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littyhoney · 10 months

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I was wondering if you could do a 42!Miles x Fem!Reader dancing Bachata at a party! Like maybe reader loves to dance and it’s a family party (like across the Spiderverse) and while miles doesn’t really like parties anymore he goes because he can meet our parents there. Halfway through the party a family friend wants to dance with us but miles gets jealous and we end up dancing bachata (I don’t care what song) 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

I think it would be so cute. You can add any details or storylines you want I just love dancing romantically with someone 😭

keep your eyes on me: e42!miles morales x fem!reader

summary: you don’t care about the whispers anymore, because you have him, and that’s all you’ve really ever needed.

a/n: this prompt made me weak in the fucking KNEES good gracious 😅 i based a lot of this one on my own experiences as an indian-american with a non-indian boyfriend so there are a couple scenes in here that are directly pulled from my life!! (ofc, don’t let that stop you from reading, the vast majority of this is fictional 🫶🏽) also, this is wayyyy longer than anything i’ve ever written on here, so have fun?? (lol!!!!)

also, i’m a current spanish learner, so if i get anything wrong (quite literally anything) please please please do not hesitate to correct me!! the last thing i want is to not be correct so please keep me humble, loves!!!! 🙏🏽🫶🏽💖

tw: jealousy (🤭), heavily suggestive, angst, you have a bitchy family (am i projecting?? yes, very much so), descriptions of an allergic reaction, miles with kids (that deserves a warning of its own for how adorable it is), author projects onto the reader insert (y’all will know what i’m talking about when you read it, it gets kind of deep 😕) the name “noah” (just in case)

the party’s already in full swing by the time you pull up outside, the string lights twinkling on the rooftop like rare stars in the new york smoggy dusk.

you crane your neck upwards to catch a glimpse of the action on the top of the high-rise building. you don’t even remember who invited you, just that you had three instructions:

1. don’t show up too late. (already failed, broken into pieces, stomped out in the dust.)

2. bring some good food. (you clutch the mammoth container of pepper soup in your hands like a lifeline, praying it’ll pass the peer review of gossiping middle-aged women with sharp eyes and wagging tongues, as they’re the ones with any real sway around here.)

3. bring a friend. (hmph. well.)

you glance to the driver’s side as you remember the last rule and breathe all your air out in one solid, smooth motion.

miles morales gazes back at you, eyes half-lidded. illuminated by the fading golden hour is his godlike silhouette, along with his thin silver chain with your initials, black muscle shirt, black racing jacket, black cargos, and his- no surprise- black air forces.

“you’re going to blend into the shadows with those clothes, baby,” you say, flipping down the passenger mirror just to do something with your excitable hands.

he just grunts, as is his mode of communication for the past 45 minutes.

you roll your eyes and look in the mirror, adjusting your hair, which went completely off the rails after a quick… detour… after miles picked you up. there’s already a mark blossoming on your neck, to your chagrin. grabbing your emergency makeup bag you left in his car for times like these, you dig out your concealer and apply it liberally on the hickey.

miles just watches with detached disbelief. “c’mon, hermosa, they can’t be that bad.”

you snap the concealer tube shut and just stare at miles for a good, long moment, before opening up your lippie and applying it while talking. “miles, you haven’t met my family. they’re a bunch of goddamn vultures. they… seize on your weaknesses and use them against you.”

he snorts a little, stretching so that a sliver of muscled dark brown skin showed at his waist. your heart goes into overdrive and you feel oddly hot. perv, you think to yourself, and close the mirror with a dull thunk. “i just don’t get why you’re so worried about what they think of you.”

you can’t help but feel frustration rising up inside you. it isn’t miles’ fault that he doesn’t understand the way your family works, you know that. it’s the first time you’ll show up to a gathering with anyone, much less a boyfriend. they may be judgemental and hawk-eyed, but they’re still your family, and their opinion of you matters to you more than miles could understand.

he stares at you, a tinge of worry in those gorgeous eyes. you want to say all of this, but he had already- albeit reluctantly- agreed to come along, and you don’t want to scare him off with unnecessary talk about a group of people who would be perfectly neutral about his presence. that’s right. perfectly… neutral.

“soup’s getting cold,” you say miserably, and open the car door.

nothing was going right. the night has been a downward spiral since the moment you stepped out of the car.

the second you walk into the party, you can feel every eye on not just you, but of course, the six foot three vision in black trailing you by two feet. (while you didn’t tell him the full extent of your family’s judgement, you did give him a boot camp-esque do’s and don’ts list, on top of which was no pda.) they try their best to resume their conversations, but you can still feel their eyes boring into your soul, tracking your every movement, every… misstep?

with a quiet murmur, you tell miles to wait by the far balcony and with all the strength good makeup can bring, you march to the food table like a soldier headed to battle. just to your luck, the table is headed by a gaggle of middle-aged women you vaguely recognize from parties past, usually talking to your mother. (your parents knew you were coming with miles, and they tended to steer clear of him. your mother claimed he reminded her of a demon, but as long as he loved you and didn’t hurt you, all was good.)

you set down the soup and remove the lid, smiling all the while in a show of forced cheer. one of the aunties sticks her head over the bowl and smells it conspicuously, before taking a spoon, dipping it into the mixture, and swallowing it. her eyes brighten, and so does your soul for a joyful second, before she erupts in a coughing fit.

the other women all gather around her, asking what’s wrong.

“girl, does that have… pepper?” she wheezes, eyes red and watering but still somehow beady.

you feel your whole body freeze up. “y-yeah.”

she shakes her head and claps her hands in a “gotcha” move, coughing all the while. “i’m allergic to pepper.”

“oh.” now you’re the villain. passerby stare at the coughing woman and the guilty-looking girl and reach their own conclusions, tutting at you and exchanging knowing glances. you can’t bear it. “it’s… pepper soup.”

she just glares at you. “are you trying to kill me?”

“come on, let’s get you home,” another auntie clicks her tongue, leading the allergic woman to the stairs. she doesn’t waste the chance to look you up and down and roll her eyes a little, though. the other women are also quick to turn their backs and loudly resume their talking about how concerned they are, as well. you want to leave already, but you can’t, so you just quietly slip away and do your best to keep your head down as you walk to where miles was. once you see what was happening, however, you stop short.

a toddler, one of your distant relatives, had somehow waddled her way over to the dark corner where your boyfriend had been waiting, and miles is… holding her. not just holding her- listening to her shrieks and babbles and nodding along and… smiling. you’ve never seen this softness of his eyes directed at anyone other than his mother and you. the baby grabs his nose and miles laughs, a rare sound. the women forgotten, your heart’s melted into a puddle somewhere in the vicinity of your shoes.

he’s so focused on the child, he doesn’t even notice you coming up behind him until you tap his neck four times in the code the two of you have. he turns around to see your eyes shining, and your smile that could power this whole party.

“and what were you two doing?” you coo, tickling her under her chin. she giggles and grabs your finger in her chubby palm. your heart melts even more, if that’s even possible.

“we were just talking.” miles’ voice is serious, but when you look at him, that soft gaze is back, now directed at you. you grin. “i see.”

the baby makes a noise of impatience and grips miles’ finger in her other hand. for a moment, miles and you just stare at her small hands, completely wrapped in yours, and then at each other. miles is lit from underneath by the new york traffic lights, looking like a sculpture. you just smile at him, letting all your emotions show. miles looks to the baby, then back to you. he licks his lips and opens his mouth to say something when an ear-shattering shriek pierces the air.

the baby’s mother flounces up to the three of you and snatches her child out of miles’ arms. she starts to cry uncontrollably the second she’s away from miles, but the mother doesn’t seem to care. if anything, it makes her angrier. after checking her over, the mother gives both of you a withering stare. “what were you doing?”

miles’ face has hardened back to his normal coldness, causing a pang in your heart. “she jus’ came over here.”

