had that lovesick look on his face with his hands stuffed in his pockets, “Nothin’”

Rolling your eyes, you walked to a different section, dragging Miles along the while talking about sea animals. You went to see the jellyfishes, penguins, and sea lions.

Overall, you had a good time with Miles. You ate some iffy food at a fast food spot though that’s probably gonna make you regret eating it in the morning.

You two were in a park now, with the sun setting and a cool breeze. You were so, so tired. But happy as well.

“You enjoyed your day, Miles?” You asked while his head was on your shoulder, it was a comfortable weight.

“Yea, you?” He replied, softly. He looks minutes away from falling asleep.

“Yea, I had a good time too.”

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[crazyyluvr]

request for basketball player miles x reader who’s just a sweetie and dedicates every point he makes to his girlfriend

ATSV: Miles takes joy in acknowledging you whenever he scores during his basketball games.

pairing: e1610!miles morales x fem!reader

cw: college au, fluff, just miles being miles, established relationship, mmm kissing

format: headcanons/bullet point

It’s my time to shine with my limited basketball knowledge hehe

I envision Miles playing point guard in the Visions Academy basketball team, making those plays and getting a lot of points and assists and whatnot.

Every time before a game of his, he’ll give you a kiss just before entering the locker room to do a last-minute briefing with his coach and team.

The chatter of the crowd sounded faint in comparison to your heartbeat when Miles grabbed your waist and pressed his lips against yours. You were shocked for a second before you reciprocated the passion and intensity, wrapping an arm around his neck to pull him closer.

After a few more seconds, you both pulled away.

“What was that for?” You asked, slightly out of breath.

Miles grinned, his eyes crinkling. “For luck.”

During the games themselves, Miles would be on a whole other level, knowing that you were watching and cheering for him.

He scored a whole lot more, and his teammates would smirk knowingly, aware of his motivation. His determination pulls his team up as well and makes them also play better together.

They call that the “Miles Effect,” which always starts with you just being there, of course.

When he’d score a point, he’d point at you after high-fiving his teammates. When he’d make a difficult basket, he’d blow you a kiss. And when you’d reciprocate it, the crowd had their own reactions.

Your face slightly heated up when Miles turned to you after a challenging layup, placing his fingers to his puckered lips and moving them towards your direction, a wink accompanying it.

The girls surrounding you screamed, making you wince a little from the volume as you quickly did the same to him so he could turn around and refocus on the game.

“Did you see that?! Miles Morales just blew me a kiss!!” A girl sitting in the row in front of you shrieked, jumping around. You frowned as her head bobbed up and down, obscuring your view of the game.

Her friend — bless her soul — slapped the back of her head and pushed her back down on her chair. “No you idiot, his girlfriend is sitting behind us. He wouldn’t blow a kiss to you.”

The friend turned and gave you an apologetic smile, which you waved off, gesturing that it was fine and that you appreciated what she did.

When the game ends in victory for Visions Academy, Miles ends up as the Player of the Game (for plot’s sake), and He answers the questions the Visions Academy Broadcasting team asked with a big smile on his lips.

“In your opinion, how good did you and your team perform today?” Ned asked, pointing the mic at Miles as the taller boy wiped his forehead a little with the towel hanging from his neck.

“We did pretty good, as we always do,” Miles answered, his lips quirked up. “I’m really proud of everyone’s performance today, and of course there were some rough patches, but we’ll learn from them and do even better next game.”

Ned nodded, satisfied with his answer. “How about your performance specifically? Was there anything behind your amazing moves today?”

Miles paused, staring at the camera in thought before turning back to Ned when he got his answer. “I dunno man, it’s always the same person motivating me every game.”

He turned back to the camera, pointing at it. “Shoutout to my biggest fan, my number one supporter, and the best girlfriend ever.” He then turned and actually looked at you, waving at you. “Gracias mi amor, te amo!”

Since the mic was also connected to the speakers around the court (their college is rich lmao), everyone heard his statement and started aw’ing at the sweet boy.

Although the boy was tired after his game, he still brought you to his house to eat dinner with his family, both of his parents congratulating him on his win (they watched his game ofc) and his Uncle Aaron applauding the plays he saw Miles used when watching it on the TV.

And teasing the both of you of course.

