#miles morales x blk reader

[l0starl]

Could you do some 1610 Miles Morales fluff where he and his girlfriend are at his parents apartment and Miles wants attention/affection that he resorts to basically begging her stop studying and cuddle him “cause he can’t nap without her”? Bonus if you get his parents reaction to it

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”Come on miles! I’m trying to studying, we can do whatever you want later.” You groaned in frustration, it’s been 15 minutes since you’ve been trying to study for your upcoming test, but he wouldn’t quit trying to get your attention.“You can study later guapa!” Miles frowned, learning his head on your shoulder.

“No miles, this test is 60% of my grade” I groaned, bringing home a test you failed would only earn you a disappointing look from your parents, only imagining your father’s disappointment makes your eyes water “i promise you’ll have my full attention and love later” you gave a reassuring smile

“Come on! Can’t you just take a break? Your being to hard on yourself!” He questioned, wrapping his arms around your waist, using your shoulder as a pillow.

“Alright, Alright! You win miles!” You sighed, closing your binder. “Well? You have my full attention now miles” you crossed your arms impatiently

“Come take a nap with me” He muttered under his breath. “Well I can’t hear you miles, your gonna have to say it louder” you teased, with a grin

“Come take a nap with me!” He said a bit louder, with a hint of embarrassment

“Alright then, move over!” You chuckled

soon later you were both knocked out, review papers scattered on the bed, miles sleeping soundly on the other hand while your on the opposite side with an arm hanging off the bed

“Miles! I told you to fold up the cloth in the dryer” Rio shouted as she opened the door her eyes soften as she smiles when she sees the two of you exhausted in bed

“I’ll go remind him later” she muttered to herself as she left the room. Leaving the door open an inch.

[whosnaomy]

sweet fillin'

paring: miles g. morales (e!42 miles) x fem!reader

content: swearing, slightly suggestive content?, fluff, baking, the reader is implied to know spanish, reader is mentioned to have curly/coily hair but besides that, no mentions of physical features, mentions of parents (mom) disliking miles, no use of “y/n”. lemme know if I should add anything ! 

summary: you were in the mood for making something sweet for your boyfriend. luckily, your parents were working late today.

"Treinta con sesenta-y-tres."

You slid your card on the small pin pad and waited till she handed you your receipt along with what you had bought. You took the dulce de leche bar from your bag as you walked out, the merengue playing inside staying behind as the door to the small bodega closed. You took a bite out of the treat, feeling light on your feet.

You add the flour to the large bowl before you. Singing along to your favorite playlist on the speaker, you add in all the other dry ingredients. When you back away to look for the eggs in the fridge your phone goes off. You see it light up on the counter before you turn back to the fridge and take out the box of eggs and set it next to your flour mix. 

You check your phone to see it's a text from Miles.

mi rey ❤️

hey ma  u home?

me 

yea  whats up

mi rey ❤️

i wanna see u 

You couldn't help the giddy feeling rising up your chest.

me 

my parents are working late

mi rey ❤️

omw

Your smile dropped slightly. Your parents weren't exactly fond of Miles. A lot of it had to do with his style choices. Your Mom never bothered to hide her distaste whenever he was around or brought up. Miles didn’t even know what to do with himself when she was near. There was no going over to each other’s houses after school and that also meant barely hanging out alone. The thought of her not accepting him no matter how much he tried to prove himself, it hurt, and you knew he felt hurt too. 

You shook off the sad feeling and went back to the task at hand. You glanced at the bag set next to you. The cans of condensed and evaporated milk poked out of the small bag. You cracked 3 eggs into the bowl and smiled, filling your mind with the thought of him coming over.

You were spreading out the cake batter onto a baking pan when you heard a knock on the front door. You quickly finished pouring all the batter into the pan, lowering the volume of your music before heading towards the noise. Slightly panicking at the idea of your parents showing up early, you looked through the peephole. You grinned, seeing Miles standing outside. You opened the door for him, and he smiled before diving in to peck your lips, arms automatically wrapping around your waist.

“The hell you up to?” He asked, having noticed the patch of flour on your cheek. 

“Guess.” You said, smiling up at him. 

He hummed and looked behind you, past the kitchen island and spotted the materials spread out on the counter. 

“Is it for me?” 

“Maybe.” You teased.

You turned and headed back towards the kitchen, not letting go of his hand. He followed with the same grin on his face. You let go to preheat the oven before turning back to him and turning your music back up. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close, swaying to the music. He wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face on your neck as if it was second nature, swaying along with you. 

You hummed and pecked the skin of his neck the position exposed. He returned the favor, only he made it his mission to leave several tickling ones all over your neck. You giggled as he pushed you back to trap you against the kitchen island to continue his attack. He pulled back to set his temple against yours, glancing down at your eyes before looking down at your lips.

“‘Missed you, Ma.” 

“You literally saw me yesterday night.”

“So?”

You roll your eyes before moving your hands to hold his face gently. You left several pecks on his plush lips before slowing down and giggling at his attempts at chasing after your lips after each one. You finally complied and kissed him and he hummed, happily kissing you back. 

“I missed you too.” You said after you both pulled away. 

The beeping coming from the stove indicated that the oven had already preheated. You reluctantly pulled away from the embrace to go place the loaded baking pan into the oven. The moment your back straightened from bending over the oven, you felt the comforting weight of his arms around you. He went back to nuzzling his face into your neck from behind, the high puff you had put your hair in tickling him a little. You reached back to massage his scalp. 

“Can I have some now?” 

“No, it’ll taste better if we leave it overnight.” You say, finishing up pouring the mixture of milk onto the poked sponge cage. 

“Ion mind” 

You sighed, turning to peck him on the cheek. 

“I know you don’t but I don’t half-ass my shit. I haven't even prepared the heavy cream.” 

You hear him suck his teeth. “I’mma have you then.” He mumbles into your neck, gently sucking on the skin there. 

“Yeah right— Stop that, my mom sees that, and you won't hear from me for months.” You scolded. 

“I'll put them where she won't see them.” He replied, sliding the strap of your cami off your shoulder and starting to leave a trail of kisses there.

“Jesus, Miles.” 

He hummed in response.

You huffed but leaned back into his affection. He was going to be the death of you. Literally.

– BONUS SCENE

The breeze surrounding you two was tranquil as you sat on a bench. The yelling and bounces of a basketball from the court some feet behind you acting as background noise. Some little kids passed by rolling on their small bicycles. He had his head on your shoulder with a hand rubbing up and down your thigh. 

You carefully placed the sealed container in his hands, making him sit up, before going to look in your bag for the plastic fork you had neatly wrapped into a napkin and placing it on the lid of the container. 

You watched as he opened the container and unwrapped the fork, quickly diving into the dessert. He moaned and threw his head back at the taste.

“Is it good?” 

“‘Swear to God if I don’t marry you.”

[toughvaughn]

He Got Game 🎡🎪 Pt. 1

꧁ pairing: Earth-42!Miles! x Blk!Fem!Reader!

꧁ warnings: Vivid language! Whatever Else Is In Here, Figure It Out!

꧁ a/n: Miles (19)! Reader (18)! Reader pink! Miles purple! Others whatever color you see!

꧁ summary: You and your three friends; Cerhys, Xyles, and Davi decided to go hang out this weekend, going to the carnival. Xlyes and Davi running late, arriving with another boy you and Ceryhs don't know.

꧁ word count: Long asf!

It was finally the weekend; the last day of the week, Friday, you and your three friends Ceryhs, Xlyes, and Davi planned on going to the carnival over in Coney Island. Friday that evening you drove up from D.C., currently where you were attending school, and headed to your parent's house. With a little coldness in the air, and it being October, the amusement park was bound to be more entertaining and active, the best time to go to the park too.

You guys decided to meet up around 4:00-4:30; since the time is set back and it gets darker earlier now, you guys still needed some time to try out at least half of the rides at the park. And they always did that light show once it struck midnight, it’s been a while since you last went to Coney Island, the last time you went was when you were a kid. But you and your family never stayed long to see the light show, being that you and your siblings had a curfew and everything, not even on weekends would you guys be able to see it.

So, you were kind of semi-excited to see it. You were old enough to stay out, as long as you called your Mom every 30 minutes; to see if you were still alive and breathing. As annoying as it may sound; that was the deal between the two of you, you got to stay out as long as wanted as long as you called her every 30 minutes to update her about your whereabouts, making sure everything was alright.

But, this time your Mom said you didn't have to do it this time around; just as long as you behaved yourself. Your Mom and Dad weren't gonna be home, not until tomorrow morning, overseas, out traveling for work.

Your younger and middle siblings at y’alls grandparents' house; giving you and your other brother, Yamrai, who was the same age as you, the house all to yourselves. Yamrai did his own thing with the people he hung out with and you did yours, getting yourself ready to head out, slipping your Supreme x Air Max Plus TN 'Mean Green' on your feet.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ

You left the house around 4:38; not really in a rush. Knowing damn well Cerhys, Xyles, and Davi weren't actually gonna be there at the designated time you guys set. Taking your sweet time heading down.

