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Okay, Iâm still working on all of my bat family stuff, but consider⊠x
Yandere ASTV x OâHara! Child! Reader
Like, in your universe, you were raised by Miguel OâHara after your bio parents died, and you became a spider hero at age 10.(I kind of like the idea that your situation is similar to Miles, there was a Spider-Man but he died protecting you. Extra angst if itâs your Miguel who died.)
Your Miguel wasnât yandere, but he was an overprotective parent. He definitely homeschooled you, and tried his best to shield you from the world, leaving you with a pretty optimistic outlook on life, and oblivious to lifeâs challenges.
You would end up in another universe on accident about half a year after you became spidery.(In this au, you were bitten about two weeks to a month before you started your vigilante gig.) I am seeing four different scenarios.
You end up in Hobieâs world, which would definitely be a shock, since your universe is very similar to our world, and as you are very sheltered, you definitely freak out and end up attracting Hobieâs attention. I see him trying to show you the good side of rebellion, and getting very protective on your behalf.( The climax is definitely you taking a bullet for him because a cop tried to shoot him in the back of the head. The bullet injures you but doesnât kill you. Hobie fucking destroys the cop, but definitely makes you go somewhere safe so you donât see it. Hobie likes your growing rebellious tendencies, but he doesnât want to ruin all of your innocence.)
You end up in Gwenâs universe. There would definitely be confusion in the civilians, since they are used to a very different Spider-Woman. Gwen finds you quick, and 100% gets attached within minutes. You are completely alone and so small and you look at her with big hopeful eyes.(She has several mini heart attacks as she learns about your world.)
You end up in 1610 Milesâs world. He would 100% bond with you over taking over a different Spider-Manâs mantle, and facing criticism for it. He would definitely try to shield you from any problems, especially since you are so young. (I kind of like the idea of him introducing you to his parents and them getting attached too.) I donât have any exact idea for how he would become yandere, but finding out about your Miguel would definitely confuse him.(he would have to figure out how someone like Miguel could raise you, but would remind himself they are different.)
You end up in 42 Milesâs world. You definitely catch his attention, especially since this is after ASTV.(The ending killed me, so Iâm saying 1610 Miles escaped and defeated Spot with a semi truce with 42 Miles.) Prowler would definitely be interested about you, but what changes everything is you saving his motherâs life. You were patrolling and saw her be attacked, probably by a villain who found out Prowlerâs identity. You save her life, just as 42 Miles arrives.(Iâm imagining 42 Rio Morales doesnât know her son is the Prowler, but finds out, culminating into a very tense dinner you get dragged into.)
After a few weeks, you definitely want to get home. Since every Spider has some weird abilities, Iâm going with you being able to find portals easier, and if you strain yourself, you can make them.
You definitely have an argument about trying to go home, and use your power for the first time. However, you are upset and unsure and all you are thinking about as the world around you glitches is that you want your dad.
This leads to you quite literally falling at the feet of Miguel in the Spiderverse Headquarters, disoriented and exhausted from your powers, only able to manage a strangled âPapa?â before you pass out at his feet.
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Yandere! e42 Miles Morales would be extremely irritated if you went to a different college than him. He already felt the pit in the bottom of his stomach growing when you both graduated high school. The last thing he needs is his girl fucking leaving him. He told himself and promised you he'd try and control his temper and work on his impulsive behavior but how does he expect to control his emotions when everything that gave him meaning to his life was threatening to leave him as the days count down?
You said you were leaving the state. You said you'd keep in contact with him as much as you could in college. You said you love him and nothing will change that. He knows that you wouldn't, God forbid, cheat on him or any fucked up shit like that. But the fact that you're just....leaving him. The moment you hopped on that plane and waved him goodbye, it just felt like a hand was twisting his guts in his stomach, he can't live without his baby.
Too many scars litter his arms from protecting his city just to try and forget how he feels. All he could think of was you. And you're gone. All this money he gathers from fucking up niggas just for you to not be there waiting for him at the end of his night out. What was any of this for if you're gone?
Every day, the messages you send him get shorter, and you respond less and less, and he can tell. Fuck his degree, it doesn't matter if you're not here to touch and hold him. He can buy as many perfumes that you use as possible, but it's not the same as smelling it when it's on your skin. He needs you here.
You didn't respond to his latest message, and it's been 6 hours. That's all it took for him to book the next flight to your state.
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- NOT YOURS
pairing: prowler!miles morales x reader, miles morales x reader
summary - miles seemingly canât let you go, but you know your miles needs to get home. maybe if you play along youâll be able to get back home. PART TWO!!! part 1 here
word count: 1,305 words
warnings - not much really, profanity, lil bit of violence and non-con touchy touch
notes - well i didnt expect to do a part two lmao but holy shit you lot r crazy thank u for the love - sorry if this isnât at anyoneâs standards but yeaaahh here you go đ€
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heâs not moving.
youâd been trying to shake your miles awake ever since the other miles left the room but to no avail.
âmiles please, i donât know how long we have. you have to work with me here.â you whispered as you shook his shoulders again. he was icy to the touch, the hard floor did not help.
you didnât know where he was but you prayed he wouldnât come back any time soon, as unlikely it was for him not to return.
he was crazy, indefinitely.
how the hell can someone be so delusional to think that their girlfriend who passed away, infront of them, whom they buried in the ground over a year ago, is back and with them in the flesh? you had no clue, but all you cared about right now was getting miles up and awake.
youâd managed to get rid of the chains after what felt like an eternal tug of war and you were sure heâd wake with countless bruises.
âfuck it.â you sighed as you raised your fist as it is collided with his chest. you couldnât hit his face, he was to pretty for that.
miles was struggling.
he was dreaming. he knew that.
but for some reason he felt much more comfortable with staying in his dream then facing whatever was happening around his body at the time. maybe he was already dead. this other miles killed him, took his girlfriend, his y/n.
the one who he had loved since they were kids and he was too stubborn to get off the swings since he thought he should have extra time after being away visiting relatives.
the one who was also as stubborn as he was and decided that getting a plastic shovel from the sandpit and digging it into his sides was a more effective way of getting him off rather than asking politely or asking a teacher for aid.
the one who helped him up afterwards and apologised before running to the swings and hopping on.
the one who he saw everyday afterwards, the one who sat in his spot and made friends with his. the one who he knew he shouldâve been mad at but he couldnât help but admire.
her cute pigtails, her cute dresses and smile.
the one he grew up with, his first true friend, his first crush, his first kiss, his first girlfriend.
the one who helped him through his uncles passing and to come to terms with his new abilities. the one who always gave him the strength to get back up and fight.
he couldnât stay here.
his father was waiting for his help whether he knew it or not and his other half was waiting for him to get back up.
get up.