“Kid, you gotta attend his games more often if this is how well he’ll play,” Uncle Aaron joked with you, making Miles blush in embarrassment and lightly elbow his uncle.

“Uncle Aaron!” He said, a bit of a whine in his voice.

“You can’t deny him Miles, you did perform better,” Miles’ dad, Jeff, shrugged, putting a bowl of food on the table.

“Dad!” He snapped playfully, burying his red face in his hands.

You laughed, patting his shoulder. “Don’t worry, whether or not I motivate you, I’m gonna attend as much of your games as I can.” Rio cooed at the two of you, happy her little boy ended up with such a nice girl.

And boy did you have no idea how much that statement made his evening — and the rest of his week.

author’s note: i honestly had fun writing this, tho it feels kinda short :(( i hope this fit your expectations anon!

I love Miles, he’s such a sweetheart <33 feel free to send more requests people 💪

- mar

[matcha-flavored-cake]

HE'S WAS BORN 2004?

Wait so that means that the movies take place 2018(itsv) and 2019(atsv)?

Here's the source btw, I'm reading this 18/07/2023 if someone change it or sum

[kittyadore]

finding light in the shadows

—𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘦!1610 𝘔𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴' 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘶𝘵 —𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 —𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵; 0,8𝘬 —𝘢/𝘯; hi lovelies, this ones quite short, but i promise more stuff coming soon. i missed you all so much and thank you for all the love and support !!

The wind howled outside, and rain pounded against the windows with relentless fury. Thunder rumbled in the distance, shaking the very foundation of your courage. You sat huddled in your darkened apartment, your heart racing, your palms sweaty. Fear gripped you tightly, as it always did when the sun set and the shadows grew long.

As the storm intensified, a sudden crack of lightning illuminated the night sky, followed by a deafening crash of thunder.In a singular moment, the electricity ceased its flow, plunging your surroundings into an abyss of total darkness.  Tremors of panic coursed through you as you grappled with the unsettling realization that you could not endure another solitary minute in the darkness. With your parents absent, away from the city, the weight of self-reliance was pressed upon your shoulders.

Gathering the pieces of bravery you had left, you ventured into the empty corridor, your faltering steps a testament to your determination to escape the suffocating grip of the blackness. Each footfall echoed through the stillness as you sought solace and respite from the overwhelming void that threatened to consume you. Your heart pounded as you stumbled blindly, feeling your way along the cold, familiar walls. You hesitated, trembling, outside your neighbor's door, the faint glow of a candle flickering through the gap beneath it.

Taking a deep breath, you mustered the courage to knock gently. The door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit apartment and a concerned face peering at you through the crack. The sight of Miles, your neighbor, made you feel safer as his presence always brought a sense of calm.

"Miles," You stuttered, your voice quivering, "I... I'm terrified of the dark, and the relentless storm has robbed us of electricity. Can I stay with you until it comes back on?"

Miles' sight studied you for a moment, understanding dawning in his eyes. Without a word, he swung the door open wide, inviting you inside. You stepped hesitantly into his apartment, your heart still racing, but the reassurance of the soft candlelight began to ease your fear.

As you entered, Miles guided you to his cozy living room, where the gentle flicker of candlelight illuminated the space. The familiar scent filled the air, a comforting aroma that wrapped around you like a warm embrace.

"My parents aren't home now, so we are kinda on our own."he began, extending a welcoming gesture toward the couch "They should be back soon though." Surrendering to the plushness of the cushions, you felt a comforting wave of security envelop you. The storm continued to rage outside, but within the safety of Miles' apartment, you began to feel a glimmer of peace.

"I'm sorry for intruding," You murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

Miles shook his head, a reassuring smile gracing his lips. "Nonsense. You're always welcome here. We all have our fears, and it's okay to seek comfort when we need it."

The boy moved toward a small bookshelf and returned with a thick blanket, draping it over your shivering shoulders. The warmth of the blanket, combined with his kind words, helped to calm your racing heart.

As you sat in the soft glow of the candles, Miles shared stories of his own fears and how he had overcome them. He spoke of the power of resilience and the strength that lay dormant within you, waiting to be awakened. His words became a beacon of hope in the darkness that threatened to consume you.