Traffic going through the city; people coming about from work, ending up behind some slow-ass motorists, missing the green light cause of their lack of speed, and sometimes getting stuck at the light.

Should've left earlier…

After sitting in an annoying amount of traffic; you made it, finally. Driving over to the off-street parking, the sun was nearly setting over the horizon, and the vibrant colors gradient within the firmament. A cool whisper of the wind came rolling in once you shut your car off, the song on the radio going mute, same with the roar of the engine to your car going quiet.

The unreadable muffles of people walking and conversing with one another; from your left-side rearview mirror, the faint reflection of the glare of the sun leaving the sky.

The car is still slightly warm; it fading away as the cold approaches you. You started gathering the stuff you needed while you were out, stuffing it in the pockets of your lively unzipped green Nike ACG 800 Fill Down puffer jacket. The crease and ruffle of your circled-necked white tee fall to your tall and slim framed person, and the bottom of your flat underbelly a masquerade sometimes, before your shirt adjusts back over it. Throwing your car keys, house keys, phone, and AirPods in either pocket.

The swing and twirl of your multiple silver-chained, rhinestone double cross charm necklaces around your long neck. Picking up your hand and untangling your necklace from the top of one another, your long green iridescent and designed and charmed acrylics assisting you. The slightly bigger and smaller rhinestoned encrusted pendants glide smoothly along your clothed collarbone, adjusting it to your liking around your jugular, propped up by your clothed breasts.

You put down your sun visor and look at yourself in the mirror, making sure you ain't look a mess. I mean, not like anyone’s gonna be looking at you, but, at the same time, you never know.

Looking at your nicely pinned up, high bun, no piece of hair sticking out in sight, except for the back, where your kitchen resided, for creative purposes. Your neatly laid down curled edges, lay flat upon the crown of your hairline, twirling and curling the long curls that were also laid down to the sides of your face. A couple of long strand pieces of your hair in the back of your kitchen were left out, and the ends of some strands of your hair were snuggled up to your natural curl, and styled to look soft and classy.

The glimmer of your pierced-out ear; your studded diamond earrings trailing down the 'C' shaped hearing organ. On the top of your ear laid your silver sandy glitter Playboy Bunny Industrial Bar tailored to your ear; your two twin tragus piercings on the small piece of cartilage that covers the ear canal.

After checking yourself; you slapped up your sun visor, grabbed ahold of your door handle, pulled it forward, and pushed it out. Turning your body out of the car; jumping out, closing the door. Pulling down and fixing your baggy black Nike x Stussy SS23 Washed Sweatpants, as they got bunched up when you slipped out of your car. Digging through your jacket's pockets, grabbing ahold of your car key, locking your car, the sound of the car automatically locking.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ

Walking around your car; making your way off the street, over to the dock. The structures of the Ferris Wheel, Music Express, The Super Himalaya, The Delusion, and The Dream Catcher, were in the distance. Bitch; there was a lot to rides, and not gonna lie, you were excited to go on every one. The swift breeze of the wind tickles your nose, getting the aroma of the ocean.

The faint vibrant lights of the carnival, the colors knocking off other buildings within the vicinity of it, and the over-the-top welcome sign at the front entrance of the carnival. Reading: 'Coney Island Celestial Park', the bulbed rainbow lights that aligned perfectly within the giant letters of the sign giving everyone a light show as they go in and out.

As you step foot within the property, the smell of funnel cake, corn dogs, and cotton candy attacks one out of your four senses. Bringing a sense of nostalgia to your mind and soul.

Bundles and groups of people are scattered along the park, amusement conveyances are active with people, food, and game stands serving cooking, and taking people's money. It was a sight to see and something you also missed; dearly.

The creaking of the old wooden flooring of the pier makes its presence known from your body weight and many more. Ceryhs texted you prematurely; her already here, to your amazement, you scoured out for her person. There were litters of people left and right to your peripheral vision, everywhere you looked, seeing a couple of people your age walking around and from your school, who you've seen before, and made a quarter of a second eye contact with a couple of times before.

Ew.

You quickly evaded that; turning your attention elsewhere. Still looking out for Ceryhs, that girl wasn't hard to find, she was brown-skinned, short, slim-thick, and knew how to dress. Sound like every dreadhead dream.

When it came to looking for her, she wasn't hard to spot. Cerhys has been your best friend forever now, you knew to a point where you could at least spot her out from the public, and the stuff she wore was always visibly vibrant and a tad bit flashy.

She had her own style that I could elucidate to be her own; most plausible to stand out from the crowd of people that russel and scatter on the pier. You still couldn't pinpoint Cerhys anywhere, for a girl who dresses in vigorous colors, you’d think she’d be easy to spot.

At this point, you pull out your phone from your jacket’s pockets, unlocked it, and texted Ceryhs of her whereabouts. Cerhys was nonexplanatory with her grey responses, she was telling you where she was but didn't. Everywhere you turned about to glance at the place she claimed to be at, she wouldn't be there, like, girl, stop giving directions.

Out of nowhere; a light tap met your shoulder, causing you to turn around.

“Girl bye, talking bout I don't know how to give directions.”

Cerhys restated what you said to her in your text, giving you a stank face and rolling her eyes.

As you stated; priorly. Ceryhs popped out with her bright colors, in her rich hot pink cropped Ed Hardy Tiger Crown Zip-Up, with her matching Tiger Crown Fleece Sweatpants. Mini Platform Suede Ugg Booties on her feet, adding a couple of inches to her already short height, correspondingly wearin' her tan Palace Faux Fur Jacket.

The jacket is slightly open, with the hood of her cropped zip-up hoodie thrown out behind her, overlapping the furred collar of her jacket.

A solid gold necklace with her name plated, a star at the end of the name of her gold plated name, and a gold rose pendant hitting up against it. Same with her expressive small gold bamboo earrings that swung about from her ears, her gold piercings running up the sides of both her earlobes.

“And don't.” You pushed back.

“You just don’t put your mind down. But, I don't know how to give directions. Okay.

You scoffed and shook your head and smirked; grabbing Cerhys by her arm and pulling her in for a hug. Holding her tight and rocking her side to side, the height difference between the two of you making it all the better, your chin resting on her neatly braided back head, the purposefully left-out curls tickling your chilled skin.

“Girl, get off of me. Wanting to catch an attitude with me. Moovvveeeee.”

Ceryhs trailed off with a whine; trying to have an attitude with you. Both her hands are on both sides of your arms, while her Hello Kitty cased phone still in the threshold of her hand, still trying to get out of your suffocating affection. Her large, brown heart-shaped fur bag hanging over her right shoulder, swaying and hitting the side of her knee, as she struggled with you.

“Bitch, you love me. When did you get here anyway?” You questioned her; pulling her out of your unbreakable hug.

“The time we all agreed on; 4:00-4:30,” Ceryhs mentioned. “How come you got here late? You are always here before anybody.” She continued.

“Traffic coming down here. I left a little late, but I’m here now,” You informed her. “Where’s Davi and Xyles at?” You asked.

"You already know it’s gonna take those niggas a century to get here.” She reminded you; a cool breeze pushing itself by the both of you, making Ceryhs stuff her hands in the pockets of her jacket.

To your recollection; you knew what she was saying was true, those two are never somewhere or anywhere on time. It’s gonna take them a good minute before they come, leaving you and Cerhys to wait for them out in the October cold.

“I’m not waiting for those two bobble-headed ass niggas.” Ceryhs expressed firmly, the sound of her teeth chattering being emanated. “Not in this fucking weather, they got me fucked up.” She resumed; a sneer becoming of her lips, her body language, agitated. Looking left and right of her.

“It ain't that cold out here.” You opinionated; knowing your statement might piss Ceryhs off further.

“Girl bye. You never cold; like, why is your jacket not zipped up?” She questioned you; looking about your person. “Just looking at you is making me cold. Zip that shit up, bruh.” She reprimanded.

“I’m fine; you just whining, for real.” You teased.

Cerhys gave you a noticeable and heavy-ass eye roll; not before walking up to you and grabbing your zipper, zipping it up with one swift motion. The color of your white tee, no more, just the bright green, clouding Cerhys vision, quickly stuffing her hands back in her pockets.

“I know yo ass feel better, cause there’s no way you wasn't cold.” She mocked.

“I wasn't, though.”

“Girl don't lie to me, lie to your mother. I could see your nipples through your shirt.” She giggled

You rolled your eyes and chuckled. Yeah, it was a tad bit cold outside, nothing you’d admit to, though.

After that ya’lls little side show; Ceryh's head shifted to the right of you, as if she was trying to look at something behind you, blocking her view. Her face soon contorted into confusion and a faint squint of her eyes, why was she looking like that?

