#they can't pull off a real ganke lee

[gayshitanddadjokes]

My prediction, as a milesganke shipper, is that now that spiderverse made ganke not fat and also not a total nerd is going to make people suddenly start shipping milesganke but the moment they see real milesganke content accurate to the comics and video game they're gonna be weird about it.

[moralesmilesanhour]

seeing double

summary: Milo keeps getting mistaken for Miles and he's like really over it wc: ~500' a/n: I feel like I've just been writing heavy-ish stuff non-stop so I thought I'd just do something for the sillies. Here is my masterlist for more Stuff

“Yo, Miles, we got a problem–oh.”

Milo gave Ganke Lee an icy glare from where he sat on the stoop in front of his house. The husky Korean boy had met his twin brother in ninth grade, and the two became fast friends. They were not close enough, apparently, for Ganke to avoid occasionally mistaking the two boys and spilling bits and pieces of secret plans that Milo was decidedly not a part of. Like being fucking Spider-Man. The braids seemed to help, though not by a large margin.

Milo pulled back his purple hoodie to reveal them, for emphasis.

“Yeah, wrong guy,” he said flatly. “Need me to text him?”

Ganke tensed. 

“Um, nah, I think I’ll be able to find him.”

Milo scoffed. “Scared you’re gonna spill his lil’ ‘secret identity’?”

The other boy’s eyes widened.

“You…You know?”

“I know how to put two and two together, Lee. Now do you need me to text him or not?”

Ganke pursed his lips for a second, then shrugged. “Tell him the Goblin’s loose again. See ya.”

He gave a quick salute, then began to jog back in the direction he came from.

The rest of Miles’ week went about the same way:

“Miles, how’s the art project coming along?”

“I’m not Miles.”

“We miss you, Miles!”

“Not Miles, but I’ll pass the message along.”

“Miles, it's not funny. Let's go.”

“I'm. Not. Miles!”

You struggled to tug your boyfriend along behind you before the showing time for the movie you two had picked out rolled around. The tight new cornrows sitting on top of his head seemed to be cutting off the flow to his brain, because he seemed to have no idea what you were talking about. 

“We're gonna be late!”

“Late to what?”

Fully on the brink of giving up, you dropped his hand and spun around to face him.

“Look, do you wanna go or not? You can't keep flaking on me like this, this is the third time–”

“And it won't happen again!”

There, jogging up to you in a white sweatshirt, hair very clearly un-braided, was Miles. 

You blinked hard a few times, then looked back at Not Miles, who had his arms crossed in irritation. 

“Yo, your girl tried to kidnap me just now,” he snapped. “Can you not be late to everything?”

The real Miles glanced between you and his twin for a moment before bursting into a wheezing fit of laughter.

“It's not funny!” You both said in unison as he held his stomach. 

After wiping a tear from his eye and regaining his composure, he gestured towards Not Miles. 

“You wanna introduce yourself first?”

Not Miles sighed.

“Milo Morales. My real name's Manuel, but I don't want nobody calling me ‘Manny’, so I go by Milo. Don't forget it.”

You narrowed your eyes at Miles.

“Why didn't you tell me you had a brother with the same face as you?”

He shrugged. 

“Wasn’t important information at the time.”

“ ‘Wasn't important’– I almost took your brother out on a date by accident!”

“You're not my type.”

“Alright, look,”

Miles took your hand. His palm was softer than Milo's, you noted.

“I'll explain at the movies, I promise.”

Your expression softened, and you squeezed his hand back.

“You'd better.”

“See you at home?” Miles turned to Milo, who was already stalking off in the other direction with his hands in his pockets. 

“Whatever, man!”

[austin-chr-2-0]

SCRATCH EVERYTHING.

42 GANKE LEE AS VERONICA SAWYER AND 42 MILES MORALES AS JD.

LET ME COOK.

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"Sorry, but I really had to wake you." Ganke sang, 42 Miles shrugged, trying to show him the book, signaling that he was awake anyway as Rio recorded. "See, I decided I must ride you ‘til I break you! 'Cause Heather says I gots to go, you're my last meal on death row!"

1601 Miles was the first to stifle a giggle as he watched his doppleganger but more like brother’s mom’s face drop when she heard “ride”. But didn’t stop recording. Oh yeah, this was gonna be fun.

Miles is quick to put the bookmark in his book, throwing it aside. Before he can say anything, Ganke interrupts him.

"Shut your mouth. And lose those tightly-whities!" He sang, his finger circularing around his crotch.

As 42 Miles pretended to take his belt off, Ganke rushed towards him. "Come on! Tonight I'm yours! I'm your dead boy walking!"

42 Miles smiles at him, until he pushes him down to the very thin mattress. "Get on all fours! Kiss this dead boy waaalkinnng! Let's go, you know the drill. I'm hot, and pissed, and I've got the lube! Bow down to the will of a dead boy waalkinng. And you know, you know, you know-ow, it's 'cause you're beautiful. You say you're numb inside but I can't agree. So the world's unfair? Keep it locked out there!"

42 Ganke looks right into Miles’ eyes, singing the next lyrics. "In here it's beautifulllll. Let's make this beautifullll!"

