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nightowl374art · 8 months ago
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Because I promised you guys MxG 42 like months ago
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briefalpacashark · 1 year ago
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MILES 42 Spoils you
Warnings: None.
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(Dont know who the artist it but props to them. Amazing stuff)
Miles loves to spoil me. He's got plenty of money, thanks to the buyer's market for fancy gadgets and Miles' insanely smart brain, and a few choice investments. Money was no longer a problem for him. He had paid off his mothers mortgage and the only reason why Rio still worked was because she respected her own independence. 
The gift giving started off slow. The appreciation I showed fuelled his desire to gift me anything and everything. 
I started catching onto his antics and shut it down.
“You like that one Mami?” I felt Mies place his hands on my hips from behind as he peeked over my head at the small stuffed animal on display in a window.
“No,” I flatly refused, going to step away only for him to hold on tighter pulling me back. Miles was stronger than me by a long shot. So my attempt to escape was easily foiled. I could see his smirk in the reflection as he moved to encase my body in his arms resting his chin on the top of my head.
“The green or the blue?” he asked.
“Neither,” I muttered.
“Come on Mami, Which one?” he asked, dropping his head to my shoulder.
“I was just looking at the cute cashier,” I stated without thinking.
“Who the old lady?” he asked with a smirk. Looking at the cashier, I grimace slightly.
“Come on Mi Amor,” he coaxed his lips, finding himself a sweet little spot on my neck.
“Nope,” I popped the p.
“Mi vida, Hermosa, Mi Alma, Mi Amada, Cariño, Mi Reina, Bebe,” with each pet name his gentle pecks got more intimate. Trailing down my neck and sending my cheeks a flame. Finding my sweet spot rather easily my eyes widened as he started to suck on it, fully intent on forming a hickey. Pushing the pleasant shiver it sent though my body I cleared my throat. 
“Fine!” I suddenly declared. He smirked giving the spot one last peck before straightening up.
“The blue,” I muttered trying to fix my hair pretending that the kisses had not affected me in the slightest. 
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Staring at the blue teddy on our bed I huffed in defeat. 
Yet as I started to shut down his habit he found ways of literally forcing me to accept it. Whether it be teasing me to the point of acceptance or just flat out ignoring me as he bought the item. The honeymoon period of him actually listening to me diminished in less than a month. Hell I had even tried returning items, Miles caught on and started refusing the receipts when he purchased stuff. 
So I made it my mission to not go shopping with him anymore. I succeeded mostly yet sometimes he would still pop up. 
It was working to an extent. 
Until one day when we went to watch a live performance in the park with Jessica, my best friend and Shiro. I guess you could call him Miles' best friend. The performance was canceled last minute so Jessica decided that we should go shopping. I tried to refuse but Jessica was like Miles in a way. Wouldn't take no for an answer. So there we were walking through a clothing shop. Miles hung closer to me watching and waiting for any reaction I would have. Any slight hint that I liked something and his card was out. Luckily for me I had been practicing the art of deception. The whole time I kept a millstone smile on my face. Miles hated it.
“You're not fooling me with that smile,” he whispered into my ear. 
“Oh really? Well I wonder why your cards are nice and snug in that wallet that hasn't left your pocket,” I stated smugly, giving him a wink before turning back to Jessica that held a shirt to her chest asking for my opinion. 
“What's up with him?” Jessica asked, nodding to Miles who now wore a slight frown, more than usual.
“I won't let him buy me anything,” I muttered.
“I'm sorry. You're not letting him buy you stuff? Are you sick?” she asked, reaching for my forehead pretending to check my temperature.
“He gets me too much stuff,” I muttered with a small smile pushing her hand away as we walked to the other rack leaving a moody Miles behind. 
“And that's a problem, how?” she asked. “You have a sugar daddy and you're not using him,” she tisked going back to looking at things. I hated the feeling that settled in my gut at her words. I know she was just joking but it still hit me deep.
“Hey Mami, we're gonna go check out some things I'll be back,” Miles muttered, gently tapping the side of my hip as he stepped up behind me.
“Ok, meet you at the food court?” I suggested.
“In an hour?” he asked. I nodded and waved him off.
“Now that they're gone we can actually do some shopping,” Jessica said wagging her eyebrows. She dragged me straight towards Victoria's secret. I wasn't gonna lie, I had a good time. Trying things on. Looked at everything that caught my eye without the worry that Miles was gonna buy it. I even bought a nice jacket for Miles. Seeing him sitting down I walked up behind him reaching around to cover his eyes with one hand.
