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I Can Do Both

Miles Morales

Summary: Miles tried to cope with the memories flooding his mind.

WARNINGS: Angst I think 🤷🏽‍♀️

Miles clutched his backpack straps, playing with a loose thread of his pants, as he made his way through the hallways of school. Weaving his way through the crowd, his head was down, but he could feel the eyes on him and the whispers that were meant to be quiet rang loud in his ears. It had become the norm this past week, ever since the incident. Miles's face screwed into a scowl as he walked out of the building, his anxiety and sadness quickly turning into anger.

Something had happened, but that didn't mean that everyone had to constantly whisper, constantly look at him as if he would break. But the truth was, Miles was very close to breaking. He couldn't escape the weight of it all. He made his way to his dorm hall, where another reminder awaited him: candles and a single balloon in the shape of a heart, colored purple. He stopped to stare at it for a while, letting out a sigh.

The weight of everything seemed to magnify as Miles entered his room. He sat on his bed, taking in a deep breath, trying to compose himself. But, as he opened his eyes, his journal lay open, a page displaying a drawing of Gwen.

Miles' anger overtook him as he picked up his journal. Walking to the window, he flung the journal out, hoping for some release, but this time. Peter wasn't there to throw it back. Miles' face fell, and the tears that he had fought so hard to suppress in the past week fell uncontrollably, soaking his sweater. The weight of his emotions started to drown him as he whispered, "I'm sorry," his voice choked.

He wiped his face with the sleeve of his sweater, a bad attempt to erase the evidence of his pain. Slowly undressing, Miles slipped into his skintight suit. He jumped out of the window, gracefully landing on the edge of a nearby building, perched.

"Why am I even doing this?" He asked himself conflicted with the responsibility of being Spider-Man.

As he sat there, the memories of the past week flooded his mind, each one piercing his heart.

"You never should've come to see me, Gwen,".

The were words he wished were true, maybe if Gwen never came to see him, things would be different. Maybe if he never jumped through that portal, things would be different.

The tears continued to fall, soaking his mask as more memories flashed through his mind.

He recalled the longing in his heart, for a chance to simply be with his friends and not feel so alone. But those dreams shattered when he discovered the truth, the devastating revelation of his cannon event, and the death of his father.

"You realize how messed up this sounds, right?" he remembered protesting to Miguel, his voice tinged with a mix of hopelessness.

"I can do both," he said, the words slipping from his lips. But the truth was, he couldn't. He didn't. He had made his way back home, his father

becoming his sole priority.

You watched as Miles paced back and forth in his room, his worry for his dad consuming his every thought. His last moments with you would forever be etched in his memory for all the wrong reasons.

"Miles?" you called out. His head snapped towards you, his eyes filled with a mixture of desperation and sadness, before quickly averting his gaze to the floor.

"I can't deal with you right now, y/n," he muttered, his voice heavy with the weight of his situation. "You need to go home."

Confusion and concern washed over you as you tried to comprehend his sudden coldness. "Miles, what's going on?" you asked, your voice trembling.

"You NEED to go home," he snapped.

Feeling hurt and rejected, you stormed out of his house, determined to drown your sorrows in a pint of ice cream, that you picked up from the bodega. With tears streaming down your face, you decided to take the long way home, hoping the walk would bring some comfort.

But fate had a different plan in store for you. As you made your way through the deserted streets, you unknowingly stumbled in a fight, His canon event.

You screamed in fear as The Spot taunted Miles, dropping you from the sky and hurling rubble at his father, Jeff.

"Which one, Spider-Man?" the spot taunted, reveling in his sadistic game.

"I can do both," he said, his voice trembling. With his quick reflexes and powers, he managed to save his dad from the clutches of death.

But you, dear y/n, had a different fate. As the chaos unfolded, your eyes met Miles' reflective lenses, capturing the last moments of your life. He shot a web, desperately trying to catch you, but the sudden stop was too much for your fragile neck.

In that moment, everything went dark.

Miles cradled your body as he ripped off his mask, his heart pounding in his chest. He had fought to protect you, to protect his dad. But now, as he held you in his arms, he realized that he had failed.

"Y/n, y/n baby, please talk to me," he pleaded, his voice trembling with desperation. He shook you gently, hoping for a sign of life. Tears welled up in his eyes as he whispered, "I'm so sorry. I thought I could do both, baby girl."

With a heavy heart, Miles leaped off the building, his web-slinging skills carrying him swiftly through the city. The wind whipped against his face as he swung from one skyscraper to another, the weight of his failure pressing on him.

Finally, his feet touched the ground, and he folded his legs,sitting. A cold grey stone with your name engraved in it. The flowers nearby swayed in the breeze.

"I thought I could do both," he whispered.

42!Miles x Sleepy!Reader

Ms. Rio loooovvveeessss reader and she even comes over when Miles isn’t there to hang out with her on days she’s not working

Most of the time reader takes naps in Miles bed with his shirts on and that’s when he usually gets home <33

(•̀ᴗ•́)و SLEEPY..

MILES G. MORALES X SLEEPY! READER

headcanons!

whenever you come to the house, mama rio welcomes you with open arms, now she isn’t gonna lie and say she liked you from the jump because she didn’t; it took some getting used too, before she even trusted you.. miles is her little boy and she loves him more than she loves anything. she just wants the best for him.

but after the three month anniversary, you had asked her about her dislike about you, and nervously gave her this big speech about how much you loved her son, and how you would do nothing but love him.. do nothing but show him how much you love him and show her how much you love her son.. is when she finally loosened up.

she feeds you, she has a photo of you and miles in her phone case, telling others..

“ this is mi mijo and his girlfriend! she’s beautiful isn’t she?”

whenever you come over, and you’re sleepy, she tries her best to keep you up until miles comes home

“ ah mija.. you wanna help me cook?”

“ I’m trying to learn how to knit… you wanna watch tutorials with me?”

“ let’s take a walk!”

it doesn’t take long before she’s giving up though, you’re a growing girl, and also a student at Vision’s Academy! It’s where you and miles met; she knows from a few sleepless nights her son has had that that school is tough, that doesn’t stop her from encouraging you two to do your best for your future.

so, now whenever she sees you walk through the door, with your bonnet in hand.. she sends a simple greeting

“ hey.. you sleepy? miles isn’t here right now.. I’ll tell him to get you when he comes back.”

“ okay mama.”

“ I love you.”

“ thank you, love you too.”

and then you’d be going into miles’ room; bonnet over your afro and falling down into his bed

the sleep would usually only last about a few hours before you feel the bed weigh down, your body going on high alert and waking you up, just to see your boyfriend in front of you.

“ woah.. mami, what’s wrong with you?”

“ nothing.. I just got a little scared.”

he would chuckle at your words, giving you a kiss on the cheek, his own bonnet on his own head as he laid down next to you

something he did whenever he got home and saw you fast asleep in his bed, he loved sleeping next to you.

BUT…

when he finds you in his shirts, is when he’s usually nothing but a giggling mess; the shirts go to your mid thigh, it’s never you wearing JUST his shirt, you always have a pair of his sweatpants on as well..

but he takes pictures of you, sleeping in his clothes ( sometimes even in his bonnet when you forget yours or come straight to his home on fridays)

he definitely sends the pictures to ganke; teasing him about how he has a beautiful girlfriend who wears his clothes & ganke doesn’t

“ look at my mami in my clothes..”

“ oh sorry.. I forgot you don’t know what it’s like..”

“ okay.. you know what-“

he had made it his profile picture on Instagram for a few hours.. a picture of you dressed in clothes that belonged to him, with drool running down your face, and sprawled out all crazy.. he only changed it after one of the guys from his old school that followed him said you were a baddie even while dressed casual

Yeah.. he wasn’t playing that, he loves to show you off, but if these niggas that was supposed to be his friends was showing out like that.. he was gonna keep his girl hidden from then on.

waking up in his arms though >>>

although when you first wake up, he’s sleep his damn self, and it’s a bit of a jumpscare; because miles is a guy who snores.. I will die on this, he snores.

it’s loud and obnoxious to the point he has to force himself to stay up so he doesn’t get on your nerves.

but you love him nonetheless.. and you love waking up to his gorgeous face too

42!Miles x Sleepy!Reader

Ms. Rio loooovvveeessss reader and she even comes over when Miles isn’t there to hang out with her on days she’s not working

Most of the time reader takes naps in Miles bed with his shirts on and that’s when he usually gets home <33

(•̀ᴗ•́)و SLEEPY..

MILES G. MORALES X SLEEPY! READER

headcanons!

whenever you come to the house, mama rio welcomes you with open arms, now she isn’t gonna lie and say she liked you from the jump because she didn’t; it took some getting used too, before she even trusted you.. miles is her little boy and she loves him more than she loves anything. she just wants the best for him.

but after the three month anniversary, you had asked her about her dislike about you, and nervously gave her this big speech about how much you loved her son, and how you would do nothing but love him.. do nothing but show him how much you love him and show her how much you love her son.. is when she finally loosened up.

she feeds you, she has a photo of you and miles in her phone case, telling others..

“ this is mi mijo and his girlfriend! she’s beautiful isn’t she?”

whenever you come over, and you’re sleepy, she tries her best to keep you up until miles comes home

“ ah mija.. you wanna help me cook?”

“ I’m trying to learn how to knit… you wanna watch tutorials with me?”

“ let’s take a walk!”

it doesn’t take long before she’s giving up though, you’re a growing girl, and also a student at Vision’s Academy! It’s where you and miles met; she knows from a few sleepless nights her son has had that that school is tough, that doesn’t stop her from encouraging you two to do your best for your future.

so, now whenever she sees you walk through the door, with your bonnet in hand.. she sends a simple greeting

“ hey.. you sleepy? miles isn’t here right now.. I’ll tell him to get you when he comes back.”

“ okay mama.”

“ I love you.”

“ thank you, love you too.”

and then you’d be going into miles’ room; bonnet over your afro and falling down into his bed

the sleep would usually only last about a few hours before you feel the bed weigh down, your body going on high alert and waking you up, just to see your boyfriend in front of you.

“ woah.. mami, what’s wrong with you?”

“ nothing.. I just got a little scared.”

he would chuckle at your words, giving you a kiss on the cheek, his own bonnet on his own head as he laid down next to you

something he did whenever he got home and saw you fast asleep in his bed, he loved sleeping next to you.

BUT…

when he finds you in his shirts, is when he’s usually nothing but a giggling mess; the shirts go to your mid thigh, it’s never you wearing JUST his shirt, you always have a pair of his sweatpants on as well..

but he takes pictures of you, sleeping in his clothes ( sometimes even in his bonnet when you forget yours or come straight to his home on fridays)

he definitely sends the pictures to ganke; teasing him about how he has a beautiful girlfriend who wears his clothes & ganke doesn’t

“ look at my mami in my clothes..”

“ oh sorry.. I forgot you don’t know what it’s like..”

“ okay.. you know what-“

he had made it his profile picture on Instagram for a few hours.. a picture of you dressed in clothes that belonged to him, with drool running down your face, and sprawled out all crazy.. he only changed it after one of the guys from his old school that followed him said you were a baddie even while dressed casual

Yeah.. he wasn’t playing that, he loves to show you off, but if these niggas that was supposed to be his friends was showing out like that.. he was gonna keep his girl hidden from then on.

waking up in his arms though >>>

although when you first wake up, he’s sleep his damn self, and it’s a bit of a jumpscare; because miles is a guy who snores.. I will die on this, he snores.

it’s loud and obnoxious to the point he has to force himself to stay up so he doesn’t get on your nerves.

but you love him nonetheless.. and you love waking up to his gorgeous face too

Sea Grillz✧˖°

'I wont hurt you, mama c'mere' - Miles G. Morales e42! Miles Morales x BlackFem!Mermaid!Reader TWs: I don't think there are any ! Ingredients: Sugar, Kisses, and smiles! A/N: Reader is slightly Caribbean-coded! Other than that enjoy luvs :P W/C: 1,410

The moon illuminated the ominous night sky, painting gentle highlights on the surface of everything that can be seen by the naked eye. Miles was keeping watch of a cargo ship he had just taken over 20 minutes earlier, relying on his prowler mask to aid his eyes through the deep dark sky. He was cold, and even though everyone on the ship prior had been robbed of their life, he couldn't shake the feeling that he wasn't really alone. The soft crash of the waves and the rock of the cargo ship touched the drum of his ear in a hypnotizing lullaby, allowing him to shake the fleeting sensation of a pair of eyes on him. He took a glance over the sea-line, and everything was clear. But just as he turned his head away from the eastern side of the Caribbean sea, he caught a sudden movement sandwiched in between the low tide.

As you swam through the tide, weaving through the seaweed and coral on your way back to your safe haven, you notice an unfamiliar silhouette standing perfectly still against the rock of the waves. You halted your movements, freezing in place as the end of your tail twitched in anticipation. Having spent all of your life out deep in the sea, you had never really seen anything like this strange shadow before and slowly approached the surface to take a look. It looked like the little sailboat you had in your glass bottle, which you had found whilst swimming slightly closer to the shore than you normally would. You quietly swam closer, before you caught an identified figure turn your way. Was that a human?

You quickly ducked down into the water, baby-teal tail perfectly hiding in the sea as you swam closer. If it truly was a human, he wouldn't follow you down. Especially if they knew just how deep the water was, and what could possibly reside. You saw the human stand up, straightening his posture as he clenched his...claw? You caught the shiny metal glimmering in the moonlight, common sense leaving your body as you began to swim closer toward the man.

Up close he was hella intimidating, a purple sort of...chunk of glow-y metal obscured your view of his face, small white slits stationed where his eyes would have been. You poke your head out of the water, remaining a comfortable distance away from the man, hesitantly leaning back as he turns to face you. The small white cuts on his mask squint, indicating to you that he's examining the little that he can see of you, your big beady brown eyes, slightly furrowed brows, and hair stuck to the top of your head like a smooth glove due to the weight of the water. He turned his head to the side as he walked closer to the edge, standing with both claws at his side, tightly clenched and ready to fly at the slightest mishap. He beckons you closer with his two fingers, nodding his head backward as if to say 'Come here.'

You stay still for a moment, narrowing your eyes before swimming closer, still making sure to keep your tail out of view just in case he felt like having a fish dinner. He chuckles lowly as he holds out a sharp claw, titanium twinkling in the moonlight as he extends it out to you. You swam closer, bringing yourself up out of the water a bit more so he could see your whole face and tensed shoulders. You put your smaller hand within the palm of his cold claw, watching as the faded-blue ombre of your skin faded to your original melanated shade as it came into contact with the crisp air. He gently pulled you forward, causing you to swim fully up out of the water, tail keeping you afloat as your body finds its resting harmony with the waves of the water.

the small slits on his mask widen for a moment, before quickly squinting as he mumbles a low "I won't hurt you, mama. C'mere." You reluctantly allow him to pull you closer, placing your top half on the freezing floor of the cargo ship as you inhale sharply at the sensation. He laughs before shaking his head and returning his confused gaze back on your tail. "Eres tan fascinate, chica bonita..." he mumbles as he walks around me, taking in most of my form as he studies the scales that create a smooth transition to my tail. I tilt my head to the side in confusion, eyebrow-raising as I attempt to decipher what it was he just said.

He gave another chuckle before crouching down, placing his wrists on his knees as he gives me one final scan. "What's your name?" he asks as I frown slightly. I point to the gills on my neck before making a talking motion with my hand and crossing my arms. Without exposure to water, my gills would make it virtually impossible for me to speak. He looks around quickly, ripping a piece of a dead man's shirt, dunking it in water, and tying it lightly around my neck. Admittedly, it probably looked odd but he was probably just really curious as to what I would sound like, but desperate times require desperate measures.

I take another sharp inhale, my voice recalibrating as I feel my vocal cords return to their lively harmony. My voice was smooth and laced with a thick Islander accent. "I am Y/N." I nod, any fear I had of the strange man dissipating almost immediately as I reach out to feel the strange material of his mask, the projected purple glitching and running away from my touch. He nods slowly before he gets his next question ready. "You live here? Like, always?" he asks. I nod again as I begin to toy with the pointed triangles on the back of his suit, attempting to bend the solid material under my fingertips.

"You a handsy lil' thing, huh?" He remarks as he gently removes my hands from his suit, mask disappearing before my eyes as I watch his smug smirk grow. He clicks his tongue, shaking his head as he murmurs a small "Don't touch. My tech is dangerous, and mad expensive" He grins as he watches me visually analyze everything he was wearing, confused at why a human would need such things in the first place. My first thought was that he was a pirate, stealing and taking things that weren't really his, but if pirate, why kind? I stare deeply into his eyes, face mere inches away from his as I internalize every feature of his. I knew I'd never see him again, so I committed every small detail of his to memory.

"Who are you?" I ask with a puzzled expression, trying to make sense of his whole get-up and why he was acting so sketchy. From the body sitting just mere inches away from him, him sitting on a boat that he clearly doesn't own, and me practically being in his lap as he makes no attempt to harm me whatsoever. He was absolutely gorgeous as his deep brown skin seemingly glowed under the night sky, a slight smile on his lips as a couple of his teeth peaked from under his grin, and strange jewelry was visible on his teeth. He chuckled as he placed a gentle claw to the side of my face, his pupils bullying their way through my soul as he tilts my face up slightly.