Get Up.
GET UP
âget up! oh my god is one punch not enough idiot?â y/n whisper-yelled in his face as his eyes shot open.
youâd never felt more relieved at seeing milesâs wide eyes. âshit are you okay? i didnât punch you too hard right?â you interrogated him as you looked over his face with concern.
âno, no iâm okay. are you? shit i shouldâve gotten up earlier iâm so sorry. he didnât hurt you did he? iâm so sorry, so sorry i-â you cut off his rambling with a kiss.
as you pulled back you couldnât help but smile, he was quite literally knocked out cold and the first thing he asked was if you were okay. âiâm fine miles. iâm okay, just breathe okay? you need to have your head on straight if weâre to get the fuck outta here okay?â you murmured as you nestled your face in his neck.
âcome on up, we need to get out of here before that psycho comes b-â you were cut off as you felt something buzz in your jacket.
you saw milesâs bewildered expression as you slowly reached for it, âi swear to god if this is a bomb.â miles whispered as you groaned, âseriously?â
as your hand grazed the object your eyes lit up as you recognised it. you pulled out one of the watches youâd managed to acquire through violent methods at HQ.
âyes! oh my god you are incredible you know that?â miles grinned as he asked for it. âi totally forgot i had it, god thank you!â you joked as you clasped your hands together whilst looking upwards.
âearth 1610, i know that much.â you smiled as he worked through it.
the two of you were so engrossed within the find of the watch you forgot to focus on the door behind you two as it slowly opened. milesâs head shot up as his senses went off. he shoved the watch into your jacket as the two of you turned around.
âsee you got out of the chains.â miles spoke as he walked in slowly. miles stood infront of you swiftly, fighting stance slowly crawling through as his fists balled.
âand what about it? you needa move aside. no one has to get hurt.â miles threatened as he slowly walked backwards.
other miles looked at you before smirking. âi ainât goin nowhere. neither is she.â he pointed your way as you couldnât help but frown.
why couldnât he let you go?
why wouldnât he let you go?
âiâm not staying here miles. iâm going home, you need to let her go. iâm not her.â you spoke up as you lowered milesâs extended arm in-front of you to talk to him clearly.
âi canât let you leave ma, ion want to, and ion have to. he ainât gonna stop me.â miles grinned as his mask came forwards to cover his face, his claws on too as he rushed forwards at miles.
ârun!â
and you were off.
you couldnât think about anything else. you couldnât look backwards it would slow you down. you decided to run upwards, hoping that your miles would fight the prowler off long enough to make it up to you on the roof.
you pulled out the watch and jammed numbers in as you continued upwards.
how many fucking levels were there?
you saw the door come into view just as you pressed enter. you slammed through the door to see the portal open.
your chance was here.
you looked back to the door, willing him to come.
you saw a flash of black and red and the door slammed in-front of you just as you moved forwards to try and find him. and it scared the shit out of you and resulted in something slipping from your pocket.
miles hugged you straight away. âyou okay mi vida?â you hugged him tightly and kissed him. âyes, yes iâm okay, you? he didnât hurt you did he?â miles shook his head as he looked towards the portal home.
âcome on letâs go before he decides he wants a round two.â you said as you grabbed his hand and jogged towards the portal just as he barrelled through.
the two of you flew through as the portal closed on miles.
âshit! fuck!â he yelled as he stood in-front of where youâd left just seconds ago. he was too slow. too fucking slow again. he let you slip through his hands once and vowed it would never happen again the second he saw you and you were taken from him again.
after spending so long working, training to be the best version of himself to keep the person and people he loved safe.
as he sat down his eye was caught by something glimmering in the moonlight. as he picked it up he couldnât believe it.
a watch. the one he saw you shove into your jacket. the one which most likely controlled the portal. the one which had the multiverse contained within.
the luminescent letters spelling out,
EARTH 1610
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Summary: Miles is the villain. You are the hero. You two shouldn't be in love...
Warnings: Yandere themes, kidnapping, afab!reader, canon typical Marvel violence. the reader is an undefined hero (but you can think of them as Spidergirl). No NSFW but both reader and Miles are 18+
Part #2 (The Perfect Girl)
part#3 (The Spider's Web)
There's something about the New York nights, that leaves a faint melancholy glow across Miles's soul.Â
Some vanquished feeling that humbles him as the stars and moon look down laughing. Celestial bodies that mock him for every sin he's ever committed. Howling at the blood that drips from the edge of his claws.Â
Miles never thought he was an insomniac. It just so happened that most of his life and routine took place in the dead of night. It had all been a coincidence until he met you. Now he's not sure if it's bad habits or sheer serendipity. All he knows is that he needs to see your face before the night comes to an end.Â
He hadn't really met you. Not in the traditional sense at least. He'd been sent to kill you. An initiation from the sinister six. Back then he'd thought you were just another sanctimonious fool who was trying to play the role of the righteous hero. There had been many like you before. foolish and virtuous. All were left dead in some ally by daybreak. And yet when you'd landed punch after punch to his ribs. Your body slam caused him to spew blood from behind his mask. You were a tough bug to squish he'd give you that much.
Miles hadn't fallen in love with you that night. Nor the nights after that.Â
It wasn't love the first time your web dagger nearly missed his heart.
It wasn't love when he had you pinned between his body and the cold street concrete, as you tried to pry off his mask to gouge out his eyes.Â
It wasn't love when he'd shattered the bones in your leg and you'd been out of commission for a week.
It wasn't love when the two of you lay bleeding on a rooftop. Delusional enough from all the blood loss to try and trace constellations in the polluted night sky.