You soon turn your body in the direction of where Ceryhs was looking; to your view, it was Xyles and Davi at the front entrance of the park, chatting and laughing it up with each other. But, is that why Cerhys was looking all distraught and shit? You’d think she’d be in relief to see those two finally arrive, but the closer the boys came, you saw that she was starstruck about.

A tall man was trailing behind the two; he was huge, even from up close. Don't know how you didn't see him from afar or before, what is he doing behind them though, he looked like a bodyguard if asked me.

“Who’s that?” You finally questioned; still looking at the boy.

“Shit, ion know. You seen him before?” Cerhys uno reversed a question back to you, while still looking at the boy as well.

“No. Should we tell them that nigga stalking behind them?”

“I think they would've felt that niggas presence by now; cause ain't no way you missing him.”

The boys finally approached the both of you. The big boy in the back, the two individual braids on the side of his head, running down to his broad shoulders. Currently looking down at his phone, while still behind Xlyes and Davi; the two finally breaking the conversation with one another, looking at the two of you.

“SHAWTIES!” Xlyes shouted aloud; the skinny, tall, lanky light-skinned boy doing a funny walk the rest of the way over to the two of you.

“How are my two favorite bitches doing?” He asked with no hesitation. Throwing both arms over you and Ceyrh's shoulders, the drawstring to his hoodie hitting the both of you.

“Boy-” You and Cerhys both warned him; looking at him crazy.

“My bad; I meant, how are my two black, ratchet Nubian Queens doing?” He reworded himself; slightly no change in his words, still trying to be funny.

You and Cerhys both start hitting him with the front of y’alls hand; Xlyes quickly retreating back from the two of you, tip-toeing over to Davi, acting as if he’s gonna save him.

Davi playfully and forcefully pushed him back to you and Cerhys, Xlyes's scary ass dipping out every chance he got, all of you laughing and cursing him out. Davi walked over to you and Cerhys giving both of y’all a side hug, Xlyes trying to do the same thing, not before getting quickly smacked upside the head.

“Sorry we're late; we had to take care of something,” Davi explained.

“And that was?” Ceryhs asked.

“We had to pick up our nigga…MILES MORALES!” Xyles announced; walking over to the large boy who had put his phone away a while ago, probably just watching y’all interact this whole time.

Miles Morales? That name did click in your head; like you heard it before or someplace, but nothing came up.

“Say hi, Kilometer.” Xyles continued to joke.

Everyone turned their attention to the towering boy; his appearance was a bit off-putting, not to sound rude or anything, but, he looked mean in the face. You know how that one quiet person in class that just don't fuck with nobody and they got that real rough, mean look on they face. That’s what he looks like. That's why I say that; not to mention his imposing, prolonged height, and lithe, lean frame.

His hands were in the pockets of his black North Face Himalayan Down Parka puffer jacket; you examined him further, the open appearance of his light grey double-layered hood of his hoodie was up and out from the confinement of his puffer jacket, laying about on the puffed collar of his jacket, just waiting to be thrown over his crown.

From the subtleness of his thick clothing, you just knew he was ripped to shit under all those damn clothes. Your first thought when he first arrived; those clothes might be baggy on him, but, you knew for a fact that he probably looked crazy under all of them clothes. Everything about him seemed big, his shoulder, frame, hands, arms, something else that I won't conjure up right now, but, you get it.

Very ill-minded of you to think about…

I mean, you just met him and you wanna be dirty-minded right in front of him.

The jacket was not all the way zipped up; a push and shove with the front of his hoodie, the slight bag and sag of his matching light grey sweatpants, from his left pocket, something long and bulged was stuffed in it. It could be…anything. Right?

His phone, his wallet…his…anything.

But, looking further down; he had Jordan 11’s on 'Cool Greys', you had the same pair of shoes at home, but in a different color. They looked like they hadn't been worn, fresh out of the box, the sight of his ankle socks, the bottom of his sweats covering them. The laces that would tie the shoe together, were retreated back within their assigned holes, making the wear of his shoe cleaner.

Your eyes trailed back up to his face; and to your surprise and embarrassment, he was looking directly at you, his eyes hooded, the slight assault of his hazel/brown eyes on your eyes, his eyes darting up and down your small form.

Fuck.

How long was you staring at this nigga for? You probably look weird as shit. We're you being loud when you was partially undressing him?

It seems Big Boy was giving you the same treatment you were giving him, but he wasn't drooling while he was doing it.

“Nice to finally meet y’all…” Miles spoke; with a slight monotone in his voice. Even a little bit of an accent, if you weren't mistaken, the bob of his Adam’s Apple apparent.

“Ceryhs. Nice to meet you as well.” She introduced herself.

It was your turn, but you were kind of stuck, you kind of just stood there, not saying anything. Everyone looked at you, a bit worried.

“y/n…?” Xlyes, Davi, and Ceryhs called to you in unison.

With an elbow to the side of your stomach; you hissed in pain, a sharp pain now burning at your side, rubbing it to soothe it.

“Shit…what?” You whined.

You looked down at Ceryhs; she looked at you with a serious look, darting her eyes back over to Miles and the others. You quietly and mentally cursed yourself in your head, you turned your head to face Miles.

He kept his eyes on you; so did everyone else, but not the way he was staring at you. The indefatigable hues and shades of picturesque tones of pink, blue, red, purple, and yellow, every color, hit his brown melanated skin. A tiny studded diamond nose piercing that resided on the right side of his nose. Accompanied by the flashing glow show, his board, and his tall frame earned the same treatment.

“y/n…Likewise.” You finally introduced yourself.

Once you introduced yourself; he kept looking at you for a good second, not before nodding his head.

“Not to be rude, but doesn’t explain why he’s here.” Ceryhs pointed out.

“He here 'cause my boy here needs to get out more; so, I suggested he hang out with us. He doesn't get out much.” Xyles explaining his presence.

“He cool; let’s just show him a good time. A’ight?” Davi advised the both of you.

The five of y’all walked to the front; where all of you purchased your tickets. After one person paid for theirs, they went on to the side, out of line, and out of the way. Waiting for the others patiently; you were the last one.

“Okay, let's get on some rides, bruh.” You responded; wasting no time, grabbing Cerhys hand and pulling her beside you, walking further into the park.

The boys waste no time and follow behind y’all; as you and Ceryhs walk up ahead in front of the boys. Cerhys and your arms intertwined with one another, as y’all walked, you felt that Cerhys wanted to say something to you, without even looking at her, you just knew.

“What you wanna ask m-“ You spoke; no before being cut off by her.

“You like him don't you, bitch?” Cerhys teased; nudging you with her elbow.

“Like who?”

Cerhys side-eyed you as if you thought she was stupid or got 'Boo Boo The Fool' in bold letters on her forehead.

“Bitch, don't play with me. And it’s not like it’s a secret, the boy’s fine, you can tell me.” She informed you.

“He’s okay.”

“The way you was eye-fucking him, I don't think "okay" is the word you’d describe him to be. You can think of something betta than that.”

“Yeah, he fine. But, it’s not like he want me. He probably got a girl or something.” You assumed.

“Girl, really just shut the fuck up right now. Y’know that boy was feeling you and looking at you the same way you was looking at him.” Cerhys stated; sucking her teeth.

You didn't want your expectations to be high; not wanting to even be bothered by the idea.

"Bitch, don't make an intense staring contest something bigger than it already is.” You firmly stated.

“As fine as he is…ion think he was feeling me like that. So, drop all this other shit, and let’s go get on some motherfucking rides.”

You dismissed her and the conversation; finding yourself moving away from Ceryhs and walking over to the Music Express. It was currently active; the rapid circular speed train-like car ride moving clockwise, music from the contraption playing aloud. The backdrop, normally covered in artwork and lights, provides a mild head-chopper-like effect as there was an exit next to the entrance where the riders previously entered from to get on the ride, near the rear section.

People were already on the ride; screaming and laughing, going pretty fast as they circled around in an intense altercation. Everyone seemed to look like a blur as they went around and around, your vision a bit impaired as they went about. "Again" by Fetty Wap blared out, not before the ride went counter-clockwise, pushing everyone that was secured in their seats forward themselves.

“O! They playing old Fetty. Fetty Wap was my shit back then; it’s been a minute since I heard him.” You chuckled; watching the ride go on.

Cerhys catching up; eventually, standing beside you, looking at the ride as well.

“Mm-hm. They playing all the old shit.” Ceryhs chimed in, the boys are now behind both of you.

“♫♪Married to the money, I ain't never letting go. Baby, it’s ZooWap from the fucking bando! ♫♪” Xyles sang obnoxiously loud right in both you and Cerhy's ear. The slight crack and high pitch in his supposed-to-be baritone voice. Ugly ass tryna hold a high note.

“Xlyes bruh, let Fetty sing his shit,” Davi beseeched; rolling his eyes.