"That works for me!" Miles smiles, their lips smashing together. 1601 Rio and 42 Rio covered their mouths as 42 Aaron’s eyes just went wide, and Miles had to hold back another giggled. So did Kate, who worked back stage and saw Ganke’s parents reactions. They kiss for a minute before breaking it, Miles taking off the blue vest he wore, showing. white button up and Ganke taking off his black shirt, which he wore a white tank top underneath.

They kiss again, pulling away sooner and Ganke pushing Miles’s down on the uncomfortable floor, getting on top of him and kissing him again. Before they know it, Ganke sits back up, raising his arm up.

"Yeaaaahhh! Full steam ahead! Take this dead boy waaalkinnng!" He sings, Miles’ looking up at him.

"How's you find my address?" He asked, not receiving an answer.

"Let's break the bed! Rock this dead boy waaalkinnng!" Ganke exclaims, pulling out the small blue scrunchie in in his hair, letting his pony tail down as Miles just looked up in slight awe. He always thought Ganke liked so wonderful and beautiful with his hair down.

"I think you tore my mattress!" He yelled.

"No sleep tonight for you. Better chug that Mountain Dew." Ganke says calmly.

"Ok, ok." The boy with braids mumbled.

"Get your ass in gear!" Ganke demanded, forcefully grabbing his wrists. "Make this whole town disappear!"

"Ok, ok!" Miles responded.

"Slap me, pull my hair! Touch me—" The dark-haired boy sang before Miles joined him. "—there, and there, and there!" They shouted, Ganke placing the other’s hands on each side of his chest before the boy decides to rip the buttons off his shirt, leaving his chest exposed. Ganke’s mother let out an audible gasp, but Ganke was paying attention to that. Miles wouldn’t let him. His hands trailed down to his hips, squeezing them a bit. His way of saying to keep his eyes on him, and who was Ganke to deny?

"And no more taaaalllkkkkiiinng!" Ganke sang loudly, Miles leaning back a bit. Kate watched intently, signaling other stage crew to keep the lights as 1601 Miles’ eyes widened.

"Woah-oaahhh-oooooaaaahhh!" The dark haired boy vocalized.

"Looooove this dead booooyyyyy walkiinnng!"

Ganke started to rock his hips on the pit of Miles’ stomach slowly, trying their best to make this look real.

"Oooh, oohh, hey, hey, yeah, yeah!"

"Loooove this dead booooyyyy walkiinnng!"

"Ooh, hey, hey, wait, wait!"

"Love this dead boy!”

"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" They both sing together in unison.

"Ow!" Miles yelled, genuinely after Ganke accidentally went on a bruise on his hip bone. But Ganke just took that as a sign for acting, since Miles didn’t signal him otherwise.

"Yeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaahhh!" They end together, the song coming to an end.

“And that’s a wrap!” Kate muttered before dropping the curtains. Both boys were panting, after singing their hearts out as Ganke got up and helped the other up. “Dios mio, that was so humiliating.” He heard Miles mumble, making him roll his eyes.

“You grind on a boy in front of your highly traditional and highly religious Korean parents and then you can talk to me about humiliating.” He said, as both Rios quickly got up, 1601 Miles following as Ganke saw the women rapidly approaching. “Your mother?” He asked.

42 Miles almost shrunk at the sight of the two women, both snapping simultaneously. “Miles! ¡Explícate, ahora!” They shouted as Ganke looked at the two, picking up his scrunchie awkwardly.

“¡Mamá, yo no elegí el papel! ¡Tenía que jugarlo! No tenía muchas opciones!” 42 Miles spoke, desperately explaining himself as his doppelgänger/twin/brother for another dimension and mother butted in. “¡Sí, mamá, no puedes cambiar los roles cuando se trata de obras de teatro y teatro! Esso not his fault!”

“Qué quieres decir “Esso not his fault” ?!” 42 Rio exclaimed as Ganke looked at 1601 Miles with a judgmental look. “Jeez, your Spanish is horrendously criminal.” He said, earning looks from the four.

“We know!” They all yelled, as two other parents approached, equally upset. The father clapped his hands, grabbing Ganke’s attention as he swallowed. “설명하다. 지금.” His mother demanded as Ganke let out a small squeak of nervousness.

“나는 이 역할을 선택하지 않았다! 나는 선택의 여지가 없었다!” He yelled, as his mother and father scoffed. “이게 뭔가요?! 전교 앞에서 남학생들과 섹스?!” His father yelled as now, it was Ganke’s turn to scoff. Was it a bit inappropriate? Yes. But it’s not like he had gotten Miles hard or anything! It was just acting, no harm said or done.

“우리는 섹스도 하지 않았다! 우린 섹스도 안했어! 연기였어!” Ganke exclaimed back, stomping as Miles tried to calm down his mother before Kate stepped him, clearing her throat loudly. “Hey! As much as I love the bilingual parents, there is a show going on. You all can do this afterwards. Please get back to your seats.” She said, as both Rios huffed, walking off the stage as 1601 trailed after them. Ganke’s parents glared daggers into his soul before they walked off stage, and the Korean boy sighed from relief.

“Thanks Kate.” 42 Miles said, as she shrugged. “Don’t mention it. Now, get into position!” She whispered to the two boys. After all, the show had to go on.