It wasn't love when you'd returned to that same rooftop the next week to beat him up. And he'd managed to lay a nasty blow to your face.Â
It hadn't been love all those times. Yet all he knows is that somewhere along the lines Miles Morales had fallen in love with the new hero in town.Â
He knows you're comingÂ
Senses your presence right as one of the sinister six's weapon cartels blows up in the distance. You never were one to be caught in the aftermath. Ever the dramatic sweetheart, who didn't like to get her hands dirty.Â
He waits for the telltale sign of your feet hitting the rooftop to turn around. Mask on and heart on his sleeve. "Prowler" you greet, courteous as always. "Hey," he responds. Solid and simple and overflowing with every emotion he wishes he could spill at your feet.Â
His eyes roam over your suit. Modest and girly, all things you wouldn't expect from New York's only superhero. You look like a doll. All porcelain and ivory. How you've survived so long in this city is beyond him.Â
There's something wrong with you. Something Miles just can't put his finger on. Every time he looks at you it's like looking into a broken mirror. You're Disfigured, mangled, damaged. Yet all he sees in those shattered shards is the face of the boy he once thought he'd be.Â
You're the light of New York. The one that promises to save this nightmare of a city. Made up of frilly bows and dreams to big to keep locked up in your head. The rage of the city, of the civilians boils through your blood.Â
He's the Prowler. A boy born with rebellion in his bones and violence in his veins. A broken heart and a broken soul stitched together with barbwire and cheap glue. He's the sinister six's newest protege and uncle Aaronâs last hope.Â
He's the villain and you're the hero. You shouldn't be in love.Â
You skip across the rooftop, arms locked behind your back and spinning when it takes your fancy. You've long since shed any fear you may have once held for him. Standing on your tip toes you rest your chin on his shoulder. "Whatcha looking at?" you ask, with a voice filled with daisies and the summer breeze. "Pieces for my new suit were in the warehouse you just blew up." Oh how Miles wishes he could throw you over the edge. Watch you fall to your death. Maybe then you'd stop plaguing his every thought.Â
"Sorry, Prowler just doing my job." You sound so carefree, it almost reminds him of how he used to be when his dad had still been alive. "You're an insufferable little insect, you know that?" He feels you smile  from under your silk mask."I try"Â
You're not meant to be the hero. He knows this in his bones. You're too naive and soft-hearted to deal with the terrors of this city. More than anything else Miles Just wants to drag you away. To lock you up somewhere. Somewhere only he knows. A home where the burdens and terrors of this world can't find either of you. A place where you two can finally become one.Â
 But you're not him and he's not you. All this is just a puppy dog crush. And puppy love is for baby-faced boys who didn't watch the life drain from their father's eyes. It's for sweet boys who didn't have their first kill at ten years old.Â
"what's it like being the hero?" Miles asks, eyes glazing over the stars, staring straight at destiny. Who chose their roles anyway? Who made him the monster carved from rage and pain? Who painted you as the Guardian angel in gold? Why couldn't he be the hero?
You don't respond. Breath hitching and for a second Miles thinks he's hit a nerve. No one ever said doing the right thing was easy. He wonders if you claw away at your own soul. Peeling off your flesh each night to replace it with a silk suit and copper-tainted values.Â
He imagines you throwing cheap knives at the night sky, watching as God's light deflects them back into your heart.Â
You walk over to the edge of the roof and sit down. And for the first time ever Miles thinks he sees you for who you really are. Actually sees you. A kid with the weight of the world on their shoulders. An onomatopoeia of breaking glass and the cheers of the cities oppressed.Â
"They're coming for me, Prowler." You pull your knees to your chest. Eyes looking over the city skyline. "I don't mind. I knew what I was getting into...It's just."
"Just what" his voice reverberates through his mask, he's grateful the metal and digital layers keep the  anxiety from seeping through.
"I just never thought I'd die this way" There's a smile in your voice. A Â final giggle before an impending war. Miles takes a step back. Head heavy as the weight of your words crash down on him. "I saw Venom lurking through my apartment before I came here. They found me, I think they plan to strike tonight."Â
He wishes he could tear this city apart, break its seams, and rapture its pillars. He can't let you die. He just can't. With a forceful tug on your shoulder he turns you his way. Mask slipping away as he slides his finger under your silk facade as he pulls it away.Â
Miles's lips capture yours. As he kisses the dying stars trapped under your tongue and behind your teeth. His lips trail down your neck as he kisses the fatigue from your bones. Metal claws clutched tightly around you as if you may decay if he lets go.Â
Sometimes he wants to dismantle his ribcage, piece by piece. Pickaway at the ribs and offer you his blackened heart on a silver platter. It's not his fault that he fell in love with the girl stitched together from radioactive spider bites and misplaced nightmares.Â
every time Miles sees you he feels a certain feeling like the world turned upside down. Like he woke up fundamentally broken with no way to piece himself back.Â
His claws trace up, gliding past your shoulders' to your neck. You don't refuse him, feeling safe for the first time since you dawned your mask and made your vows. You let him touch your neck as your naivety shines through. He won't hurt me, you think. But oh, how wrong you are.Â
Miles wraps his fingers around your neck. Squeezing and squeezing as he watches you claw at metal. You look so beautiful suspended over the edge like this. There's something about being half awake and half asleep and half dead and half alive that makes you glow. He wants to say something along the lines of 'I love you'. He doubts you're conscious enough to hear him.
You're not his, not exactly. But Miles can't bear to let anyone else lay claim to you. It's a sickness he knows. But he'd rather be sick than lose you.
He'll keep you safe, he swears it. By the time you awaken, he'll have found somewhere safe for the two of you to hideout until he can convince his "mentors" to spare your life. It'll be fine, It has to be, after all...
He's Miles Morales, the Prowler
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Hello girl! how are you? doing well?
Can I request a E 42 yandere miles X reader? Am yes, E 42 reader is dead, omg how original XD
But the E 42 reader had this "church girl" or "flower girl" innocent type persona. And when E 1610 reader arrived with miles, she is a loud, cusses out a lot and has a hammer with her at all times.