“Hands out,” I demanded with a smile. Miles put his phone down holding his hand out. Placing the bag in his hand I pulled my hand back wrapping my arms around his neck as he opened it. 
“What's this for?” he asked holding the jacket up. 
“What can't I spoil my man?” I asked, giving his cheek a quick peck before sitting down next to him. He chuckled lowly at my words absolutely loving how I called him ‘my man’
The next day I got back from work walking into our apartment.
“Miles, I’m home,” I called out rounding the kitchen and stopping upon seeing a pile of bags on the dinner table. 
“Hey mami,” he called from the couch, keeping his eyes on the television.
“Miles,” I sighed, already knowing what was in those bags. 
“I really don't see what the big deal is,” he shrugged, already knowing what my sigh was for.
“Miles,” my tone was more serious now, it snapped slightly and my anger appeared. Miles' head tilted to the side slightly at it. I rarely held this tone. But I had had enough. It was getting out of hand. Miles and I rearly fought. And our fights were mostly me ranting and Miles using a calm tone as he listened. 
“What's that tone for?” he asked. 
“You know what it's for,” I snapped, chucking my bag on the table looking over it all. Hearing the TV shut off I refused to turn around as he approached me.
“Mami,” he whispered.
“Don't Miles, I'm mad at you right now,” I shook my head walking away from him.
“Babe, come on,” he sighed.
“No Miles, you just don't listen, do you know how frustrating that is?” I ranted ripping my scarf off.
“It's not like you listen to me all the time,” he shrugged, leaning against the door frame of our room. My head snapped to him in a glare that had him sighing again.
“What's got you so wound up. Huh?” he asked softly. That stupid soft understanding tone. That one that held no anger. That's why I hated arguing with him. He never got angry. Never. Frustrated maybe.
“Jessica called you my sugar daddy,” I whispered under my breath, kicking off my shoes.
“Sugar Daddy. Well I like the sound of that,” he mused with a small smirk.
“Miles,” I huffed.
“Aight aight. Lo siento,” he held his hands up in defense.
“So am I gonna have to pry what's bothering you out of ya or?” he trailed off.
“I don't want you to think I'm with you just because of your money. I don't like it, it's so fucken stupid and it makes me feel sick,” I continued to rant moving about the room.
“Mami, hey hey, come er,” he walked forward gently grabbing me, pulling me out of my pacing. His hands rubbed up and down my upper arms as he whispered to me in spanish trying to calm me down.
“Why would you ever think that?” he asked with a frown.
“It's not just me. Other people say it,” I muttered.
“Did those other people know that you were with me when I had a whole total of two dollars to my name. Where my idea of an expensive date was a trip down to the seven eleven and a push bike ride to the lookout?” he asked reminiscing on when we had first gotten together. 
“Well no,” I muttered.
“And do they know that you work an honest job and against my wishes pay for your own things. That you pay for what you think is half the rent when really I already bought the apartment and put that money into a savings account that I would have told you about when we had our first kid so you wouldn't stress about buying stuff for em?” my eyes widened slightly at Miles casually mention of not only lying to me about the rent but the talk of a kid. I should be really angry at him for lying to me. But all that was running through my head was a kid. 
“You want kids?” I asked softly. We had never talked about kids before.
“Who wouldn't want a little you runnin round?” he asked with a small smirk. My chest flushed with warmth at the sincerity in his eyes. 
“Why don't you?” he asked.
“Of course I wan- No wait. I'm getting distracted. You've been lying to me! MIlES!” I snapped.
“Mi amor you're angry, How about  we calm down,” He suggested his arms moving to encompass me.
“No, I will not calm down,” I huffed trying to get out of his hold.
“Ok,” he shrugged before tipping us back, myself hitting the bed and him flopping down atop me.
“Miles!” I yelled trying to wiggled out from under him.
“Hum?” he hummed, not moving an inch. 
“God you can be so frustrating,” I huffed, giving up on my struggle. 
“I'll get up when you calm down,” he muttered simply. I gave one last shake before huffing again. 
“You know I read somewhere that adults who can't accept people buying nice stuff for them is because when they were a kid their parents would say stuff was too expensive. Messed with the kids mind and made them think they aren't worthy of being gifted stuff,” Miles mumbled. Hearing that my mind instantly snapped back to when I was young. Money was tight growing up. My parents tried their best to shield it from me but I was smart enough. Seeing my parents so worried about paying rent, I guess it could have left a mark.
“Stop trying to be smart,” I huffed. Miles was smart. Crazy smart. As in genius einstein smart. 
“You deserve the world Mami. And I'm the one that's gonna give it to ya,” he whispered softly.