“Bitch, I can sing. Y’all just mad.” Xlyes sassed.

“Nigga….” You and Cerhys both interjected; the word trailing off the both y’all tongues in unison, not without laughing.

The ride for the Music Express finally came to an end; you quickly made your way over, the new wave of people making their way over to the mellifluous contrivance. Thankfully; your people were right behind you, so you didn't have to sit next to some random, you turned around to see who would be seated with you.

It had to be Ceryhs…

Why? Not because you felt uncomfortable with Davi and Xyles or anything; they were your boy bestfriends. It’s just because you have a bit of a… preference when it comes to people.

Xlyes; you love the boy, he was another brother you didn't ask for, but you got him. He can be funny and goofy at most times, matching your energy. But then that energy starts to be a bit too damn much, making your ass itch to a certain point where you wanna wrap your hands around his throat and choke him.

Davi; a stand-up comedian just like Xlyes, black ass always got a damn punchline. You love him to hell and back, another brother your are grateful for, you two click, but not like, click. Not like that. Like him and Xlyles do, so that's why it really has to be Cerhys, she gets you, she’s YOUR bestie, and your hers.

And it couldn't be Miles…

Plus. You barely knew the nigga, and it would've just been awkward. For you, anyway.

To your better judgment; it was Cherys. Looking behind your group, Miles obviously being last, would be paired up with some random. You felt somewhat bad; but, that's life.

With that, you quickly got over it, really excited to get on this ride. The ride operator now let y’all come and get seated into the two-passenger cart; you and Cerhys together, Xlyes and Davi together, and Miles…

With some lightskin chick, he was chatting it up with, the girl all up in his personal space, licking her lips and laughing real fucking hard at whatever his big black ass was saying. Couldn't have been that fucking funny…

You kind of glared from a distance; not before the two of them were seated two carts behind you and Ceyhs. You soon put your attention back, facing forward, while rolling your eyes and sneering your lip in annoyance and dislike.

Obviously; Cerhys caught it.

“What’s wrong with you?” She questioned; eyeing you up and down.

She turned around to look at what you were looking at; prior. And she saw the light-skin girl rubbing up against Miles, her arm entwined with Miles's muscled one, whispering to him and laughing. Ceryhs cocked her head back with confusion. The fuck did she come from? Was her first question; her second one, who the fuck did she think she was?

“And…who the fuck is that?” Ceryhs asked aloud; not one to keep her words and thoughts to herself. Xlyes and Davi both looked at her, then turned their heads around to see what she was yapping about.

“Shit, ion know where her ass came from. But, it look like she likes herself some Morales.” Xlyes voiced; to you and Cerhys annoyance.

Ceryhs just glared at him; not before facing back up front. Xlyes and Davi were both confused about both of y’alls attitudes, abruptly coming out of nowhere, were y’all both not just in a good mood? The fuck happen? Did they miss something? Did they do something they didn't know they did?

“The fuck wrong with y’all?” Davi questioned; not understanding why both of y’all acting a fool.

He turned himself back around to see what the problem was, not before looking upon what you two saw.

“Ohhhh…that’s what y’all upset about.” Davi expressed; coming to an understanding.

“What? What they pissy about?” Xlyes asked; curious to knew what got y’alls drawers in a bunch.

Davi then nodded his head to behind him; to where the light-skin girl and Miles were, he took a quick glance, not before smacking his teeth and speaking.

“I know you not mad about that?” Xlyes asked; sitting himself up, getting right in the middle between the open space behind you and Ceryhs.

You both stayed quiet; answering Xlye's inquiry.

“Why the fuck you upset about it, Ceryhs? Don'tchu got a nigga already?” He stated.

“Boy, I’m only mad 'cause my friend is. Pipe down.” Ceryhs shared; informing him.

“Then why you pressed?” He then asked you.

“I’m not; ion want to talk about it. Thank you.” You dismissed, ready for this ride to fucking go.

Subsequently, the last group of people was seated, and the operator of the ride went back behind the thing that operated the ride. Letting everyone make sure they're secured in their seats, not before flipping a switch, the ride started back up, and so did the music.

20 Minutes by Lil Uzi Vert, begin to play. Screams and laughter started to pick up from everyone on the ride, you couldn't help but smile and laugh yourself. The intense rock and shake of the contraption itself was a lot, moving you in your secured seat, Cerhys smile and laughing as well, holding tight onto your hand, your hair being blown back by the wind coming forward.

Your vision becomes impaired; the colorful lights that once stood still, are now a striked lines, a blurry and hazed line of color. Even people who walked around the active Carnival become all the more fuzzier, the smell of food running away from your nose, coming back every now and then before leaving once more. The feeling of coming up and going back down was abrupt and expected, your other hand holding tight onto the railing that was holding you into your seat.

Without a warning, the ride operator sent the ride to go backwards. Everyone screaming 10x times louder than they were before; sending you and everyone that once moved forward, jolting onward. Your hair blows forward as well, long pieces of your hair flying around; unaccordingly, everybody’s person rocking side to side; a high-pitched scream coming from behind you and Ceryhs.

The both of you couldn't help but turn around, seeing that it was Xlyes, of course. The both of you giggled, both of y’all bending slightly forward in your seat, your hand hovering over your mouth as you couldn't stop laughing. Cerhys threw her head back, the both of you still holding each other hand, after a couple of minutes, the ride finally came to an end, your legs feeling like jelly, your knees about ready to buckle on you at the worst of moments.

Once your feet finally touched land; it felt a bit weird and abnormal, your footing and everything were off. Having to depend on Ceryhs and Davi to keep you up; both of them at your sides, holding you up, people flowing out of the ride, the heavy sound of metal being walked on.

“Whoa, damn. Haven’t been on those in a minute.” You admitted; with a laugh.

“Yeah, we can see that. Can't stand up on your own for shit.” Ceyrhs joked; still holding you astray.

As all of you were conversing with each other, that light-skinned girl and Miles, still talking to one another. Mostly Little Miss 'I Haven’t Felt A Mans Touch, So I’ma Touch Up On Anybody' ass bitch kept up with her unneeded affection towards Miles, Miles was really just too unbothered to tell her to give him his personal space or was trying to get lucky.

They make their way over to you, Cerhys, Davi, and Xlyes. You and Ceryhs both smack your teeth and roll your eyes, the little scrumpt was parading herself out, only wanting for Miles's gaze to be on her, pulling and tugging on his muscled arm to come closer to her, not letting up. All of a sudden your way of balance comes back altogether, moving away from Ceryhs and Davi’s touch. Turning on your heel, walking away, your hands in the pockets of your puffer jacket, finding something better to do, then look at that.

Everyone looked at you as you walked away without warning; but, only Davi, Ceryhs, and Xlyes knew what was up. Ceryhs soon followed behind you, Davi looked at Ceryhs as she walked off as well, not before he turned his attention back over to where the light-skin and Miles stood, Miles talking to Xlyes.

“Uh, yeah, me and her gonna walk around. I’ll meet back up with y’all later, a’ight?” Miles informed Xlyes; the lightskin clinging onto Miles like her life depended on it.

“Oh, a’ight bruh. Will be around.” Xlyes acknowledged; soon dapping Miles up.

Miles dapped him back; saying a last "A’ight, imma see you", before nodding his head over to Davi. Davi gives him back the same gesture; he and the girl walk off, somewhere else around the carnival.

Davi asked Xlyes what was up with that; all he did was shrug his shoulders, walking away to go find you and Cerhys, Davi walking beside him. The two of you didn't go far, at the long arranged rowed lines of concession stands going down from the Ferris Wheel back over to the carnival games, the both of you standing to the side, talking to one another.

You and Ceryhs both saw Xlyes and Davi coming towards the two of you.

“So…what was that about?” Xlyes asked, his arm coming over and around your shoulders, pulling you into him. Looking at Davi and Ceryhs, before looking back over at you.

“Absolutely nothing.” You dismissed; rolling your eyes.

“It doesn’t look like nothing, it looks like something. So, what’s the matter?” Xlyes asked again.

You didn't want to say, because it was too embarrassing and stupid. You already told Cerhys that you weren't interested; but, you were also not, not interested, the boy was fine. You didn't take his intense and intimidating stares accountable or as his way of feeling you. Considering you were undressing him right to his face, god knows what he was thinking in that moment when you were that.

Disgusted? Confused? Annoyed? Anything; you couldn't read him even if you tried, from the first time you laid eyes on him, his expression was no more than stoic and cold. If he were to walk into a loud room full of people, he’d most likely be the reason they’d go quiet once he stepped foot inside, he just didn't look…approachable.

It sounded real hypocritical and deluded coming from you, but that was your opinion. Not like it was needed, it’s just what you saw, from his face, body, and demeanor, it was a challenge not to say you weren’t a bit overawed by his appearance. And you couldn't say you weren't attracted to him; you’d be lying to yourself.