"I'm the Prowler, Mami. But I'll be back for you, Chiquita. Sometime when I'm off work" He winked as he rested his hands just above my hips, dangerously close to my shiny scales. He didn't seem to care about the unfamiliar texture under his skin as he watched my fins flap madly in the water, indicating my mix of surprise and joy. I nod as I feel him release my hips, allowing me to slip back into the water before his mask silently reforms, encasing his seemingly perfect face behind the purple hologram-like features. He walked backward as he got one last look at me before turning around and walking himself to the helm of the ship. I gave him a small wave, free hand resting on the piece of fabric wrapped thickly around my neck as I swam away, feeling slightly somber about having to say goodbye.

"MINE"

pairing: e!42 miles x blk! fem reader

genre: fluff , protective miles

miles = dark purple you = pink (naisa is you)

a/n: whew lawrd i got so many damn books to post .. yall in for some treats good JESUS , but trust ima get yall requests soon i promise

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you were walking back home from the store , it wasn't too far away from where you live , so walkin won't a problem .

on the way back you heard your phone buzz , taking it out of your pocket to see who texted you. "1 new message from: Miless 💘."

miles was texting you to ask where you were at , worried on why you weren't home yet since he was at your house. you texted back smiling , reassuring him that you'll be fine , and your're on the way. butttt miles looked over that , and face timed you.

when you answered , he was side eyeing the camera , on the game that he set up in your room. "didnt i tell you to ask me before u use my tv?" you sighed , looking around your room to see what else he had done.

"yeaa sorry ma , my ass was bored waitin on u , but where you at?" miles fully turned his head towards the camera , squinting trying to make out where you were at.

you put your face all up in the camera , makin faces and laughing. "ma im not playin , where are you" he put his controller down , speaking in a more serious tone which made you back up from the screen.

"chill , im on my way ri-" suddenly , a boy who looked about your age came up to you , cheesin away. you kept walking , not interested.

the boy started walking behind you , trying to talk to you which .. didnt play out well. "yoo u from here?" he managed to catch up to you , trying to walk beside you.

miles heard the male's voice which caused his head to shoot towards the phone , picking it up looking around your surroundings.

"yea , i'm from my man's place , move along ." you snarled , walking faster looking at your phone to see miles with the most annoyed facial expression ever.

"aye not gon lie he prolly a bitch like most niggas round here , i could fs do better lil ma" this was miles last straw .. womp womp.. "oh hell na ." miles said before taking a good look at where you were , and hanging up.

the boy heard the voice coming from your phone as you walked faster , causing him to laugh. "aye was that him? see he prolly mad at u now , come fuck wit a real nigga" at this point you were irritated , not wanting miles to be mad at you because someone else tried talking to you.

"nigga fuck off , been said i got a man thats yo cue to leave . actually that ain't even my man , we married. so bye.." you went to imsg on your phone trying to text miles to get this boy away from you as soon as possible , he was pissin you off at this point.

miles texted you back with a simple "omw mami." which caused you to look around , seeing if he was anywhere in sight.

after a few minutes of this bum still tryna talk to you and follow you , you felt hands around your waist walking with you , causing you to quickly turn around trying to move until you noticed it was your bf , miles.

"the fuck?? this yo man?" he looked miles up and down , which pissed the both of yall off. you opened your mouth to say something , but before you could talk , miles did.

"nah nigga im her husband , i know u heard her say she taken so why u still tryna fw her? take yo big boosie fade head ass on somewhere bruh and getchu a retwist , yo ass got butterfly locs atp" miles laughed a lil at his own joke , meanwhile you were crackin tf upp

the boy side eyed yall , and walked off mad asf , you and miles were still crackin up at the back of this nigga head , retwists do not exist to him

"ight ight jokes aside , you lmk when shit like that happen we cant have niggas lookin like THAT tryna fuck wit you naisa" he wiped a few lil tears from his eyes due to laughing , you did the same.

"nigga did not give up.." you thought of the things the boy said , making you cringe.

miles put his arm around you , walking back home and kissed you on your forehead.

"mine."

Classmate

PART ONE (CURRENT); PART TWO ; PART THREE

Earth 42! Miles Morales x fem! reader

Synopsis! For the life of you , you couldn’t understand why Miles had it out to get you so bad. If it wasn’t for the mid-year seat change, he wouldn’t have even acknowledged your existence.

MASTERLIST

Genre: light fluff, enemies to lovers like trope, light bully!Miles

Warnings: mentions of sa (nothing happens just mentioned), mentions of violence, maybe foul language but I think that’s it enjoy!

word count: 5k

Authors comment: I keep seeing School themed hcs and I had to say me sphewl(?), planned to be one shot but thinking about a part two. Sorry for any bad translations my Spanish is meh, please leave a like <3

Do not copy! All rights reserved to ©axeoverblade

It was known half way through the school year at Visions Academy the teachers changed the assigned seats. Being in your last hour, you were pretty much comfortable sitting next to almost anyone in the class.

Albeit, you did have a few in your mind you would rather not be sat with. Kids who didn’t like to do the group work, kids who talked too much, kids who always were trying to copy answers, etc.

The teacher went through the neatly organized desks column by column, starting on the left side closest to the door for the new seating chart. There were only four columns seeing as the wooden desks were double seated. You listened as she went through assigning kids to chairs, finally reaching the last column. There were about seven other kids along with you still waiting to be called to the four desks available. All the kids left were somewhat iffy options to be next to for the rest of the year.

…

Only you and three others were left. She called out to the second to last desk, “Amanda and John”. You sigh a breath of relief happy to not be sat next to John who had a crush on you, your thoughts replaying all the times he had tried to get with you. Feelings were not mutual. “ And Finally Y/n and Miles.”

You walked over to the seat from the front of the room, seeing the Miles kid already getting comfortable in his new seat closest to the wall.

You never had the chance to talk to Miles much. Actually, you don’t think you’ve ever talked to him. He was very reticent in the classroom. The moment he finished his work which was always relatively quick, he was out of the class leaving a few minutes to spare coming back before the bell rang.

There was a reason you never made an effort to talk to Miles. In fact, it was more like you endeavored to avoid him. His hedonistic friend group were known for being-, uncivil. They treated others horribly, always making someone do something that would make your stomach churn if you had to be the one to do it. And even though Miles was known to never actively participate in those things, anyone who hung around people who did those things were bound to start someday.

What confused you though, he was extremely smart unlike the jerks he was always with. You heard he was one of the highest scoring kids, every report card stamped with straight As. That wasn’t much at this school, almost everyone had straight As and high Bs, but all his grades averaged above 94.

There was also no denying he was very attractive. Surprisingly he was never seen with anyone romantically, unlike his friends who always had a girl or two under their arms. There were definitely people were lined up at his feet though, always trying to cling to him. He always just brushed them off, sometimes blunter than he needed to be.

You had seen it once, a girl you hadn’t really liked had gone up to him during passing period asking for his number only for him to look at her and walk right past her. All his friends and their shallow twats of girlfriends laughed at her, walking with Miles past her.

She cried in bathroom for forty minutes after.

You stood next to your seat, putting your bag down. “Hi I’m y/n” you said, formally introducing yourself to Miles for the first time. He looked up to you from his phone. You watched as he took his time studying you, making you slightly flustered as his eyes roamed your body. He looked back down at his phone, disregarding your presence. “I know.”

You blinked a few times processing the abrupt rudeness.

You rolled your eyes and whispered a few choice words to yourself about the interaction as you sat down, realizing you were stuck next to him for the rest of the year.

You pulled out your phone, texting your friend and roommate Mei, who was across the room, about how rude Miles was. She looked up, seeing you staring at her irritated. She giggled before texting back.

Mei: He so fine tho 😍 ask em if he needs a dog

You: Mei 💀

You: he’s so rude n for what? Like he could’ve just nodded or said his name. I know he got that whole “bad boy” thing goin but ain’t have to do allat

Mei: Ion know gl tho 💯

You: Ur no help 😭 Ima ask for a seat change

Mei: It's the first five minutes you have sat next to each other, maybe he is just nervous from ur emmense beauty 😩 I know I would be

Mei: PLUS u know Ms Reita does not b swappin seats. You know how many times I asked to be moved from Jessica only for her to say tuff luck and move on? Seventeen times. Just give it time n maybe it gets better you never know

You: 😐

You shook your head and put your phone down as the teacher started passing out the work. It was a normal worksheet due by the end of class. You went through, solving the easier problems before going back and finishing the ones you skipped.

You were on your last problem when Miles hand shot up lazily. Ms.Reita looked at him and sighed, knowing that he was going to leave for almost the rest of class period if she let him leave the room. “Is your worksheet finished?” “I wouldn’t be raisin’ my hand if it wasn’t.” “Watch it Morales, wouldn’t want to have to tell your Mom you have detention would you?” He sighed before mockingly smiling “sorry Ms.Reita, can I so humbly excuse myself?” He batted his eyelashes for extra effect, clearly tired of the interaction and ready to leave. She huffed as pointed to the door. You snickered to yourself watching the exchange. He looked at you, a glint of amusement washing over his eyes, but the look left as soon as it appeared. He looked away getting up and walking out.

_

You walked with Mei back to your shared dorm, talking about the nonsense that flooded your minds. Luckily for you, it was Friday and you could go home tonight, you just had to go grab your bag and you would be free from this hell hole.

…

“Alright Mei I’ll see you on Monday” you said, grabbing your suitcase and backpack, pulling it with you to leave. She smiled and waved, still packing. “Bye baby mama” you rolled your eyes playfully at what she said. She would constantly make jokes about how she could care for you and be your sugar momma, even though she was just as broke as you were.

You walked toward the lobby of the school, seeing the exit to the building so close. It felt like knowing air was near when you were drowning, finally being able to catch a break and breathe- “oh sorry baby girl, didn’t see you there.” You felt someone bump into you, too intentional for it to be accident. You cringed at the nickname and gathered yourself. Luckily you hadn’t fallen, just stumbled causing your bag to fall off you. “Don’t call me that John.” You said, picking up your bag and slinging it in on your shoulder. “You know you like it” he said, closer than he needed to be. Recoiling at the sound of him so close to your ear, you stuck your hand out and lightly pushed him further from you. “I really don’t, I already told you I want nothin’ to do with you.” You continued to walk to the exit, only for him to walk beside you. “Cmon baby I can show you the world, stop playing hard to get.” You looked at him, stopping in your tracks, “I’m not playing hard to get, this is me playing I don’t want you” “so you admit you're playing about not wanting me?” He said, smirking. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, just wanting to go home. “For the final time John, I am not interested.” You walked again, this time he didn’t follow because his friends were walking up to him. “I’ll see you on Monday baby!” He called out loudly, drawing attention to the both of you. You scowled and walked faster out the building, happy to not have to see John for a few days.

Unbeknownst to you, Miles was watching the interaction from the beginning, ignoring his friends talk about the girls that passed or the sexist comments they made. He noted how you reacted to John, how much disgust surged through your body language. He disliked John, but for separate reasons. John was one of those guys. Class A jock who didn’t know when to quit. Also didn’t know when to shut their mouths. Granted, those were the exact people he hung around. But at least he could tolerate their idiocy, and it was better than walking around the school alone all day. Only kid he hung around that wasn’t like that was his roommate Ganke.

He watched as you scowled and left the school. He shrugged minding his own business, zoning back into the conversation about who had the biggest boobs.

Monday rolled around quicker than you could’ve imagined. And it felt like a Monday, which never helped. You trudged into your last hour groggily, just wanting to be done with the day so you could go back to your dorm and sleep. Walking over to your seat, you looked at Mei across the room. She wiggled her eyebrows, mouthing for you to initiate conversation with Miles. You rolled your eyes, sitting down. Miles was sketching lightly on the worksheet already passed out on the desks. You tried to look at it, but the braid that draped over his shoulder covered your view. You didn’t want to seem invasive, so you just grabbed your sheet and began working.

Finishing the sheet quickly, you got on your phone, scrolling through your socials. You saw a news alert flash across the top of your screen, some message about “the prowler striking again” over the weekend. You swiped it away.

You didn’t hate the prowler in all honesty, but you would never admit that out loud. Whoever was under the mask did bad things, but usually only to bad people. Usually.

The police barely did anything anymore, making it hard to even go outside without getting mugged or groped or something bad. With the prowler being out and about, some idiots have been scared off the streets, enough to where you could at least walk to and from your family apartment to school. In your eyes, the vigilante kinda helped a little.

“Stop tapping, its annoyin” a voice rudely interrupted you from your thoughts. You looked over to see miles looking at you, semi-irritated. You hadn’t realized you were tapping the desk, something you did unconsciously when you were lost in your own mind. You pulled your hand back, putting it on your thigh, “my fault, ain need all that attitude though” you said looking at him. He rolled his eyes and started drawing again. “Whatcha’ sketching?” You asked, leaning towards him slightly. He looked at you with furrowed brows, blinking a couple of times, before going back to sketching ignoring your question. El tiene algunos nervios. Instead of just excusing his behavior like you did on Friday, you opted to invade his personal space; moving his braid, your head now hovering over his shoulder. He moved his body quickly, his reflexes faster than you could process. “Qué coño estás haciendo?” He said sternly, but you didn’t budge. “You didnt wanna respond” you said not looking at him, more focused on the drawing. “That ain’ answer my question” he said, you could feel the irritation laced in his voice, but instead of leaving him alone like he wanted, you grabbed the paper to get a better view. The drawing was a well portrayed mask of sorts, oddly similar to the prowlers, and a few weapons all sketched on the back of his paper. You raised your eyebrow at the drawing. He was actually really good at drawing, the detail for him to have started that less than twenty minutes ago impressed you. He snatched the paper back. You turned your head to him, seeing him looking at you with furrowed eyebrows, getting ready to say something. “Answer me next time and I won’t have to do that” you said before he could speak, a mocking smile laying on your lips. He rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath before going back to sketching.

One word, Regret.

You really wish you hadn’t decided to let you imaginary balls get the best of you. Because now Miles how a personal vendetta against you. Damn your pride. Within the span of few weeks he somehow had broken into your locker and trashed you books, he made sure it wasn’t anything that you couldn’t fix easily though, just a few torn pages. He constantly would shove you, which he mude sure to do lightly to not actually hurt you, into the lockers when he passed you in the nearly empty halls when he was with his friends. He would say the most outlandish things to you whenever you passed him when the halls were too crowded and others could see what he did. He made sure his friends didn’t mess with you though, knowing they would take it way too far how they had with the other kids they harassed. And even though you tried to ignore him the first few weeks hoping he would stop, he never did. You swore you could feel yourself loosing your mind.

Miles had only originally planned on pestering you for a day or two to get the point across that you should’ve left him alone, but then he realized how fun it was to provoke you. You became his entertainment, or at least that was the reason that he told himself he went out of his way to annoy you. And now that he had gotten on your last nerve, you were like a ticking time bomb every time.

You made school easier for him, giving him something to look forward to. Your reactions were always so animated, almost comical, making messing with you so funny. He didn’t just mess with you in sense of picking on you., he would mess with you feelings too. He looked for you in the halls just to go behind you and pull you by your backpack into him. You would lose your balance then he would put his hands on you waist to stabilize you, whispering in your the cusp of your ear sternly to “watch where you’re going mami”, a nickname he now would often call you just to see how irritated and flustered you would get. You would always reply with a snarky remark, something along the lines of “he pulled you into him”, always stuttering through the sentence no matter the amount of times he had done this to you, siempre fue tan mono a él. Something that unintentionally brought his face to a smirk was how you never mentioned anything about the nicknames he gave you like you did with John.

His friends would constantly make comments about how Miles liked you and now you were off limits, but every time he shot the idea down with a quick annoyed face. But perish the thought one of his friends gets talks about you the wrong way. They had seen the way Miles looked at the guy who had walked up to and called you pretty. Didn’t ask for your number, didn’t do anything weird, just called you pretty. The problem wasn’t even the compliment, it was how genuinely big you smiled but it wasn’t because of him.

Miles wasn’t going to deny he found you attractive. He had seen you the first day he walked into Vision academy a year ago and couldn’t get you out of his head for week. Hell you were probably the prettiest girl in the school, but maldito eres molestosa. When laying on the bed in his dorm room the nights he wasn’t out doing his prowler work, he could hear your pesky voice ringing in his ears, también pudo ver tu cara hermosa. He hated it. He hated how sometimes your face would pop up in his brain during a mission, and it would make him falter for a moment. Something as simple as hesitating, even for a millisecond, could’ve had him killed mid fight.

He didn’t actually care for you, at least that’s what he told himself. So you can understand why it bothered him so much that he hated weekends now, knowing it was extra days where he couldn’t see you, feel you. Even if it was just a brush on the shoulder when doing partner work, or him shoving you lightly when walking past, glaring at you like you were the one that bumped into him.

It annoyed you to no end you were stuck next to him for the rest of the year. What annoyed you even more was how attracted you were to him. He was so dismissive toward you, and for some reason you would sit in your room giggling with Mei about how his laugh, even though the only reason you had heard it was because he was making fun of you, was the most attractive thing you have ever heard.

…

Luckily today was Friday so you could enjoy the weekend.