Hours passed, the storm gradually subsiding outside. The distant rumble of thunder was replaced by a gentle patter of rain, as if nature itself had heeded Miles' reassuring tales. The power remained out, but within the safety of his apartment, you found solace in the boy's company.

With renewed courage, you stood up, the blanket slipping from your shoulders. "Thank you, Miles," You said, your voice steady. "Your kindness and wisdom helped a lot. I think it's time for me to come back to my own apartment."

Miles nodded, his eyes filled with pride. "Remember, you are never alone. Whenever you need someone, or the darkness threatens to overwhelm you, I'll be here, ready to lend a helping hand."

Embracing the newfound strength within you, you stepped toward the door. As you turned the knob and faced the dark corridor once more, you knew that even in the absence of light, you carried a flickering flame of resilience within your heart.

As you ventured back into the shadows, you couldn't help but feel grateful for Miles and the courage he had inspired in you. Together, you had conquered the darkness, and from that day forward, you would never again let fear hold you captive.

The storm had passed, and the power would soon return, but the true source of light in your life had been illuminated that night — the unwavering kindness and support of a neighbor who had become a true friend.

And so, armed with newfound strength and resilience, you walked back into the embrace of your own place, ready to face the challenges that lay ahead, knowing that you was never truly alone in the darkness.

[cyberkitty1]

Hello! Can I ask for a Miles x Male reader? I request it to be like, something along the lines of the reader being depressed, everything goes wrong, and he finally returns home to miles after a long day and he begs him to make him a grilled cheese sandwich to make the day right again.

E!1610 Miles Morales x Male reader!

Everything was going wrong. At school you slipped and fell into a puddle drenching your uniform pants and crisp white shirt “ I ironed this for an hour to get the wrinkles out” you sighed to yourself. Picking yourself up you made your way to the nurse for a new change of clothes.

When it did come to an end you managed to get a ride on the bus and go home. Your day was just horrible you couldn't even fathom it. What did you do to deserve this?

Your eyes filled tears and you didn't even try to hold them back you just let them flow, wiping your tears away with your palms. “ What males me happy when im sad?” you thought over and over again till you remembered that Miles lived a short distance away so you called him, he picked up immediately “Hey principe, how was your day?”

You sniffle “ Horrible can you come over and make me a grilled cheese please? Its all I want right now”

His heart breaks hearing you like this.

“Of course Ill be over soon”

Exchanging goodbyes you then hang up and go take a shower and put on something more comfortable. Right as you were done he texts you saying hes here. You make your way downstairs unlocking the door.

He stands with a lopsided smile “Hey i brought everything I needed, whats wrong?” he walks in and you lock and shut the door “This day has just been horrible, all I want is a grilled cheese” you say frowning. He gives you one of his award wining hugs.

As hes making the grilled cheese you tell him about everything all he does is listen, thats what you love about him; he just lets you talk about what your going through. He looks at your face and doesn't interject hes just silent.

“ Here you go, Im glad you called and Im sorry you had such a bad day” he says kissing your cheek “ Its ok, you're here now” you say smiling at him “yea”.

With that you eat the grilled cheese feeding him some pieces as well. When its finished you start “ Thank you for coming, it means a lot” you say holding his hand. In turn he looks into your eyes with so much love you cant even explain it “ I would travel across the world to make you happy… and make you grilled cheese sandwiches.”

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I hope I have made this to your satisfaction!!

I wanted to let you all know that In doing a different approach on my taglist so please fill

THIS OUT!

(I know i didnt add a spot for non binary but I really dont use specific pronouns most of the time so choose FEMALE in that case!)

I find that some of you may identify not as what i’m writing and I don’t want you guys to be like misled yk? so please do it thank you!!

[zoandreez]

do for love ☆・:.,;*

pairing: e1610!milesmorales x blackfem!reader

summary: "what's a self care day?" miles said after you told him you were gonna be busy today. you couldn't help but invite him over and relax with him for the day.

word count: 1.1k

genre: fluff

a/n: first spiderverse fic!!

you were exhausted. your head throbbed with irritation for the past couple of days from stress. you couldn't even think properly with the F you got on your test raging in the back of your mind, not to mention your parents were on your case about it all week.

you figured after an allowance cutoff, and your chemistry grade dropping from an A to a C+, it couldn't get any worse. and as if fate was playing the worlds cruelest trick on you, you lost your airpods friday morning after waking up late and missing your geometry class.

so, you decided to take a self care day tomorrow.

you woke up late today, since you didn't need to get ready for school. in your dorm, you noticed your roomate was already gone. you sat up, rubbing your head. checking your phone groggily, you noticed the time. 10:31 AM. you would be in third period by now.

before you coulld figure out your plans for the day, you immediately got a call from "miles, mh 💗." you picked up, and you heard him sigh with relief.