“and so you picked her up?” she’s attracting attention now. people are stopping to stare and whisper to one another yet again. you can see your mother in the back, looking mortified. “never come near either of us again, you… you…”

the child still wailing, she turns tail and disappears into the silent crowd. after a highly uncomfortable pause, the music restarts and they resume their conversations yet again. you just slink further into the shadows, nearer to the railing, too miserable to think.

you feel a presence next to you, but he remains silent. annoyance strikes you, right then, even though you knew he doesn’t deserve it. you just stare at the new york skyline. it’s already that strange hour between the gold of sunset and the muted black of night, that impossibly deep blue that you couldn’t replicate if you tried.

“you ‘kay, ma?” the question makes you even more pissed, for some reason. you whirl to face him.

“no, miles, i’m not okay.” you probably sound a bit hysterical, but you don’t care. “tonight was supposed to go perfect, i-i was supposed to follow all the rules, and i can’t even do that, apparently.”

his eyes widen slightly with shock, probably not expecting this barrage of emotion. you don’t care enough to act cool and detached anymore, though. you’re just… done. your voice cracks with unshed tears as you continue talking. “i can’t be who everyone here wants me to be. it’s just not going to happen. i’m always going to be the fuckup.” a fresh rush of anger courses through your veins just then. you glare up at miles, probably with red-rimmed eyes. “not like you would understand.”

he’s been growing increasingly worried throughout your entire tirade, but at this, he tenses up a little. “what’s that supposed to mean, hm?”

“you won’t even try to understand, miles. i had to beg you to come, because it meant a lot to me. but you didn’t even care.” you aren’t even aware of what you were saying anymore; the red haze of anger has completely clouded your judgement. but deep inside you, you mean it. that part of you is vindictive and pissed.

“i still came,” he shoots back immediately, anger growing clearer on his face as well. miles’ anger was something you’re rarely on the receiving end of, and it’s truly something to behold, even though you can tell he’s restraining himself.

“you didn’t want to.” your voice breaks further. “i love these things, miles. you won’t even try. i love seeing my relatives, i love talking to people, i love dancing. and i know you don’t like any of that, but you don’t even try.” you feel like you’re talking in circles, but he just won’t get it through his head.

“i am trying. i’m here. you’re the one who doesn’t get it. you keep pushin’ me into these- things, and…” he exhales. the smell of smoke is in the air. a police siren wails in the background. you can almost hear your heart breaking.

“okay, miles,” you say, nearly inaudibly. “you win. i’m not forcing you into anything anymore. do what you want.” and you mean it, no matter how snide it sounds.

he doesn’t call after you as you walked away.

so wrapped up in your own misery, you don’t notice the person in your path until the two of you collide. coffee spills all down their white shirt and they curse under their breath. you’re mortified beyond belief. just the cherry on the motherfucking cake, isn’t it?

“oh my god, i am so sorry, i can’t believe i-” you look up and see the person’s face for the first time. you blink with shock. “noah?”

he grins, eyes wide, and breathes your name.

“i-is that really you?” you still feel like shit, but the sight of your childhood friend brightens your mood at least somewhat.

“god, what’s it been? six, seven years?” he laughs incredulously, raking a hand through his hair. he seems hesitant, for some reason. probably just in shock, like you.

“c’mon, bring it in, man.” you wrap him up in a hug. he smells… different. like lemon and pine sol. fresh, clean, happy. miles’ scent is always a mix of high-end, dusky cologne and gasoline. dark, cold, dangerous. why are you thinking about miles?

you extricate yourself from noah and just muster up the brightest smile you can. “you look… different.” well, obviously. he’s taller, for one thing, and he’s still skinny, but not in a prepubescent boy way. more lean and comfortable. again, a far cry from miles, who is lean as well, but has thick layers of muscle packed on.

“you’ve changed, too,” he says, examining you. you recognize that light in his eye. it’s the same one men on the street have before they spot the terrifying boy always hanging from your side. but miles isn’t there now, and it’s not some middle-aged creep on the street. it’s just noah.

the dj, who’s been taking requests the whole time you’ve been there, now cues up a slow and sensual bachata. you can feel the whole energy of the party slowly transform to lively and wild to something more primal and deep. couples are pairing off left and right, and even if they don’t know how to dance, they just sway their hips to the beat, bodies pressed together so tightly you can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.

you turn back to noah. a sort of boldness seems to have taken hold of him, along with that shyness you remember him for. he has to duck down to talk in your ear over the music, an act that strikes you with so much déja vù, you nearly get whiplash. “remember how we used to dance in front of the whole party to all those dumb songs?”

the memory makes you cringe, but also fills you with an aching nostalgia. “oh my god, we were convinced that we were shakira.”

“we’re not kids anymore, though.” he brings his head back a little, eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips and back. your heart sinks a little. you didn’t want to disappoint noah, but miles… miles…

miles what? it’s just a dance.

“it’s just a dance,” noah whispers, an exact mirror of your thoughts, holding out a hand in invitation. it’s not just a dance for you, though, noah, you want to say, but you bite your tongue. (for once, apparently.) you loved dancing and you loved bachata, anyway. what’s the harm?

your palm is nearly in noah’s when you hear a voice behind you, along with four taps to the back of your neck that makes you shiver. “i’ll take it from here.”

noah looks pissed, but you can see the second he makes eye contact with the boy behind you and all of his bravado fades away. he withdraws his hand like you’re an electric eel and backs away until he’s in the crowd.

you don’t look behind you. “took you long enough,” you say quietly. you can feel his minty breath on the back of your neck.

“your necklace,” miles rumbles quietly, “isn’t showing.” he adjusts it while he talks, pulling the thin chain gently so that it’s visible, along with the twinkling diamond letters on it. m.m.

you turn around. his face is unreadable. of course. you just sigh, suddenly overwhelmed with emotion and exhaustion all over again. “why are you here, miles? i thought i told you to leave.”

his arms curve around your waist, a gesture so familiar, your heart seizes. “you told me,” he murmurs in your ear, “to do whatever i want. and this is what i want, princesa.”

the pet name makes your extremities burn hot. “miles… you- you hate dancing.” you’re ashamed of how quickly your walls tumble down at just the first touch of his skin. his jacket is off, discarded somewhere in the party.

he hums in assent, the vibrations going through your whole body. “i do.” he lifts up your chin with a couple fingers. “but i couldn’t let that hijo de puta move in on my girl, now, could i?”

the two of you are fully on the dance floor now, and your bodies are swaying to the soulful, thick beat. murmurs come from all around, couples absorbed with one another. you and miles must look like one of them to an onlooker, which, you suppose you are.

you sigh. so this is what all of this was about. miles is jealous, yet again. “noah’s a childhood friend, and he didn’t mean it like that.”

miles’ eyes bore into your soul; you’re convinced he can read your every thought. “we both know you’re not that stupid, mi corazón.”

he ducked down again. “i’m here to protect you, mi vida, but i’m also here to love you. ‘m sorry i’ve been acting like a bitch.”

“you haven’t-”

“naw, i have.” he spins you out of nowhere and catches you with such authority, combined with those mournful eyes, that you’re prepared to do anything he wants. (which he might take advantage of, but you’re fully willing.) “it’s just… this family shit is hard for me now, after…” he can’t say it, but you touch his cheek gently and he moves into your touch, eyes closed.

“i’m sorry, too,” you say quietly. “you’re never going to let anyone protect you, i know that much-“ he snorts lightly, “-but i’m still supposed to love and cherish you too. and i’ve just been dumping all my stress and insecurities onto you, and that’s not fair. it’s… it’s not.”

“we’re a team, mi corazón,” he murmurs. “your problems are my problems.”

you lean close to his ear, making sure nobody around you hears. “does that mean i’ll have to take up prowler duties?”

his eyes darken, and he just slowly shakes his head no. “although,” he rumbles in that voice again, “i wouldn’t mind seeing you in the suit.”