It had been a few months since you had been moved next to Miles, a few months since you decided to overstep a boundary you wish you hadn’t, a few months since you’ve been slowly loosing your sanity. Miles had taken it upon himself to mess with you in class, staying for almost the whole period now a days to do just that.

“If you would finish your work then we could be done already” you mumbled under your breath, looking at the shared work you had to do that Miles hadn’t even looked at, too engrossed in his phone. The two of you had been going back and forth since the start of class, now only roughly fifteen minutes left. He looked up to you, squinting from annoyance, “do you ever just, I don’t know, close your mouth?”. You rolled your eyes “If you, I don’t know, finish your half so I can go turn this in then yea maybe I would.” He scoffed, pulling the paper closer to him. A few minutes passed and he slid the paper over to you “don’t say anything else”. You looked at the paper, seeing he had completed his half of the work in record time, you must really annoy him. “Well if you just did that earlier” you said sarcastically, picking up the paper and walking over to the turn in bin, placing the paper in it.

As you walked back to your seat, John started to talk to you. You pursed your lips, walking past him heading to your seat behind him. That didn’t stop him, as all he did was turn his chair around to face you. “So the party is tonight, you can come-” he paused, putting emphasis on the word winking at you, hinting at something else. You looked at him disgusted. “And we can have a lot of fun, perfect chance for you to see how much you truly like me.” You blinked a few times, “yea no” was all you said before looking at your phone. You didn’t fail to hear the small, quiet breathy laugh that fell from Miles lips as he stared at his phone, overhearing the conversation. His laugh alone could make your knees buckle. You quickly brought yourself back to reality, not letting your mind flow with any positive thoughts about Miles. “Cmon’ baby, promise I’ll show you a good time.” “Ain’ I tell you not to call me that?” You said, annoyed that John just couldn’t leave you alone. “You know we locked in, you keep playin.” “John-” “aight hear me out, you come to the party, if you don’t have a nice time -which I can guarantee you will- I’ll leave you alone, how does that sound?” “You’ll leave me alone?” You said, intrigued by the offer. “If you come.” You sighed, “lemme ask my momma.” He smiled widely, happy to have finally convinced you. Miles secretly looked between the two of you with his eyebrows furrowed, thinking how pathetic John was.

A few minutes passed as John sat facing you, waiting for a response. You sighed, causing him to perk up. “I need to be home by 11, and you have to send me the address. My mom also needs your number and your mommas number, comprende?” He nodded quickly, typing all the information into your phone so you could send it to your mom. You sent the message, already regretting your decision.

Sure enough.

You sped walk home, the time nearing 10:45. Wiping the tear that trickled down your cheek, you scoffed. The party started off great, you and John had a great time, initially.

Then things got weird, he tried to take you to a bedroom upstairs, you declined, him being intoxicated, grabbed you forcefully to take you up. You were glad you were taught basic self defense. You kneed him in the bolas and grabbed your bag, quickly leaving. You wondered what would’ve happened if you had dranken something, where you wouldn’t have been fully aware of your surroundings. You hurrying to dismiss the thought, happy to be out the party

Normally you would be much more aware of the world around you, had you not been so lost in your thoughts. “Hey there pretty lady” you heard, you couldn’t catch a break tonight. You started walking quicker, almost jogging with your eyes focused ahead of you, as you just wanted to get home safely. “You ain’t hear us talkin to you?” Your eyes widened at the mention of us, realizing there was more than one. You searched for your switch blade that would usually be inside your pocket, but it was no where to be found. You figured it must’ve fallen out at the party, you silently cursed to yourself. Three men were now matching your speed, and suddenly were next to you.

“What’s a little momma like you doing out here all alone, don’t you know there’s bad guys out here?”

“Don’t worry baby, we’ll keep you safe”, they grabbed you forcefully covering your mouth so you wouldn’t alert anyone, not like anyone would help. They pulled you to the nearest alley. You bit the hand of whoever was covering your mouth, causing them to let go of your face. You took this as an opportunity to scream for dear life, only to be smacked into a state of drowsiness. You quickly shook yourself out of it, feeling the stinging sensation spread across your face. Your ear was ringing lightly, and you could’ve sworn this dude knocked your tooth loose. You spit at the guy across from you, seeing bloody saliva land on his face. The guy behind you who was holding you let go and moved to the side. Before you could react to the new found freedom, you were pushed roughly into the wall behind you. “Tonto puta, all you had to do was cooperate” the guy in front of you said, wiping the spit off his face.

Ready to accept whatever was going to happen, you closed your eyes and scrunched your face, only to hear screams of pain from the three men, followed by an uncanny silence.

You opened your eyes, seeing the prowler standing where the man in front of you once was with a bloody claw. The three men were laying on the ground, damn near lifeless. Your eyes widened, your mouth parting from the sight. The vigilante stared at you, you could see the eye like symbols displayed on the mask slightly widened at the sight of the hand-mark on your face before recomposing into a stoic, neutral setting. You were too shocked, and mostly scared to say anything.

The figure got closer, to which you could work out was a male. You took note of the two braids cascading down their neck behind the mask, as well as the oddly clean Jordan’s they sported. You didn’t have much time to take in their lanky appearance, as they took a final step towards you, making it so you had to look up at their mask. Their presence loomed over you eerily. You gaped at him, your pleading eyes filled with fear. You knew he wasn’t necessarily a villain per say, closer to the flip side if anything. He did just save you. But the thought of an individual being so much more powerful than you, knowing that at any moment he would always in control no matter what you did, threw your brain into a constant state of unease. Feeling your heart beating out your chest, you raised your hands lightly placing it on their chest to stop them from getting any closer, even though you knew they could easily overpower you no matter what you did. His heartbeat was slow, almost calming to feel. “Please” you whispered, voice barely leaving your larynx.

As quickly as he had come he left. You looked around, finally spotting him lurking on top of the building across from you, crouching along the ledge looking at you. You looked at the Prowler one last time, making eye contact with their mask silently mouthing a ‘thank you’. He flipped away to wherever else he goes, not acknowledging your gratitude. You nearly collapsed, sliding down the wall. Your hands aggressively wiped your face before meeting your hairline, resting there as you breathed ruggedly. The adrenaline you had was wearing off, and the bruises the men left you with became more prominent on your skin, as well as more painful. At least your opinion about the prowler was correct, he was a good guy after all, to you at least.

Returning to school on Monday was a catastrophe, news spread like wildfire about you being attacked by the three men, as well as your encounter with the Prowler. Random people were approaching you asking what is what like and other random questions revolving around your attack. No one however, was talking about what happened at the party. But you couldn’t blame them, not many people saw what had happened.

…

It was finally the last period. You wanted nothing more for this to blow over, and for you to be done with the day back in your dorm. You walked in, wavering slightly seeing John leaning on your desk. You noticed Miles sitting in his seat on his phone, eye bags deeper than usual.

You quickly sat down, trying your best to ignore John's attempts to talk to you.

“Y/n please it was an accident-”

You ignored him getting your pencil out of the top zipper of your bag.

“Y/n please just listen I was drunk and I didn’t know what I was doing you gotta believe me” he leaned toward to take your hand, causing you to flinch and pull back. You looked at him angrily “you think being drunk excuses anything?” Your voice was calm and almost at a whisper despite how you felt, trying your best to draw the least amount of attention. He sighed desperately, “No it doesn’t but you gotta see it from my perspective-” “what perspective John?!? The one where you tried to force yourself on me? Or the one where you tried to take me upstairs against my will? I swear if you come near me again, I won’t hesitate to cut your polla off, comprende?” Ms. Reita asked everyone to take their seats, causing John to look at you solemnly before scoffing and turning to his seat.

You huffed, putting your head between your crossed arms on the table. “What happened at the party?” You looked over to Miles surprised. You hadn’t expected him to ask you any questions, but if he did you figured it would be something about the prowler incident. “Nothin’.” You said dismissively. He looked at you skeptically. Before you could even react, he grabbed your phone off the desk and tucked it in his pocket. “You ain’ gettin’ it back til you tell me what happened.” “Why do you care so much?” “Your wrinkles n’ dark circles look worse than usual, wanna know why.” “Could say the same for you” he looked at you blankly. You sighed, “John got a lil’ too handsy is all, don’t worry ‘bout it. Can I have my phone back-“ “mami, how handsy?” His stern voice caught you off guard. He looked at John's direction for a split second, you could’ve sworn you’d seen Miles look at John with a look of determined death. He looked back at you eyebrows furrowed, “he tried to take me upstairs n’ I wasn’t feelin’ it, so he tried to make me” you uttered, a little quieter towards the end of your sentence. “Left before he could do anything” you finished, “can I get my phone back now?” You looked at him tiredly. He let out a simple huh and gave you your phone back, his full attention now on johns figure ahead in the seat diagonally ahead of him.

…

The class had been dismissed, luckily Miles had decided to leave you alone today, you were too tired to deal with his antics anyway. Walking over to Mei dismissing John's stare, you two began walking out of the class heading to the lobby so you head back to your dorm room. As you were walking back Mei stopped at a vending machine to get a couple snacks for the dorm so you two could have a movie night. You waited as she inserted her money, clicking which snacks you both liked to buy them. As she was stuffing the snacks in her bag zipping it up, a student screamed “FIGHT”. You looked over seeing a crowd forming and walked over to see what was happening. Bullying your way to the front you saw Miles on top of John, pounding John's blood stricken face damn near permanently into the floor. Your eyes enlarged at the sight. Miles was clearly irate, and from the looks of it, had no plans of stopping. A security guard quickly ran in and grabbed miles off John's limp body. Miles spit at John, yelling something at him in Spanish that you couldn’t hear over the commotion. You looked at John's body, seeing him look almost unconscious as he coughed violently and rested on his elbows, trying to catch his breath. You gaped at Miles, shock written all over your face. His chest rose and fell quickly as he looked around the room seeing all the people watching. His eyes stopped as they met yours, his gaze softening slightly before he looked away. A huff fell from his lips as he was dragged to the principal's office. He jerked his arm away, muttering something about how he knew how to walk.

John had to be sent to the hospital.

Miles was in the principal's office, sitting silently as John's parents screamed at the principal while Miles’s mother sat next to him upset. “My child is a great kid! And how is he supposed to feel safe in this school anymore knowing this can happen again, huh?” John's mom spewed mindlessly, ranting about how she was going to press charges. Miles scoffed, causing Rio to look at him with a look of “watch your mouth before I watch it for you.” He just looked down at his hands in his lap.

Miles walked out of the classroom to head back to his shared dorm. He couldn’t get out of his mind what John had done to you. As vague as your response was, he knew more had happened between you and John. He didn’t know why it bothered him so deeply, it wasn't even really his business. He knew the thought of someone being touched like that made him upset, but he felt pure outrage from this specifically, and he knew deep in his heart it was because it was because it was you who had gone through it.

As much as he hated to admit it, he knew he felt something different for you when he intervened the night the three men attacked you. He almost added three bodies to his belt, for you.

Usually, as bad as it sounds, he would mostly let people get robbed or thrown around in alleyways. He would help occasionally if it sounded gruesome or of dire need for assistance. But he had to save his city from the sinister six, and petty crimes that were bound to happened weren’t the ideal way to do that. But the voice screaming sounded familiar, kinda sounded like you. The thought of you being in danger offset his nerves, and he knew a you were going to a party that night so he went, just to check.

Sure enough.

He stalked you from above the rest of your walk home just to make sure nothing else happened.

He walked into the lobby consumed by his own thoughts, snapping back to reality as he overheard John talking to his friends about how “y/n finally let me hit, she was so tight-”. He paused in his tracks. Ain’ no way acaba de escuchar lo que pensó que hizo. He turned to the direction of John's voice, this was now his business. He walked over, becoming increasingly irate the more John talked about “how much you loved it”. John turned, hearing footsteps approaching alarming quickly. He saw Miles, John knew Miles had heard about what really happened at the party. John scoffed, somewhat anxious he had been caught in his lie and afraid Miles would try to embarrass him in front of his friends. He quickly spoke before Miles even had the chance to say a word,“You ain’ needed here Miles-” John was cut off by a fist colliding with his face, not what he was expecting at all. Johns friends gasped or yelled in shock, Miles didn’t stop though. Miles didn’t even say anything, small grunts of anger being the only thing leaving his lips as John hit the floor. Miles siguan latiendo la mierda fuera de él.

“What you won't even speak huh?” John's mom said, facing Miles. He furrowed his eyebrows at her. “You wanna send my baby boy to the hospital and have no reason why? Why are you picking on my kid huh? You-” “You think your kid is the best thing on Gods green earth”Miles scoffed, cutting her off. “Cause he is, my kid wouldn’t hurt a fly and you-”“your oh so wonderful kid tried to rape a girl then went around yappin’ bout’ how much she enjoyed it.” The room fell silent. The principal eyes went wide, “Uh-Uhm, how about we resume this tommorow-” “well hold on,” Rio spoke for the first time, “My son intervened and helped someone in danger because their son was making girls unsafe in the school? Why is he being punished?” “Well Mrs.Morales we didn’t know that happened-” “so you immediately assumed my son was the cause of this not even getting evidence before?” “Well he did start-” “uhn-uh, their child is making the school more unsafe than Miles ever did. Why aren’t they being scolded for this?”

The principal apologized, saying Miles would be suspended for the rest of the week for starting the fight, but no charges could be pressed to avoid anybody getting into serious trouble.

Miles sat in the passenger seat of his moms car, the leather caressing his skin as he looked out the window. A hushed silence had fallen over the two a while ago. Silence is always worse than actually being screamed at, the anticipation is always so suffocating. “So.. who’s the girl?” His mom said, looking at the road ahead. Miles glanced at her before looking back out the window, “classmate.” She nodded, humming. Rio knew her son, and she knew Miles wouldn’t damn near end a kids life just just for some classmate.

“Ella tiene un nombre?” He sighed lightly, “Y/n.” Rio nodded and hummed again, looking at miles through the corner of her eye. “At some point throughout the week, I expect her over for dinner.” “I don’t even have her number, how is she supposed to know” Rio clicked her teeth and smirked,

“Encontrarás una manera”.

©axeoverblade

Bro this TikTok was js funny to me bc I can see 42!Miles doing exactly that

YOU WOKE UP EARLY THAT MORNING, THE SUNLIGHT PEAKING THROUGH YOUR PINK CURTAINS; as you felt Miles’s grip around your torso. Tight. As always, but then you noticed how his face was quite literally buried in your tits. You were a bit concerned since it didn’t seem like he could breathe properly, but then knowing him he wouldn’t care in this position. Though you still wanted to make sure, “Baby you good?” He hummed in response, making you giggle at his softness in this moment. “Can you breathe like that?” He hummed once more, burying his face impossibly further into your chest. You felt small kisses in The Valley of your breast and his grip around you tighten. You always loved how clingy miles was in the morning, you found it somewhat adorable how your scary boyfriend could be so sweet. You were about to grab your phone from your nightstand to take a picture, before feeling miles pinch you. “Don’t even thimk about it.” You tried to hide your laughter as you heard your boyfriend’s muffled warning through your tits. “Okay okay, your such a baby.”

“Damn straight.”

STU(DATING)

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ pavitr prabhakar

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ when ur studying with pav then 10 minutes later your lips are on his

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ this was requested by @fish-eat-fish

“My brain is liquifying send help” you texted your best friend. “LMFAO I’ll be over soon” pavitr responded almost immediately.

You squealed and kicked your feet knowing damn well you didn’t need help and you just wanted to see him without being weird about it.

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what do you think of the ship/rare pair prowlerbyte? ^^

Oh my gosh, I think it’s absolutely adorable & precious (≧◡≦) ♡

I was going to respond with this alone, but on a whim, I decided to make my first Drabble/pentadrabble!!

I hope you enjoy!

✩⟡∵⋰ ✩⟡ Detection ⟡ Prowlerbyte ✩⟡∵⋰ ✩⟡

✩⟡∵⋰ Synopsis: It’s just a regular day of sending anomalies home, until Margo detects someone new. Even though he wears a face she already knows, she feels they’ve never met before.

✩⟡∵⋰ Content: Fluff, staring rizz lol

✩⟡∵⋰ Wc: ≈ 450+

✩⟡∵⋰ Strawberry sticky (A/N): I apologize for any errors, I literally just wrote this out lol ❀

Spiderbyte can easily find herself encountering a lot of people and things she's never seen before.

Of course this comes through the lovely job of sending anomalies home. Wherever they call home, whatever dimension they belong to, there they will go with her help.

One day, a certain anomalie filters through HQ. Apparently, he got thrashed into another earth and got himself into some trouble. As per usual.

Prepared to send yet another person home, she watches as the caged troublemaker is taken towards the platform that will put him in his correct dimension.

However, as she catches sight of his figure, something seems oddly familiar about it. About him.

Looking closely at them now, Margo pauses in confusion. This person looks like Miles, Earth-1610 Miles, but it's not. He's far from it.

This isn't her Miles and she's only met one. This Miles, drenched in a dark magenta, is permeating a rugged, raw, indelicate and crude energy, one that her Miles has never exuded.

An energy he's never had to.

As he finally reaches the platform, Spiderbyte can't help but acknowledge how calm and unmoving he is. Most anomalies thrash, groan, complain, and try to escape their scarlet ridden cells.