“I don't need the word Miles. I only need you,” I whispered my arms moving around to hug him, my hand gripping the back of his shirt. Rolling us onto our sides he shifted me up so we were looking at each other. 
“Who else am I gonna spend my money on huh? I send a bunch to charities. I look after my mum as much as she will let me. At least you let me buy you stuff,” he muttered.
“Let you?” I propped an eyebrow.
“Yes Mi Vida. You let me, even though you try not to,” he grinned. I sighed, shaking my head reaching up to grab his face.
“I love you Miles. I love YOU, Not your money. Not this apartment. I would love you if you had not one penny to your name. You know that right?” I asked. I wanted him to know it. I needed him to know. For a long time he simply stared at me. In his mind he wondered what he had done to deserve the love of such an amazing woman. He knew I didn't care whether or not he had money. But the main reason why he did what he did, why he sold his tech was to make a life free of such worries.
“I know,” he whispered, his own hand reaching up to cup my face. “ So let me spoil you. The whole reason I did it all was to make a life free of the worry of money. To make a good life for us,” he whispered honestly. I pressed my lips together. He had a point.
“Fine. but only once a month,” I huffed.
“Once a month?” he asked, pretending to be appalled.
“Fine once a week,” I muttered. He grinned, pulling me into a sweet kiss. I smiled, trailing my finger down his chin as he pulled back.
“Say, you busy this evening?” he asked.
“Why?” I asked.
So there I sat. On the handlebars of Miles' old push bike. In one hand I held a slushy. I wore the biggest smile on my face as we rode through the town, my hair gently billowing in the wind. Looking back I caught a glimpse of one of Miles' genius true smiles. A smile so wide and toothy that it showed his dimples. 
“You wanna know something?” I asked, turning back to the front. He hummed, signaling for me to continue.
“This has got to be the best date yet,” I said. 
“I guess it's alright,” he mused.
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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 1 year ago
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i want Miguel to meet Miles42 so badly.
Miguel: Oh great, there’s another one of you-
Miles42: Ayo, shut the fuck up.
Miguel: What-
Miles42: Yeah, I said it. Shut yo bubble gum dum dum looking ass the fuck up. I don’t give a fuck what you got to say - matter of fact, don’t make me jump my ass up there and punch your dome off rn 🤨 on god
Miguel: lyla what’s wrong with this one
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vqrtualheartss · 5 months ago
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Without Barriers — e42!Miles x Fem!Black!Reader
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ᴅ☆ᴇ'ꜱ ꜱᴀʏ|
Hi chatt, unuh miss me? 🙂.
Anywho, part 3 of this thing
I been inactive but I swrr it's just school, I been inactive n shit but I still love writing and adore Spider-verse (I'm still hyper fixated. Helpp.)
Also looks like I have part 4&5 to give after I properly proofread, bye lovess
These past few weeks in Earth 42 have been quite eventful to say the least. Not to mention you breaking the promise to yourself that you'll never fall in love with Miles Morales ever again. I mean, it was inevitable really. Who wouldn't fall in love if someone looked at them like that?
Leading up to school Miles got everything in order for you.
Your hair? Who knew your man was a cosmetologist cause he did you right by that electric blue dye
Clothes? Bought and paid in fulll
He made sure you had common knowledge of everything. Places, people, lingo, social norms even drama, he went as far as teaching you basic fighting techniques.
"I know it may hurt tesoro, but you need to learn. I'm not gonna be there every time to save you."
One thing that had you on ice though was when he brought in fake identification with your new credentials that did not look fake at all. Truly, you didn't want to question it, but your face said what your mouth didn't. Now you looked at the papers then at Miles, back and forth, back and forth.
"I know you have questions, just ask" He spoke up, breaking the unneeded awkward silence when he did.
"I didn't even say anything to you" I retorted
"Good"
That came off with more sass than it should've, from both of you at that.
I hate his attitude at times. "Miles, sit down."
He sat himself where he did before, bracing himself deeper into the chair. "My eyes are up here by the way. "
He laughed when I hissed. Yuh bright bad. Slowly the playful air in the room dissipated, a more serious feel emerging. Miles cleared his throat, he was nervous, okayy. I still kicked my feet while being on the bed, waiting patiently for him to start.
"(y/n)" his leg started to bounce involuntarily
My eyes shifted to him, they already were but this time I looked into his eyes. Lord knows I was not the one for eye contact, so I hid the other half of my face with a pillow. Because, I was ready to giggle, and I don't think it was the time for that.
"You, and I know about how I feel about keeping secrets from each other"
My eyebrows furrowed, but it was true though. Miles told me everything he could remember , his allergies, favorites, dislikes, pet peeves. Even the most personal shit like how the house we shared was a piece of land paid in full by his father before he passed— one for him and another for his mamá. Like I said, everything.