“It’s honestly nothing.” You stated; more firmly.

“Girl, just take your L and just admit your jealous,” Ceryhs advised; knowing you too well and better than anyone else not to call you out.

“Shut up, Cey. Ain’t nobody jealous.” You becoming a bit defensive on the topic alone.

You got away from Xlyes and his long arm from around your shoulders, walking a couple of feet away from your group, looking about at the carnival.

“Bitch, there’s nothing to be defensive about. If you like the nigga you like him, acting like you committed a crime or sumin.” Ceryhs reassured, walking up beside you.

“The boy just gets a lot of female attention,” Ceryhs informed.

“Clearly.” You flatly gathered.

“My nigga Miles is a lady killer, my boy gets down, he don't play,” Xlyes spoke; clapping his hands together with every word he uttered out.

You and Ceryhs looked at Xlyes; Davi just shook his head, smiling while looking on somewhere else, trying not to laugh. He be just saying shit, especially at the worse of times, making the situation the more hysterical.

“Xlyes. Just stop talking, cause like why you gotta be you, like right now?” Ceryhs interjected; trying to wrap around Xlye's thought process, trying to understand why he thought that time to say that was okay.

“Cause it’s true; my boy got bitches coming after him left and right. I know y’all girlies don't like to hear it, but that’s just life.” Xlyes stated.

“Boy-” Ceryhs didn't finish before going over and hitting Xlyes; Xlyes putting his arms up over his face. Lifting his sweats up swiftly and ready to square up with Ceryhs heavy-handed ass.

“Come on, bitch. What’s up? What’s up?” Xlyes taunted, at this point, the two of them were play fighting with each other. Which they always did.

Xlyes would take a step back and step up everytime Ceryhs would get too close or distance herself from him. The both of them sometimes throw false hits at the other one, walking around in a circle while still cursing at each other.

You and Davi stood aside and watched the two go at it; it was the norm for them to be at each other's necks until the other got tired of the other, which was always Ceryhs. You couldn't blame her; Xlyes was a lot to take in, always going back with you.

“Okay, Dumb and Dumber, let's not get into a squabble. Let's just have a good time.” Davi interfered, looking at the both of them still at each other.

You snickered at Davi’s comment, Cerhys looking over at Davi like his crazy, rolling her eyes and bucking at Xlyes. Walking away from him and back beside you.

“And don't call me dumb, nigga.” Ceryhs informed Davi, with his smart-ass comment.

“Yeah, aight. Tussling around with a dumbass, Dummy.” Davi threw back.

Cerhys shot a hostile look at Davi and seemed about to physically attack him. However, you stepped in and intervened by placing your arm around Cey and hugging her tightly to your side. This prevented her from causing any further harm to the boys, and you placed her on the other side of you. You now stand where she previously stood beside Davi, with your arms locked around each other in a comforting embrace.

“A’ight y’all! Let's just tend to what we came here to do and enjoy our time.” You spoke freely; looking left and right of you, at your group.

The group unanimously agreed to the terms and conditions, breaking their silence with a chorus of teeth smacks and eye rolls.

“Yeah, a’ight,” Davi mumbled.

“Yeah, whatever.” Ceyrhs followed behind.

“Yeah, you better calm your ass down, always tryna start.” Xlyes voiced in tauntingly.

Cerhys was quickly about to lunge at Xlyes before you tightly kept her at your side, not wanting these white people to think y’all around crazy than y’all are.

“Xlyes!” You reprimanded, glaring at him.

“You is not helping. Please, let’s just have a good time.” You begged; trying to ease the uncertainty between everyone.

Everyone huffed and puffed; reluctantly agreeing with your words. Turning on y’all heels and walking back where you guys came from, heading down the alsie of where the many carnival game trailers arranged from the Water Gun Game, the High Striker, the Hangman Challenge, Balloon-A-Rama, Mid Range Basketball, Shoot Out The Star, and a lot more you’d like to name, but you just wanted to fuck around and find out.

It’s been a hot minute since you’ve seen these games, nostalgia overflowing within you, the intoxicating and hallucinogenic flashing of the colorful lights making you feel even more childish. Just want to run off and try out one of the games they had about as an option and there was a lot to go off of, too many to choose really.

But, you had all night, so did it really matter?

Then your eyes laid upon one of the games, the game that people would assume you’d be most experienced in, something you couldn't possibly be out niggaed in.

Hoop Shot.

“Oh shit! Y’all, we gotta do this one.” You wooed; stopping everyone abruptly, pointing and looking at the large game trailer, that took up half of the spot it occupied.

As you gestured towards the source of the commotion, everyone's gaze followed suit. A trailer contraption adorned with bright and dazzling LED lights that radiated a carnival-like aura, especially in the dark. You couldn't help but feel the excitement and thrill that filled the air.

As I looked around the bustling game area, I noticed a constant flow of people coming and going. The Hoop Shoots Game Trailer was particularly popular, with its impressive size that could accommodate four different hoops at once. A small group of individuals had already gathered around the trailer, eagerly waiting for their turn to compete. You could see a couple of people already shooting their shots at the mid-ranged hoops, their focus, and determination palpable in the air. It was clear that the game was not only a source of fun and entertainment but also a way to ignite healthy competition and camaraderie among its players.

If you remember; vividly, this game was a bitch to win, your not very good at basketball. Especially if your competing with other people, particularly, with people you know, you were very competitive, so there was gonna be a slick chance of you trying your hardest, even if you didn't make one damn shot.

You were leaving here with something.

“Ohhhhhhh! So, you wanna getcho ass beat? Oh a’ight, fuck it….we ballin'.” Xlyes taunted; feeling that it had to be announced to the whole damn world.

Niggas 🙄

“Nigga, you wanna fuckin' bet. I’ll lay yo ass out, right fuckin now, say I won't.” Ceryhs interjected; her faint, yet strong Louisiana accent approaching lightly in her voice.

“And fuckin' won’t, baby.” Xlyes mocked her and her accent, cocking his head with sass, a slight sneer on his lips, just as Ceryhs’s lip.

“Boy-” Ceryhs cut herself off, about to got of on the lightskin boy.

Before Ceryhs had a chance to try any of that; you, Ms. Captain Save A Nigga, interjected once more.

“Okay, okay, let’s just settle this. A’ight?” You joined in.

“Settle this? I’mma wipe the floor with all of y’all.” Xlyes continued to taunt.

“Nigga, your not LeBorn. So, calm your dick, boy.” Davi joined in, getting tired of Xlyes as well.

“Y’all wanna fucking bet? I can wipe the floor with y’all without even trying.” Xlyes challenged all of you.

“Bet.” You, Cerhys, and Davi together.

“Alright, if I win…y/n, Ceryhs. Y’all gotta hook me up with one of y’all’s friends.” Xlyes smirked with a smug smile, biting his bottom lip and rubbing his hands together, slowly. While slowly nodding his head.

“Like any of OUR friends wanna fuck withchu,” Ceryhs noted.

“Oh, so, y’all know I’ma gonna win?” Xlyes taunted.

“Nah, bruh. You just ugly little boy. But, we can do that if you win.” You jumped in.

“Girl bye. What do y’all want if y’all win?” Xlyes questioned.

Everyone was thinking about what they wanted if they were to win; obviously, Ceryhs was the one to speak out first about what she wanted.

“Nigga, if I win, you gotta buy me 60-inch Brazilian bundle, with yo money.” Ceryhs slyly told.

“Oh, so your little G.I. Jane cut got you cold? So, you need new horse hair to keep you warm? Yeah, a’ight. Next.” Xlyes mocked as Ceryhs, as he moved on without a care.

“Boy, fuck you. You gonna be eating those fuckin' words once I beat to ass in this game.” Cerhys expressed angrily, her anger pronounced with her vivid hand gestures.

Xlyes scoffed and rolled his eyes, his hand put out in front of her face, blocking her from his line of sight, waiting for Davi to talk.

“Aye, I don’t mind me getting me a girl myself. A nigga lonely, forreal.” Davi confessed.

“Alright, alright, so me and Davi after the same thing. Y/n…?” Xlyes pointed out before moving to you.

“Okay, I got it. If I win, you gotta buy us something all out. My choice. Deal?” You asked, holding your hand out, ready to lock in y’alls bet.

“Of course, it was gonna be food,” Xlyes mentioned.

“Alright, deal. Cause you ain't gonna win, so this is easy to agree to.” Xlyes expressed, taking your hand, and shaking it.

“Alright, everyone has their bets. Let’s go.”

★★★

I thought this would be a full one, but I changed my mind. So, this is part 1, part 2 is being done. After I’m done with part 2, I’ll link it down below.

Thanks for reading my shit, appreciate it 🤭.