He however, is unmoving. Just as his eyes are now unmoving from her.

With purple cascading down his silhouette, with softly braided hair glistening in the light, cold and pain dressed eyes meet Spiderbyte's gaze, Margo's gaze, clad in darkness and confidence.

Staring at her intently now, slowly eyeing her up and down, Spiderbyte remains in Prowler Miles' vision, almost drinking her in as if he would lose sight of vengance.

Vengeance. A ravishing craving, that sticks close to the Prowler.

Vengance. A sweet and savory treasure every person craves for; longs for, as their hearts cry out for justice they may never receive.

Never looking anywhere else, even as the white mechanical spider above him works to send him home, his eyes remain on her for moments on end.

Only as the spider finishes it's handiwork, does Margo notice the glint in his eyes.

Spiderbyte. His new fascination.

Spiderbyte. The young woman who the Prowler would love to chase down in pursuit of knowledge. Knowledge about who she is, where she's from, what she likes, and what she loves.

He wants to know about her now. He wants to have her now.

"See you 'round." Miles softly grins, with heavy eyes and a mind intent on getting what he wants.

Reading the implications behind his farewell easily, Margo knows she will see him again.

In fact, she's looking forward to it.

She's got a funny habit of interacting with the forbidden, and there's no one to stop her from doing it once more.

Even as Miguel places a hand on her shoulder, and gently says, "Try me, Margo", she knows nothing will stop this Miles from prowling into HQ again, and into her life once more.

agape- nicholas britell

summary: miles is takin down ur braids 

warnings: Grammarly hates me, the patriarchy, a dash of toxic masculinity, miles being a product of that grrah grah boom type masculinity, aave (no im not translating shit for you yall got access to urban dictionary and its not really a warning), i edited it myself so lmk if there are any mistakes

sueñito- little dream, bonito- handsome/ pretty boy, no me importa- i don't care/ it's not important to me

w/c: 1.5 k

reader's black coded cus im black so deal w it <3

i think this something every black boy be needin deep down

“Stop movin, ma” 

“It’s knotty,” 

“You had these in for how long?” 

Silence. 

“There's your answer right there, mama,”  

“Sorry,” 

“Nun to be sorry for, just hold still,” 

Currently sitting on the bathroom floor criss-cross apple sauce, Miles was sitting on the toilet, your head between his knees, while he was taking down the frizzy lemonade braids that barely hugged your scalp anymore. 

“Miles?” 

He hums in response, rat tail comb in one hand, a tub of coconut oil in the other, threading the tail of the comb through the extensions down your back  

“You’re the prettiest boy in all of Brooklyn,” 

“Shut up” 

“Prettiest boy I’ve ever seen,” 

“Nuh-uh,” 

“Fuck you mean ‘nuh uh’? The little freckles all over your cheeks? Cutest things I’ve ever seen, especially how they’re all slightly different shades, like lil polka dots all over your face, gives me a map a’ where to kiss. The little tiny dimple on the left side of your face? Adorable, 10/10, no notes. Also very kissable." He's still now, staring at the back of your head, using bundles strewn over his shoulder, mouth agape. “Them thick and long ass eyelashes? I could stare at ‘em all day, they look like teeny tiny butterfly wings when you rest your eyes.” 

“Shut up,” he whispers, still unmoving, the little dab of coconut oil on his fingers slowly dribbling down his wrist 

“Your mind pretty as hell, too, I like listening to what you have to hear when you let me,” you mumble, pressing tiny kisses into his cargo pant–clad kneecap. 

“Stop doin that shit, ma” 

“What?” 

“Talkin all crazy like that,” 

“I’m not talkin crazy, miles I’m being honest,” 

“You makin me out to be some weak ass lil boy,” 

“Miles.” you turn around abruptly, staring at him dead in the eye. “I’m jus being honest wit you. What's going on?” 

“It’s nothin, ma, turn around”  

“Sueñito. Lemme know what's up,” 

“It’s nothin,” 

You huff, turning around to face the bottom of the sink again. Silence bellows throughout the bathroom, Miles rubbing oil on your braids to detangle them to later drag the comb in once again and throw the discarded hair extension over his shoulder. The only sound between the two of you is the Marvin Gaye spinning on the record player, rooms away, dull basslines thrumming through the apartment. 

“Ion like this,” 

“What?” 

“Whatever jus happened, we talk about what's bothering us,” 

“Ain't nothin botherin me, ma,” 

“Then why you start buggin' the second I get to complimenting you?” 

“Cus ian wit all that girly shit,” 

“Fuck you mean girly shit, I’m jus tryna love up on you Miles,” your nostrils flare as you stare ahead of you.  

“Baby, I’m all for that but–” 

“Miles, did someone tell you boys can't get that?” 

A silence. 

“Baby.” 

“What?” 

“Jus cus you a boy dont mean you don't deserve love,” 

“Aint nobody say allat–” 

“Shut up Ian done,” you say, swiftly turning around and snagging the oil and comb from his hand “jus cus you a boy doesn't mean you don't deserve to feel shit miles. Ion know what it was like wit your last girl, but Ian her. Okay? You allowed to be a person wimme, you know that right?” 

“Ma–” 

“Shut up I still ain't done yet. Miles I’m real, I’m right here. real like you, I promise you I’m not goin nowhere right now,” 

“You done?” 

“Yeah,”  

“C’mere,” he motions to his lap, taking the comb and oil out of your hands and setting them on the tiled floor, laying out the discarded bundles.  

“ ‘s oil all up on my hands” 

“No me importa ma, come up on here,”  

Obeying and wiping the excess coconut oil off your hand, you do. Straddling his lap, and looking into his eyes, examining the twinge of sadness in his eyes. 

“Talk to me, mama,” 

“I want you to know that you deserve love and that you’re allowed to feel some typa way. I want you to talk to me, Miles. I care about you so much and I wanna make sure you’re good. I love hearing you talk, but Ion like havin to beg you to talk to me. I love jus bein in your presence, but I hate feelin like that Miles. I don’t know who told you whatever's going through your head right now but they dead wrong. I wanna know how you be feelin, I wanna know.” 

“Why you even talk like this to me?” 

“Cus I’m your girl, n I like to kiss up on you and love all up on you,” 

At this, he averts his eyes, trying to escape your gaze, his breath audibly speeding up. 

“Mm mm, don't do that Miles. Please breathe,” 

You plead, subconsciously pressing your middle three fingers under his jaw trying to measure his heart rate. Almost as a reflex to hide from you, he shrugs your hand away from under his jaw and pulls his hoodie over his mouth.

“Nah nah, don't hide from me neither,”  

“Ain’t nobody hidin from you,” 

“Jus cus you a boy don’t mean you don't deserve them random ass cuddles, or someone to tie up your durag or wash your hair. It don’t mean you shouldn't get flowers or hugs or them lil hickies behind your ear. Don't mean you not allowed to be sad or mad or wanna cry. Now Ion know who told you or made you feel that way but they dead wrong Miles. You allowed to feel with me,” 

“Ian some lil boy runnin around though, that shit ain't for me,” 

“If you wasn't supposed to feel and acknowledge your feelings, why would you be able to feel them? They there for a reason,” 

Still straddled on his lap, he looks up at you with the tiny leverage you have on him. His eyes are big and doe-like, almost as if he’s scared to make this next step, say this next sentence.” 

“Ion know why,” he mumbles, voice soft and scared. suddenly he’s kissin up on you, gripping anything he can get his hands on, like he’s making up for lost time, lost feelings. It's urgent and a little rough, though his lips are soft and velvety, a twinge of menthol chapstick on them.  

“Yo yo yo, slow down. Ian goin nowhere” you whisper into his mouth, nails gently raking across his neck “ ‘m right here Miles, see?” you ask, guiding his hands to feel on the left side of your chest, right above your heart. “ ‘s my heart under there, I'm right here okay? I’m real, Miles I swear,” 

“You’re real?” he whispers, breath shaky and uneven fisting the thin fabric of your camisole under the evergreen zip-up, in an attempt to feel more of your heart. 

“You allowed to feel your feelings the same way you feel my heart,” 

He still looks astonished, scared, and frozen. suddenly it wasn’t him you were talking to anymore. it was the scared little Brooklyn boy who had all these feelings stored away inside him, unsure of what to do or who to show them to.  

“ ‘m sitting right here miles. I’m your girl, okay? This is real, and you are real,” 

“I’m real?” tears begin to swim in his eyes. 

“You’re real miles. and those feelings in that big heart of yours? Those are real too. And if you let me, I wanna hear all of 'em.”  

His body stills once more against you, a small tear gliding down his cheek. 

“I love you,” 

And then he’s sobbing. 

“Sshh, hey it's okay” you whisper, holding him close to your chest. “I love you so much I can’t hardly breathe when I'm around you. It’s okay and you're okay, Miles. I’m real and this is real and you. You are real.” you mumble into his braids, holding him with the protectiveness of a mother with a small child. 

He just sat there, his head buried in your chest as he cried quietly, letting everything out. You just sat and let him cry and vent through his tears. All the things he had bottled up, discouraged to show to anyone. Sooner or later the tears slow to a stop, his face puffy and hot. 

Gently tugging the ends of his braids, he looks up at you. 

“You feel better sueñito?” you ask, dragging the cuff of your sweater to dry his face and pressing butterfly kisses to his cheeks in its wake. He did nothing but nod lazily, seemingly lighter, and nuzzling his face into your chest. 

“Lemme finish wiping up your face n then you can be all up on me, bonito, okay? 

He just nodded, dropping his head back to rest against the bathroom wall, the half-taken-out braids on your scalp no longer th task at hand. Reaching behind him you grab a baby wipe and swipe the tears and snot off his face, leaving his skin with a glossy finish. Holding his chin up, you look dead in his eyes. 

“You so beautiful Miles.” 

And this time, he nods. 

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Miles (42) telling his uncle ab the person he met, the one he really likes.

“And they’re it, y’know?”

“Like—..”

“Yeah—,”

Miles drags a hand down his face, the scratch of his Uncles record player filling pauses between the smooth music.

“,—I really like ‘em.”

Aaron looks over at him, watching as Miles leans back on the couch.

The older man sniffs, setting his arm to rest on the cushions. “You wanna show ‘em t’ me?”

Miles’ eyes flicked up to meet Aaron’s quick, watching him with a keenly interested eye.

“Like meet ‘em—,”

“,Nah, you fuckin’ idiot, just show a photo.”

“Oh..— You’re not gonna stalk ‘em, are you?”

“How deranged do you think I am?”

He reached to pull out his phone, flicking open his photos app and swiping to the album of you he had saved. He scoffed a laugh.

“I dunno man! I don’ wanna scare ‘em off!”

Handing Aaron the phone, he watched him flick through photos, eyebrows lifting appraisingly.

He looked down at a photo, the same person in all the other ones squishing Miles’ cheeks, kissing him while he smiled through your fingers, blush dusting his squashed cheeks.

He flicked again, and this time it was just you, doing the most mundane looking task he could think of. Simply cutting up ingredients, and when he swiped again, he saw you catch Miles taking photos, your face scrunched in a playful pout and a knife in your hand jokingly waved towards the camera.

He looked up to his nephew again.

“You’re fucked.”

“I know.”

nothing even matters- lauryn hill + d'angelo

sum slight 

warnings: i projected like a bitch in this because im anxious about school starting again, anxiety so like angst if you squint really really hard, fluffy, grammarly edited, lmk if i missed smth

pairings: miles g x shy black reader 

thoughts have an asterisks  (usually*

w/c:  2.24k ish

song lyrics are italicized 

now the skies could fall 

It wasn’t necessarily uncommon for you to panic when a teacher called on you during class. Especially, cold calls. So when third-period English rolled around, a class you typically had no problems in, and Mr. Wilson decided to call on you, your heart stopped. The familiar ice began to flow all through your veins as you gasped, eyes wide, and face on fire. The entirety of the class turned around to face you, your hands now unconsciously playing with your hair, touching your piercings, bouncing your leg, and sinking in your chair. It felt like your chest had both turned cold and dropped all at once, your eyes darting back and forth from Mr. Wilson in the door, *If I bolted now, would they call security?* 

“What prevented Yui from speaking on the phone until the very end?” Mr. Wilson repeats. 

It was a rather simple question, but you couldn’t bring yourself to answer it. To make matters worse, you knew the answer, hell, the answer damn near wanted to roll off your tongue. 

“What prevented Yui from speaking on the phone until the very end?”  

This is the third time he’s asked this question. Your breathing begins to speed up, hot tears begin to prick at your eyes, and you anxiously begin to play with your hands. *I could make it to my dorm, safe and sound with a good five-second head start.*  

“The finality of it.” a voice answers from two seats to your left. “The finality of grief. She thought if she delayed talking on the phone, her daughter would come back. She thought that maybe the news was a mistake, given to the wrong person,” 

“Thank you, Mr. Morales. Moving on,” 

Before you hear the rest of the conversation, you shoot out of your chair, hastily grabbing the bathroom pass, and darting out of the classroom, not even bothering to ask permission.  

Slamming the door to the single-stall restroom, ensuring to lock the door, you sink to the floor, defeated. 

“Stupid, stupid, stupid, it was just a stupid little question you idiot,” You seethe, resting your head on the wall behind you. “Can you not be awkward for a second?” 

The prick of tears you had felt in Mr. Wilson's room, gently poke out of your eyes and down your cheeks, leaving delicate and hot streaks in their wake. 

Three knocks are heard on the door. If you didn’t say anything, they’d probably go away, the blazing red ‘occupied’ was currently displayed on the door’s exterior in the slit of the cool silver lock.  

“Hello?” 

Don’t move. Don’t say a word. They’ll go away. 

“I saw you run in here,” 

Shit. Someone saw, a whole class of people saw you freeze up like a deer caught in headlights, as if you aren’t almost 16 years old.  

“Right, you’re not a talker,” 

Embarrassment heats you like a furnace and you bury your head in your hands.  

“I’m Miles if that’s any help,” 

His voice is firm, calm, cool, collected, and kind of nonchalant. Almost comforting to be spoken to without someone using the voice, as if you were stupid.  

“Can you come out? It’s weird talking to a bathroom door,” 

Still glued to your place on the floor, you dig your nails into your palms. 

“That’s fine, I get it,” 

You felt bad, he was just being nice, right? 

“Do you want me to stay out here? Can you like knock once for no and twice for yes?” 

Timidly, you knock twice on the door. 

“Cool. I don’t really talk, either, but I’ll just sit here.” 

Very slowly you scooch over to your side of the door and press your back against it, tucking your knees under your chin. You can hear his soft and abrupt laugh from the other side of the door, he undoubtedly saw the slightest bit of your shadow. 

You both just sit like that, for about ten minutes. You enjoyed the silence and the feeling that you weren’t alone, and having someone just felt nice. From what it felt like, he wasn’t judging you, at least you didn’t think. 

Pushing yourself off the floor and making your way to the sink, you lightly splash cold sink water onto your face and thoroughly wash your hands, scrubbing your knuckles as if you could scour everything away and leave an empty canvas; one that could be painted with bright colors, happiness, flowers, and extroversion. It doesn’t work. Defeated, you sigh and pat your raw hands with scratchy brown paper towels and unlock the door. 

You’d never really seen him before, or at least not fully registered his presence. 

“Tight braids,” he mumbles. Subconsciously you tug at the tail ends of your cornrows in hand and blush. 

“Thanks,” you whisper. And then he’s gone to god knows where. 

not even if my boss should call  

It had been several months since ‘the incident’, which is what the two of you called it, and life had moved on. You and Miles had gotten to be really good friends, which worked out in your favor because now teachers would pair the two of you together without question, so neither of you had to deal with people you didn’t like. This particular project was for art class, the two of you were to study the object permanence of urban life. This project had been assigned for two months, the concept the two of you came up with was standing side to side on a corner each day for the past two months. As the term had slowed down to a close, you and Miles were stationed at his desk, editing, with the help of youtube and a school-issued Photoshop account. 

“That corner looks a different color than this one, Miles,” 

“I think it's supposed to,” 

“Oh, the light distribution?” 

“Yeah, at least I’m pretty sure,” 

“Miles!” his mother shouted, walking into his room while adjusting the thin gold chain that adorned her neck. “I’m going to work, call me if you need anything, ¿entiendes?” 

“Have a good shift, Mrs. Morales,” your voice barely above a whisper. Not wanting to pressure you into repeating anything, the two of you had gotten to know each other the past few months, she raised her eyebrows, smiled, and looked at Miles for help. 

“Have a good shift, Mamá,” 

“Ah, thank you. Bye, Miles, I see you later, yes?” 

“Sí, Ma, I love you,” 

“I love you too,” and with a quick wave, she’s off and out the door. 