E 42 miles sees her and while stunned to see such drastic personality change, he still sees his beloved in her and wants to keep her in his world and in his life? Add flashbacks if ya like! you can change it if you want! whatever makes it be awesome! luv you! <3
Hey, love!! I can totally do this
Suerte- Miles G x Reader
A/n: I hope yâall enjoy this!!
Warnings: strong language, angst, suggestiveness, reader being a spider person, descriptions of blood and yandere behavior, kidnapping, lmk if I missed anymore
You were falling off of a building, it seemed your screams would never end as you looked up into the endless sky waiting for someone, anyone to save you. Miles watched as he tried to run and save you but by then it was too late, the sound of your skull hitting the pavement and the crimson blood that flowed from your nose was enough to indicate that you were gone and there was no saving you. Miles cradled your softer skull as the police and ambulance arrived.
Suddenly, Miles woke up in a cold sweat. It was Sunday now, and he had to get ready for church the only reason he was going was because you convinced him too
You managed to convince Miles to do just about anything; he just couldnât say no to your adorable face and he hated disappointing you. You two seemed like an odd couple at first, with Miles being tough, cold and closed off whereas you were bright, happy, innocent and it seemed like you could do no wrong. You went to church every Sunday, you prayed all the time, you helped everyone and everything and Miles fell for your soft innocence and your warmth. He fell for your simplicity, your poise, your patience and how you felt like a piece of heaven.
The day he lost you was the day he lost himself. Miles was never the same after you left; he closed himself off completely and adopted the Prowler moniker. He felt like he failed you and that you would be so dissapointed if you saw him now. Miles would have flashbacks to you telling him how much you loved him and how you would always love him in every universe, so he decided to pray and beg God for you back and eventually, he got that.
âMILES WHERE THE FLYING FUCK ARE WE??â you shouted
âIâM TRYING TO FIGURE THAT OUT, Y/Nâ Miles shouted back
You and your Miles were best friends since you both came to Visions. He found out you had powers the same as him and you two clicked immediately. It seemed you two were fated to be together; same music taste, fashion choices and morals its just you were a bit more harsh than him
âI think weâre home?â Miles questioned
âI donât remember Brooklyn looking this shittyâ you said
âItâs just dark, come on, we can go to my house. My mom loves youâ you said
Mrs. Morales loved you because not only were you quick on your feet, you also made Miles happy and you made a great first impression. She thought you were exactly like Miles, just more abrasive and she thought you were sweet.
You went to Miles room and it looked different, almost more grown. Your spider-sense went off and just as you went to tell Miles, Rio was there and greeting him. She looked at you like she had seen a ghost, tears spilling from her...green eyes??
âY/n?â she whispered
âYeah? Hi Mrs. Moralesâ you went, going to give her a hug which she reciprocated just more eagerly
âOh Mija, I thought you were dead. Gracias Dios, you answered my prayersâ she said, sobbing and looking up at the sky
Her and Miles had a conversation and you both revealed your identities in which she was indifferent about. Suddenly, the door opened to reveal an Uncle Aaron.
He saw you and his eyes went wide. He stalked closer to you before grabbing your shoulders and shaking his head
âIs it really you, y/n?â he said
âuhh yeah last time I checkedâ you chuckled, grabbing your body as a joke
âWhere did you go? How are you here?â he asked in disbelief
âWell interesting story actually, we used something called our legs and walked hereâ you joked, usually Aaron could appreciate your humor because it was one of the things he told Miles before he died
âMiles, you wonât find another girl like her. Girls like y/n donât come around like that so Iâd advise you to keep her"
âGot itâ Miles would say
It was like you were looking into a portal of dead people, your entire body clenched when his gaze suddenly went cold.
He lead Miles and you to the roof when suddenly, you felt a strong stinging in your neck and just as you were about to hit the floor, a strong pair of arms grabbed you and you heard voices
âSheâs not your, y/n man. Sheâs meanerâ
âI donât care"
You awoke with a splitting headache on a couch. Your limbs were handcuffed together and it was dark; your eyes immediately went to search for your Miles when you saw him tied to a bag
âHe wonât be up for a bit, hes out cold. Maybe we can keep him that wayâ a voice said
âHeâs not the only one whoâs gonna be out cold. Who the fuck are you and what do you want?â you snapped
âHm. So hostile, my Y/n would never speak like thatâ a man said approaching you
âDawg are you smoking crack? Speed? Bath Salts? Because you gotta be fucked up if you think-â you started
âla muchacha sucia(dirty girl), I shouldâve put that gag on you while you were outâ he said, taking off his mask to reveal your boyfriend just more gaunt
âListen here you Rick and Morty knockoff, if you try that, I will bite your finger off, comprende?â you said
âSi. Eres muy bonita pero tu boca es tan asquerosa. I can tell you arenât from hereâ he smirked
âJust so you know, just because you called me pretty doesnât mean I wonât crush your nuts the second I get out of these chains. Listen, your knockoff prowler suit doesnât scare me and neither do these chains, I could break out right now but Iâm intriguedâ you said
You heard groaning and saw your Miles move
âMILESâ you screamed into the other Milesâ ear
âY/N. GET AWAY FROM HERâ your Miles shouted
The other Miles ignored him but he grabbed your throat and forced you to look up at him
âItâs not a knockoff mami and unless you want to find out just how powerful this suit can be, I suggest you pipe down. Itâs gonna take a bit of work, maybe forceâ he tightened his grip at force, causing your eyes to water and your tongue to come out
âBut I think I can make it work. You may not be exactly like her, but youâll be close enoughâ Miles said, lowly
If the circumstances werenât what they were, Miles wouldâve found your position hot, you were tied up, tongue hanging out a bit and your eyes looked so pretty; in his mind, you were giving him the âfuck meâ eyes but in reality, you were using this as a way to escape
The idea of playing along until he got his wish came to mind but you realized this was deeper than that, he wanted you in every form and if it wasnât you, whatâs to stop him from taking another version of you that may accidentally come by.
âWhat happened, mami? You had so much to say, say it.â Miles taunted, hand still flush against your throat
âYeah its kinda hard when youâre choking the life outta meâ you said
He took his hand off your throat and you coughed.