“maybe after this?” your breaths are coming shorter, quicker now. you’re caught up in the beautiful mess that’s miles morales, and you don’t ever want to leave.

“i’m in no hurry to leave, ma. but if you insist… maybe in an hour or two. kinda like this place.” he runs a warm finger down your face.

you beam up at him, face saying everything else you want to, and his as well, unreadable to everyone except you. te amo, he mouths, lips barely moving. tambíen, you mouth back, lips curving up in a content smile.

you still care about your family’s opinion, of course. but as you sway with miles in the new york night, head against his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat, it’s hard to care about prying eyes. it’s hard to care about anything, really, as long as you have him, because that’s all you’ve ever really needed.

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littyhoney · 10 months

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Writers... lemme throw in something. 1610! Miles/42! Miles with reader doing the Kompa dance...

#miles morales x reader #miles morales fanfiction #miles morales x y/n

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littyhoney · 10 months

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Can we please have Earth 1610! Miles x reader where throughout their journey, the reader has been envious of Gwen because of Miles' feelings for her and he was completely oblivious about Y/N's feelings for him. Then comes the events and reveal of Earth 42! Miles, which he and Y/N were together but his Y/N ended up dying. As the story goes, both our Miles and Reader gets taken and when our Miles wakes up being tied against the punching bag, Y/N comes after him to save him but Earth 42! Miles is blinded with envy and was still in love with Y/N so he pins them on the ground in front of our Miles as he watched his other self trapped Y/N in his arms and praising their beauty. This makes Miles realize that seeing his other self worship Y/N makes his heart burn with Jealousy and realize that he has been in love with Y/N all along, not Gwen. Thank you so much!

Treasure to him.

(Earth 1610! Miles x F!Reader x Earth 42! Miles)

Warnings: Heavy angst, mention of gun, slight toxic, manipulation, very long story

Word count: 5.3K words (longest one fic i have ever write)

Ps: This is an apology piece from me for the delay of chapter five of Right person,Wrong time. I can't promise you guys when i would release it but i hope with this piece it would be something fun for yall to read. I appreciate every single reblogs and words of encouragement for me to write i love yall are so sweet. Enjoy spiders! <3<3

(In earth 1610, before the ATSV events)

You and Miles have known each other since he first step in the Vision Academy, you knew him by the tittle 'cop kid' since like half of the school witnessed Miles embarrassing moment of him and his dad. But you found out that the 'cop kid' is actually a sweet,charming yet awkward boy. You always wait with anticipation for him to walk in the class that you two had in the same time just so that you can see what’s new in his sketchbook, his graffiti sketches some of his portraits its so well drawn that you are mesmerized by it. You also hang out together either to study or you just want to sit together listening to music while you watch the master creating his masterpiece.

Day by day you just start to like his stupid corny jokes about science, his eyes that reminds you of the warm sun and that stupid sweet smile of his. It’s hard not to fall for him, whenever you hang out he would hold your hand to cross the road because he doesn’t want you to fall behind or trip. The little banter you both have when you both come up with a stupid question like “does pineapple belong on pizza”.

But it all changes when he met this ‘Gwanda’ girl or Gwen is her real name since you been in the same class as her after she got transferred here apparently. Ever since he met Gwen he has been weird, that’s when you know he is the new Spider-man of Brooklyn. How do you know? You walk into his room with Ganke one day to his dorm room to return his notes, you look up to see not only Miles on the ceiling but with Gwen and seems to be more spider people. Resulting to Ganke falling back pass out while you got web by one of them.

As the months pass by you and Miles grew closer, you been with him through thick and thin. He need notes? You lend him yours, need someone to dial cops on criminal or villain that he caught? Your phone is ready, need someone to let out some pent up frustration? You will listen to him and be there for him every time. You understand being a hero for the city and a student in such a prestige school in Brooklyn can be too much for him, not to mention he is a freaking teenager. You show him support and love to him hoping that he would notice you feelings for him, of course you did all of that not only because of love,but because you genuinely care for him. But the moment the two of you would just sit together and chatting away through the evening at the ‘Foam Part’ coffee shop, everything just feels right again.

Today is the day that you will admit your feeling for Miles,feet tapping nervously on wood tile with your drink have gone down half of the cup after you keep sipping on it. You been waiting for Miles for half an hour now,you have left him a few messages but he doesn’t respond to it. But he did promise to meet here today, but thanks to his delay you keep reciting the script in your head on how you going to confess to him. Maybe make it quick and straight to the point like “Hey miles look, I like you” or make it sentimental like “Miles,ever since I met you a year ago-” your train of though got interrupted by a ring of a bell from the entrance of the coffee shop.

There standing by the door, slightly out of breath stand Miles Morales. He look around the coffee shop trying to see a familiar face, when his eyes land on you a smile is send to your direction. He make his ways to you before sitting down with a big sigh “Finally! Im done dealing with that guy” he muster up the best puppy face that he can at you “Im sorry that im late (Y/N), as a sorry I’ll buy your (favorite dessert) what do you say?” he tilt his head to the side leaning forward.

Oh how can you be mad at him after that very tempting deal so you roll your eyes and smile at him “Alright alright apology accepted,but this will be the last okay?”. He laugh and nodding his head “Aigh I’ll make sure next time I won’t be late, I be right back” he give you a wink before walking to the counter to order his drink and getting your dessert. You sit there smilling to yourself,the butterfly fluttering in your stomach.

Few minutes later Miles return with the set items “here ya go! Enjoy” he put the small plate in front of you and keeping his hot coco to himself. “You don’t have to you know,a sorry would suffice” you insist while picking up the spoon. Miles shake his head waving his hand “Nah nah I feel bad keeping you hangin man, that’s the least I could do for you”. You just let out a chuckle and nod,it’s free food so.

Like always, you are curious as to what he have been drawing this week so as you feed yourself a spoonful of sweetness “So,anything new you been cooking up?”. Miles put down his cup before nodding “Yeah yeah I have a few new pieces, here” he turn his body slightly reach for his bag pulling out his black sketchbook that is decorated by stickers “Here,check it out” he slide the book to you.

You open up the book skipping few pages back until you see a new art have been drawn by him “Whoa, these are neat Miles” you smile wide as you take in the details and bright colors of the pieces he drawn. “I wanna put up that one up on a wall,I’ll let you know when though” he says as he watches you going through his precious book. You chuckle “can’t wait Miles” you flip to another page, seeing the familiar spider people like that particular black and white spider, Miles told you his name is Spider Noir.

Your eyes trail to another piece in the page, your smile fell slightly. It’s a drawing of the familiar blonde girl, Gwen. You can’t lie that Gwen is a beautiful girl and very talented, the drawing capture her smile and her cool shaved hair that gives her more personality. The envy feeling return but you swallow it down “Wow someone is having a crush huh” you said teasingly at Miles lifting your head to look at him,with a soft but pain smile. “What do you mean?” Miles says furrowed his eyebrows. You turn the book held it up towards him lifting one of your eyebrow “Come onn don’t lie,it’s pretty obvious Miles”. Miles eyes widened “What?! no no nahh you got it wrong im not pfff that’s funny nah nah” he says as he cross his arms over his chest after waving his hand side to side.

You roll your eyes snapping the book shut putting it down on the table “Please you been talking and drawing the same spider people these past months, and you been drawing Gwen a lot too” you give him a pointed look. Miles sigh and put his arms on the table “Look (N/N) whatever it is you’re thinking it’s not that I like her its just that I…I miss her,I miss them” he gesture his hand to the book “It’s, kind of lonely being the only spider-man you know”.

You purse your lips before sigh lightly “I hope one day you can meet them again Miles” you reach for his hand,holding it both in yours. “You’re not alone here Miles, you have Ganke…you have me”

Miles look into your eyes,he is stunned. For as long as they have been friends, Miles does have a tiny crush on her. Miles just like the sound of her laughter or when she scrunched her face at his corny joke makes him forget his problem for a while. He feel comfortable with her,he feel free to be himself with or without the mask. He knows that she’ll be there whenever he needed her help, he also put an extra work to his drawings because he wanted to show you only the best pieces of art from him. But when he met Gwen and to know that she is also a spider,it feels different to him. He know how much Gwen understands him, he doesn’t feel different of being the odd one. He is confuse, over his own feelings.