Returning your attention to the laptop on his desk, you rest your head on your hand, slowly drinking in your surroundings. It wasn’t like you had never been into Miles’ room before, oh no, you’d seen it, just not as in detail as you see it now. He didn’t have as many tchotchkes as what would have been expected for someone his age. Instead, there was a pretty decent collection of sneakers and shoes, mostly Jordans, Adidas top tens, or Timberlands. You liked that there were shoes instead of trinkets. Tilting your head to the side, you look at him with a certain intensity.  

the world it seems so very small  

It wasn’t like you hadn’t realized Miles was attractive in the time that the two of you spent together, because you definitely did. It was hard not to notice, but you thought it would just go away. You were just friends. That’s all. Although you indubitably wanted more, you also wanted to keep your friend. The friend that had an astounding amount of patience with you, waiting until you spoke up just enough for the fast food worker to hear you or ordering for you with no questions asked, nudging or signaling you to speak up during class, and would only repeat what you’d say if the teacher had asked you to repeat what you had said more than three times. Three was the limit with you. If it didn’t work by three, it wouldn’t work, period. 

And, maybe it’s just the fact that he genuinely had the patience to get to know what made you anxious and what didn’t, but you were attracted to him. To the point where his room, the very room you were in now, that smelled completely normal–peppermint, sandalwood, and some sort of cologne musk you’d recognized from him– felt like another world. Like you were transported to somewhere that the two of you just existed, and that here in whatever limbo, whatever dimension, there was nothing odd or strange about you. You were just you, funny, smart, artistic, and a reader, you weren’t that freak who couldn’t talk. You were just you. 

You’d felt a little bad, though. Were you being codependent? Was your presence too much for him? That’s what scared you the most, that secretly you were his little charity case that he wanted to nurse back to health, to normalcy, and that the friendship you’d so easily cultivated wasn’t real. 

Was it a friendship though? You’d been conscious of the way that he looked at you at times, especially that one time in the rain, when you had a newspaper that you’d swiped from the bodega covering your braids, whereas he had a regular rain jacket. He looked like he had just watched the first flower of spring bloom, his mouth was fighting a smile, dimples deepening the slightest bit. But, you were also the one noticing the way he looked at you. You were noticing each other, and that scared you. 

Bringing yourself back to the moment, grounding yourself, you turn to look at Miles’ now distracted figure. Sure, he was still looking at the pictures for your project, but he wasn’t really doing anything. Just looking. Was he looking at you? What would it have mattered if he was? The two of you were friends, nothing more nothing less. 

But the way you were looking at him now though, you could be sure that this was not how friends looked at each other. You were almost inspecting him, the very small, barely noticeable, gold studs in his ears, and the thin yet durable gold chain around his neck. His chain basically matched Rio’s, and admittedly, you thought it was cute, sweet even. That this boy who mainly spoke in clear and concise sentences, the boy who had a cold wall up, matched chains with his mom. You’d wondered about it, the chain, you never really pegged him for a jewelry kind of guy, more like a hair clip jewelry if anything. You’d been wrong, but you didn’t mind it. Not this time. 

Suddenly, you weren’t in control of your movements at all, you had found yourself timidly reaching out to touch his necklace. It was pretty. And definitely overstepping a boundary. Or so you thought? He didn’t really react, other than slightly raising his head in acknowledgment. 

“It was my dad's,” oh. He never really spoke about his dad or what happened to him. “It matches my mom’s chain.” 

“That's really sweet,” 

You had just now realized how close the two of you were, your face practically in front of his shoulder. You could smell him. Today wasn’t a cologne kind of day, more like a clean day. He smelled like hair oil, and a bit like rosemary. It was intoxicating. 

Instantaneously he jolts his head to the side, not expecting you to be right there 

“Hey– oh. Hi.” 

The air around the two of you changes, and you begin to study his face. Like, really study his face. The subtle underline of his cheekbones, the slight curvature of his cupid's bow, and the width of his nose. It wasn’t like his nose was oddly shaped, it seemed oddly symmetrical, in fact. Like both ends resemble the arc of a pair of parenthesis.

He slowly begins to lean in, very slowly, his breathing erratic and uneven. Sitting up, slowly you look at him quizzically. 

“You’re breathing weird” you whisper, only this time, you’re not anxious about talking out loud. This time, it’s a genuine whisper, a whisper with an inkling of tranquility, softness; peace. You hadn’t felt peace in so long. 

Miles continues to lean in, eyes darting in between your eyes and your lips. Oh, how he adored your lips, the gentle scent of strawberry from your chapstick, how they were barely two-toned, just slightly different shades of pink. How your bottom lip was bigger than the top lip, how there was always a small recoil after you had been biting your lips. 

It felt as if you were floating on a hazy euphoric cloud, you weren’t worried about your next move, or the next thing you were going to say. Softly, you bring your hand to rest on the left side of his collarbone. It jumped out slightly at the very end, but it was a delicate asset he had, gentle bone structure barely noticeable under the loose black tee he was wearing. 

“Your heart,” you croak “I can feel your heart.” 

At this point, the two of you were inches apart, halted, waiting for the other to make the next move. A small and genuine smile plays at the corner of his lips. 

“I can feel your breath” he whispers. 

The gap between the two of you closes, your hand still resting on his chest, his cradling your right cheek.

cause nothing even matters at all

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“Huh, you sound British.”

pairings : e-42 miles morales x black fem!reader

summary : Being a new student is already hard, just imagine being British in high school within Brooklyn.

warnings : I put a slash between the difference of American and British words so no one is confused since I’m not actually American myself.

Switching from an English secondary school to an American high school was not something that you could say you were actually excited for.

But yet here you are sitting in your mothers car listening to ‘Bonfire’ by Childish Gambino, trying not stress over being in a totally new environment.

“Okay, we’ve arrived.” Your mum/mom said rubbing the back of your shoulder.

“I’m gonna go now, I love you.” You sigh.

“I love you too but get your arse out this car so your not late please!”

You laugh whilst unbuckling your seatbelt and getting out of the car walking towards the entrance.

Once you enter your immediately overwhelmed with the amount of loud new accents filtering the air. I mean sure you had been in New York for a few days before being introduced to the school but that doesn’t mean you were used to the variety of accents.

Making your way towards the principals office you ended up lost and having to scout the help of one your new peers.

Looking to your left you spot a fairly handsome guy with two cainrows/cornrows going down his neck, sharp jaw, and very plumed lips.

Damn, guess NYC ain’t that bad after all.

Tapping his shoulder you timidly ask “Sorry to disturb you but do you think your could show me to the principals office.”

He looked you up and down for a good thirty seconds before his focus finally set on your face.

“Huh, you sound British.”

“I mean I am from London.” You deadpan.

“Sure I’ll take you, c’mon.”

He takes off swiftly leaving you trailing behind him.

Once you finally reach the principals office

he stops and looks you dead in the eye tilting his head which ultimately makes you cast your gaze down to the floor.

“I’m Miles but I never caught your name.”

You look up and end up locking eyes.

“I’m Y/N” You smile downward.

“We’ll Y/N ion know much about British people but I hope we can get to know each other a bit more…”

And with that he walked away leaving you at the door of the principal.

Now all you have to is KNOCK.

————————

Getting halfway through the day was particularly easy except from the bombardment of questions from people you don’t even know.

Asking things about Britain like you were the Queen (R.I.P Queen Lizzy) It was like they had never heard of Google before.

Fortunately a group of girls adopted you into their circle and you were currently sitting with them at lunch.

“So how’s your day been except y’know all the weird questions?” One girl asks with a chuckle.

“We’ll it’s been a bit annoying relearning the stuff I’ve already done which by the way don’t you think it’s a bit weird that you guys do algebra for like a whole year. In England once we finish a topic we move onto the next.” You ramble with a sigh.

“Eh I mean I guess but it’s not anything new for us. Anyways since being here, have you caught your eye on anyone yet?” Another girl answers and questions.

“We’ll there was this one guy but I haven’t spotted him again since he dropped me off at the Principal’s.”

Some girls squeal in excitement at a new potential crush to gossip about.

“He was quite fit actually and he had these two braids going down. He gave a really good conversation on the way their actually.” You finish off going back to your food nonchalantly.

There must be a shift in the air because the table of girls stopped talking until someone pipes up.

“Your not talking ‘bout Miles Morales are you?!” She squeaks with widened eyes.

“We’ll yeah he said his name was Miles but he didn’t give his surname/lastname.”You start to nod.

“No way! Girls have been trying to get with him ever since we got to the school but he’s always cold and quiet around people who aren’t his friends. Girl you are so lucky.” She blurts out.

“We’ll I’m sure he was just being nice, I mean I am new.” You defend.

And with that Miles Morales walks past your table trailing behind his friends he gives a smirk and waves towards you.

Yeah, I guess you are lucky…very lucky!

hiii, can i request a e-42 miles morales where he just wants to be comforted but he’s that miles so obviously he doesn’t want to admit it and puts up a strong facade in front of reader but she knows what’s up. thank you!!

— After Dark

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

summary ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ you have come to know miles so much that you know when he is stressed and in much need of comforting even when he tries to act tough in front of you.

warnings ✧˖ ° angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, kissing, miles is our baby boy and needs to be held, cuddling, you being a good partner.

m. list, main m.list.

translations ✧࿓☾ bonito: handsome/or pretty boy, (mi) princesa: (my) princess, cariño: dear, amor: love, te amo tanto: i love you so much, mi angelito: my little angel.

a/n . . ◟੭ hey, sweet anon! i felt this request in my heart while writing it, hope you enjoy!

you were awaken in the middle of the night by the creak! of your window as it was forced open, you flopped back down from your sitting position after realizing who the intruder was. your boyfriend, miles morales.

"bonito, what are you doing here?" you asked him, you felt exhausted and when you looked at the clock on your nightstand you noticed you had only slept for an hour.

"sorry for waking you, princesa." he apologized, then sat on the end of your bed just examining your face. he did this often, but now there was something off with him.

"what's wrong?" you sat back up, and moved until you were kneeling on your bed right in front of him, taking his head in between your hands.

"nothing, mami." he shook his head, a small smirk making its way to his face as he looked you up and down.

the covers had come off when you moved towards him and in the process revealing your pijama shorts along with the pijama cami top.

"miles, don't play with me." you warned which wiped the smirk off his face. "tell me what's up with you."

"it's nothing, cariño. don't worry about it." he dismissed once again.

"mhm..." you hummed, then proceeded to get off your bed to kneel on the floor. grabbing his feet, one by one, you took off his jordans. you put them to the side neatly and stood back up, unzipping your boyfriend's jacket while he just observed then you took that off too and since he doesn't like sleeping with a shirt on you took it off of him.

"come on," you said getting in bed once again and grabbing his hands, pulling him up the bed which he obliged to.

he laid under the covers with you, between your legs with his head on your chest as you ran your hand up and down his back trying to bring as much comfort to him as you could.

it was silent for what felt like hours and you couldn't figure out if he was sleeping or not because of how relaxed his breathing had become, but you had your answer when he spoke up again.

"it's my mom,”

you stayed silent, wanting him to continue at whatever pace he would like to.

"she keeps working overnight shifts and i know she is doing all of that to provide for me, but it hurts me so much to see her work herself so hard like that. it makes me feel like a burden to her, because if it wasn't for me she wouldn't have to do that." he took a shaky breath, pausing.

once again you remained silent, not pushing him to continue.

"when she comes home she looks so tired and she doesn't even sleep that much because she immediately starts worrying about how i didn't eat properly and if my clothes are washed or some other stuff and it just makes me feel like shit seeing her like that and all because of me." he finishes.

you waited just in case he had something else to say before you said anything, when he didn't you took his head in your hands making him look up at you. you wanted him to look you in the eye as you spoke.

"miles morales, you're not a burden to your mother." you stated, loud and clear. the thought that your parents might hear you did not go through your head. "she works like that not only because she is raising a child all on her own and has to take care of him because she loves him so much, more than anything in this world. she also works like that so that she can be able to provide for herself. she works like that because she is a strong, beautiful and independent woman who others can not compare to. miles, you're her son, of course she would do all of that and more for you because the love of a mother is something that is unrivaled."

you took a deep breath. "if tia morales had considered you a burden, don't you think that she would've given you up to some child system or whatever? but she hasn't and would never do it, i know she wouldn't. she loves you just like you love her."

miles was looking at you, eyes watery but only one tear came out before he wiped it off, breaking eye contact as he did this. he buried his head on your chest for a moment.

"so if you ever feel like a burden again, just remind yourself that she loves you and that she also needs to do that for herself. okay, amor?" you asked.

miles lifted his head up, nodding.

"no, i want you to say it for me." you told him.

"okay." he said.

"i love you, did you know that?" you smiled down at him.

"yes and i love you too, mi princesa." he smiled back and pulled himself further up on top of you until he was on eye level with you. "te amo tanto," he kissed your forehead. "the love of my life," he kissed your right cheek. "my one and only." he kissed your left cheek. "my happiness." he kissed your nose. "mi angelito." he kissed your mouth.

you smiled into the kiss, and kissed him back before pulling away. "i'll always be here for you." you told him.

"i know." he smiled, full teeth showing which was rare, then kissed you again.

life was perfect when he was with you.

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SUPER SHY 3/3

Pairing: Miles 42! X Black Shy Plussize Fem Reader!

Warnings: A little angsty, Rusty spanish

Tags: @aaliyahwalkshere @missmyluv @slutforneteyam @alex110370000 @decapitatedyoshi @gemma42 @mama-2001 @mxa13xx

Summary: First Date with Miles…lets see how this goes will it be a success or will it not go so well stay tuned to find out.You also meet Miles's mother

A/N: The end to the Super Shy series, this was a lot of fun to write and I'm happy all of you enjoyed the first two so I hope you guys enjoy this one!!, also I apologize if it's long I really got into it, Miles is 17 he has a whipski, I was jamming while writing this, that is why so many songs are in the listed. Request me some new suggestions for anyone in astv, This is the end of my Rambling ENJOY my luvs!! pt.1 pt.2

You were shocked at what Miles just said to you, you didn’t expect him to be direct about wanting to take you out. You were in your head speechless, not sure what to say. Miles broke the silence.

“Give me your number, I don’t like that dm shit and you don't deserve to be dmed date information”. He explained

“My number is (XXX-XXX-XXXX)” You say looking at your phone. 

“Okay imma text you when I get home” Miles announced.

“Actually text me when you’ve made it home it's unsafe out here” You reply, receiving a smile from Miles.

“I will mamita” He says before walking off, you enter your apartment thinking about everything that just happened between you and Miles. You notice your mom looking at you as soon as you come in.

“Hmm..you seem happier than usual”. Your Mom exclaimed

“Yeah I'm going on a date tomorrow with Miles!” You blurt out smiling hard.

“TELL ME EVERYTHING” Your mom shouts, sprinting to the couch, motioning you to come over to spill the beans about everything that went down. 

***

Miles makes it home immediately apologizing to his Mom before she shouts at him.

“Lo siento, llego tarde sin enviarte un mensaje de texto mami(Sorry, I'm late without texting you mommy), I was walking a girl home.” Miles apologized, after he apologized he saved your number as ‘mamita 😩🫶🏽’texting you that he was home.

“The girl you've been talkin my ear off about?” Uncle Aaron asks, Mrs. Morales looks at Uncle Aaron confused on what she was hearing”.

“¿A mi hijo le gusta una niña?(Does my son like a girl)?” Mrs. Morales asks,surprised. Miles looked at them, sucking his cheeks in to hide that he was about to smile.

“Yes, it is the girl I've been talking your ear off about, I would be lying if I said I didn’t like her and her name is Y/N”. Miles announced looking at Uncle Aaron and his Mother, it was quiet for two seconds. 

Mrs. Morales and Uncle Aaron stare at each other “TELL US EVERYTHING”. They shout startling Miles.

“Okay Okay, at the start of the walk it was very quiet for 5 minutes because she's shy, I didn't want to bombarded her with question so I used my context clues, I noticed she was listening to music so I asked her what she was listening to, she told me I told her to play it out loud so we both can listen to it. I started singing the song mad loud so she can feel a little more comfortable. She started singing which made me smile because she felt comfortable singing wit me, I started dancing because why not. After that, we started talking about music then it got you know…” Miles stopped talking 

“Vamos hijo cuéntanos(come on son tell us),It got you know what?!” Mrs. Morales exclaimed

“ItgotkindaflirtyfromtherebasicallyshegotshyonmeandIdecidedtodothatmovewhereyouputyourfingerundertheirchintomakethemlookatyouandiaskedherificantakeherouttmomorowbecauseIwassocaughtupinthemoment”. Miles rambled, smiling awkwardly at Uncle Aaron and Mrs.Morales wondering if he did the right thing. They both look at eachother nodding their heads.

Aaron está creciendo con nosotros(Aaron he's growing up on us), this is so exciting my son is so good with girls”. Mrs.Morales says giving Miles the biggest bear hug.

“Ayyyy mami” Miles says, chuckling awkwardly looking at Uncle Aaron waiting for his comment.

“You got play little man me and your mother taught you well”. Uncle Aaron says giving Miles a high five”

“Wait, where are you going to take her?” Mrs. Morales asks looking down at her son

“To be honest I had the plan to take her to a record store then an arcade because she likes music and arcades are always fun”. Miles states looking up at his mom.

“You really took some time to think about this”. Mrs. Morales says proud of her son.

“What you know about record stores Miles?” Uncle Aaron asks.

“The amount of old Black movies I've watched with you Uncle Aaron and it's always a romantic space”. Miles explained shrugging his shoulders. Uncle Aaron nodded his head proud.

“Yeah I got high hopes for you kid” Uncle Aaron states.