[milesmolasses]

braid my hair f’ me (miles morales x blk!reader)

— the thoughts have been thunken. I thunked the thoughts

— made em real cute for y’all

�� ⚠️: cursing, reader n miles being silly goof balls

the night was peaceful, with sounds of the city blaring outside of your open windows. you found yourself turning to your boyfriend to tell him all the gossip happening within your school, and he was actively listening and engaging with you in conversation. you showed him pictures on instagram of the people you were talking about so he could keep up with names and visuals, and it wasn’t until near the end of your gossiping when you realized miles stopped responding.

it looked like he’d zoned out completely, just looking in front of him with his eyebrows furrowed.

"baby?" you asked, snapping your fingers in his face.

like a wake up call, his head bobbed up to look at you with wide eyes. "hmm?"

"are you ok, think I lost you for a sec," you snorted. miles contorted his face as he shook his head stuttering.

"it’s nothin' I jus- I mean- you think- ugh," miles groaned as his head flew back.

"it’s ok take your time," you teased with a small giggle. if miles was struggling to tell you something this hard, it was probably extremely embarrassing or he did something. you’d hoped it was the latter.

he sighed as he mumbled with his head hung low, "that guy— Tristan— you think his braids would look good on me?"

you looked at him with unbelievably wide eyes and a look on your face that screamed "you’re joking." and it was in that moment you realized; oh my god, miles morales wants to get his hair done.

"y’know, I thought this day would never come," you mumbled looking at the ceiling.

you heard him suck his teeth and you looked back at him to see his back turned looking away from you bashfully. miles had never been bashful before.

it was then when you began to giggle uncontrollably. you leaned into your bed frame from where you were on the floor, and you just couldn’t contain your fit of laughter. once he thought the laughter had settled down, he asked, "yeah y-you done now?"

this only set you into another short-lived fit of laughter. you were laughing so hard and so loud, that miles swore your parents could hear you from downstairs.

soon enough, you were panting and coming down from your high only to face an unamused miles with his back facing you. you crawled over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist from behind.

"you know… I can braid your hair," you chirped. he looked back to see the side your face smooshed into his back with a grin.

after a beat of silence, you heard a soft "hm" from miles.

"that’s not a no," you said as you poked his shoulder. he thought about it for a second, whether or not it was a good idea to let you do this.

for the few months you guys have been dating he wouldn’t let you touch his head, claiming to be tender headed and that the only person allowed to braid his hair was his mother. he said that she had “the touch,” whatever that meant.

"she’s just the only person who’s soft on my head!"

"miles have you ever even gone to anyone besides your mom?" you asked in disbelief.

"…no"

since then, you’ve let it go after much teasing and humiliation towards your boyfriend.

"imma just ask my mom if she’ll braid it—"

"milesss c’monnnn! I swear i’ll get you looking right and I won’t grip too hard. please?" you pleaded. you hooked your finger under his chin to guide his eyes to your pleading one’s. for a second he looked unamused, but then you swore you saw his lip twitch upward.

"ok, fine. I will allow you to braid my hair just this once." baffled were you at this sentence as you pulled away from him.

"ALLOW ME?! baby say it with your chest, you know damn well you WANT me to braid your head," you sassed.

he chucked, "actin’ like you ain’t just beg me to let you braid my hair-"

"ahhhhh that never happened! I am erasing your memory, that never happened. you WANT me to braid your hair," you quickly said as you rubbed his scalp imitating mind control.

miles laughed as he grabbed your hands as he led you to the bathroom with him.

after making miles sit in a chair for 15 minutes under your sink, and running shampoos and conditioners throughout his scalp, it was time to blow dry.

you sat him down in your bedroom near your dresser with all the supplies laid on the table.

miles shifted uncomfortably in his chair and he kept looking back at you plugging in the dryer with worry in his eyes.

"miles, the blow dryer will not blow you away. you have nothing to worry about," your voice dragged. you watched in amusement as he dragged his hand down his face and a deep sigh came from his mouth.

not turning the dryer on just yet, you got to work on parting his hair into fourths, clipping back sections as you went on. finally, it was time for poor miles to face his biggest fear; the blow dryer.

he heard the whirlwind sound as soon as you flipped the switch. he winced once he felt the warm air coming to his scalp, "WAIT!"

"lord have mercy," you said over the blow dryer. you turned it off completely. "what is it miles?"

"w-what about heat protectant?" he stuttered as he puffed out his chest. you sucked your teeth as you walked to your bathroom to find heat protectant. you could hear miles’ soft sigh as you left the room.

walking back with the spray, you sprayed miles head as you told him, "you know the faster we blow dry, the faster all of this will be over right?"

"alright, alright-" he threw his hands up in defense and tilted his head. "-simplemente no tires demasiado fuerte por favor."

you squinted your eyes in thought as you tried to translate in your head, and after a second you understood.

"you have nothing to worry about, I got most of the tangles out of your hair when washing. this should go smoothly."

and smoothly it did… except for the fact that miles couldn’t stop bobbing his head all over the place. you kept having to grab his head to keep it upright with the blow dryer. "miles keep still, jesus!"

"what d’you think i’m tryna do?"

once blow drying was over, you turned miles head up to face you looking down at him from his sitting position. "that wasn’t so bad now was it?"

"hmm nooo," he groaned. you bent down to meet his lips for a small kiss, thanking him for his (very difficult) cooperation.

taking his hair out of all the clips, you got to parting six equal sections of hair to braid. as you parted you made sure to add zig-zag patterns with your comb, just to give his braids a little flavor. as you clipped off the sectioned parts of his hair to start braiding you checked to see if miles was okay to start

"you ready baby?" he said nothing.

"miles?" you asked again. when you heard no response, you walked over to check on him. what you saw was truly a sight to behold—

there was miles, shut eyed and breathing slowed with his mouth slightly opened. "I made him fall asleep," you thought to yourself. quickly, you stumbled over to your bed and found your phone. snapping a picture of him in this state, you giggled as you went to instagram to edit in a pink heart next to him and save it at your new lock screen.

swiftly placing your phone on the dresser along with all your hair supplies, we went back to doing his hair. you opened up some hair grease and gel as you went to work.

"miles," you shook him awake. "miles, baby wake up."

stirring out of the deep slumber you put him in, he stretched his long limbs as he looked around for a second confused.

"finished?" he asked groggily. you noticed his voice was scratchy and deep, still laced with sleep. you turned him around in his chair for him to come face to face with your dresser mirror.

his eyebrows furrowed and his lips formed to make a small "o" shape as he looked at himself in the mirror.

running his hands across the top of his head he exclaimed, “damn mami.”

"eek-! you like them?" you smiled as you bent over his chair to wrap your arms around his neck.

"of course I do, these are clean," he answered. he turned his head to face your cheek as he kissed you.

"ouu lemme take a picture," you said. you grabbed your phone from off the dresser. you unlocked the phone, but before you could open the camera app, miles caught a glimpse of your lock screen.

"um-! when the hell did you take that??"

— i am an avid user of the pink heart emoji

— 🩷

— took me a while to decide whether or not I wanted this to be an e42 or e1610 miles fic 😞

— tbh it could easily be both

— @laylasbunbunny @ulovejayy @all444miles @nagi3seastorm

[sonderessence]

What abt a

e42 miles x spiteful blk fem spider reader

so what if miles (1610) cheated on reader with gwen (😒..) and to get revenge on him for cheating on reader with.. gwendolyn.., we get with his earth 42 self!

(if you could make this a series i would literally cry of joy.)

Angst for 1610 Miles (IM SORRY I LOVE YOU POOKIE😭☹️☹️🩷)

Fluff and Romance for 42 Miles (🤭🩷)

DONT HIT MY LINE! ...

1610!MILES & 42!MILES X READER!

WARNINGS: vulgar laguage (cursing), ✦ CONTAINS: 1610!miles being a bitch!!

a/n: imma be honest, i am such a gwen slander after the movie (still love her tho) 😒 but i so love this idea !!

layout inspo/creds: @hiimayee the best miles fic writer!! :3

NOW PLAYING: I HATE U - SZA

part one. ✦ part two ✦ part three

your boyfriend 1610!miles had been acting strange since he saw gwen after all these years, but you just shrugged it off as him being happy his friend was back in his dimension.

you never thought that your suspensions were true when you found your now ex with his "friend" behind your back.

you looked around the predominantly empty library in search of your boyfriend miles, who was nowhere to be seen. it was highly unlikely for him to be late to anything.

maybe something was last-minute? you would go ask his mother, rio, since you go to her for everything in the more frequent months since miles had been acting — odd — but you doubt she would know since her and her husband were out of town.

grabbing the pile of books you and miles you used to study for the test you knew you were going to fail, you scurried your way you the hushed library.

the sky was temperate, the perfect temperature for the park you thought, smelling the fresh, cool air — but focus! miles has to be somewhere around campus. you stuffed your books it your bag and made your way to his dorm, maybe he was still asleep?

you made your way to his dorm and softly knocked on his door, careful not to wake him. there was no answer. "miles?" you called to the door. again, no answer.

you pulled out your phone from your bag and went to his contacts. maybe he was sick or just skipped school? you had fussed at him the week prior to get more sleep, since he always came knocking at your window to late at night.

wait, should you call him? he's probably busy. and with that thought, you put your phone back in your bag and made your way to the morales house. it wasn't far from the school you two attended, so getting there wasn't a problem.

you knocked on the front door, once, twice. where is he? "miles!! you home??" you heard footsteps from the other side and the door opened to see miles who looked like he was in a rush. his hair everywhere and shirt backwards.