“Look Miles I been wanting to tell you something” your voice snap him out of his thoughts. “W-what is it (N/N)?” Miles look at you with anticipation.

You on the other hand is having a battle with yourself in your head going back and forth with ‘tell him you feel better’ or ‘Don’t tell him and pretend’. You squeeze his hand in your palm slightly, building up the courage. ‘this is it,if he won’t return my feelings at least I get it off my chest’ you blew out an air and open your mouth “Miles, I…” the word is stuck in your throat. ‘Just say it,say it!’ you mentally scolding yourself.

Just as you open your mouth a loud crash and a panic yelling come from outsdie of the cafe, you and Miles turn to look at scene to see few robbers went inside a car while the owner is screaming for help. ‘Wow…the universe hates me huh’ you look back at Miles to see him already looking at you with a clear ‘I gotta go sorry’ in his eyes. You just tilt your head to it with an understanding smile “Go get em spidey”. Miles smiles at you, and starts to stand up but be he stops “Wait,what is it that you want to tell me?”. You shake your head “No no it’s nothing important really,just school stuff”. But Miles know better and reassure you “Look i know its important, so tell me later okay?” he says as he start to walk backward to the door “Got it?”. You nod your head “got it now go!” watching him runs out of the cafe.

Well there goes your moment to confess, you sight as you take out your phone calling your best friend.

(In earth-42 before the ATSV event)

You climb up the fire escape to Miles hideout,where he and uncle Aaron would do their plans and fixing on his Prowler suit. You know this when the day his father died he sworn to keep the neighborhood safer,not only for his mom but for you too. He try his very best not to let two of his most beloved people in his life have the same fate as his dad.

You being a lovely partner support him and his ambition, you help him provide some of the material he needed. When he got hurt or beaten up, you would be there tending him on the couch, When some day comes the day where he is drown by guilt of not saving or do anything to save his dad, you will be there either holding him or be on the phone with a gentle voice to remind him that “It’s not your fault love”. You are his anchor that keep him grounded in the sea of his big responsibilities. He have to be the man of the house, helping his mom, be a student and survive in this dangerous city.

But the two of you are such a great couple, Miles would walk you to and back from school. Always walk together hand in hand through the school hallway, keeping you protected from anyone try to do anything. Secret kisses and sweet words exchange with a whisper, only a blind person could not see how in love these two couple are. The love and tenderness in his eyes whenever he look at you as you busy telling him about your day. One time the two of you spend the whole night dancing to uncle Aaron’s boombox that he borrowed, it ended with his arms around your waist while your arms around his neck gaze into one another swaying to the music.

That moment will always stuck with you, as you reach the window to his hideout. You heard music blast coming from inside, you pull the window up and crawl in making your way to your man. Miles seem busy with his claw sitting on the stool, so you gently wrap your arm around his waist from behind giving him a soft kiss on his neck “Hey love”. He hum lifting his head from hunching over the claw turning his head to give a kiss on your temple “Hey princesa” you smile at the nickname.

“You been so busy lately love, we spend little to no time together this week but on call for hours” you push yourself away from him leaning on the table beside him. Miles continue to temper with his claw “lo siento, princesa. Promise after I finish with this I’m yours for the night” he glance at you. You look over to the other side of the table to see his black sketchbook, you reach and open it to see few of his old drawings he made. He have less and less time to draw his heart out these past weeks, you keep turning the pages when you see a beautiful drawing of you. You graze your finger over it to see the details and pop out colors. Your hear swell to see he have been drawing you on the few pages back, he drawn you when you’re in class and when you were practicing volleyball he capture your smile every single one of it.

“Aigh im done now, you good mi amada?” Miles call out to you as he grabbing his signature green and purple jacket, he turn his head to see you looking at his sketchbook eyeing on the particular piece that he draw few days back. He knows you love it when he draws you, he wrap one of his arm around your waist leaning his head on yours “Mi amada come on, you can check em out later”. You put the book down chuckling “Okay okay Mr Morales im goingg” you broke out a grin as he drag you by the waist to the same window you came in.

You spend the night getting tacos and chatting together in the cafe you love to hang out at, Miles insist of paying the drinks and your favorite dessert as you two stand patiently at the line to order. Miles held you close to him both are oblivious as what will happen to them soon. A figure dress in all black with hoodie up and mask covering half of his face, he walks up to the cashier.

“Uhm sir you need to be in line to order please” the little waitress says a bit skeptical at the man. “I’m not here for that, the register. open it” the guys says making the waitress even more confuse “E-excuse me sir?”. The guy sudden reach for his back pulling out a gun pointing straight at her “I said open the register now!”

His voice caught the attention not only to the two of you but the few teens in the cafe, once it clicked in their head what is happening some reach for the phone to dial the police but the robber turn around keeping the gun up “If any of you even think of putting your phone up I’ll fucking shoot you!”

Miles already pulling you behind him, his mind is racking for any plans so that this situation won’t get out of hand. You on the other hand holding on to your phone already dialing the 911 but you let the operator listens to the whole commotion, You hand grips tightly on Miles arm, heart beats so fast that you can hear it in your ears. “Miles, what should we do?” you whisper to him. “It’s okay, I’ll handle this okay?” you held on to him with a frown, you know he can handle a simple robbery with his Prowler suit but right now he doesn't have anything to defend himself. “don’t be ridiculous you don’t have your suit” you hiss out through your teeth furrowing your brows at him.

Miles turn his head to his face hold a serious expression,his tone is stern “Just stay out of it, let the police know what happen okay?” before you could protest Miles already make his way to the robber grabbing on to his shoulder turning him around grabbing his arm twisting it. The robber yelp at the sudden attack from Miles, the pain from his twisted arm making him let go of the gun, the weapon fall to the floor as the two struggle accidentally kicking the gun to your direction. You look at the gun and look at the two, you quickly reach down to the gun holding on to it so that the robber won’t take it.

The robber look at the gun and then up to you, the look on that guy’s face strike fear in you, you hand starts to tremble holding the gun. The robber punch Miles straight to his face,this time without his mask the pain makes Miles stumble to the side making the robber charge towards his terrified partner. “Give that to me bitch!” He grab on to your arm so hard that it is starting to hurt, but you determine to keep holding on to the gun.

Miles shake his head to relieve the pain slightly to see his partner and the robber are fighting over the gun, in panic he rush over to them “(Y/N)!”. Suddenly everything turns slow mo, the robber tug the gun hard from your grasp turning it towards you and

BAM!! BAM!

Two shots have been released, a searing pain runs through your abdomen and chest. The blows making you stumble back on your feet a few time before your knees buckle underneath you, you body slammed on the floor. The sounds of people screams muffle and your vision starts to get blur.

Miles look at the scene eyes wide, ‘no,no this can’t be happening’. He rushes to your side in his head screaming ‘Please no, god no no not her too’ his hand hover over the gunshot before he softly says to you “Okay okay I'm going to turn you around baby” trying to reassure you and to himself. He carefully lift one of your side to look at the gunshot to see if it went all the way through, it does. You are bleeding out a lot, loosing blood by the second. He look back to your face to see you are crying and gasping, he hold your face with both of his face, he try his best to hold on to his tears as he choke out the words “Baby listen to me you’re gonna be alright, just hold on for a little longer baby please”.