“eres tan perfecto que sabes que(you’re so perfect you know that?). You better treat her right Miles”. Mrs. Morales states

“Hes fine Rio he got this right?”. Uncle Aaron asks reassuring Mrs. Morales

“Of course I do Uncle Aaron, and of course I will mami she deserves it” Miles says fist bumping his Uncle.

“Whipped” Uncle Aaron says chuckling, Miles rolled his eyes chuckling.

“Mami, can she also come over tomorrow just in case?” Miles asks, she was shocked for a second.

“Yes she can just leave the door open hijo, but I'm gonna go to bed to get a few hours in before my shift” she says Kissing Miles' forehead.

“buenas noches mami” Miles says.

“Beuenas noches, mi amor, and Goodnight Aaron”. Mrs Morales replies.

“Goodnight Rio” Uncle Aaron says waving at Rio, While Miles was on his phone texting You the details.

‘be ready at 6:30 that's when Imma come pick you up ma?’ 

‘okay, is it any dress code?’

‘nah ma dress to impress or wear what you feel like fits you gon look good either way’

‘boy stop 🙄’

‘What i’m telling the truth hermosa 🤷🏽’

‘I also asked my mom if you can come over tmr after our date’ 

‘so we boutta go out then have a sleepover i'm down with that 👏🏾’ 

‘Good’

‘but i’m boutta go to bed goodnight Miles 🫶🏾’

‘Buenas noches mami 🫶🏽’ 

***

The next day at school was light, you and Miles walked to every class with each other and your friends. The one class he didn’t walk you to, you and  your friends were gossiping about him.

“Girl what happened during that walk yall real locked in” Aaliyah says crossing her fingers.

“Man he asked me on a whole ass date in the most like omg way I wanted to kiss his fine ass”. You say rolling your eyes.

“Damn it was that good?” Ocean asks

“Yeah he made me really comfortable, because it was quiet for a bit. I played my music out loud and he started singing. I joined him, and we spoke about music. I got shy because he said he liked my smile in SPANISH and then he asked me out. You explained.

“Nah yeah thats your man” Aaliyah stated entering the gym seeing Miles with his homeboys playing ball, you guys sit on the bleachers watching.

“Ugh I don't want to go to Biology” You scoff

“Then don’t go, stay in the gym”. Aaliyah says shrugging, you were watching the basketball game noticing Miles coming over.

“Oh shit your man coming”. Ocean states the obvious

“Hola Mami, shouldn't you be in class?” He asked 

“Why you clocking me?” You say jerking your head back, he chuckled at what you said, surprised.

“Since when you skipped class?I'm just making sure my girl don’t get detention”. He explains, you scrunch your nose trying not to smile.

“I'm your girl now?” You ask

“You will be soon,” He says, smirking , getting close to your frame.

“Actually I'm gonna skip with you, give me 5 minutes to finish bussin they ass then we can slide mami”. He states giving you a smile, you nod your head watching him bounce the ball running back to the court. You were kinda winded. He made you shyer than what you already were.

“I know its purring down there” Ocean laughs 

“Nah wrd you flustered as hell”. Aaliyah adds

“Oh shut up” You say falling deeper for him, the way the compression shirt accentuated his body did something to you, the way he towered over you made you weak, his brown skin glistened whenever you saw him.

“She's in a trance yall seein this' ' Ocean looks at the fake cameras.

“Okay but we're gonna go to class to give you and your man some space” Aaliyah states, collecting her things while Ocean waves at you before they leave. You believe they were psychics because Miles jogged back over to you.

“You wanna shoot around?”. He asks

“Uhh I don’t really do basketball, I'm just a girl”. You say tilting your head .

“I'll teach you”. Miles says, spinning the ball on his finger, you roll your eyes.

“Okay show off!” You say chuckling, walking to the court. Miles stood behind you positioning your hands, under his shooting the ball making it in the hoop.

“See now, try by yourself”. He says holding your waist sending a shiver down your spine. You smile to yourself shooting the ball making it in the hoop.

“Okayyyy mamita I see you lets a play a game called horse the first person to spell horse basically by missing five shots loses” He says bouncing the ball

“Bet what's in this for the winner?” You ask with a smirk

“I don’t know you tell me” He smirks right back at you 

“Maybe a lil cheek kiss” You say being bold, Miles looks at you amused.

“Im jacken that (meaning he can get down with that). He says making a score.

“Your turn ma” He says passing you the ball, you roll your eyes dribbling the ball shooting it in the hoop scoring. This went on for 20 minutes, you only missed 4 times while Miles missed 3. You score another basket feeling yourself.

“Nothin but net baby!” You say flipping your hair snapping in his face.

“You mad cute” He says shooting making it in again, you shoot  making it. Miles misses his next shot.

“One more miss shot and you lose!!” You say making your shot, Miles mocked you shooting and missing.

“WHAT THAT SPELL H-O-R-S-E YOU LOSE!!” You shout proud of yourself.

“Sus inicios suerte,(It's beginner's luck), it's ok because you’re adorable lemme give you that cheek kiss mama”. Miles says grinning.

“Not if you can’t catch me”. You say running off, Miles groans chasing after you laughing your ass off. You look behind, seeing him catch up to you.

“Damn you run fast!”. You shout

“Duh I play basketball” Miles says sarcastically rolling his eyes, he catches up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist swaying you back and forth, kissing your cheek. The both of you stayed there catching your breaths. You smile to yourself, loving this moment until Miles starts tickling your sides.

“MILES STOP” You shout, laughing. Miles laughs with you because your laugh is really contagious. Laughter filled up the gyms absence of other students besides you two catching the gym teacher's attention from outside the gym

“Shouldn’t you two be in class, especially you Morales. We don’t want you getting detention when you have to be at practice later” The gym teacher spat.

“Yeah Morales” You say mockingly looking at Miles.

“Oh your not off the hook either Ms.Y/L/N” The gym teacher adds

“Yeah Ms.Y/L/N but we’re in study hall block we just don’t have any work to work on so we came to play some ball Coach Edwards” Miles explains.

“Okay just get back to the main class rooms before another teacher catches you before letting you off the hook lovebirds I was a teenager once two’. Mr. Edwards states leaving you two alone.

“He's right, let's go to the art room, it's always empty there right about this time” You state while getting your stuff.

“Aight lemme just throw this ugly ass uniform in my bag” He says getting his stuff together, you two walk to the art room being as quiet as possible not wanting to be caught. You guys sat down talking about nothing sharing headphones, that's your thing now, you learned Miles had a hobby of drawing from time to time.

“You wanna know something” You ask him

“What's up ma” He answers, giving you all of his attention.

“I would never think me and you would be talking”. You say shyly

“Why?” He says concerned.

“Because I would never think you would notice me because of the girls that constantly throw themselves at you  and the friends you have.” You explain

“Those girls don’t do it for me, they want attention so bad that they do anything to get it but you, you had my eye since day one. I just don’t understand why you're so shy, you have all rights to be outgoing, there is nothing wrong with you. I'm not saying there is” He responds. You go immediately quiet after his statement.

“What’s wrong mamita?” Miles asks, you didn’t answer him, you sat there in silence. 

“Está bien mamita, te escucharé(It 's okay mamita i’ll listen to you)” He says sincerely, you felt  comfortable enough to tell him what’s wrong. 

“I don’t like when people say there’s nothing wrong with me when they notice i’m shy or know i’m shy like, ok yeah im pretty but me being pretty doesn’t mean I have to be the loudest person in the room. it bothers me because maybe I don’t want to be popular having all the  attention for my looks and not for the person I am, then having boys only want you because of your status and the way your body looks, and not having them really like you, and everytime I find myself distancing myself away or pushing others away because  they fail to realize im human as well because i'm shy, Im- Im sorry miles. You rambled, Miles looked at you feeling horrible about what he said. 

“Mírame mamá déjame decirte algo,(look at me mama let me tell you something) I'm not one of those people who obviously don ‘t see you for who you are. I see you for Y/N, from the shyness, from the fire ass shoe game you got, from the giggles I hear when your with your friends, from when you’re quiet in class smiling to yourself listening to music, The Y/N that isn’t just a body, the Y/N that likes music, the Y/N that has a great time singing songs at the top of her lungs. Yeah I only walked you home, played horse with you, and only maybe started at you in class in the hallways but I saw so much personality in the little things. You will never have to distance yourself from me. I'm here to make you feel comfortable. You’re a beautiful soul to me” Miles stated looking at you. 

You felt loved and seen, looking at Miles' beautiful brown eyes as the sun gleamed on his skin just right as you were sitting next to a window, you felt speechless, you tried to talk but nothing came out. Miles smiled at you wanting to risk it all. You two were interrupted by the bell signaling it was time to go home. 

You met up with your friends smiling like an idiot. They look at you, then at Miles, then at each other. They wanted to know everything.

“Okay mami I can't walk you home due to practice but imma see you later” Miles says giving you a hug before walking to the gym.

“You have to tell us everything!” Aaliyah exclaimed.

***

You and your friends were at your house playing music helping you get ready for your date with Miles. You were in the shower while they were in your room suggesting things you should wear.

“I personally think you should wear a skirt boo show that bawdy baby” Ocean suggests 

“No I agree it's like 90 degrees” Aaliyah agrees

“I MEAN YEAH I'LL WEAR A SKIRT” You say shouting from the bathroom.

“But it's up to your comfortability” Aaliyah states.

“No i'm okay with a skirt it's hot as hell” You say coming out of the bathroom picking out your outfit.

“Okayyy i'm happy you showing your bawdy it's too hot for the baggy jean Y/N” Ocean says 

“Yeah we don’t want you suffocating” Aaliyah adds

“YOO ITS 6:00 HURRY UP” Ocean shouts, startling you.

“Damn okay” You say chuckling, getting dressed and admiring yourself. You’ve never worn a skirt in a long time, the last time you did you felt uncomfortable but around Miles he made you feel so comfortable to do anything or wear anything around him. You take a deep breath before doing a 360 for your friends. The finished look with your hair done, fit, and shoes(Or you can keep the mary jeans like in the picture).

“Girl when did you get your belly pierced”. Aaliyah asked 

“I got it done during the winter” You reply

“YOU NEVER TOLD US??” Ocean shouts.

“Nah I thought y'all would see it someday” You shrug 

“No but you look good as fuck” Aaliyah exclaims 

“AHHH thank you what time is it” You ask

“You really do. I love this moment for you. I'm really happy for you and it's 6:45” Ocean replies.

“Thank you guys!!” You say holding your arms open. They get up giving you a big bear hug,

“I'm happy for you baby”. Aaliyah says, While you and your friends were having a moment, your Mom heard a knock at the door answering it. She saw Miles with 2 bouquet’s of flowers in his hand.

“Hi Ms.Y/M/L/N Im Miles, these are for you and is Y/N ready?”  her gaze softens at Miles handing her the flowers still holding one for you.

“Yes she is, I'll call her Y/N MILES IS HERE FOR YOU”. Your mom shouts. You and Your friends' eyes widen shuffling to get out of your room. They walk out of your room first to give you the floor, you walk down the stairs like the bad bitch you’re. Your friends snap as you walk down  the stairs and your mom is looking at you with the biggest smile on your face. Was Miles shy fuck yes was he going to tell you that hell no. He saw you walk down the stairs gulping mumbling to himself. You finally come into close contact with him smelling his cologne, seeing the flowers in his hand.

“te ves hermosa mamá(you look beautiful), these flowers are for you” Miles stated looking you up and down making you shy.

“Awe thank you these are beautiful you didn’t have to Miles” You say looking at the flowers like you haven't seen them. the carnations, mixed with other flowers, the aesthetic of them were so beautiful, you weren't a flower person but he just made you into one. You put them in the vase right by the door.

“No, I definitely had to how am I supposed to take you out on our first date without a grand gesture. First times are always supposed to be special, beautiful”. Miles says tilting his head, not being able to keep his eyes off of you. You swear you could fall to your knees how he was looking at you.

“Yo-You are something else truly” You say smiling.

“Mhm and you love it ready to go?” Miles asks.

“Of course, see you guys tomorrow!!” You say while giving your mom and your friends hugs. 

“HAVE FUN, BUT NOT TOO MUCH FUN”. Your mom shoes while you're already out the door. You and Miles were in a comfortable silence walking out of your apartment to his car.

“I meant what I said when I said you look beautiful”. Miles breaks the silence making you smile.

“Thank you I could say the same about you, you smell good. I love the hair, and your outfit is gaza. Did you get it your hair done for this specific occasion?” You ask 

“Maybe maybe not, you did  wear a skirt for this occasion”. Miles replied callin your ass out.

“YEAHHH you're done” You say rolling your eyes. Miles chuckles, unlocking the car as it was in arms reach, you reach for the passenger side hearing a smack of the teeth.

“Nah you betta not this is my job now” He says opening the door for you were shocked, he closed the door walking around to the drivers side. Y'all didn't go anywhere yet and you were already smiling like an idiot.

“Thank you Miles.” You says shyly

“No problem mami that's what a man is supposed to do for their girl” Miles says starting the car pulling off, he hands you the aux. You connect your phone playing Heated by Beyonce, feeling yourself as you felt beautiful, Miles looked over a few times smiling as you were having fun

You sang along with Beyonce “Nevеr met a girl so fine like this, no, no, no, no, no With a waist that wine like this, my love”

Miles smirks at you “You right never met a girl as fine as you”. He says winking at you. You roll your eyes, chuckling, continuing to sing the song.

You start fanning yourself off as Beyonce says, body rolling enjoying yourself Miles looks over, shocked as you were letting loose.

“Get it mama!” He shouted hyping you up, you laughed looking at him.

“I know my life can get so crazy but as long as you're right here” You sing.

“None of the gossip, nothing can stop us

I wanna love you with no fears” Miles sings right after.

“Close your eyes and take my hand 'Cause what we have is something special, Baby let's just take our chance” The both of you sing together, for the rest of the car ride you and Miles were listening to music. Miles suddenly parked and you were lost in your thoughts.

“We’re here hermosa” Miles announced, looking over at you. You nod your head about to get out of the car when you notice miles was already opening the door for you.

“You’re such a gentleman” you say getting out the car, Miles locked the car and you looked ahead of you. It was a record store you always wanted to visit one, but you thought they were all gone or abandoned. Miles looked behind him, seeing you admire the front of the store with a smile plastered on his face.

“Come on hermosa it gets better inside!” Miles exclaims, holding the door for you. You enter the record store in awe, you were in awe. You saw all the vinyls that you wanted, Lana del rey, The Weekend, Sza, Drake, New Jeans, Victoria Monet, Brent faiyez etc.

“Miles, how did you know I wanted to come here?” You ask looking up at him.

“I took a hint and used my context clues music is your thing and you get very passionate talking about it so I took my chances” Miles explained

“You’re truly amazing” You say wanting to kiss him, looking up at him while he was explaining. Miles blushed a little, hiding his face.

“Omg I saw that splash of pink on your cheeks did Miles Morales just blush” You say gasping dramatically.

“Absolutely not,” Miles denies.

“If you're not blushing stop hiding that pretty face from me” You say pouting, Miles looks at you smiling.

“aight you caught me” Miles rolls his eyes.

“Awe my baby so cute” you say chuckling, realizing what you said.

“Oh I’m your baby now?” Miles asks, you got shy scratching your head.

“Yes” you blurred out without even thinking about your answer. Miles nodded his head, liking that answer.

“Hold up do a 360 f’me mama lemme see you” Miles says looking down at you, you do what he says weak in the kneeeeeees.

“I’m sorry you just look so beautiful standing in front of me” Miles states. You walk away from

him not being able to breathe, he’s making you ao

flustered it’s crazy. He laughs to himself following you, wrapping his arms around your waist. resting his chin on your head, rocking you to the song playing in the background(Loveee song by Rihanna). You smile to yourself looking through the vinyls in front of you. It was quiet for about 10 minutes before you moved to another section.

Miles followed you around the store loving every second of it. You were definitely talking his ear off but he didn’t mind, he loved your own takes on what certain albums were about and the symbolism certain songs have. He loved how you were so perfect in your little world, something so simple as explaining songs and or talking about your favorite albums made him even more attracted to you.

“I literally have to have you listen to the Renaissance album by beyoncé because she ate” You exclaimed

“I’m down for that” Miles replied, staring at you. You noticed smiling.

“what you starin at something on my shirt?” You ask.

“Nah you real pretty mama” Miles replied.

“Oh my god” You say, rolling your eyes.

“You wanna buy any of these vinyls hermosa?” Miles asks. You nod your head, speed walking to the New Jeans Super Shy album.

“Power puff girls?” He asks, tilting his head.

“No, that's just the album cover, and their aesthetic you got a lot of music to listen to my love” You say chuckling, he smiles at that name.

“You only want that one?” He asks, you nod your head. The both of you walk to the cashier, you prepare to pay but already slid the cash on the counter.

“Miles you didn’t have to” You say pouting.

“I did you out with me you don’t gotta spend your money and it was cheap you good ma” He responds walking out the store. You follow behind him.

“Wanna go to the arcade across the street?” Miles asks.

“OF COURSE I'M BOUTTA KICK YOUR ASS AT THOSE GAMES '' You shout!