"hey ma, where are you? i've been calling for the past 20 minutes."

"i'm just taking a break today."

"what do you mean?"

"im having a self care day."

"what's a self care day?

"..nigga are you serious? you're spiderman and you've never taken a break to take care of yourself?"

miles was silent for a moment. it was like he was thinking of what to say, but before he could explain his lack of mental health breaks, you cut him off.

"come to my dorm, we're taking a break day." you didn't even hesitate to invite him to relax with you. he was able to keep you sane, and it was comforting knowing he could be apart of it.

"on my way," he said, before hanging up.

after a moment, miles showed up at your dorm. you were still in your pajamas, but he showed up in his uniform. he was probably at school waiting for you, and you felt a bit guilty for not telling him about your break beforehand.

when you opened the door for him, his face immediately shifted to worry. "jesus, what happened to you?" he said as he looked you up and down.

your eyes were half-lidded, bags sunken, hand clutching your head. you had sighed when he said that, posture already slouched from stress. "this is not the time, just come in." you said, backing up so he can walk in the dorm.

as he walked in, you led him to the bathroom and pulled out your common "spa day" materials. a face mask, or two in this case, fash wash, scrub, shampoo, conditioner, and more.

you turned to miles and held out the two face masks: an aztec claymask, or a regular charcoal mask. "pick one," you urged. as he leaned towards the aztec, you looked at him questionably. "it hurts, are you sure?"

"why is it apart of your self care day if it hurts?"

"beauty is pain," you shrugged. "yes or no?"

"fine." he said, taking the aztec clay mask container out of your hand before reading the back. as he did that, you took a moment to brush your teeth.

"you know, you can take off your uniform."

"during school hours? with the chance of getting caught? i never thought you were that kind of person." miles joked. you elbowed him as you leaned forward to spit out the water.

"thats not what i meant. put on the hoodie you left in here last week." you wiped your mouth before handing him the face wash when he took off his uniform. "the fact that you don't know what a self care day is shows you are just dirty. how do you wash your face in the morning?"

"..water? and hand soap?"

you looked at him with a hint of disgust. "wash your face, boy."

"alright, damn," miles said chuckling before he leaned into the sink.

you left him in the bathroom while you changed out of your pajamas into a t-shirt and sweatpants. when miles came out the bathroom, he had on the hoodie you handed him and a pair of basketball shorts he probably got from his bag.

"alright, good. now come here," you jestured to your desk. he walked over and sat in the swivel chair, spinning it for a moment and putting his worn-24/7-but-still-amazingly-clean jordans before you stopped him. you held up the plastic butter knife you were holding before you pulled out a small container. you scooped up some of the mask and rubbed it onto his face. specifically, on any acne you saw.

somehow, with the worst skincare routine known to man, miles barely had any acne. you were jealous of how your boyfriend had such clear skin. especially with hand soap.

you leaned back to look at your work. miles looked like a confused alien covered in the green mask. you smiled before turning away to put the charcoal mask on yourself.

"so, what does this do?"

"it basically sucks toxins out of your skin and makes sure theres no dead skin clinging to your face. helps with upcoming acne or scars." you said mindlessly, the same explanation you heard time and time again from your own mother.

"ah," he replied, before plopping onto your dorm bed. you grabbed your computer and sat with him on the bed, scrolling through the amount of assignments you'd have to make up.

miles groaned before snatching your computer and opening netflix.

"it's 'sposed to be a self care day. no homework yet. what do you wanna watch?"

you looked at him, confused, but impressed. "have you seen 'missing' yet?"

"the one with the girl's mother who got kidnapped? nah, but i saw the trailer."