The robber realized what he had done run out of the cafe, but Miles paid no mind as he is grasping on to you. You feel yourself is slowly slipping away, your eyes locked on to the beautiful brown eyes of your boyfriend. Struggle to breath you choke out the words “I-im scared Miles”. He held on to your hand bringing it to his cheek “Im here baby I’m here” he says as a tear runs down his cheek dripping on to your cold cheek. You know it be the last time you will ever see his honey brown eyes, with a last energy you mustered “M-Miles I-”

Then silent…to Miles everything around him is muffled, he is staring into your eyes as you pass to the other side. Your warm hand is now cold In his, he already misses your voice. He hold your limp body to his chest sobbing as he chant

“I’m sorry”

(Back to earth 1610 Miles and Reader)

For some reason everything went wrong so fast in one day, you and Miles barely survive the spider arm. One after another happened in a such pace you could barely catch up but now Miles have successfully got both of you home,or not. You are waiting patiently on the rooftop of his apartment to help him with the Spot but your eyes widened at the big graffiti on the wall of the other building, when did Mr Morales died? You remember that Miguel says his death will be in two days. The sinking feeling in your stomach is making you panic, you pieces together that you are in a wrong home, in a wrong dimension. The once lively and beautiful city turn into this dark and grimy city,the street that are always filled with people is now silence, you're in a completely different place. You run your fingers through your hair in frustration “Oh shit shit” then you walk towards the door leading to the staircase ‘I have to get Miles!’ as your hand was about to reach the door a voice came from behind the door.

Your eyes widened quickly pressing yourself to the wall blending into the shadow to see who walk out of the door, there walk out uncle Aaron and Miles. Miles on the other hand is scare and worry about you, he left you here for while and promise to come back but after he figure out he is in a different dimension he wanted to run out of his house to get to you but instead he stumble to his supposed dead uncle. “Look uncle Aaron, I gotta uh go” he try to get out of the situation “I gotta go find” his words trail as his eyes land on the same graffiti, his dad is dead in this dimension. Before he could do anything a figure jump from the other rooftop and sucker punch Miles making him pass out straight to the floor.

You cover your mouth as you witness everything play out in front of you, not believing this is really happening. For another dimension you would have thought that uncle Aaron will be the same as your dimension uncle Aaron but no, this guy is something else. You have to save Miles and go home ASAP, you watch as Aaron slung the limp body of Miles over his shoulder turning to the other figure seems to have an exchange of conversation before the figure leap away from the rooftop to another. Aaron on the other hand walk to the fire escape stairs making his way down to the dark alleyway.

You have no other choice, you have to save Miles. You have no one else to call for help. You’re on your own, so you follow behind a few feet away from Aaron. The quiet and empty street is dark enough for you to trail without raising any of his attention, heck the street is dark enough for people in their home not to question the limp body he is currently carrying.

After a few minutes you are in a familiar window of uncle Aaron’s house, you peek inside through the window from the fire escape stair that you once went with Miles to sneak out to visit his uncle. You wait patiently as Aaron have tied Miles to the punching bag with chains and wires, Aaron answers his phone call it seems to be urgent. ‘please go out please go out’ you chant in your head and your prayer is answered as Aaron walk out of the room after he shut his phone, huh that was easy.

You push the window up and goes in as quietly as you can, your eyes glance around the dark room, completely oblivious to a pair of eyes are watching your every move from the beginning. He hope the person that his other self is looking for will be you and you walk right in to him. He got a second chance to see you again,and he intended to keep you here all to himself.

As you walk right under him, the figure dangle himself down with one of his hand try not to make any sudden noise to startle you. Before you could reach to his counterpart, he reach his hand to your shoulder gently hold on to it. You startle by the sudden contact make you turn around to see a purple neon mask staring at you, you gasp out in surprise stumble back on your feet “W-wait!” you are scare of him. You used to love his mask, you thought it look ‘cool’.

Miles quickly hold on to both of your forearm pulling you gently to him, he unmask himself so that you can hear his voice. His voice is gentle “Shh shh calm down mi amada its me” he hold firmly at your forearms taking a few step closer to you. You are scare at this guy, the darkness of the room is making it hard for you to see his face but why is he talking to you like he known you before? And the voice sound so familiar. “W-who are you?”

Miles steps forward to you making you take every each step back until you are pin against the table and finally the light shine on to the person in front of you, that same honey eyes staring back at you. “M-Miles?” you stare at him eyes wide, this Miles looks different he have eye bags, slightly sunken cheek and his hair is shave and braided.

He look at you with a sad smile, you were too stun to do anything as he hold your cheek so gently “Hey mi amada, what happened to you?” his thumb grazing over a little scratch on your cheek cause by Miguel. “W-what did you just called me” you ask but this Miles pay no mind to your question “It’s alright I’m here now I won’t let anything happen to you,not this time”. Your mind is racing, why is he calling you my beloved? Why does he seem to miss you? Your other half is also here…well was here. Your eyes held sympathy at him now “Were you close?”

Miles saddened at your words “What are you saying mi vida, we are close” you shake your head at him taking his hand that is holding your cheek moving it away from your cheek “No no im not her Miles please” he grasp your hand pinning them to the table “We belong together mi amor, you belong to me” he lean closer to you, now chest to chest. You tremble slightly fear of this Miles behavior.

(1610 Miles POV)

Miles open his eyes, his head rings as he try to focus on his vision but as he open his eyes to see you are pinned down by somebody. Miles see your eyes make contact with his, your eyes are begging for him to help. But he can’t do anything but to dangle helplessly. The person pinning her to the table hold her chin turning her chin“Ah ah attention to me mi vida” Miles are even more confuse as to why this stranger is calling you endearing name that only use if you have an intimate relationship. “Please…you have to let me go, I-im not who you think I am” she whimper as you try to move away from the person but he shushed her “Shh mi princesa”

Miles heart burned slightly to see this person calling you different endearing names, its like he is talking to his lover and the tender touches is like he holding a treasure. Miles have been the few person that you trust and comfortable enough for physical touch, the warm hugs you share and the hand holding as you walk together. To see this complete stranger to just touch you it triggers his protectivenes and his, hidden feelings for you. “Hey! Let go of her man!”

(Back to third POV)

Miles lean back slightly a lopside smile tug on his lips before he lick his teeth “So, he’s awake” he still keep you pin to the table. “What so special about him hm? Tell me mi princesa” he reaches over to the side for one of his claw. “Base on the first name term you been calling him, you’re not even together,you’re not special to him” he hold his gaze onto you, hoping for you to understand his side and stay. Your heart squeeze painfully at his words, you two are nothing more than a friend.

“But to me, you’re my treasure, mi amor” his eyes is pleading at you, “He have all this fancy power but he can’t even get you home safe, mi princessa don’t you see? You’re here for a reason, to be here by my side together again”

Miles shake his head ‘no no no that’s not true (N/N) don’t listen to him’, he does care for her, he always have, you are special to him. You have been with him from the beginning, when you stand up to him to Miguel his heart swell to see you will always be by his side even when the others are againts him. He doesn’t want to lose you. “No don’t listen to him (Y/N)” Miles voice seems to annoy this other Miles.

“You’re so beautiful..I have miss your alluring voice talking to me, your soft touches” he put on his claw. “Why would you want to be with someone like him” his voice is lace with venom, he hate his other self to not cherish you like he would.

“Who are you..what do you want from her” Miles eyes glare at the back of this guy skull, he heard him chuckle “I’m” he pause before turn his head “I'm Miles Morales. But you,you can call me the Prowler” the other Miles says as he glare at the dangling spider.

Miles eyes widened to see himself with full on Prowler gear and a braided hair,he look much more mature here. Miles put the pieces of puzzle together in his head,In this dimension he too have his version of (Y/N), after hearing the names he have been calling it seems his other self is truly in love with not only earth 42 version of (Y/N) but from 1610 dimension too. “Look man…I know you have history with her but you can’t keep her here…you have to let us go”

The Prowler Miles walk up to near him “And let YOU keep her?” he raises his claws powering it up curling his claws into a fist “why would I do that” he put the fist beside his head.

You watch the two Miles, one is glaring to the other while the other is looking at the other with an eyes burning with determination. Determined to get you out of here…but the question is

Who will you choose?