"hey! you okay?" you asked, your voice laced with concern for the boy.

"yeah." he said, his voice coming out hoarse. he cleared his throught. "m'fine, wassup?"

"you were s'posed to meet up with me at the library." you meant to sound playful, but your words came out more of a scoff. "look," he started. "i just forgot."

"forgot?? miles, you could have texted me! i was fuckin' worried about you!" you were furious, crossing your arms with a frown. "you done?" he asked with an eyebrow raised — you could see the twinge on annoyance in his eyes and you could hear it in his tone. "am i done?" you scoffed "are you done running off and not checking up on people??"

he didnt know how to answer that. "look, i'm hella busy right now, we can do the study thing or whateva later." he pinched the bridge of his nose. "fine." you muttered as you walked out the door.

a/n: how we feelin' about the first chapter?? i might have gone all out but part two is otw!

TAGS: @kazustqrzz, @kxllanxtdoor ( the tags are being annoying 😒)

©bachirasegoist, 2023 — do not steal or copy works

[m4dm4yhem]

MILES G. MORALES X BLK READER!

MILES G. MORALES who is so in love with you that he stays up until the wee hours of the morning analyzing your features for a drawing he wanted to do for you two's one month anniversary

MILES G. MORALES who is so in love with you that when mr. sumida assigned the journal project he kept two; one about his normal life, and one dedicated to you.

MILES G. MORALES who is so in love with you, he does daily trips to the library to pick up graphic novels/manga for you, to avoid you having to walk or spend gas when he could easily do it himself.

MILES G. MORALES who is so in love with you that whenever asked his motivation to keeping brooklyn safe, his words are usually " to keep my family, my friends, and my partner safe." and the thought of you stays until he sees you again

MILES G. MORALES who is so in love with you that he can't handle the thought of losing you; with what he does there is always a possibility that an enemy could use you to get to him and you could end up hurt due to what he does.. so he always makes sure you're okay.

MILES G. MORALES who is so in love with you that he doesn't tell you about his double life; to protect you he says to keep you safe he says

MILES G. MORALES who is so in love with you, that he continues to lie about why he's late for dates and why his behavior is always so suspicious.. lie after lie he can see you're slowly losing trust in him.

MILES G. MORALES who is so in love with you that he is not mad when you break up with him; telling him you cannot be with someone who lies to you all day, how it gives you a fear that he's cheating or doing something worse.. no matter how many times he swears he would never do that to you.

MILES G. MORALES who is so in love with you that he still makes sure you're good after the break up; completely neglecting his own personal & mental needs.. treating you like you were still his girlfriend no matter how mad you are at him and how much you insist you hate him.

MILES G. MORALES who is so in love with you; that after a few months of his messages turning green when he texts you.. he finally lets you go; realizing that with this job that he does... it's dangerous.. and he couldn't put you in risk, so while it hurts right now.. he is so in love with you.. he wants you to be safe wherever.. whenever and happy as much as possible.. even if it means he is no longer in your life.

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a/n: this is a mixture of comic miles and 42 miles

[luvelola]

on my mind, earth 42!miles morales

— pairing: 42!miles x female blk!reader

— summary: basically you go to a party where you meet miles & give him your instagram then y’all start talking…

— warnings: not proofread, in the messages regular text is miles and italics + bold are reader, boy texting first (lol), cussing, aged up miles only bc it’s a college au, made the reader text like me, lmk if i missed anything.

— word count: 481 wrds

— requested: yes no

“girl you’ve been staring at that phone all day, them notifications ain’t gon come quicker,” your best friend natialie said.

you rolled your eyes playfully and said, “i’m just waiting on a text.”

“oh m g. you really think that miles boy gon text you? not saying you can’t pull or nun but he don’t be talking to no one like that,” she said.

“oh yea? and how you know that?”

“because i would’ve heard about it, you know i hear about everything,” nat said with a playful smirk, flicking her knotless braids off her shoulder.

“girl, you only hear about stuff cause you don’t know how to stay out of people bus-,” you were cut off by the sound of your phone going off.

you ran to open instagram as natialie started giggling unlocking her own phone.

@lovey/n you have one notification!

— @ milesunknown started following you!

— @ milesunknown wants to send you a message!

@ milesunknown

wsp, u that girl from the party i got the insta from

yea. thought u wasn’t finna text me lol

shit that mean u was waiting on my text

hell nah 🙄

i was just tryna see if u was fr or not

yk i am

i wanted to see what’s good cause lucas got another party tn & i wanted to see if u was down to go

yea. is it ok if i bring my friend nat? she was there w me last time & i don’t wanna leave her here

aight that’s cool

give me yo # tho cause ion like that dm shi

okay

its ***-***-****

imma swing by yo dorm in a min so u better be ready

you left @ milesunknown on seen 5sec ago!

“nat,” you yell from your living room since she got up to use the bathroom.”

“girl what you screaming for im right here,” natalie said walking out.

“miles invited us to a party so get your ass ready.”

“first of all, stop smiling so damn hard, and second of all i got to retake mr. zeb test tomorrow and i ain’t tryna be half asleep in his class,” she said shaking her head slightly.

“no no no. you can’t leave me. you know i can’t go to a party on my own,” you said, sitting up on your couch ready to beg her if needed.

“girl, you won’t be alone, your boyfriend finna be there,” nat said smiling teasingly.

“shut up,” you groaned. “fine. be like that, i guess i’ll just go back myself.”

“fine by me!” nat said practically skipping back into your shared room while you rolled your eyes.

***-***-****

yo

i’m finna leave my dorm to come get you right now

oh

aight, i’m almost done getting ready

you changed ***-***-**** to ‘miles 🩷🩷’

“shit,” you said, running back to your room looking for something quick to throw on.

you guys can choose what you wear, if you put on makeup, and how you style your hair. part two?

AUTHOR NOTES *ೃ༄

— this is my first story like ever on here and i rlly don’t know how i think miles would text so i made him text like the boys that live down here 😭. andddd ik i let y’all chose your hairstyle but i might accidentally give the reader one if i make a part 2 or smt.

© LUVELOLA 2023

criticism is highly appreciated!

[nejjirez]

Hi. This is my first request ever, but I was wondering if you could write prowler Miles introducing his gf (y/n) to his mom or uncle.

gotchuu , i been wantin to do this ty for requesting !

♡ Meeting his parents ♡

pairing: e!42 miles x !blk fem reader

genre: fluff

miles = purple you = pink (your name for the story is jaiya.)

a/n: IM SORRY IF SOME OF YALL ARENT BLACK BUT MY POSTS ARE MAINLY BLACK READER SO LIKE .. if you dont like it scurry on!

miles was chillin in his room , otp with you and laughing bein happy.

"nahh wym you dont care?" miles laughed , joking around with you , smilin and cheesin his ass off. "i said i dont caree" you turned towards the camera , giggling and then going back to what you were doing , all ears to hear what he had to say.

"mmmhm ight" miles grinned , setting his phone up on his gaming table , leaning back in his gaming chair .

you stared for a few seconds , laughing low and turning back to your room. "sum funny mami?" he teased. "nah , you look fine tho ." this made miles laugh slightly , covering the bottom half of his face with his hand to hide his face. "thank u mami but that's all u" as soon as you went to reply , you heard miles's door open.

"miles- oh who's this?" you heard a female voice , making you perk up and look at the phone screen (gf instincts) . you looked and saw a Hispanic woman with her hair tied to the side in a braid. "oh this my girl that i was talkin about ma"

you smiled to yourself at miles's comment , as he pointed at you to the screen. miles looked at you , and smiled "ma , this is my mom" he said as rio waved.

"hii mrs morales !!" you smiled and waved at her. she smiled raising her eyebrows looking at miles. "ouu i like this one. whats your name sweetie?" she crossing her arms smiling , waiting for your response

"I'm jaiya , nice to meet you" you beamed , smiling with your teeth. miles smiled at your beauty. "well , jaiya you should come over to see me sometime ! i'm pretty sure you've been here before.." she said , glaring at miles knowing he snuck you in a few times. "uh .. sorry about that mrs morales but yes i'd love to!"

"alright does tomorrow sound good for you?" rio asked , now invested in getting to know you to make sure you're best for miles. "mhm , of coursee"

I wanna make a part 2 to this .. but i'm lazy ..