"let's watch that then," you said, opening the movie and clicking it before leaning on his shoulder. he wrapped an arm around your waist as you watched the movie, and you drifted off to sleep.

when you woke up, there was a wet paper towel on the nightstand next to your bed, stained with black and green. your macbook was neatly placed, charging, and there was a note.

"hey ma,

your roomate came back from her clases so i figured i wouldn't make it awkward. i tried my best to wipe off your face mask. you were right, that shit started burning, it was so tight.

anyways, sorry about whatever happened that made you feel so horrible this morning, but i hope your 'self care day' helped.

miles," in his infamous grafiti signature.

in the corner of the note was a spiderman logo, and a drawing of you asleep. you cracked a smile.

p/a/n: not my best work but thats ok sorry guys

[moonpiies]

“I AIN’T YO ‘BRO’”

𓆩♡𓆪 pairing : e-42!miles morales x reader

𓆩♡𓆪 a/n : this is so random lmao

both of your parents were working late so you decided to invite miles to stay at your house to keep you company before they came back.

you and miles were cuddled up on the counch, watching a movie together. you leaned against him, feeling his warmth and the softness of his sweater you got him a couple of days ago. you were feeling playful and decided to tease him by calling him "bro."

"hey, bro, can you pass me the popcorn?" you said with a smirk.

he went to get it from the table before the word ‘bro’ could fully process through his mind.

“why you callin me that, ma?” miles asked as he looked at you suspiciously.

you laughed. "calling you what bro?”

“that,” he said, “im not your bro, im your boyfriend.”

“i know bro.” you jokingly said as you leaned into his chest some more.

miles shook his head and lunged at you, and grabbed your hips to bring you closer to him, “i’m warning you chica.”

“calm down it’s just a word bro—” you said before you suddenly felt his fingers run up and down your sides quickly, which caused you to start squirming and giggling.

"miles!" you gasped between laughs as he continued to run his fingers up and down your sides, “i’ll stop!”

he suddenly stopped tickling you and smiled a little. miles leaned in and kissed your cheek, making you blush.

you looked up at him and smiled, "im sorry, miles, i won't call you 'bro' again," you said, still giggling a little from the tickling.

he chuckled and wrapped his arms around you, holding you close.

“you better not," he said playfully, before leaning in to kiss you gently on the lips.

the both of you then cuddled up on the couch, enjoying each others presence and watching the movie.

[spid3namy]

— PICNIC DATE

pairing : e-1610!miles x mixed!gn reader

summary : miles takes you out on a cute little picnic date to show you how much he loves you

contains : fluff + first kisses

word count : 530

notes : i thought this idea was super cute and super easy to write amidst my writer’s block. i think i’m probably gonna write more short little one-shots like this but idk yet since writers block lowkey sucks ass lol. 

“you got something on the side of your mouth, amor..”

Miles leaned forward and wiped the corner of your mouth gently, a sweet smile on his face as he allowed himself to sit back in front of you.

It was so romantic. 

The both of you had really busy schedules and could barely find time to be with one another but this.. this was a great day for the both of you to be together. 

Being Spider-Man could cause a lot of strain and troubles with relationships but you always understood. You always understood how hard things were for him and never judged him. That’s why Miles loved you so damn much.

“you’re such a dork, Miles”

Miles smiled at your words, his brown eyes shining under the light. He hummed and shrugged, taking a bite of his sandwich as he stared at you.

You were gorgeous in his eyes. The way your hair looked flawless each day, the beautiful color of your eyes, your fashion sense. Everything about you was just perfect. There was never a day where he wasn’t thinking about you.

You were always on his mind.

“You know you love me, y/n”

You roll your eyes at his stupid comment, letting out a small chuckle and moving closer to him as you stare at all the birds that flew around in the sky. 

“I think you’re delusional.”

“I think you’re a liar.”

You chuckle and shake your head, looking up at him with that sweet smile of yours. The same smile that never failed to make him swoon. God, he was so whipped. And he knew that you knew that.

“You’re such a dork, boo”

Miles gave you a grin and soon moved closer to you. Like real close. So close that your nose touched his. He looked nervous as hell. Like this was scaring the shit out of him.

“Can… can I kiss you?” 

You nod your head slowly, your e/c staring into his beautiful brown eyes. Miles leaned forward and pressed his lips against your gently. It was clear he had no idea what he was doing yet it still felt perfect. 