“OH PLEASE” He shouted back, "you guys cross the street entering the arcade. You and Miles hit basketball first (of course athletic ass nigga),He beat you but you were delusional.

“YEAHHH I BEAT YOU” you shout prancing around.

“Nuh uh” Miles says

“Fuck you mean nuh uh the scores is right there!” you say pointing to score of 25 to 13 💀,Miles holds his laughs back letting you brag.

“okay okay mamita you beat me” Miles says walking to ski ball, you follow him with the biggest smile on his face. You and Miles play every game up in that arcade you had the upper hand on Mileses winning streak.

“See I told you i’ll kick your ass” You say, Miles had his eyes on a game with a big ass teddy bear hanging on the side of it. He was determined to win you one. He suddenly disappeared and you saw him, throwing balls at bottles. He was so focused. You stood next to him watching, he only had one more left to hit and he hit it. You clapped at his victory.

“Here you go!” The host says giving Miles a huge hello kitty plush. Miles then gave it to you, you looked at the plush in awe. You squealed, hugging it. Miles rushed to get his phone out taking a picture of you hugging the plush, It was adorable.

“awe thank you baby…” You say skipping around with the plush, Miles smiled at you witnessing you so happy thinking, ‘i'm the only one that gets to see her like this’. He snaps out of his trance.

“Mamita let’s go get some food!” He states.

“Yes I'm starvinggg” You say skipping over to him, holding his hand, Miles was shock feeling the warmth of your hand fill his. Miles looks down seeing you hold the plush so close to you. You and Miles walk around a bit to find something to eat. You two decided on Chipotle something simple.

You sat your plushie down in an empty chair right next to you, while Miles sat across from you. You were stuffing rice in your face, Miles looked at you laughing his ass off.

“Damn little lady, you can sure put it away”. He says, cackling.

“Youu soooooo funny” You muttered.

“I'm sorry that was funny as hell”. Miles states, you mock him rolling your eyes.

“I don’t even sound like that” Miles declared.

“Mhm sure…” You say laughing to yourself, you couldn’t lie miles looked cute while he was eating his food. You took your phone out taking a picture of him, He glared at you.

“What, I'm sorry you looked like a cute chipmunk!”. You exclaimed

“You’re so lucky you're cute”. Miles says finishing up his food, You and Miles cleaned up the table, taking pictures in the window. You weren’t a picture person and so wasn’t Miles but, when you two are together it's all you wanna do with Miles to keep the memories. You and Miles were wandering around Manhattan taking pictures of random things well, you were taking pictures of random things, he was taking pictures of you taking pictures of random things. You took a quick glimpse at Miles and he looked exhausted. 

“Are you tired Miles? we can go back to your house” You say examining his face. He shakes his head, giving you a tired smile.

“No no you're sleepy it's okay” You say, Grabbing his hand walking back to his car, he let you drag him back to the car, it was a new feeling that he liked. Miles unlocks the car, still making sure to open the car door for you before he gets in. You and Miles sat in, comfortable silence considering the both of you were tired, you looked at your plushie, then at your vinyl smiling to yourself. The music in the background (Heal your heart by brent faiyaz), made this moment better for the both of you. Before you knew it, You were at Miles’s house, you were nervous to be honest what if his mom was home, your thoughts were interrupted by Miles opening the door for you.

Walking to his door number he picked up on your nervousness. 

“Don’t worry hermosa she’s gonna love you”. Miles says, unlocking the house door, you take a deep breath walking in right after him. 

“Hola mami” Miles greets his mother as she is in the kitchen. Today was her day off and he was confused why she was still awake at this time.

“Hola Mrs.Morales Im-'' Before you could finish your sentence, she rushed into the living room to greet you.

“You’re the famous Y/N. It's nice to meet you, wait you speak spanish”, Mrs.Morales greeted you.

“Yes, just a little I have to brush up on some phrases”. You say, giving her a smile.

“What am I chopped liver?”. Miles says, crossing his arms.

“Lo siento hijo su saludo me tomó por sor (Sorry son her greeting took me by surprise), did my son win that bear for you” Mrs. Morales says apologizing, while asking you.

“Yes he did, he did a great job”. You say, nodding your head looking at Miles giving him a warm smile. You and Mrs.Morales sit down talking about your date, yourself, and everything you like about Miles building a bond with his mother. He watched leaning on a door frame smiling to himself.

“My two girls” He says yawning smiling to himself, heading for bed.

hi jaebae :> (kill me) wait that's not my req WAHAHAHHAHAHA ok

so what if a fic of you and miles passing notes to each other in class, and miles just keeps trying to rizz you up but it's not working (it's actually quite pathetic in your opinion) so he just straight up asks you, forgetting the fact you two were in class, "damn man how can i get you to say yes to go out with me?"

the whole class stares. and he's a deer in headlights. and you're laughing, and in love, and considering a date with him :>>>

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pairing: earth 1610 miles morales x fem!reader

summary: miles trying to rizz you up during math class

authors notes: i assumed 1610 miles as he as broken rizz (no offense i love him) and also i feel like 42 would have hella rizz. anyway this wasn’t my best writing but i hope you enjoy it!! ty for the request <3 this was also a little short so i’m sorry 🙁

the girl sat in class, next to one of her classmates she was kinda friends with. meaning they would talk at times but never hung out he was cute n all but way out of her league

she let out a small huff as she stared at the clock tapping her foot awaiting the moment the bell would ring, the silence broke as she heard a crumble of a paper pass over to her.

the girl turned her head over to see a paper crumpled up next to her. she looked around quickly to assure no teacher was looking, snatched the paper and read the note.

the note revealing: “hii do u have the question for number 8?” the note read with an ending part saying “—miles” so it was from miles.

the girl sighed realizing she hasn’t even started on the paper that was given approximately 10 minutes ago, the girl picked her pencils up before writing back. “no but i’ll figure it out”

she handed the note back to miles, occasional crumple were heard as some students turned around to discover the noise was from miles.

she got thrown back the note and opened it discovering neat handwriting saying: “oh okay, you doing anything tonight?” the girl giggled a little causing a domino effect of students to glance at her.

the girl silenced herself as she realized she was being watched and quickly wrote back: “do you want the answer or not” in messy ish handwriting.

handing back the paper earned a chuckle from the boy next to her. “sorry :( and please” he wrote back before passing it back.

the classroom was silent as they watched the two pass notes back and forth, not bothering to snitch as this was a cute moment.

“it’s 60 ♡” she wrote back, smiling a little at her final touch of the heart, you know why not? she didn’t like him? she just didn’t it for fun? right?

the boy was FLUSHED when he saw just the heart, everyone in the class knew he was head over heels for the girl he sat next to. except the girl. she was clueless to say the least.

the nervous boy wrote back, “thank you i owe you. how about a movie tomorrow movie?” he said trying again for atleast a hangout or even a date.

it felt like lover by taylor swift was playing dimly behind this moment, everyone was staring even the teacher was kinda listening.

the girl hummed at the note writing back sloppily, “nu uh” she wrote quickly sliding it back like she didn’t even interact with him.

she heard a series of groaning and sighing before being slid back a paper saying, “damn ma, how many times am i gonna have to ask you out?” he wrote putting a ;) at the end to be cocky you know?

the girl opened the paper back up and giggled a little smiling also. “alright fine we can go see a movie :))” she wrote back, blush hinting at her cheeks as she passed the note back nervously waiting on a response.

a quiet “yes” was heard next to her. success. he wrote back “okay here’s my number and we can talk about it from there?” he wrote putting his number next to the sentence.

the class was relieved something happened, they couldn’t go another day with Miles gawking over his table mate.

idk how to end it so end 😫

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— Never Felt So Low

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

summary ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ you see miles a month after his dad's funeral.

warnings ✧˖ ° angst, comfort, sad miles, grief, mentions death (obvi), sad tía morales.

m. list, main m. list.

translations ✧࿓☾ mija: dear, bonito: handsome/pretty boy. princesa: princess, gracias, muñeca: thanks, doll.

miles had been distant ever since his dad died, you completely understood him (in a way) and the fact that he wanted to be there for his mother. but you also wanted to be there for him, to be able to give him the comfort that he needed.

since he had made no attempts to contact you, you decided that you were just going to his house with no invitation. you would not only fail yourself if you didn't go but you would also fail him because right now he needs all of the support that he can get.

knocking on the door, you waited until it was answered by rio morales, who you liked to refer to as tía morales. the woman looked a mess, which was understandable, her eyes were bloodshot and she had dark bags under them, her nose was red, her hands were shaking and her bottom lip was quivering.

"ohh... tía morales." you walked in, pulling the older woman into a hug.

she held you close and tightly, not tight enough to the point that it was uncomfortable but to the point where you felt the pressure, tía morales did not start to cry instead choosing to just enjoy the comfort you were offering.

you let her hug you for however long she wanted. a couple of seconds or minutes later, you lost track of time, she started to pull away slowly.

"i missed you, mija." she told you, her hands cupping your cheeks and her thumb gently caressing one of them.

"i missed you too, tía." and it was true, the woman was pretty much a mother figure to you.

"go check on our boy, i'm starting to get so worried about him." she shook her head, holding back tears. "he's been suppressing his emotions."

you nodded. "alright, i'll try to help him."

tía morales pointed at his bedroom and you walked to the door, stopping right in front of it and lifting your arm to knock.

“ma, i already told you that i don’t wanna eat anything right now.”

“it’s me, bonito.” you called out softly. “can i come in?”

there was a minute of silence and you were scared that he was about to tell you to leave when he finally spoke. “yes, come in.”

so you did. the moment you saw him sitting down on his bed, head thrown back and staring at the ceiling you felt relieved to see that he was at least looking healthy so far.

“miles…”

your previous thought changed when he turned his head to look at you and your heart broke this time. he looked pale and so tired, you wanted nothing more than to bring back the rich color of his skin and to make the happy look return to his tired eyes.

“hey..” he said with no emotion whatsoever, even his voice had a rough edge to it that you didn’t notice while you were outside his door.

“hey, bonito.” you walked closer to him and sat beside him on the bed, taking his hand in yours.

“i’m sorry, it’s been a while.” he apologized. “i made you feel alone.”

“don’t apologize, i understand.” you shook your head. “but now i want to be here for you and i think it was the other way around, i wasn’t there for you and made you feel like you only had your uncle and mom.”

“i knew i had you too, princesa. i just didn’t want you to see me like this.”

“miles, i don’t care about your appearance as long as you look healthy, you know that. you are going through a tough time right now and i want to be here for you.”

miles laid his forehead on yours. “gracias, muñeca.”

“can i stay here with you?” you asked, wanting to spend the night with him in your arms but still not wanting to intrude. it was good enough that he didn’t argue with you about you being in his home, yet you even were willing to spend the whole week with him if it would bring back the tiniest spark back to his eyes.

“yes, you can.” he nodded, raising one hand and softly stroking your cheek with his thumb just like his mother did.

after what seem like hours in the same position, his face had lost part of the tension on it, a calm expression replacing it and it made you feel a little better that you had that effect on him.

“here, mi niño.” tía morales had walked in and was passing two plates of food to you and miles.

“ma, i already—”

“thank you, tía.” you took both plates from her. “we’ll both eat it.”

the woman nodded, a smile on her face before she left the room, closing the door and leaving a 4inch gap.

you turned to miles and put one plate down on his bed and focused on one. lifting a spoonful you blew on the rice and chicken on it before directing the spoon to miles’s lips.

“say ahh.” you told him.

miles looked at you for a second before rolling his eyes and opening his mouth. “ahh.”

you put the spoon inside his mouth, and he gladly chewed the food when you took the spoon out.

grabbing food from the plate on the bed you also ate and closed your eyes at the taste of tía morales’ delicious cooking.

after miles swallowed his mouthful, you took another spoonful from the plate on your hand and lifted the spoon to his lips.

miles once again looked at you for a second but instead of rolling his eyes, he smiled showing the dimples that you loved so much.

his smile was contagious and you couldn’t help but smile as well while you led the spoon inside his mouth.

after you both finished eating you took the plates out to the kitchen and washed them before going back to miles’ room and changing into one of his shirts and shorts then laying next to him on his bed.

“i missed you so much, beautiful girl.” miles said, hugging you close. his head on your chest.

“and i missed you too.” you said truthfully.

miles nodded into your chest and you both stayed quiet for a few minutes. when you felt little droplets of tears falling onto the shirt you were wearing, you didn’t say anything. already knowing how sensitive miles was and how he preferred to cry in silence unless he spoke first.

your hand started going up and down his back, letting him know you were there and he got the message because he hugged you more tightly and sobs were coming out of his throat.

“i just miss him.” he finally spoke, his voice breaking.

this was your queue that you could speak now. “i know, bonito, i know.” you told him. “let it all out.”

“it hurts so much.” more tears started coming out of his eyes.

you needed to use all the strength in you in order to not start crying right then and there along with him instead focusing on being as comforting to him as you could, whispering sweet nothings to him and pulling him close to you.

the night went on like this and you made sure that miles was asleep before you allowed yourself to fall under exhaustion control and also fall asleep.

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⚪️ - Blurbs!

"how many swimsuits did you bring." "all of them."

This one with 42!Miles maybe? Happy 600th!!

Are You Serious? ~ Earth 42! Miles Morales

Tagging: @nagi3seastorm @juneberrie @sluggmuffin @hiyaitssans @luvjunie @milesmolasses

Warnings:None!

This is x gender neutral reader!

“Will you please just hurry up? Ma’s waiting.”

Miles was sitting on the edge of the hotel bed as you threw around the things in your suitcase.

“I don’t know what to wear,” you practically whined at him.

“We’re going to the beach, baby. You wear a swim suit like everyone else..”

You huffed in response, picking through the suits you had. Miles peeked over, getting a look at what you were doing. His eyes squinted, mouth turning up in confusion.

“How many swimsuits did you bring?”

You paused, turning around. Your mouth pressed into a fine line as you looked at him.

“All of them?” Miles blinked slowly before sighing.

“Oh my god.”

Things I hope happens in BSTV:

-Pav/Spider byte getting more screen time

- Miles deserving to have a moment where he just POPS OFF at Peter B., Gwen, etc. for keeping him in the dark and for the stunt they pulled in ISTV (ik it was needed for miles to take that leap of faith but still, I bet he’s still mad for that. He literally said “worked last time, why not run it back huh?”

- someone theorized that the actual villain may be Lila (the AI) and NOT Miguel. I believe he mentioned something along the lines of her using him as her pawn in whatever she’s scheming. I also remember him saying, “Cause AI can’t be trusted” and it honestly convinced me(you can find it on tiktok cause he explained it better 😅). Not only that but that would be a MAJOR plot twist👀

- just a hunch, but I have a feeling that they’re gonna kill someone off (idk who exactly but it’ll probably be someone that we least expect)

- All the spider people in the spider society BETTER be looking at Miguel in a whole different light after that whole chase scene💯(seriously, we’re talking a GROWN MAN going after a TEENAGER on ALL FOURS, CHOKE SLAMMING miles against the train, and telling him that he’s a mistake like EXCUSEE ME?! Miles never ASKED to be bitten but he DID. Can’t change it now buddy like-)

- Gwen and Miles reconciliation✨

- 42 miles and 1610 miles having a brotherly relationship✨(not without some form of angst at first)

- 42 miles teaming up with the squad✨

- spider byte meeting 42 miles and then having some prowler byte moments✨

- the whole squad having fun together by the end of the film before they all go back to their respective universes✨

That’s all I got at the moment, might edit later when I got more

— when the dam breaks

contains: 42!miles’ pov, no reader, some harsh language, use of the n-word once, a one-sided fight, angst, mentions of grief, brief comfort at the end

summary: miles was holding himself together just fine, until he wasn’t. wc: 2,748

a/n: this fic is based on one of my headcanons from this post,(the 12th one). handling the grief of losing a parent is one of the hardest, most painful things to navigate, especially when you’re a teen and in school. i can directly relate to miles!42 because of this, which is probably why i’m able to go so in depth with his character. i’m really proud of how this turned out so i hope you guys enjoy reading <3

The back of Ms. Bellam’s history class was Miles’ favorite spot to sit in. The seat by the window, specifically. Where he could gaze out with the fantasy of being anywhere else but stuck listening to the lecture in his fifth block; forced to hear his teacher rave on about some old expedition he couldn’t bring himself to give a shit about.

Today, Miles was not in the back of the class.

He had a bad feeling the moment the bell rung and the projector powered on to display the newest assignment the tall, stocky woman had on the agenda. A partnered project. Which, unfortunately, meant a new seating chart was on the horizon.

Miles must’ve spaced out during the introduction of the assignment, but his teacher’s assertive voice brought him back to the very moment he was dreading.

“Cody, you’re paired with—“ Ms. Bellam pulled a small slip of paper out from a little bucket of randomized names on her desk. “—Lauren.”

She ignored the quiet groan she got after unknowingly pairing two exes together and two more names were drawn. “Bailey, you’re with Lucas.”

“Sarah, you’re with… Faith. And Miles,” The brunette-haired teacher stuck her hand into the bucket once more to pull out the very last slip of paper, and read it with finality. “You’re with Gabby.”