And I never judged him for any of it, no reason to, but right now, I am not familiar or comfortable with this tone. I nodded for him to continue, visibly skeptical of what was to come next.
"And I've been giving you the half-assed truth about what I do. My uncle and I, we work fo- with this man. Kingpin, and the shit we do isn't necessarily good either. I fight, steal, hurt people, a bunch of stuff"
Knowing Miles he would've went on with the list trying to "be transparent" . Drawing an inference he stopped noticing my widened eyes , I wasn't shocked at him. No, it was the insane ass plot twist. In the other dimension it was just Aaron and Kingpin, yikes. Miles gave me my look, my look when I'm signaling for questions or something to make a situation less awkward.
"You kill people? "
He nodded
"Often?"
"They must've sent the feds on my ass"
I wasn't pissed, I swear, but the hitched lip and narrowed eyes inflicted a response from him. He relaxed his shoulders , but he still looked perplexed.
"Never have, almost broke the streak after-" I put up a hand in front of him, stopping whatever he was going say next. I do not care about what you do inside that suit, whatever you want handsome.
I stared blankly, randomly looking over at him when I heard his breathing heavy.
"You're not scared of me right?" He stammered a bit, aw
"Do you plan on hurting me?"
"I know you're not stupid" Just cause yah man nuh mean seh yuh fi wicked
I watch him rest his elbows to the edge of his thighs, I copied his hand placements from before, head in palms, a W over my lower features.
He sighed.
"No, never, nunca baby"
"Then there's your answer: no, never, nunca" Nah call yuh baby too much cause yahv mi siddung like yam inna basket.
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Then came the time when your results for Brooklyn Visions were to arrive. Given that they decided to send the letter a mere two days before school opened was criminal. Already anxious, it didn't help that it was one of those days where Miles was absent for almost all 24hrs.
Your stomach flipped on end, contemplating what to do if you didn't get in, what to tell Miles— you couldn't just stay here doing nothing for the whole day, waste style that. The what if's had you on edge, not wanting to open the letter, so—... you didn't.
Waking up from an afternoon nap, you felt disoriented with no remembrance of earlier. Somewhat aware of the time difference of then till now you went downstairs looking for Miles and instead went for the letter. Although a delayed reaction you shrieked at the words in bold : You're Accepted!. The lingering decibels drew Miles down frantically observing that he didn't even take off his left gauntlet. Seeming as though you were safe, he went up after a while then came back down— to shower presumably, he hated having you near him after he's gone out.
"I got in!"
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"Miles, stop kissing my face, you're gonna bring out my cheeks"
Any average person would've, but not Miles— he wasn't average.
"(y/n), can you leave me alone to give my esposa affection in peace?"
" 'Esposa', yeah right" I scoffed, rightful title
“I don't know what's going on in that pretty little head of yours but dios mio, sure isn't working right.”
Removing the arm from around my body, he took his phone from his pocket and placed it blatantly on the armrest of the couch. Securing his hands on my hips he moved me to the kitchen island then on top of the counter. I stayed put like a porcelain doll in showcase— not that I hated getting treated by him the way he did. Elevating himself on his palms he rubbed the sides of our faces together then pushed himself into my neck.
“Miles, are you a dog?”
“Whatever you want me to be”
Laying down on the counter, his head was adjacent to my thigh. Wrapping an arm around the width he dragged me closer, diminishing any little space left between his head and my body. Placing kisses along the length, I tangled a hand into his hair, massaging and drawing patterns into his scalp. After some time my neck and back started to hurt, constantly I began to rub them and groan. Miles noticed from the glances he took every now and then. He mumbled something into my thigh.
“I'm sorry, I didn't hear you”
“Can we stay a bit longer—... please”
I passed him a re-assuring smile. Bringing himself back down he brought a hand of mine with him, toying with it and doing whatever. When I felt it lay flat on his face I assumed he had fallen asleep. Still, my body ached but I didn't want to leave him here by himself.
What could I do without him?
Shit.
After (what I thought were) three quiet yawns later Miles woke up, somewhat. I figured he wasn't fully conscious but enough to piece together the fact that I hadn't left even though I was still hurting. Sitting up, he flexed his wrists, arms, and other limbs, gathering strength before taking me off the counter and placing me on his bed. Instead of the usual hug as our sleeping position, he put a hand on my nape and lower back, kneading away more pain than I were aware of.
"Why didn't you leave?" I wonder
"I would've been bored alone"
"C'mon, you'd be sleeping"
I physically can't nor do I want to sleep without you.