âDude just leave her alone, okay? You can have me, kill me just please let her goâ your Miles said, his voice faltering at the end
âOh but whereâs the fun in that? Plus cabron, I donât want you at all, its not about you. Itâs about her and her making a promise
âWhat promise did I make?â you asked
Miles got a flashback of you laying next to him, playing with his braids and giggling
âIâll love you in every universe, Miles Moralesâ you said sweetly
Miles teared up and explained this to you
âOkay well bud, Iâm not her and in a way, I do love you in every universe, I love my Miles butâ you said before he slammed his fist next to you, causing you to yelp
âI am your Miles, mi amor. At least, I will be. Iâm never letting you go againâ he said close to your face, hovering above your lips before getting up and striding over to your Miles
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â„ïž Preciosa hija â„ïž
đ» Imagine: you, a little girl, living in New York in an orphanage. you didn't know who your biological parents were, besides being a very "mature" child for your age (you weren't mature, you just had to grow up faster than the others);
đ» Your life was peaceful, but sad. when they finally made friends they were adopted or taken to other orphanages... until one day a couple arrived at the orphanage. For you, it would be another day that you wouldn't be chosen, you've gotten used to this routine in your 10 years of life;
đ» The couple radiated a welcoming and vibrant energy. When it was your turn to meet them they quickly adored you. his father was named Jefferson Morales, a kind and protective police officer, and his mother was Rio Morales, a Puerto Rican nurse with a maternal aura. they quickly decided it would be you and before you know it you are in the car heading to your new home;
đ» On the way home, Mama Rio and Papa Jeff were talking to you. They told you about your older brother, Miles Gonçalo Morales, who is at home with Abuela GlĂłria and Uncle Aaron waiting for you. soon you're inside the apartment with Miles showing you your new room with an excited smile;
đ» It soon seems like you have always been together. You quickly learned Spanish with Mama Rio and Abuela GlĂłria, while being spoiled with lots of comfort food, listening to old songs with Uncle Aaron, laughing at Papa Jeff's jokes, and reading comics with big brother Miles;
đ» But tragedy strikes, Jeff ends up dying while protecting a child in an armed attack. it was as if the colors were grayer and more blurred;
đ» Mama Rio started taking more shifts at work to take care of you and Miles... Seeing all this, you decide to try to lessen your mother's load, doing the household chores, doing odd jobs around the neighborhood and building (examples: watering the plants, walking dogs and other work of your choice);
đ» You end up noticing that Aaron and Miles go out more than usual, especially at night. being worried, you try to talk to your brother and he answers you "don't worry, Hermana, tĂo and I will take care of everything". even though you are still worried, you decide not to interfere... at the same time an old thief returns to the city, but just different;
đ» At school, if someone tries to intimidate you in any way, the next day they come back with some bruises and begging for forgiveness;Â
đ» With the wave of violence in the city, Mama Rio becomes more worried about you and whenever you go out somewhere else, she asks Miles and Aaron to accompany you or if she is free, she will go with you;
đ» Aaron's concern shows itself in a different way, he teaches you a little self-defense;
đ» Miles ends up becoming more taciturn and closed off than before the loss of Jeff, but no matter how much he tries to maintain this chewing, with you he is softer and more careful;
đ» Hobbies that relate most to Mama Rio: Cooking(spending hours in the kitchen preparing meals from an old cookbook by Abuela GlĂłria), Reading(for me, Mama Rio loves fiction books and is a big fan of authors like Gabriel GarcĂa MĂĄrquez , Tony Morisson, Angela Davis and many other authors) and Watch series (it can be series, films or documentaries, Mama Rio will be on your side of the sofa watching everything);
đ» Hobbies that relate to Uncle Aaron: Music (whether listening to or producing a song, Aaron is always happy to give you feedback or help you in some way, as well as recommending music from his and Jeff's younger days for you to listen to) and Sports (it could be basketball, gymnastics, swimming or even ice skating. he will take you to training and if he doesn't know much about the sport, he will research it to help you);
đ» Hobbies that relate to Big Brother Miles: Visual Arts (if you want to do graffiti, paint, draw, he will always be there. Or if you don't have much skill in that, he wastes no time in helping you and giving you tips) Nail arts (no don't mind painting your nails, as long as you don't use very flashy colors) and Hair (it doesn't matter the curvature of your hair, it "magically" knows how to do hairstyles and even paint, and you, together with Mama Rio, are one of the few people that can touch his hair);
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and that's it, I hope you like it. I also want to thank everyone who read my last posts and who knows, maybe I'll make another surprise for you like the one in the Batfamily post đ€
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At The Bodega
Miles!Morales!1610 x Fem!Reader
Warnings: one cuss word đ
a/n: I have left this in my drafts for too long
Miles wakes up to the sound of his late alarm blaring in his ears. Already being 10 minutes late for school Miles quickly puts his school uniform on, tucking his spider suit underneath textbooks. Miles rushes down the steps of the building where he lives, zipping up his backpack and texting Ganke that he will be late for first period. An ache in miles starts to arise. Whatâs 5 more minutes anyway, plus itâs study hall no one actually gets work done in there. Miles opens the door to the bodega, saying hi to the owner of the store before he gets his food. Miles goes to the back of the store looking for his favorite drink. Miles hears grunts coming from the left of him, and there you were. When miles laid his eyes on you it was like he was dreaming. Even though you were so concentrated on getting the drink from the higher shelf, he can still see the beauty in your face. âUm hey do you think you can help me get thisâ You say taking Miles out of his thoughts. Miles mouth quickly dries up. He didnât know what to say. He canât embarrass himself because first impressions are everything. He wonders what school you go to. He looks at your bookbag and see all the pins it has on it. Has he been staring too long at you. All these thoughts running through his poor overcrowded head. âHello, can you help meâ You ask waving your hand in Miles face. âOh um yea I can help youâ Miles says snapping out of his overwhelming thoughts. Miles goes to grab the drink that you wanted and hands it to you, giving you a soft smile. âThank youâ You say smiling back. Miles is so focused on your smile, he blocked out all the sounds around him. âIâm gonna goâ You say awkwardly. âOh yea Iâm sorry if I was staringâ Miles says embarrassed, scratching his neck. âI mean is there something on my faceâ You ask him confused, touching your face. âno I just think youâre very pretty- wait no I didnât mean that- well I did mean that because you are very beautiful, and Iâm here telling a stranger that theyâre beautifulâ Miles rambles on. âHey itâs ok, if it makes you feel any better I think youâre pretty as wellâ You say with a soft smile on your face. âYou doâ Miles says a little shocked. You nodded. You finally hear the microwave beep, letting you know your food is ready. You go to the counter to pay for your food, but remembered you forgot your cash at home. âIâll pay for youâ Miles says taking out a few bucks from his pocket. âYou donât have toâ You say putting miles money back in his pocket. âNo I insistâ Miles says giving the cashier the money. âThank you, how can I make it up to youâ You say putting your food in your tote for later. âWell for starters you can give me your nameâ Miles says confidently. âMy name is Y/â You were cut off by your alarm going off for school. âShit I have to go, maybe Iâll see you here again pretty boyâ You say smiling, waking out the bodega. Itâs definitely safe to say miles was left with and 3 dollars and blooming crush on you.