(the end)

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littyhoney · 11 months

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Since I have seen alot of Spider sona lately lemme introduce mine to yall ey? 🖤❤️

Haven't decided what name for her yet ❤️🖤

#across the spiderverse #spidersona #fanart #sketch

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DOUBTS

Miles Morales x Reader

I lost most of my stories that I have written on my laptop because of my baby cousin used it TuT, enjoy spiders ❤️🖤

(Short fic)

As you stand along with the other spiders, hearing your father Miguel O'Hara explaining to your beloved Miles about the canon events that must and will happen to any spider people. You only bring Miles here to meet your father because Miguel gives you a green light to finally introduce Miles to him... but that's not why he wants him here.

Suddenly everything escalate so fast now that Miles is determined to go home to save his dad who soon will be the captain... you reach your hand to him, to comfort him. Miles turn to you with a heartbroken feature on his face without a doubt in his mind about is 'Why she bring me here', 'She's lying to me', 'She wants to trap me like her father is planning'..but no, you don't know this will happen at all.

You bang your hands at the red cage surrounding Miles after your father throw it at him screaming at your father to "Let him go!" and "He doesn't do anything he is not the cause of this!" but your cries only heard by no one. Your father tries to be reasonable with you saying this is for the best for him, to accept his fate.

A burst of energy blows few people who stand there to be thrown back, causing the cage that held Miles to malfunction. He broke it, Miles look at you and you make eye contact with him. His eyes show fear... confusion. Your eyes seem by him is sympathy... and regret, to ever bring him here... to put him in danger.

But there is unknown connection to the both of you... both of you know what goes through each other's mind.

"If I betray him... I betray myself"

Your eyes at Miles.

"If I betray them... I betray my country"

you look back to your father and friends that you made in the spider society.

"My country is very dear to me-"

"Dearer than I?"

Your head snap back to Miles, shaking your head gently.

"No... no not dearer than you"

you snap him out of his thoughts urging him to

"Run Miles!"

#miles morales x reader #miles morales x y/n #spiderman across the spiderverse #miles morales fanfiction

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Unexpected (part 2)

(part 1) (part 2)

Earth 42! Miles x Black widow Reader

(Enemies to lovers trope)

Summary: Can two vigilante ever work together? No,But the future proves otherwise.

You and Miles are standing side by side, looking down at the 2 boys who is tied up by Miles.

“Alright, first of all who are you?” you ask tilting your head at them.

“I-im uhm M-Mateo” the one with glasses says,then the other one speaks “I’m Louis..”

Miles roll his eyes before saying “Surname? So we can file some missing kids” he glares at the two boys who looks like they about to damp their own pants.

“M-Morales” “Morales” the two boys says in the same time, your eyes widened as you look to your side, to see Miles is frowning and confuse. Your head is panicking, Mateo called you ma like few minutes ago and Louis just called Miles…no way.

Miles looking at the two, how in the world they have the same exact surname as he is. They did called him dad before. The other one even called you Ma when he saw your face…he turn his to look at you and chuckle slightly. “Damn mami you can just admit it now”

Your eyes widened before you start to scold him “Admit what!? that you’re such an ass? I told you that every single day” you glare at Miles. You cant help but your face flushes as you piece another pieces of puzzle together “W-wait you two just called us mom and this little ass dad does that mean…we” you press both of your palm covering your face “Oh my god..”

“Whoa okay ma we do not talk about that please ma” Alejandro begs turning his head away feeling just as embarrassed as you are. Miles on the other hand is feeling smug at this information “Believe me mami once you give me a chance I will not disappoint you” he teases you.

“Okay you need to shut it before I-” Miles cut you off smirking at you as he tilt hos head to you letting his braid fall over his shoulder “Before you what?”. You just stand there with an angry expression at him, but your red cheeks says otherwise.

Mateo look at his parents who are in their teens, it is weird to see them being so mean to one another. His mom would not stop calling their dad profanity names while his dad would not stop flirting and teasing their mom. Mateo lean to his twin saying "why were our parents so mean to each other when they were our age?"

Alejandro just chuckle before leaning back and says “They did say when they were younger they are competing one another” oh right, they are both the vigilante of Brooklyn. Alejandro back to the two bickering young soon to be couple “Hey we would appreciate it if you untie us?”

The two stops and you walk near to them “Right yeah sorry about tying you guys up” you reach down to untie the knot “He though you guys are carrying weapons or somethin” Alejandro shrug at the statement “Fair”

“So uhh is it true that uh wherever you come from that me and ‘him’ end up together?” you ask the two boys,you seem uncomfortable by the idea marrying that boy in the future but deep in you feels giddy to know that you do have a chance to have a happy life a happy family, maybe just maybe you gonna give him a chance.

Mateo face lights up at you before saying “Yeah! I mean,we are your children after all. Oh! Wait I can show you” he reach for his pocket pulling out his phone. He opens the phone then open up the gallery he shows you a picture that makes you stun.

“That’s you favorite photo, I took it when we were celebrating your 10th year anniversary together” Mateo smiles remembering how much their dad plan for their anniversary,he even recreate their proposal.

You on the other hand is taking in how much happier yourself look in the picture,no eye bags under your eyes after some sleepless night, your hair is longer and even though you reached 30 you look so…beautiful. Your eyes shift to the other person who wraps his arms around your waist giving a kiss to your temple with a close eyes and a soft smile on his lips. He is wearing a black tux while you’re wearing a beautiful classy dress,you wrap one of your arm around his neck while the other is on his bicep showing your wedding ring. You can’t deny that Miles aged like a fine wine, he’s looking much more handsome and his hair is much shorter.

“Huh you still have that pic?” Alejandro says as he look over his brother shoulder. He remembers how much of a fuss his dad when they were planning on the anniversary.

Miles is leaning over to look at the picture, his eyes focus on you. Well an older version of you. The tenderness in your eyes as you look at the camera showing your slightly reddened cheeks and your hair framing over you just perfectly. You facial doesn’t change as much but you look much more mature, they say woman fully blossom at the age of 30 and you did. He can’t believe that he is happy…out there living a life he once dream of. To go to prom, college and maybe date but his duty being the Prowler takes away most of that. He only focus on keeping his mom safe…being the man of the house after…

The peaceful moment gets interrupt when the same portal that is opened half an hour ago but this time its from the wall behind the couch. You and Mateo spring up from the couch while Alejandro and Miles come to stand beside you two. The portal is sucking in but much more gentler this time,like it is more controlled.

“Well I guess this is it then!” Alejandro says as he looks at the 2 of his much younger parents, “It’s nice to see you guys! Really! Not everyday you could meet a younger version of your parents” Alejandro says as he turn to look at the two. “Cmon Mat we gotta go!” he starts to pull the arm of his younger twin

“Bye ma!” He waves before jumping into the portal making it disappear.

After that, you and Miles just sit outside of the lair sitting by the edge of the rooftop. Looking at the vast city, waiting for the sunrise. The silence is broken by Miles when he asked “Do you envy them..”

You glance to your side before looking back at the city “Of the boys?” Miles shake his head “No…of other us” you frown slightly before looking at him again “No,im more of…happy for them. At least I know the other me is living her best life,living the dream” you lean back on your hand smiling slightly.

“I envy myself…he got everything,a perfect family,a perfect partner and a normal life” he says as he pull one of his leg up letting the other dangle by the edge. “By the look in the pics,the city there seems more…safer” You chuckle “No doubt it be ourselves work keeping it safe…maybe,we can make it come true here” you say softly looking at him.

Miles look at you “But our methods are different…I kill for money, you defend for justice” you nod your head “That is true…but we can work on it,you do the killing and I do the tracking but,we will see if that person is worth killing or not. What do you think?” you tilt your head

“Right, if my bounty is one of the person you’re tailing for information il give you time before I finish the contract. Deal?” You chuckle and nod in agreement, “I guess we better start tonight then, partner”

(Somewhere in different Dimension)

“Aaah!” “Ow!” Both Mateo and Louis stumble out of the portal making them lay on their back on the ground

Louis open his eyes before looking up at the silhouette, his eyes focus on the brightness of the room to reveal their parents, His mom standing by him with her hand on her waist while his mom is standing by Mateo with his arm cross over his chest.