Shaking my head, I held onto his shirt, initiating some type of contact before his hands were free. I looked up at him, completely in disbelief that once again, once more I fell in love with Miles Gonzalo Morales. And he's going to be my doom, I know it
Miless p.o.v
One, I don't think she realizes she said that out loud, and two, you know that feeling when your organs get flushed out and replaced with butterflies? That's basically how I felt. And believe me, half of the time I don't know what to say to her, whatever I say, I just do. She's perfect, mine to ruin, but I don't want to do that, I don't want to hurt her.
She's attached to me— deeply. While that may not be a bad thing, it isn't good either. I've studied (y/n) for a while within us being together, she's the 'i love you so that means I'd die for you' type but I can't let that happen. If anyone's sacrificing themself for the other its me— I wasn't raised otherwise, she hasn't taught me to love otherwise. Crucify me after for leaving my beautiful tesoro on the earth by herself, id deserve it. And I definitely think I'm the only one deserving of her.
Props to the jackass that fumbled, forever grateful to you.
Before I could answer, her hand fell flat against my chest, the warmth of it tugging me into sleep with her.
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Waking up, I saw a blue sky instead of the black abyss I was accustomed to . This became a regular thing since I started sleeping with her— physically, not y'know, she says she's not ready for that. Often, I had to push back meetings and missions with my uncle because of it.
Shit, speaking of that, today I intend to ask my uncle for at least 2 months of off jobs, and I know he'll come through, hopefully. School re-opens tomorrow, and while it's my first time back, it'll be her first time ever. I can't nor do I want to miss this for her.
Getting up, (y/n) gripped tightly onto my shirt forcing me to stay down. They were just her reflexes coming into play, but I still complied, waiting until she was comfortable to get up. From what happened I do not want to wake this girl up again. She placed her head onto my leg, be it any other day I would've stayed until she woke up, but if I wanted those months off I'd need to get my phone somewhere in the kitchen.
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With minimal back and forth, Uncle Aaron and I settled on 3months no jobs (he'd cover) with me coming in every Saturday 9-10, am to pm to keep overview on plan Burn Brooklyn. I promise it isn't what it sounds like.
Handing me my bag, he went behind his mini- bar and poured out something— Bailey's probably. Man is addicted to that shit. I understand though, kinda. What a time when he let me go through his cabinets after a fight with (y/n), I was a mess. She called me a hot mess.
Draping an arm around my neck, he noticed that unlike times before, instead of slanting downwards his arm tilted up.
"You're growing up, and fast Miles" Using the strength from his arm he turned us around to face the windows. Sunrises never intrigued me, but the sunsets were something else. He took a small swig at the cup before continuing.
"You're finding love, making it out, doing your best" I noticed hand movements from him at the corner of my eye. Uncle Aaron was crying. Uncle Aaron is crying.
"If I found a piece more of myself in you I'd say that you were just like me when I fell for yo—" He cleared his throat, stopping himself.
"You're not just doing this for us are you, she's involved isn't she"
I wasn't going to lie to Uncle Aaron over a question, I didn't even give him a answer to what he already knows. Despite the constant liquor intake he produced a smooth laugh, his hand repeatedly patting my bag.
"I like her a lot Uncle Aaron"
"Like is a feeble word for what you two have, we're happy to see you like this"
"we?"
"Rio and I"
So it's everybody in our business? Cool
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I'd prefer above all things walking beside my love to go home like we usually do, but unfortunately he had to call out of school. Typical, atleast he trusts me enough to walk home by myself, and with what I've learned from him I'm sure to be alright.
"Hand in your pocket hermosa, the watch looks shiny and that's what they like out here"
"Walk only where I showed you, if not the safest area but it's safer"
And he's referring to roads nearby Aaron's house so he's always here and there if I need him. It's ironic that a "criminal" makes the city safer for me and not some superficial superhero.
Sudden thuds draw me back to reality, what the hell? I recognize that thing, it's what I came through— a portal.
Fada God.
Action resumes on the road adjacent to me, an escapee of some sort and someone running after them.
My heart and pace speeds up as I stare through my peripheral at the hero of the encounter. Those where they can peep from buildings, street corners and alleyways at the commotion. It's something no one has ever seen, except for a comics con nerd. I'm not one, but I know exactly who that person is— the figure and combat style is just too familiar.
Fada. God. Not today. Abeg. Please.
"Is that Spiderman? And not just any Spiderman… Is that thee fucking Miles Morales?"
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Still re-wrote everything cause life didn't end when Tumblr decided to delete it 🙂.