[watsittoyah]

Watsittoyah Master List!

Here are some of my fan fics that have either made it to the internet and prospered or just got the axe for lack of interaction. (I will update this later but please don’t expect it soon I sometimes forget to charge my lap top and I’ll get to editing)

Marvel Roster (These guys are cooler than the other side of the pillow)

1. Namor- Sitting on the throne (one shot?) NSFW

2. Namor- Hate that I love you (Still typing?)NSFW

3. Moon Knight- Anchors (Still typing)NSFW

4. Miguel O’Hara, Spider-man 2099- Along came a spider 2099 (Completed)NSFW

ch.1- Don't I know you?

ch.2- Bites & Fangs

ch.3- Tinted Windows

ch.4- Just To Put My Mind At Ease

ch.5- The Skeletons In His Closet

ch.6- The Calm Before The Storm

ch.7- Everything Is Not What It Seems...

ch.8- In A Snap

ch.9- And The Puzzles Fall Into Place

ch.10- Arachnophobia Behavior…

ch.11- Perfection Can’t Be Obtained…

ch.12- Pumpkin Pie Is Best Served Cold (Pt1)

ch.13-And The Truth Comes To Light…

ch.14- Pumpkin Pie Is Best Served Cold Pt.2

5. Miles Morales Spider-Man- A Glitch In the universe (To be announced)

STRANGER THINGS (Don’t look at me like that…)

1. Eddie Munson x Blk Fem Reader X Steve Harrington- Heartbreaker (Still typing) NSFW

ch.1- Rule Number One

ch.2- Rule Number Two

ch.3- Rule Number Three

ch.4- Rule Number Four

ch.5- Rule Number Five

EUPHORIA (You knew this was coming)

1. Nate Jacobs x Blk Fem Reader -Mixtape (Still Typing) NSFW

Track 1

DC Comics (My Best boys, and all of their smutty glory!!)

Dick Grayson X Blk Fem Reader- Prayers Of A Sinner -(Currently typing) NSFW

Ch. 1- Thou Shall Not Kill...

Young!Coriolanus Snow x Blk Fem!reader -Before the Snow, Came the Flame.. (Nsfw/ Currently typing/posting)

Ch. 00-Just Say Yes

Ch. 01- A Rose With Thorns (Pt. 1)

An Obsessive!Qimir X Blk Fem!reader (oc, star wars smut fic) - The Devil's Playpen (nsfw currently typing)

CH. 01- When The Predator Becomes Prey...

CH. 02- Fear Is Only A Four Letter Word...

CH. 03- When He's Good, He's Great. But When He's Evil...

[mintyrainwater]

ᴵ ᵃᵐ ᶠᵘˡˡ ᵒᶠ ˡᵒᵛᵉ, ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵒᶠ ˢᵗᵃʳˢ! ✰

꩜ hey luv! I'm Ché:)ᡣ𐭩

long story short (quick info)!

BLK✰

20 (Nov. 14)

genderfluid transmasc, they/he/she prons. (pls try not to neglect any of them)

spiritual gyal 𓋹

lesbian (just don't talk about Daniel Kaluuya or Jungkook around me lmaooo)

very very neurodivergent

yes I'd love to be mutuals🤭✰

DMs are absolutely open to people who:

are open-minded, are on the right side of history (FREE PALESTINE, GAZA, AND SUDAN), support LGBTQIA+ people, are NOT racist, & LIKE PEOPLE WHO CAN CONSENT TO THEM (aka don't like children or praying on people under the influence), don't proship

short story long !

omg not you caring enough to look, ur so sweet bookie ✮⋆˙

-> I'm eventually gonna start writing on here, I just wanna get introductions and what not out of the way. I'll have it relisted when I get a masterlist set up in the future, but here are characters & genres I'll be writing/accepting requests for:

genres - fluff (fl.), angst (ang.), hurt/comfort (h/com.), suggestive (sug.), smut (sm.), AUs, & lgbtq.

* Keep in mind I do not and will not age characters up! and also in terms of the "reader", I won't go into specific features (ex. eyes, nose, lips/teeth, etc.), BUT brown skin will ALWAYS be mentioned & a black person will always be in mind.

characters

ATSV

HOBIE BROWN! - accepting all genres

Miles Morales - NO SUGGESTIVE OR SMUT!! no romantic "x readers" will be written for Miles because I don't write for underage audiences. accepting the rest.

Peter Parker - accepting all genres, the reader will bounce between being an MJ or Felicia Hardy type character

—

Nope

Otis "OJ" Haywood Jr. - all EXCEPT angst, I'm weak y'all I'm sorry he's been through enough lol!

Emerald Haywood - same as OJ, only thing is reader will always be fem./non-male (unless otherwise is requested).

—

I'll add more to the list later probably? but Spider-Man is a forever fixation & I love Nope so yeah def writing for those immediately. that being said don't be shyyy, send some requests in<3🫶🏾

thanks for reading allat! it's almost as if you wanna be my friend or something🤭 (wink wink)! I'll be seeing y'all soon, be it posting myself or reposting lol✰

– w/ love, Ché ᡣ𐭩

[lsuyia]

𝑭𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝑺𝒑𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒐𝒚

Miles morales x blk!fem!reader

You and your best friend miles, have been friends for a long ass time.. Basically his mom knows your mom very well and they always ship you too together.. You got tired of his constant teasing and flirting when he was always with different girl almost everyday.. It was time to end this charade once and for all.

warnings- miles being an ass and use of the n word

based off this song

IK it seems like miles is kinda a asshole in this one BUT IT ADDS TO THE PLOT A LIL BARE WITH ME GUYS.. PROLLY GON MAKE THIS A LIL MINI SERIES LMAOO

You loved miles and miles loved you! platonically… This amount of teasing this lanky boy made you go through was annoying.. but you secretly liked it. I mean not that you could ever let him know that? Right?

It was finally saturday, of all the days of the week Saturday was your favorite.. It was that one day were the birds were singinging like in a disney movie. more like cars honking out side. You lay in bed for longer just to reminisce in the sleepiness before your phone started to ring and the words ‘hood rat’ popped up requesting a Facetime. Miles requesting for a facetime at damn near 9 am? oh hell no

Since you were an actual good person you decided to answer “Hey mami?” he said his voice slightly deepened from his sleep. goddamn he sounded so fine.. never mind that... “What you want miles,” You said in an annoyed tone with your voice slightly deepened. “Nun, Just chillin'.. I was thinking about you so I called..” Miles called because he was thinking about you?!? YOU?!? of all his little rachet girlfriends you?? There is no way.. “yeah yeah... Why you ain't just call one of ya lil lace-front girlfriends?” You said still lying in bed with your feet kicking above you... Slightly biting your lip. He smacks his teeth “Mami.. you know it's not like that..” He said slightly saddened. You liked Miles as your best friend..but you didn't want him to see anyone else.

Sometimes you hated how everywhere you went with him he was just overly friendly with every girl he went around. Every time you saw him it would make your heart feel heavy. So you just had to think about the moments you would have with him, trying to make them concur with your feelings. “yeah yeah I gotta go I'm going to work today” Before he could say a word you hung up on him

Sometimes you felt like Miles would be flirting with you just to play with your feelings but you decided to just try and make it last what you felt for him.

After laying in your bed with like 12-13 texts from miles away, you decided to d to leave him on read. Just to see what would happen..

After looking at his text and text and not responding to him you decided to get ready for work. You had a little job at the window of the fast food place round the corner that you just worked at just to make ends meet. You finally got there in your black pants and oversized shirt with the company logo on it as you were in the window just chilling on your phone until you heard a “MAMI!”

damn. you already knew who the fuck it was.. it was Miles's ass in his beat-up ass car and smoggy ass smile. “what you want Miles” You said annoyed and with an obvious attitude. “lemme get yo number real quick.” “stop playing at my window, Miles. You already got my number” Every other day Miles would play this stupid little game with you asking for your number when he knew he already had it.

Sometimes you wondered about him.. “I'm joking mami lemme get a vanilla ice cream with a side of you.”

You rolled your eyes at him before yelling in the back “VANILLA ICE CREAM” and handing it over to him. “uh im missing sum mami?” you looked at him with disgust. “I told yo ass to stop playing at my window miles” he rolled his eyes before throwing 5 dollars in your face that barely landed in the window and driving off leaving a trail of dust behind him.

Damn you were tired of him.. Sometimes you wondered why you even liked him. Suddenly the boss called you into his office wondering why that same boy would always be at the window when you were working.. Of course, you had to explain the whole situation “Yeah you’re fired,you can't be bringing all that around here..” Your boss said calmly.

Damn this nigga got you fired on your first day back at your job?

The only words that pounded into your brain, right at the back of your skull were “Fuck you, Spider-boy”

[cuichichan]

when someone tells me I can’t relate to Miles Morales x Blk Reader:

(I hate it so much like I’m not black but I can still relate😭)