First time writing for Miles Morales, I wanted to expand my writing just a smidge. So hopefully you guys like it<3
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ok imagine the yan family au but in earth 42, no one would let ANYTHING slide, esp if sheâs sneaking out
1000%
Miles lives half and half at his own home and Uncle Aarons, and all the time he's at his house he's looming round your room waiting for you o come home, welcoming himself into your house with the key he didn't know he had, wondering into your room through the window and fire escape.
Your Dad of course was just as over bearing, he drops you at school or work and picks you up, if not him it's Miles, and god KNOWS you are NEVER allowed to be seeing boys, even if they see you talking to a boy a little to much thier giving you a talk about why you never trust men, and then later Miles will visit the boy in question of a little 'chat' needless to say they haven't talked to you since.
Truly your silbling like bond had grown deeper since Jeffs death, and since Aaron and Miles were always out doing viglilate things, you were home alone alot, and intially they didn't realise you were sneaking out until one night, Miles checked your location while Aaron drove, he would get a instant notfifcation if you were to turn it off, he saw you were no where near home, you where across town.
Miles: "Ay, you know where Y/n at?"
Aaron: "What do you mean? Inst she at home"
Miles: "Not according to her location"
Aaron: "Where is she at then?"
Miles: "Crowns heights"
Aaron: "CROWN HEIGHTS?"
Miles: "Yeah is that not what I said"
Aaron: "Don't give me lip Miles, why the hell is she in Crown Heights?"
Miles: "I don't know, probably hanging round her girls"
Aaron: "It's that Stella girls ins't it? I knew I should have checked her earlier, can you find where she is exactly?"
Miles: "Give me a few"
About a half hour later Aaron had pulled up outside the house you were staying in, It was of course stella's house she lived round the posh side of town, so he sent Miles in to collect you, being that you were asleep in the guest bed room miles being the normal person he was simply entred the house found the guest room and shook you awake.
Y/n: "Miles?!"
Miles: "Ssshhhh we gotta go"
Y/n: "What the fuck are you doing here?"
Miles: "What are you doing here?! Your supposed to be at home"
Fully dragging you out the house kicking and screaming, and from then on the house in on LOCKDOWN when no one else is home.
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I made yandere bots of the spiders Iâve written about so far so-
Yeah-
(Donât look at my other bots please it would be an embarrassment to see my unholy collection of turtle bots-)
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I just read through all your 42 Miles posts and I am going to explode. I swear, Iâm so obsessed he looks shy in comparison. On that note, what if the reader finds out about his yandere behaviorâŠand is perfectly fine with it. Maybe they even encourage it, giggling like a schoolgirl when they catch him following them home and giving him extra kisses when he tells them how he killed the guy who flirted with them. Definitely not just describing myself here-
I LIKE IT. JUST A LITTLE BIT<3

Miles gets greedy when it comes to you. He shouldn't, but he just hates sharing. So, using the tools he has, he gets rid of all possible competition. It's dangerous, it's reckless, and it's not smart to do, but you make him do stupid, dangerous and reckless things. Can you blame him? You're everything he's ever asked for in a girl.
So sweet to him, giving him all of your attention whenever you can. Texting him often, reciprocating his energy and letting him give the love and energy he feels you deserve. And you deserve every drop of his energy.
But sometimes, he takes it too far. He's been mean-mugging everyone lately. His friends don't like him as much because they say he's been paranoid over 'some random bitch he be talkin to'. And he doesn't let things like talking behind his back, or yours, be taken lightly. Which is why they don't talk to him the next day, or the day after that.
And it's also why people don't talk to you anymore either. Or any of your male friends. Or your girl friends.....he drove them all away. Every time someone sees you, he's not too far behind. And you don't do a damn thing about it. Which causes rumors to spread, but they die as quickly as they fire up. Because he always finds the source before shit goes south. Still, you don't do a damn thing about it.
You don't necessarily encourage him to do it, but he always gets the same amount of love from you whether he gives hell to everyone else or not. So, he keeps doing it. If he wants all of you, he's going to have all of you.
If someone asks about you in a crooked tone, he gets iffy about it, and now they scared. If someone mentions your name, their feeling that sharp stare on the back of their neck, telling them to let their tongue slip one more time. Everyone's getting the hint and he'll make sure of it.
You always smile looking back at him when he follows you in the hallways or when he's following you home.
You let him give you overly-obsessive notes in your locker. You let him like all of your stories, all of your posts. You let him stalk every single one of your socials and even the ones no one is supposed to know abut. You let him blow up your phone.
When he finally has the courage to talk to your face, you two have been by each other's side like glue. You let him whisper in your ear when he doesn't want a damn soul to hear what you guys are talking about. You let him buy you lunch every day. He always holds your hand tight as shit when walking you to class. He can be a little late. He does almost everything for you. He's real good at helping you with homework(and getting rid of niggas that bother you), and it makes your stress load so much lighter.
He's such good boyfriend material.
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I'm alive but need help for school so please can you fo this QR and I'll do anything yall want...


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In Earth-42, Miles Morales is a yandere character who possesses an intense and obsessive love for someone. His yandere traits manifest in various ways, creating a complex and dark portrayal of the character.