It's kinda short, but work with it until I can update more tmrw on it 🙂.
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chitsangenthusiast · 9 months ago
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i'm miles morales. but you...you can call me the prowler.
sometimes my wips don't get translated into paper. sometimes the builds i make get too intricate. sometimes you learn the hard way that finding deep purple cardstock is practically impossible and so you drop the project 🙃
thanks to @drive who convinced me i should post this build even if it never gets to see it's true paper form! miles42 you deserve it 👾
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miles42wife · 4 months ago
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My baby💗💗🎀🎀🎀
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loveyou3000mylove · 6 months ago
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'Hear Me Out'
Miles42! Bold
​(You have a crush on the Prowler...Miles finds you interesting, you have an awkward run-in with Prowler)
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​In the cafeteria
​"Okay but the Prowler" Niya said pointing at me, I flush, "The Prowler isn't a 'hear me out' if no one wants him" Jordan says as she fixes her shirt, giving Niya a pointed look that screams 'I dare you'.
​Niya dares "Not true....Y/n here-" I cut her off "Hell no, how did we get here?!", "We got here, when you told us Mei's lockscreen was Swiper(DtE), then we started talking about 'hear me outs'" Nicc, explains as he breaks his forth plastic spoon,"....oh" i mutter, "Y/n has a crush on the Prowler!" Niya says a little too loudly, quieting the cafeteria, murmurs and whispers of "Thats's weird", "Who's Y/n?", "Freak". I glare at Niya, "Sorry", she squeaks, I get up, grab my bag, and leave the cafeteria, Nicc sighs softly "Give her till 7th period".
​I did not come around.
​"Y/n! Wait" Niya begged, Nicc and Jordan trailing her, "I can drive you home" she offers, I finally turn around, "I got a ride" I tell her with a strained smile, "Look...I'll text you all when i get home, bye" i finish, walking down the many steps when i see my brothers', Heide, car.
​"Hola" he saluts me, "hey Heid" I climb in shotgun after moving the stuff on the seat, "Home?", "My Home, Heid", he nods pulling onto the road, "You should visit more, Papa misses his Bebe", he says with his eyes on the road, "Tell him his 'bebe' is almost 18 and wants a boyfriend" I say, sarcasticly.
​"BYE!" Heide screams from his car as i apporach the appartment door, "Bye, H" i shout back and enter as i hear his engine start, 'I will visit' I think as i get my keys and open my door, 'someday soon'.
​I throw my bag on the floor, "Honey, wheres my supersuit", I mumble, walking into the kitchen to make dinner, "Hmm, I have leftover lasgna that mom gave me? but that cheese is going to get bad soon...I'll just grate the cheese over the lasgna and bake it till it melts", I plan out my meal, placing the tray in the oven and setting a timer, walking out of the kitchen to get my bag from the doorway and head to my room.
​My apartments way bigger than it should be, figures, giving my family.
​My room is full of artic monkeys posters, and a singlular Prowler poster in a corner, hidden almost, tossing my bag on the bean bag, i plop onto the bed and open my phone, I stare at the group Icon for 'That one group', 'fuck it', I click it open and shoot a quick, 'Am home, Heide said hi' and close the app, opening Tiktok.
​About 10 minutes later, the timer goes off, making me hop off the bed and shoot to the kitchen. I gently take out the tray from the oven and the smell wafts the air, 'best part about living alone', I don't even take a plate, just a fork and dive in, it hardly took me 10 minutes to finish, I place the dish in the sink and make my way back to bed, to write my homework.
​I just had Spanish and English today so I finished at 9:46, and decided to sit by the window with a book.
​Crrk~!
​Claws or something, scratched the window harshly, 'huh?', I got the window open and let the cold air hit my exposed shoulders of my f/c wife-beater, 'this is such a bad idea' I think climbing out the window and following whatever it was that climbed to the roof.
​"Why are you following me?" as soon as i get to the roof, am pinned against the wall with a claw raised dangerously close to my neck, "Your the Prowler" I mutter breathlessly, from the wind getting knocked from me (or some fucked up excitment).
​"No shit, nina/nino"
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(This might actually become a Fic)
Part two is almost finished
Writers block is annoying and i need requests
xoxo,
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itssluv · 1 year ago
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I’m sorry but Miles-42?? His hair ate down them braids gon do ur ERRYYYTIMEEE 🗣️🗣️
That boys scalp greased tf down as it should be
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tar0star · 1 year ago
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prowler miles+ pavitr doodles!!
more hobie drawings next and I want to draw prowler miles more cos hes bbg and I love his character design!! Anyway
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cheeziefk · 7 months ago
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HES SO FINE DHFUSHFSHFAUJDASD
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jayegay · 1 year ago
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guys I like Miles 42 I think
(PSS I cannot draw braids for the life of me sigh)
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briefalpacashark · 1 year ago
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So? Miles 42
Warning: mentions of nudity.