“Hey ma..” ��Heyyy dad”

“You two are grounded!”

“5 Months!”

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I love your miles 42 x reader fic sm I literally can't live without checking Tumblr to see if you posted another part yet 😭😭

Glad you enjoy the series so far!! i appreciate it so much haha i'll try to be more consistent with the update and posts, thank you for your patience and support <3

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littyhoney · 11 months

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Do you do request right now ?

Request Close (For now)

For now i am closing requests since most request i got really require some time to finish and at the same time i have to make new chapters for the series. I'll let you know if im open up for more request <3

#miles morales x reader #miles morales fanfiction #miles morales x y/n

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littyhoney · 11 months

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eeek where is pt 2 for the enemies to loversss with 42 miles

Currently in the process! <3

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littyhoney · 11 months

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I'm receiving few requests of Earth 42! Miles that I'm currently working on, bare with me I'm a slow writer 😭🖤

I be releasing Unexpected chapter 2 soon and a Earth 42!Miles x Black cat! Reader will be out soon stay tune spiders! ❤️🖤

#miles morales x reader #miles morales fanfiction #miles morales x y/n #prowler miles

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littyhoney · 11 months

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could you do headcanons where the reader is ganke's cousin and miles fell first but she fell harder?

1610 Miles Morales x reader

(Headcanons)

This is just pure fluff, enjoy spiders! ❤️🖤

>You and Ganke are a close cousins, literally every family gathering you will see his face ever since you were kids like cmon yall must have that one cousin that you're close with

>One time Ganke's family throw a small party for Ganke to celebrate his 15th birthday! you of course attend the little party since you're his favorite cousin.

>As you busy taking some food from the small buffet you accidentally knock on someone shoulder "Oh sorry!" you turn to look at the most handsome boy you have ever seen.

>The boy sheepishly smiles at you before saying "Oh nah it's cool heh" he chuckles as he also take a look at you. He cough slightly before he trynna lean on the buffet table but slips almost causing him to fall, the guy just trynna up his game ya know

>you let out a giggle at his little act before excuse yourself from the buffet to eat the delicious home made korean foods.

>Miles eyes just follows you as you walk away from him the scent of your perfume makes him weak in the knees and the giggle... it sound so cute from you.

>As he is admiring you from across the room Ganke suddenly just hang over his shoulder with "Miles! glad you could make it man, wait who are you watching" Ganke waves his hand Infront of Miles

>"Oh just admiring that really beautiful girl" he says with his hand on his chin looking at you with that dreamy eyes.

>Ganke follow his trail to see you "Oh that's my cousin bro" "WHAT!?"

>You don't know how much Miles begs for Ganke to give him your number the boy even offers Ganke to take him on a swing for a week and with that deal, he got your number.

>My man will be sitting in his room on his bed thumb is hovering over the send button, he has been typing deleting multiple times to send you a message

>Once he did press the send button that's where he just close his phone and cover his head with a pillow. bro is nervous

>You were minding your business suddenly an unknown message pops up with a simple message "Hey! :D"

>After a few hours of messaging you know the guy name is Miles Morales, so far you like the vibe of him. He is chill and an outgoing person, clearly Ganke is not lying about how much of a sunshine this guy.

>A month pass and you surprise Ganke as he finds out you still talk to Miles and even hang out sometimes for an ice cream or chatting at a coffe shop. Usually you will sit down together listening to music as you watch him draw on his sketchbook.

>Ganke however support Miles of him liking you, Ganke also be his wingman by letting know what you like what's your favorite etc etc.

>By that time you starting to develop feelings for Miles, when you hang out and got cold he would give you his jacket, or if you got tired of walking he will piggy back you. It's the little things he do tugs your heart a little by little.

>One time you were just sitting on a bench at a park you see Miles just sketching away but sometimes he would look up at you then look back down, out of curiosity you ask him "Hey what are you drawing?"

>Miles then turn his sketchbook around to you and you just see its a drawing of you, with a beautiful smile on your face wind blows through your hair. That just makes your face red "Wow you draw me?"

>Miles chuckle as he rub the back of his neck "It will be dumb of me if I didn't draw a beautiful girl right?"

>At this point you just reach for his hand and said "It will also be dumb if I didn't kiss such a cute boy right?"

>Boy's face is red you got him stuttering before he could do or say anything you just lean down from the table bench and give him a kiss

>You pulled away to look at him as he just stare at you with a smile before saying" I-I like you"

>You giggle leaning your forehead against one another "I think we already pass that Miles"

CUTE HUH ❤️🖤

#miles morales x reader #miles morales fanfiction #miles morales x y/n #miles morales #spiderman across the spiderverse

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Hey! I’ve been keeping up with your “Right person, wrong time” fic, and I just wanted to say I’m very invested in your story and can’t wait for more chapters!! Though, I worry a bit cause like, I’m assuming that miles earth-45 (or something, I forgot) and the reader will have some romantic tension or something, and if that’s the case, i assume that the the reader from earth-45 is dead, and that 45-miles and our reader get together but I’ll feel sort of weird cause I hope it’s not the case where 45-miles is trying to be with someone that’s a sort of a replacement would 45-reader? Cause like, 45-miles was in love with his reader, right? But then that reader probably died or something and then he sees our reader. You know?? I know if any of this made sense but like, I want someone to be with the reader just beacuse someone likes them and not another version of them.

I understand and i also think the same thing, because is it really love if you're just replacing another version of you? and does Miles do love the reader for her or just an idea of her.

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littyhoney · 11 months

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500 FOLLOWERS YALL ARE AWESOME THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE SUPPORT I'M SO HAPPYYY!!! ❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤

AND ONE OF MY STORIES GOT 1K DBSJDJE THANK YOU SO MUCH SPIDERS 😭❤️🖤

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littyhoney · 11 months

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When will you release part 4? I'm dying over here 😭 (I'm just joking take your time)

It just got released! check it out 🖤❤️

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Right Person,Wrong Time (part 4)

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4)

BIG SPOILER WARNING TO ACROSS THE SPIDER-VERSE!!

Earth 42 Miles Morales x Reader

Summary: Seeing a familiar face but different person. A person you once loved.

Warning: Spoilers for the movie Across the Spider-verse, slight angst

P.s: I don't know how to feel about this chapter,im sorry that the update is slow but i believe in quality over quantity <3 enjoy spiders!

Today have been moving so fast,first you found out how Gwen got here as you follow Miles after he left the party to catch up on Gwen. The only reason you follow him was because you promised mama Rio.

(Flashback)

You watch as Miles walk away from the party down to the fire escape stairs standing beside mama Rio. You can sense her restless and worry feeling for her own son as you remembered how much Miles wanted to leave from here,to see somewhere new,spread his wings.

“It’s okay mama Rio,you know how Miles is, he'll be alright”You hold her hand try to reassure her. mama Rio sigh turning her head looking at you with a worry expression.

“I know he is but…I’m scared of him wanting to grow up so fast, you both are just teens my dear”She held both of your shoulder turning you to face her,firm grasp on your shoulders she says “Promise me dear…when me and Jeff are not around…promise me you keep him safe,look out for him”

You put your hand on one of her palm and nod your head “Promise,mama”

(End flashback)

How much are you willing to protect him? Your best friend? Currently you held a strong grip on his arm as you watch this Spider-man…with a name Miguel O'Hara is threatening to keep Miles him here in this spider club house thing. Because he is an anomaly…and Miguel also want to keep you here because you’re supposed…to die.