Miles lifted his head and did a quick scan of the faces around, until he met the eyes of his new partner, Gabby, who gave him a small wave from the front of the class. His jaw clenched at the realization that he’d have to give up his safe corner, since the seats around him were filled, while the one next to her was open.

“Alright everyone, if you’re not already next to your partner, go find them.”

With an inaudible grumble and something along the lines of ‘i hate this fucking class’ and a mix of ‘kill me now’— Miles rose from his chair, scooped his backpack up with a little too much force, and crossed the classroom to plop down defeatedly next to the girl he was paired with.

Chin tucked in his hand and eyes glued to the ticking clock above the white board, he didn’t know how long he sat like that, or how much valuable information he’d missed while he ignored the overly peppy, thirty-year old’s directions to the class. But he did know that the minute hand on that damn analog device wasn’t moving fast enough for his liking. The droning of voices overlapping and the bouncing of ideas filled the once silent air after instructions had been given, but Miles was far from focused on the task at hand.

The incessant tapping of his pencil against the hard plastic of his desk, matched with the clearly agitated bounce of his leg had his partner stealing experimental glances in his direction— her lips having been licked ample times from the stress of debating on whether to make the difficult decision of speaking to the boy who was clearly not interested in conversation— or even being here at all.

She spoke up anyway. “Um… So most of the other groups have pretty much chosen already. That means we’re left with James Cook, Vasco de Gama, Ferdinand Magellan, or—“

“You can pick for us. I don’t really care which one.” Miles interrupted.

“Oh—“ Gabby blinked. His response was curt, but at least she got one. “Okay then, Ferdinand Magellan.” Flipping through the rubric that had been passed out at some point, she referred to the second page with her index finger. “It says our presentation has to be between six to eight slides, which includes the works cited for our research. So we could do one introduction slide, and maybe about,” she paused to think. “Four?— information slides? And then we could add some fun facts and trivia questions at the end so we can get our class participation points in without too much effort. That cool with you?”

Gabby was a nice girl. She never bothered him, never looked at him weird when he’d come into class late sometimes, and had actually ran through the hallway to return the notebook that fell out of his open backpack just last week. He wasn’t aggravated at her, but more so at the fact that everybody could stare at the back of his head now instead of the other way around, like it was before. It made him self conscious about everything, even down to the way he was sat in his chair. He could feel a few beams on his back right about now, and adjusted his position slightly.

Miles sighed and reminded himself to respond to her politely. “Uh-huh. Sounds good.”

A voice to the left behind him caught his attention, and it belonged to one of the most obnoxious boys he’d ever had the displeasure of knowing— Ethan Thompson. Someone who always had too much to say and nothing productive or appropriate to add— it usually being something creepy or gross about a girl he wanted to ‘get to know’.

Miles would’ve tuned him out, like he always did, but this time it was impossible. Probably because out of all the conversations regarding the explorers meant to be researched, this one had absolutely nothing to do with history, or even school for that matter.

“Bro, did you hear about what happened to…”

Miles strained to hear as best as he could without moving from his seat, though it was a struggle since Gabby was still talking his ear off to the right of him about who would do what when it came to their workload.

“Miles?”

He ignored her as another voice chimed in, and his back stiffened.

“I know dude, my sister told me about it. Said he was killed in action or somethin’ like that… I just know his mom is crushed. I feel really bad.”

Miles knew people talked about this, he wasn’t dumb. But damn, did they have to do it when he was right there?

Then, there was a laugh.

Miles was confused. He didn’t find anything regarding the topic of their conversation even remotely comical.

“Fuck that,” Ethan quieted his voice, though not quiet enough. “That just means Mrs. Morales is single and up for grabs now.”

It took less than a second for Miles’ blood to simmer to a scalding boil. He held a subtle finger up and quieted Gabby, who was currently asking him about what they should research first.

“Can you give me just… one second?” he asked gently.

Gabby’s words died on her tongue and she gave a muddled nod.

Miles threw his elbow over the back of his chair when his torso whipped around, his eyes glazed with enmity and immediately catching onto Ethan’s.

“The fuck you just say?”

Ethan froze.

Miles’ tone was lethal, rage lifting the volume above the blurred chattering around, venom spitting from his tongue like he intended to kill the boy with words alone. The speed in which the class fell silent would’ve been humorous had there not been such hostility within the air.

“Miles, language!” Ms. Bellam’s eyes snapped up from her computer screen, her face a picture of disbelief at his unusual vitriol. He was usually always quiet in her class, well behaved above all.

Jaws hung slack, the gazes of the students around darted back and forth between the two boys continuously, the tension in the room palpable.

Miles sat up straighter in his seat, jaw clenched and his patience dwindling. To say he was seething would be a dangerous understatement.

“Nah, nah Ms. B,” His head cocked, and his eyes narrowed at Ethan, ruinously. “I wanna know what this nigga just said ‘bout my fuckin’ mom.”

“Oh shit…” Gabby gulped. Today was the most she’d heard Miles speak in class almost the entire semester.

“It was a joke, bro.” Ethan huffed a chuckle, a nervous thing that his friend easily picked up on. Miles was not one to bluff, and Ethan was notorious for taking things too far.

“Don’t bro me, repeat that dumb shit you just said and watch how fast I knock your ass out.” Miles gritted through his teeth, hot air puffing through his nostrils like a bull who had just seen red.

“Boys, enough!” Ms. Bellman was standing now, hands planted to her desk as she watched with bated breath, just like the rest of the class-now-turned-audience.

Ethan shrugged, and Miles swore he felt his eye twitch.

Strike one.

Then, the boy playfully pushed his friend’s arm with a cocky smirk, as if he thought the threat he’d just been given wasn’t one that would be carried out.

Strike two.

“He’s baiting you, Miles…” Gabby whispered dejectedly, in warning, only so Miles could hear. But his tunnel vision had already set in.

“Go ‘head. Repeat yourself.” Miles demanded.

Nails digging into the skin of his palms hard enough to leave crescents in their wake, there was a voice in the back of his mind, reminding him that he could get into serious trouble if he didn’t get his emotions in check, fast. He’d progressed so quickly in his after school M.M.A classes, that now, even getting into a simple fist fight could land him a serious assault charge. A judge would take one look at the history of his intense training, and the option to deem his hands as deadly weapons in the case would immediately be presented, and most likely acted upon.

Knocking the teeth out of a rich white boy would never be the smart decision here, especially not for someone who looked the way he did.

He’d be sent straight to juvie.

“I mean, all I was sayin’ is, technically—“ Ethan threw his hands up in a careless manner. “If I play my cards right, I could be your future step-daddy.”

Strike three.

Ms. Bellam was yelling. “Ethan, principal’s office, now!”

And that probably would’ve been the better option, had he actually had a choice.

Miles’ movements were swift when he shot out of his seat, and the students in his way followed suit with yelps and gasps and quickly removed themselves from the area. The desks blocking his pathway to pummeling the shit out of this kid loudly screeched against the school’s tile when they were shoved out of the way, and the one he’d mindlessly flipped over in his stampede proceeded to erupt the room into pure pandemonium.

One punch would’ve been good enough, Miles knew that. But in this moment, thinking rationally was so far out of his reach he would’ve missed it had he even jumped for it. He’d swung a closed fist and knocked Ethan to the floor with ease, then followed him down, sat on his chest and had the boy’s arms pinned under his knees so he couldn’t protect his snobby-ass face. One punch would’ve been good enough, but just two vehement blows later, the satisfying crack of a bone that wasn’t his under Miles’ knuckles had him sending a few more into the reddened face of the boy beneath him, just to really get his point across.

“Jesus Christ— Miles!” Ms. Bellman scrambled from her seat in a panic and rushed to fling the classroom’s door open, her desperate yells directed to anyone who might’ve been strolling the hallways. “We need security in here! You!” She pointed to a student with a bathroom pass. “Go get security, and tell them to come to room 205, now! Go!”

Everyone was yelling at same time, but Miles couldn’t hear anything other than the ringing of rage in his ears. Anger is only grief turned sour— a terribly perilous thing to leave untreated.

Some of his classmates were frozen with shock, or fear, maybe— hands clasped over their gaped mouths while others had their phones out with the camera app open—vampires for some good drama while they hooted and hollered at the most exciting thing they’d seen this entire year.

“That’s enough!”

Strong arms suddenly hooked under Miles’ armpits and prevented his fist from worsening the damage already done. Two male teachers from neighboring classrooms had rushed in and yanked Miles up and off Ethan, his hips bucking as he kicked his way up onto his feet. Miles’ chest expanded and collapsed with the weight of his heaving breaths, face flushed with the remnants of his lost temper as he directed his attention to Ethan’s friend, who looked like a deer in headlights.

“When your boy wake up, tell him watch his mouth next time!”

Miles didn’t know why he was yelling. It was common knowledge that it’s pretty rare for someone who’s unconscious to understand what you’re saying to them.

He didn’t struggle when the two teachers dragged him away, but when they shoved him out the door and into the hall with more force than he thought necessary, he snatched his arms away from their grasp with a rolled shrug, and huffed a frustrated grunt about how he knew how to walk on his own.

—

The drive home was eerily silent. The radio hadn’t been touched, and neither had Miles by his mother’s gaze the moment they’d left the principal’s office after he received his verdict.

Out of school suspension. One week.

It was the best they could do after Rio swallowed her pride and had to go as low as begging them not to expel her boy.

Slumped in the passenger seat with his hands in his lap, he didn’t bother to look at the bruises he knew were forming on his knuckles. It was a familiar feeling. He was more concerned with why it felt like his throat had been stuffed with cotton when tried to talk.

“Mamá, I—“

“Do not. Speak.” Rio’s breath wavered, her hands clutching the wheel so hard she thought she’d crush it. She tried not to let her voice break. “Not one word.”

Silence.

—

It all settled in as they climbed the stairwell, the images of what just happened flashing back in his mind every time he blinked, what he’d done. As the wooden railings creaked under the weight of his mother’s hand, and as she knowingly skipped the one that had weakened over the years, he knew the home that held every single emotion he tried to leave behind when he went to school, was now just a few steps up.

Rio’s key twisted in the lock before she opened the door, and Miles followed behind her, shoulders slouched dispiritedly. He resembled something of a stray puppy: desperate for attention, but acceptant and grateful that it—a nuisance, was even being allowed to stay on it’s finder’s heels.

He thought being scolded by his mother was bad, but the lack thereof was even worse. Her brows were clenched, and her conflicted yet somehow blank expression told him that she truly did not have any words for him, as she leaned on the kitchen counter, hands clasped firmly around the edge so tightly her knuckles paled. She didn’t even know where to start, and Miles didn’t blame her. He refused to explain why he’d snapped when it was asked of him. When his mother’s widened eyes had pleaded with him to tell the principal what happened in that classroom that set him off in such a way, he didn’t. He had no reason not to, at least one he could think of right now. But his voice just wouldn’t allow it. Both in that office, and now in their kitchen—dimly lit by the warm light above the stove, the weight of her disappointment clung to the suffocating silence, like a fish to a hook and he just couldn’t take it anymore.

“Mamá, I’m sorry.” He whispered in a quick breath, the lump in his throat painful when he swallowed it.

“Good money, Miles.” Rio shook her head, a hand coming up to rest over the rise and fall of her chest. “Good money! We paid good money to get you into that school, your dad and I. I work hard to keep you there and you just—“

Dad…

And the dam broke. Though it wasn’t very strong to begin with— as Miles’ shoulders crumbled under the weight of his actions and his tears flooded past his waterline with choked sobs that left no room for air.

Whatever Rio was going to say had been forgotten, the sight of her son sobbing in a way she hadn’t seen since the night they’d received the news put a stop to her reprimanding. Now, she was truly worried.

“Oh Miles, come come come,” She hastily tugged him into a hug and wrapped him firmly in her arms, her hands repeatedly rubbing up and down the expanse of his back. “¿Qué es Mijo? (what is it, son?) Talk to me, sin retenerlo, ¿recuerdas?” (no holding it in, remember?)

Miles could barely catch his breath, and somehow talking about it was just as painful as the ache that resided deep in his chest.

“I—It was Dad, it was about—“ a quick breath in split his sentence in half. “About Dad. He was—talking about what ha—happened and I—“ Miles tried for another, but it caught in his throat, ragged and choppy and had his ribcage stuttering from the lousy attempt to cease his hyperventilating. The fact that he couldn’t get his words out uninterrupted only frustrated him more; only made him cry harder. He scrubbed at his tears with the back of his hand, but it was no use. He couldn’t stop crying. Why couldn’t he stop crying?

“He said—“ Another wilted inhale, and a hiccup. “It was abo—about you, and it was terrible and I— I just, I got so angry, and I tried Mamá, I did. But I couldn’t and—and then I was on him and I’m sorry—“

“Shh, shh. It’s okay, it’s okay.” Rio used a hand to bring his head into her shoulder, his cries muffled and his tears wetting the sleeve of her blouse as his rambling came to a halt. Miles clutched onto her tightly, arms round her waist as he fell apart in front of the woman who’d tried her best to piece him back together.

“Respira, Mijo, respira… (breathe).” Rio whispered. “Please.” Seeing her son so distraught had brought on tears of her own, but she shut her eyes, and tucked away her own feelings so she could focus on his. “It’s okay. It’s alright.”

“But you’re mad at me, I don’t want you to be mad at me—“

Rio shook her head and tutted at him. “I’m not mad at you, papa. I understand. Okay? I’m not angry. No.” She couldn’t be upset with him for something like this, not when he could barely shelter himself from his own self-guilt.

“It’s okay. You’re okay, baby. I’ve got you.” Miles was inconsolable as Rio continued rubbing his back, and her voice shook when she spoke, but she kept the uncertainty she held within her heart concealed from her promise to him.

“We’re going to be okay.”

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To Love and To be Loved | (m)

paring: poly bts ot7 X fem!reader

Rating: M

Genre:  Enemies to lovers!au, supernatrual!au, Angst, Fluff, smut (later in the story), Violence, death, trauma, Hint of child abuse, blood, depression.

Summary: World separated into two, the good and the bad, the heroes and the Villains. Captured and placed in a boarding home/School for heroes, the Villains must learn their ways to survive. If they don’t cooperate then the unlikely will happen, but don’t be fooled as we all know the bad guys always have something up their sleeve.

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You and Kandomere cuddling would include:

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Kandomere x female! reader headcanons

Warning: none

Requested: By anonymous Hi, I’m new so I apologize if I’m doing this wrong. Could I request some Kandomere/female reader headcannons on how they’d cuddle? Thank you! 

Authors note: kandomere is un hot tamale!!!!! i luv this baby so much like *sobs a lil bit* idk what to do with this obsession hope you guys like this and enjoy the famous latino elf 

~you like had the worst possible day in history of bad days

~you just wanted to lay down and

~DIE

~very much mood

~you get on your comfy clothes and just let the bed engulf you

~bye world👋

~kandomere sneaks up to the bed

~mischievous smile 

~legit scares the crap out of you

~you, scream like a chicken…kandomere, laughs until he is crying

~kandomere wipes his tears “Dios mío y/n, eres muy gracioso” (oh my god y/n, you are too funny)

~this is legit you when kandomere started laughing:

~he finally gets the hint that you are not in a good mood

~no, no, no, not his baby

~kandomere will do what the song says “baby lock them door and turn the lights down low”

~FLUFFIEST BLANKET IN THE WORLD OF BLANKETS

~roll you and him up like a little arepa (omg those are so delicious😋!!!)

~tiny kisses all over your face

~you’re the little spoon

~head on his chest while he massages/tickles all over your body (😤 yes i live for this)

~whispers how much he loves you and appreciates everything you do

~you relax in his loving, strong arms

~of course you will be asleep by that time

~he will stay with you the whole time giving tiny kisses

~and never ever letting go of his baby

Deal?

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Kandomere x bright, elf! female reader

Warning: violence

Specifics: when u see the words slanted then they are speaking elvish, action, romance, gifs, one-shot, bright reader, elf reader, race neutral reader

People: Kandomere, you, Tikka, Leilah, Tien, Serafin, the MTF, police 

Words: 1,434

Requested: By @monkeyoncoffee Could you do a kandomere x bright elf reader Where reader finds out that she is a bright by saving kandomere then trys to run fearing his reaction but he stops her and hides her magic relation from the mtf

Authors Note: thank u so much my peep for requesting this. lol it feels kinda weird writing for kandomere or for bright because i havent written for this fandom in a while. i luved writing this tho, cuz i put in a lot of gifs in here! im srry if this wasnt what u wanted but i rlly tried lol. im also so srry this took so long i hope u didnt think i had forgotten about u! thnx for being patient with me and i do hope u like this. thnx again for requesting and just enjoy my bby latino elf!

You were a part of the inferni along with your best friend Tikka, her sister Leilah, and more members. You were all elves who served the Dark Lord. You and the others were always wanted by the MTF, the Magic Task Force.

Every time you would almost get arrested or taken by the MTF, you would spot an elf that would catch your eye. You had not learned of his name yet but he had a look of kindness that you didn’t see that often. 

But now you and your best friend Tikka were tired of running away, you both wanted to do what was right. 

While trying to get away to a new hiding spot, the other infernis, including Leilah caught you two. 

Now it was a fight for the most important thing. 

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Inside Kandomere’s head when Jakoby starts word-vomiting in the hospital:

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