Aged up: About 24
Play this song while reading.
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You had finally caved and let miles take you on a romantic getaway. Where you ask. To a tiny little cottage in the middle of the Scottish lands. On the edge of a hill overlooking a beautiful ravine. 
The bedroom had beautiful glass doors with beautiful stained glass that cast an enchanting rainbow of colours over my naked sleeping body, a sheet covering my most intimate places. Miles' hand reached over gently, tucking my wavy hair from my face. 
‘Stunning,’ he thought. 
His hands shock his heart hammering in his chest threatening to jump though his rib cage right there and then. 
He was about to do something that stuck fear through every cell in his being. Letting out a shaky breath he chuckled inwardly at how cowardly he was being. He had faced things much more dangerous than that. He had been sitting there for two hours. Two hours as he tried to work up the courage. Dropping his head to his hands he sighed. 
“Come on Miles,” he whispered, trying to encourage himself. 
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Hearing a door close I frowned  being pulled from my sleep. Yawning I pulled the sheets closer to my body, an embarrassed smile working its way onto my face remembering the actions from the night before. My hand reached out to the opposite side of the bed where miles should have been only to feel cold empty sheets. My frown deepened as I peeled my eyes open being greeted with the beautiful colourful rays of light cast over the bed. A pretty sight that brought a smile to my face. Only my smile faltered slightly when I saw a glint of light. A glint of light that emitted from my hand. Particular what was on my hand. What was on my ring finger. The ring that was on my ringer finger. My jaw slack slightly as I took in what it actually was. It was Rio's engagement ring. A ring that had been in her family for five generations. A simple ring with an oval diamond pitched between a twist of a band. 
It took a while for my brain to realize what it was, and why it was on my finger. I sat upright with a start holland it closer to my face. Then my eyes lifted to the figure in the distance through the glass. 
My heart thundered in my chest as I pushed open the doors, gripping the sheet tightly around around me as the cold air nipped at my skin. he was standing down in the lake skipping stones across it.
“Miles,” I called softly. He turned around, giving me the chance examined his nervous expression that he tried to hide behind a blank face. It reminded me of when he had first asked me to be his girlfriend. We stared at each other for a moment before he shrugged running his hand down his neck.
“So?” he asked simply. So? Thats how he was going to ask.
“Your mum's going to kill you if she finds out you asked like that,” I muttered. Why was I saying that? Well I needed confirmation. If i didn't get it I don't think I would believe it. 
“Well, I was gonna do the whole on one knee and big speech thing. But I realized I've already said all I need to. You know you're the only one for me. Nothing will every change that,” his voice was shaky and for the first time in a long time I could physically see how nervous he was. 
“Plus I'm scared as hell Mi Vida,” he admitted honestly with a breathy chuckle.
“Scared of what?” I asked.
“Scared your gonna say no,” he whispered almost painfully.
“Why would I say no?” I asked. I almost beat myself right there and then. What was I doing? 
“Alot of reasons, I dont know,” he shrugged.
“All I know is that I love you with my whole being,” he sighed, looking to the ground. “Fuck that was corny,” he whispered more to himself. 
“So?” he asked again looking up at me. 
“So?” I repeated his words. “Say it,” I pressed. He knew what I wanted to hear.
“Only if you promise to say yes,” he whispered. He didn't want to say it. When he said it he would need to get an answer. And there was a possibility that the answer would be no. After all there was only two answers. I gave a shaky nod as I waited for his next words. He stared at me as a grin formed on his face. Of course I was making him say it.
“Will you marry m-?” before his question was through I had crashed into him throwing my body into his. The impact had us tumbling back, plunging into the water for a brief moment. As we resurfaced I left only a moment for Miles to catch his breath before planting my lips on his finding it the only way to express the utter joy I was feeling. It was heavy as he pulled me and the wet sheet closer to him, his hand weaving into my wet hair that dropped down into his face. Only when I needed air did I pulled back Miles moving with me so we were now sitting up me straddling his lap our waists in the water. Miles froze momentarily seeing the biggest and brightest smile spread across my face, my eyes filled with happy tears as a harmonic laugh escaped my lips. A laugh of excitement and pure joy.
“How could I ever say no?” I asked.
“Say it,” he pressed, needing the confirmation as his hands found my waist looking upon me like I was the most amazing thing he had ever seen.