It wasn't a very long kiss, only a few seconds but it still caused his heart to race. Miles felt like he had been on cloud 9. You made him feel that way very often. Anytime he was near you, he was on cloud 9. You just had that effect on him. And he enjoyed it.

“You happy now, dork?”

Miles let out a small chuckle and nodded, giving you a smile and allowing his hands to rest on his legs. You smiled and gave him a small kiss on the cheek before you went back to eating. 

“I love you, y/n..”

“Yeah, I know.”

Miles raised an eyebrow and stared at you, letting out a small yet somewhat offended noise from your response. He had to be hearing things, right?

“Ain’t you gonna say it back?”

“It back.”

“Okay. You’re done now. Go back to eating.”

You grinned at him and went back to eating as Miles rolled his eyes. You were such a handful to him sometimes.

[tainted-liquor]

'Hot Wheels! ...🎸⋆⭒˚｡⋆ ft. 1610Miles

...⋆｡° ✮

Ingredients: sugar, kisses, n a lil bit of lemon zest!

TWs: A lil suggestive, but nth serious? Miles js runs a hot wheels car across yo ass like a ramp😭

A/N: Inspired by my man lol

It was dark outside. Wayyy too dark, the kind of dark where your main priority would be to go straight home, regardless of what temptations of bright colors pushed themselves into your face. But right now, you were In Miles' house while his parents were out on their little 15-year anniversary date. You spent the whole day dancing in his room, trying on some of his shorts for the sheer fun of it, and watching TV together so close that it would've sent Mrs. Morales into a coma. It was around 9 o'clock, and the two lovebirds still weren't back from their date.

So, you decided to do something to pass the time. You hopped on on the plushy material of the Morales' couch, doodling in Miles' sketchbook while you waited for him to finish taking his shower. Did you nearly lose your shit when you saw his many many Gwen drawings? Yeah. But you were instantly relieved to see most of them crossed out, painted over, or replaced with drawings of you entirely.

You scribbled down a rough sketch of Miles, groaning in frustration when it didn't turn out how you imagined. He looked French instead of Puerto Rican, and everything decided it wanted to go wrong. You put down the pencil, letting it fall between the concave of its pages before scrolling on your phone. It wasn't very long until Miles emerged from the bathroom, internally panicking as his toned muscles stared at your from his short-sleeved white tee. "Eugh, you stink. Get back in the shower" You joked, sporting a wicked grin and a quiet laugh.

He side-eyed you, looking you up and down before sucking his teeth. "I will throw you off that couch, don't play with me" he chuckled, shifting closer so you could see the tiny blue box in his right hand. "Oooh, what's that?" You asked, turning your head as he loomed over you. He opened the box, revealing 3 toy cars stacked on each other. "My cars!" He beamed, flopping comfortably on the living room floor as he took out every toy car oh so gently. "Cars? Like, Hot Wheels cars?" You inquired, watching as he pretended to rev up the engine.

It was no surprise that he owned toy cars, you had already seen his massive collection of rare toys and posters around his room. You thought it was cute, silently admiring as he explained why he even has the cars, and breaking down their value. "I mean, I can put them away if you want?" He asked, sounding slightly more embarrassed by the second. "Oh, no no no! I love that you have interests!" You reassured. You watched him stay in his own little world, before continuing to scroll on your phone.

It wasn't long before Miles looked back up at you, suddenly brewing an idea. He slowed his actions, analyzing your posture and looking down at his cars. He fought back a smirk that crept on his face, slowly advancing towards you like he was trying to see what you were looking at on your phone. You didn't really notice he was getting closer, finding yourself lost in the world of TikTok as you watched a guy dance to Kung Fu Fighting. And you didn't notice until you felt cold metal hit the fabric of your shorts.

"AH-! FUCK-MILES WH-..." You began, turning around to see Miles using the curve of your spine and the silhouette of your behind as a ramp. Miles burst out in laughter, shivering as he ran each car across your backside. "Are you fuckin' serious right now?" You deadpanned. He nodded, a smug but clearly overjoyed grin plastered on his face. "What? It's-...pffFFHAHAA...It's the perfect ramp!"

"Make me smack you miles"

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