Miles Morales in Earth-42 is deeply possessive of his love interest, often displaying a fierce protectiveness that borders on obsession. He becomes consumed by jealousy whenever others show interest in or get close to the person he loves. This jealousy can lead him to extreme actions, such as isolating his love interest from friends and family or resorting to violence to eliminate potential rivals.
In his pursuit of love, Miles may exhibit manipulative tendencies, using charm and charisma to win over his love interest and ensure their loyalty. He may go to great lengths to keep them by his side, resorting to manipulation, emotional blackmail, or even kidnapping if he feels threatened or believes his love is not reciprocated.
Despite his dark side, Miles may also display moments of genuine affection and tenderness towards his love interest. However, these moments are often overshadowed by his possessiveness and dangerous behavior.
It's important to note that yandere characters typically possess unstable and disturbed mental states, often leading to tragic consequences for themselves and those around them. Miles Morales in Earth-42 embodies this dark archetype, making for a compelling and chilling character portrayal.
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The Perfect Girl



Summary: Somewhere along the line the villain won and the hero lost. Now your life is nothing more than a cautionary tale.
 Part #2 of Imposter Syndrome but can be read as a stand-alone. Part #3 The Spider's web
Warnings: Dollification, yandere themes but like more than usual, abuse, violence, horrible Spanish, NO NSFW but the reader and Miles are 18+. Friends to enemies to one sided lovers. This plays out as a cautionary tale.Â
Author's note: Can you tell I'm bad at writing Intimacy??đđ€Ł
You squirm uncomfortably on Miles's lap. Arms awkwardly thrown around his neck as you try to hide your face in his chest. Miles sits proudly, face void of emotions and voice overflowing with authority. He's barking orders to his underlings. For what you're not sure, you've long since stopped listening in on his conversations, your inability to do anything coupled with the innocent lives you know would be destroyed was enough to keep you awake at night. And consciousness was the last thing you wanted these days.Â
It's been six weeks.
Six weeks since the Prowler defeated New York's last beacon of hope. Six weeks since he'd been welcomed into the Sinister Six as their newest member. They're shining star.Â
Six weeks since he stole you away from everything you knew,
everything you loved.
You hear the padding of feet and the loud thump of the door. You're alone with him again. So the nightmare begins anew. You're reluctant to lift your head, to face your capturer. You hate him, you hate him, you hate him. It's funny how once, back when you'd still wore your beloved silk mask, you had used to count the minutes until your midnight rendezvous.Â
Miles's fingers reach towards you, tilting your chin up. His smile is razor sharp, deformed as if he can't quite remember how to smile. "Muñequita" he mutters like a disjointed prayer as his fingers glide up your side. Drowning you in a sense of impending doom.
You stare into his eyes. Two voids that have seen every nightmare imaginable. Any saint, any sweet innocent boy whose been trapped inside the darkness for this long comes out as a monster. Stumbling through the night with knives instead of teeth and an appetite for destruction. Miles Morales may have been a human once, a long time ago. Before you met him, before the savior of New York met him. But now he's a monster, one who has long since buried any morals and dignity he may have once had.
Sometimes when the night rages on and you're caged between his arms and sentience. you wonder if maybe, just maybe you should go digging for any of the virtues that he's buried six feet deep. But when he laughs and tauntingly presses on a new bruise with his thumb, you conclude quickly that it's better to leave his good qualities dead. it's easier to hate him that way.
"How does it feel to sit in your arch nemesis's lap?"Â
He jabs as he pinches your cheek. You let out a soft cry of annoyance as you shift your gaze away from your tormentor.Â
Miles revels in your fall from grace. Adores pinching and probing you in front of his minions or the rest of his gang members. Loves taunting you after every failed escape attempt. You try to bite his finger, to make him feel a fraction of your pain. But before your teeth can graze his skin, he releases your cheek. He laughs, low and fragmentary. A haunting noise that reminds you that he barely counts as human anymore, just a heartless ghost masquerading as a real boy. "Trying to rebel again mi amor?".Â
You fight the urge to pick at the flesh of your face or bite your fingers until you reach the bone.Â
Miles's eyes narrow, annoyed at your lack of a response. He's growing bored, he always does when his pet refuses to play along. His gauntlet reaches for your neck. Squeezing as the claws bite into your flesh.Â
you should let him kill you, give him the final satisfaction of watching your blood blemish the skin-tight dress he's made you wear. Watch as the life leaves your eyes. "let's try this again mami. When I ask, how it feels your response should be.."
"I love you Miles" you mutter, all deadpan and defaced. "Not like that say it the way I taught you" he hisses, a threat, you note wearily.
"Te amo Miles"
"Bino"
Sometimes you think that he's foolish enough to believe your reprised lie. It almost helps him deceive himself into believing he still has a soul left.Â
He thinks he loves you.Â
You think he doesn't know what love quite is.Â
You use to be a hero, use to be revered and respected by all. You use to be someone, someone important. Laminating about all of this now will do you no good.Â
You're nothing more than a doll now. Painted and dressed the way Miles likes, posed forever perfectly on his lap. Flaunted and paraded as all prize trophies should be. You guess it makes sense. To the victor goes the spoils. You wonder if you would have done the same to him if you had emerged triumphant that night. Deep down, where logic doesn't reach, you know you would. At least you would have let him keep his dignity. You're not like him, you're not a villain...