“Yes, YES! of corse I'll marry you!” I exclaimed. A large breath of utter relief left him as he pulled me close burying his head on my neck. 
“You said yes,” he whispered to himself the excitement burst from his chest in a triumphant laugh as he shoot up swinging me around the sheet swirling after me in the water. 
“FUCK YEAH!” he yelled into the air. Gently setting me down I beamed watching the water drip down his face. The utter adoration sparking in his eyes had me leaning in for another kiss. 
“I love you so god dam fucking much,” he whispered resting his forehead against mine. 
“I love you too,” I whispered. 
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Stepping into the airport from the trip home Miles held me close to his side as we laughed about nothing in particular.
“AHHHHHHHHH!” The excited scream had us both turning to the waiting area where a very big family stood all clustered together with balloons and sighs. Rio bolted towards us tears in her eyes. Behind her stampede said family.
“I'm so happy!” Rio cried as she slammed into us. We were enveloped in hugs congratulations and praises of all sorts. 
“Rio, I, I can't thank you enough,” I whispered as she looked at the ring in melancholy. It was her ring, it was crazy.
“Don't thank me Miha. This ring was always meant to end up on your hand. It brought me alot of joy. As I'm sure its going to bring you too,” she said reaching up to cup my cheek.
“And no more of this Rio, nonsense. To you I'm Mum now,” she said.
“Alright then, Mum,” I said. She smiled fighting off a sob as she brought me into a bone-crushing hug.
“God, I love you,” she muttered.
“Ma, you'll suffocate her,” Miles muttered.
“Dont talk to me. How did I raise you huh. Whats with that So? Bull shit you pulled. Lo juro por Dios, debería haberte castigado más cuando eras un niño,” she began ranking as she gave her son a slap upside the head. 
“Hey! just be happy I asked her ok,” he muttered.
“Yeah finally,” Aaron commented. 
“Come on, the rooftops already set up,” Rio stated.
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Later that night I walked with Miles hand in hand. We came to a stop and Miles kneeled down dusting of the leaves from the top of his fathers gave.
“Hi Dad,” he whispered.
“I finally did it. Just like you said,” Miles whispered. I placed a hand on his shoulder crouching down extending my hand out to the grave to show the ring.
“Bloody oaf put it on me while I was asleep and then had the gall to simply say so?” I copied Miles voice making him smirk slightly. 
“Well I did better than him. He got so nervous he passed out while he asked mum,” Miles said. I smiled hooking my arm in his, leaning in close.
“Well I hope you approve of me. Even though I was the one to encourage your son to sneak out that one time,” I joked returning my gaze to the grave.
“I still can't believe he believed your lie,” Miles shock his head. A soft silence passed over us.
“He approved of you. He was the first one to know I liked you. He said. “Son, that girl there. she's a good one. Dont blow it,” Miles recalled his fathers words. I smiled looking love the grave. I missed him, he was a good man. Sniffing back a sob my lips trembled. Miles should have his dad here. He should be able to hug him and share in the excitement. My heart cried for him.
“I love you dad,” he whispered. Seeing tears welling up behind his eyes I smiled softly pressing a kiss to his shoulder rubbing my thumb on his arm.
“So wish me luck, Imma need it," he joked grinning at me.
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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 8 months ago
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I know we're supposed to be focusing on the Miles twins and the dad situation and all that but I'm far more invested in the two Rios meeting.
Genuinely if that's not in the next movie?
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Take ya asses back to the drawing board!!!!! Go back to SQUARE ONE!!
Let it be clear in this household we stan Rio. I want the two Rios to meet and compliment each other and gossip to each other in Spanish while The Miles' do their chores.
Please. Jeff seeing two Rios??? PLEASE. WILES RIO SEEING JEFF?????
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I need it. Badly.
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aw2024drawzs · 4 months ago
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MILES 42 👾👾
First post of my art 🤯🤯!!
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chitsangenthusiast · 1 year ago
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I WAS JUST A BOY 🌿
summary: miles morales, grief, and what moving on looks like.
All four burners on their stove are going, the oven has just finished preheating, but she takes the time to fill a cup with some water and hands it to him. “Take it from me,” she says. Her palms are sun-warm on the backs of his hands. “It takes a lot to keep small things alive like that. You did good, mijo.”
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writings-ofthe-heart · 1 year ago
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hi im deeply in love with miles 42 like fr hes so boyfriend and i love how literally everyone decided a. he totally spoils u and b. he calls you ma/mami LIKE HIRL OMG I NEED HIM IN MY LIFE IF U LOOK/ACT LIKE MILES42 HMU IMMEDIATELY😊😊😊😊😊
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