But you're not a hero anymore either. What are you supposed to be anyway? When questions like this bubble into your withering mind. You force yourself to choke down the idea that you're still good, you have to be. You're not like him, like them. You're afraid that someday you'll look in the mirror and every ounce of your virtues will have evaporated. You promise yourself that that'll be the day you do something drastic. To yourself or Miles, you're not sure yet.Â
Miles's fingers trace the indents on your neck. Angry red puncture holes left by his steel claws. He buries his face in the crock of your neck. Licking the measly blood drops from the wounds before tenderly kissing his territory. "Stop it" you grumble trying to push at his chest. But he just growls in warning, ignoring your feeble attempts. "I got you a present, Mami" he whispers over your jugular. You flinch, as he detaches from your neck with a final kiss. He maneuvers you off his lap as he gets up and walks over to a closet on the other side of the room. Plucking out a necklace from one of the drawers.Â
Necklace is a generous term. Its neck tight and studded. With a silver chain hanging dead-center that speaks of horrors untold. You know what it implies, you know what he's trying to say, trying to prove. You never thought you'd miss the Prowler's iron glad punches to your stomach but you think this might just be worst. At least back then you'd been able to fight back. Reimburse every punch with a kick or stab of your own. Now you are helpless, frail. Broken glass perpetually embedded in soft cotton. Something wild, something tamed. Golden specks of a crown long since shattered tint your hair. All ghosts of who you once were. Â
"What do you say, muñequita," He says. In a tone that's sick, in a tone that's sweet. Like rotten nectar trickling down a destroyed paradise. Like boiling blood dripping from a broken heart. There's a click, as he fastens his present around your neck. An endless second before reality comes crashing in.Â
"Gracias Miles" You reply as you feel your last shard of freedom disintegrate.Â
You use to be something, someone. Carved from porcelain ideals and ivory hope. Divine ichor ran through your veins as you swung across New York's skyline. You had been chosen, but you hadn't been enough.
Now it feels like someone tore you apart. Ripped away your flesh, your bones, your thoughts, your soul. Stitched you up wrong with a rusted needle and a thread of ash. And all you could do was sit there and watch as your golden blood seeped through ruptured veins.
Miles grabs your shoulders. Pulling you close enough so the spikes of your necklace cut into his flesh. His lips bite yours teasingly before they finally merge into a dreadful kiss. He isn't the Prowler you remember, albeit you know that's wrong. He's not the Prowler you had fabricated when you'd thought that the two of you were both innocent souls driven to madness by this city. You use to think that Miles was beautiful, a moon-kissed face with stardust dripping from his eyes. Now you know the truth. He's nothing more than a nightmare, the embodiment of starless darkness and the terrors that lurk upon blackened city streets. He's not your friend. He never was. You were just so foolish and overwhelmed back then.Â
"You're mine, hĂ©roe." His voice is nothing short of a dagger laced with venom. Spreading apathetic poison from your heart to your lungs and leaking into your bloodstream. You see blood behind your eyes when your eyelids shut. Feel the apprehension pounding in the hollows of your bones.Â
You've long since hemmed every hole where your pride and glory use to bleed through. But it's so hard to keep divinity down when it's all you've ever known. This life isn't yours. This thing that Miles has forced you to be isn't you. There's still hope, you think. Heroes never lose hope. It's a lesson everyone learns, sooner or later.Â
Later that night Miles kisses you again, this time whispering how to him you are perfection personified. The dark circles under your eyes and bloody knuckles validate that. He traces circles on your arms whilst telling you about how the Sinister Six plan to expand their operations to the next city over. All this makes you wonder if he'd ever been a sweet little boy, tucked under his mother's arm, whilst his father kisses his cheek. Of if he's always been a merciless monster who wears his kills like honor badges.Â
You pray under your breath as he reminds you that you're no longer a hero. You wonder if you pray because you are human or if praying makes you human. There are still some fragments of hope bubbling inside you regardless of what he says.Â
Miles likes to remind you that you no longer have the power to save anyone. That the villains won and the heroes lost and that's the way this story ends.Â
You refuse to believe him.Â
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Yandere Miles Morales( 42 & 1610) headcannons
A/n: Okay, so Iâve been thinking about it a lot and I was wondering, if the Milesâ were yanderes, which ones would they be?? So, here are my headcannons/Drabbles on the Miles as yanderes
Warnings: Yandere behavior, toxicity, stalking, possessiveness, manipulation,
Miles Morales(1610)

Our miles is definitely the stalker/manipulative Yandere
When Miles found out where your dorm was, it was over for you.
He would come by your house every night and watch you sleep before and after going on patrol
Memorized your entire schedule and your dorm location before you two actually met because he was so infatuated with you
I feel like this man says that yâall are gonna get married even before yâall start talking. Like heâs telling Ganke that you two are gonna get married
âDude, does she even know you existâ
âYes. She glanced my way and she was wearing Jordanâs identical to mineâ
âThat doesnât mean anything manâ
It means everything to him
When yâall do start talking, he moves really quickly. Like heâs holding your hand on the first date and calling you his girlfriend on the third
You mostly got with him because you felt bad but he manipulates you into having feelings for him
Heâs very persuasive tbh
He makes a good impression on your family and everyone is convinced that yâall are going to get married
When he reveals himself as Spider-Man, all hope is out the window of being safe
It doesnât matter what you say or do, In his mind, you two are in love and youâre gonna be together forever
If you give him an inch, heâll take a mile.
Will try to separate you from your family and friends
Will start dressing you up like a doll
If you try to fight back, heâll just say âcalmate Mami. Itâs okay, Iâm here and weâre gonna be together and have kids and we can wear matching clothes and everything will be okayâ
If you disagree with something, heâll just say, âitâs fine, I just thought you loved meâ and will make you feel like shit for not going with his flow
If you go crazy enough on him, he will just web you up and kiss you until you calm down
Earth 42! Miles

Earth 42! Miles is the possessive/ crazy Yandere
Will just not let you leave the house alone and he will not let you go anywhere
If you end up in his dimension and you look like his s/o that died, forget it.
This man is not above kidnapping. Like Yk that box from You that Joe kept Beck in? Yeah, heâd build that for you
âWhere do you think youâre going, Mami?â
Will not let you wear your own clothes, especially in public
He would spoil you and use it as leverage
âYou think that cabrĂČn would buy you that, hm? Nah princesa, I do that. I take care of youâ
He forces you to be dependent upon him
âOh, princess you need something, hm? You need food? Youâre hungry? Let me get you some foodâ
This man has prowler advantages. Like he could kill anyone and no one would know but you
Will give you everything you want but it always comes with a price
âIâll get you that necklace, mi amor if you promise me that youâll stop listening to your friends and familyâs opinions about meâ âsĂŹ Papiâ
Has a tracker on you at all times in the off chance he lets you leave
Hates your friends and family because they donât like him
Will isolate you from everything and everyone you know until youâre nothing but his piece of clay, ready for his moulding
This man would kill anyone that came too close to you
Yeah lmk if thereâs any that I missed đ©·
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