“Because of you Miles,she was supposed to die!”You were destined to die at the collider…when you’re trying to help your mentor,Peter Parker. At the hand of the Prowler,uncle Aaron. The canon event for your mentor is to lose his uncle Ben…to lose you,his pupil.

To know you’re supposed to die is like a punch in the guts… you feel sick in the stomach to know you’re not supposed to survive or even breath another day.

Currently you held Miles behind you shielding him from Miguel as he try to destroy the barrier that have been made from the big spider machine that transport any anomaly back to their original dimension. You stare wide eyes at Miguel who is trying his best to stop you both,to see this man trying to tear apart the barrier. Fear grips around you. Suddenly the machine finish its job making both of you float and transported back to your home…or so you though.

“Aaahhh!!” you screamed as you are transported into the portal moving so fast it spit out both spiders out on top of a rooftop,the rain pouring down makes everything slippery as you and Miles rolled and slide through the concrete. You and Miles are slightly injured after getting kicked,slammed and thrown around like a rag doll by other spiders. You prop yourself up on your elbow shaking your head slightly, your ears ringing your visions are double as you try to locate where Miles is. “M-miles…?”your visions focus to see him his mask off breathing heavily trying to slow down his heart as he lean back to the wall,hundreds of thoughts running through his head before he stands up “I need to get back home!”He runs and jump from the rooftop swing himself away.

“Miles! Wait!”You stand up try to catch up to him but the pain on your left leg makes you limping before swing your web following him. Miles keep on swinging as fast as he can to his house,to find his dad,his mom. You follow behind him trying to get his attention from doing anything irrational.

Miles stick outside of the wall of his room opening the window and went inside, his heart racing as he take in deep breaths. You swing towards the window and you yelped as you landed on your injured leg holding yourself up on the wall, just as you climb in you heard the knob to the door turn you reach for anything nearby to cover your suit,a sweater. You grip the sweater together tightly trying your best to cover your suit.

The door to the room open slightly follow by a voice, “Miles?”

You and Miles look at the door, to see his mom holding a laundry basket in her other hand,she look at her son.Rio look confuse to see her son but Miles desperate voice make her even worried.

“Mom..there is something coming for us,somethin terrible”Miles says

“Miles you’re talking crazy whats going on?”Rio walk closer to her son her eyes keep darting towards you.

Miles continue “His name is Spot…he is our nemesis, and we gonna stop him. I know you know…we been lying to you,it’s because that I knew…you won’t love me the same. You won’t look at (N/N) the same way too. Then I went out there and..now im not afraid of anything”

“What do you wanna tell me?”Rio ask her son.

“You gotta promise nothing’s gonna change mom”

“Papa I will always love you”

“You gotta promise”Miles desperately says

“Always,I don’t care what you said,Tu me tiendes?”Rio walks closer to him and hold one of his hand trying to reasure her son.

Miles pull away from her before he turn to the side readying himself to do this, he sigh “Mom” and pull the zip down turning to his mom. “I'm spider-man”he pull his jacket apart showing his mom his spider suit. “A-and (Y/N) is also the spider-man/spider-woman”

Rio just look at her son in confusion before she ask “W-Who’s Spider-man?”

You frown slightly as you are witnessing everything unfold,surely everyone in Brooklyn knows who you guys are. Every news and thousands of video on YouTube telling the world about the spider duo shoving the information to every.single.person.

“And who is (Y/N)?”she ask again tilting her head slightly looking at her son.

The moment she ask that you are stun,your eyes widened again looking through the window,are you hearing this right?. You blink a few times before, keeping your eyes at the familiar woman in front of you yet something in your gut is telling you she is not the same woman who would give you hug and kiss your forehead.

she let out a chuckle before giving his son a small smile “Miles you been keeping a secret of having a partner from me hm?”she turns to walk out of the room with the laundry basket in her hand.

Your spider sense goes off as you watch this woman who look exactly like your mama Rio,your brows knitted together watching Miles run out of his room following his ‘mom’ to the living room trying his best to explain.

You stuck at your spot,with your thoughts run haywire at what is happening,why she doesn’t remember you?, why she acts like you never met?, why does her aura feel different?

You shake your head,you need to focus. You keep watching as Miles is talking to his ‘mom’ before both of your attention drawn to the sound of a door knob unlocking at the main entrance of the house.

You press yourself closer peeking through the window still confuse while Miles seems to figure out what is happening looking scared at the door.

The door open to reveal, Aaron Davis. Miles supposedly dead uncle “U-uncle Aaron?” Miles mumble looking at the familiar figure walking through the door. Your eyes widen seeing the familiar figure walk infront of the open door, Uncle Aaron?. Your eyes darted to Miles,he look like he is seeing a ghost from the past then it all click in your head. You are in a different place, a place with no Spider-man to protect, a completely different dimension…you’re in a dimension of where the spider that bit Miles originally came from. Earth-42.

“Oh my god…”you mumble to yourself pressing yourself to the wall looking up at the sky mumbling “Shit…shit,shit”

You gulp as the anxious feeling and fear grip your throat like a choke hold. How in the hell you and Miles are going to get out of this? You see Uncle Aaron push Miles away slightly making a comment about him taking out his braids?

Miles turning his head making eye contact,you can see It in his eyes. He is scared. He turn his head to his uncle following him out of the house climbing up the stairs.

You crawl up the wall following them as in your head is screaming something is wrong,everything is. Both of you are in danger. You pull yourself up hiding behind the many scraps and metal on top of the rooftop keeping an eyes on Miles. As you walk further to the front your eyes looking around the place before you discover something even more heart breaking…on the wall Is a graffiti Of Jefferson Davis with a writing of ‘Rest in Power’.

Your heart starting to beat faster fear grips you fully, your head snap towards Miles just to see him got knocked out falling straight to the floor.

“Miles!”you jumped out from where you hide swinging your web to his body to pull him to you, to run. But your web got cut by a flashing purple,whatever it is that thing is fast. You ready yourself shooting out both of your web at it but the thing catches it pulling you to it before your head is punch with something metal. Your body flew back but you got yourself on your knee shaking your head to get rid of the ringing in your ears. You push forward charging at where its standing over Miles but suddenly something stinging comes from the back of your neck you hiss reaching your hand to pull whatever it is. It’s a fucking sleeping dart, shit you though to yourself but you try to walk to Miles body but you starting to see double and everything is swaying from side to side. You fall to your hand and knees fighting the urge to pass out.

The figure came closer to you kneeling down to your level lifting your head by gripping your chin to look at the purple Mask before a distorted voice says “duerme, arañita”your head slips from his hand landing on the floor pass out.

Uncle Aaron walk towards the two limp body before saying “A fierce one ay?”picking up Miles body and moves to the other one.

“No,I’ll take this one”the figure says before move to pick the limp body slinging it over his shoulder and walk towards the hideout. Aaron shrug and follows them inside.

(Timeskip a few hours later)

You blink as you slowly gaining conscious, you try to move your hands but it stop by a chain that is hanging you up on the ceiling making your feet hover a few inches off the ground. You struggle in your bind hopping it to lose or break but of course,it didn’t. You try to press on to your web shooter but to find nothing is on your wrist, shit they take your web shooter.

“Dont even try, little spider”You snap your head to the figure who is wearing a neon mask that illuminates in the darkness. The figure walks closer to you,he walks slowly around you taking in the details of what you are. You are the same as the other one,a spider.

“What did you do to Miles”you hiss out through your teeth trying to look intimidating at the figure,the figure let out a whistle as he stands infront of you. “Calm down,heh it’s not that you can do anything without your web no?”He reply with a clear smug.

“I can take you down just fine with or without the web”you glare at the mask,the stupid neon mask that is mocking you. “Maybe you open that stupid mask of yours so I can fuck your face up like a pulp”

The guy chuckle before saying “You first little spider”he reaches his hand on top of your head gripping your mask. You try to move away your head but its useless as the figure rip your mask off revealing your face glaring at him.

Him on the other hand,didn’t expect to see such face staring back at him. The fire in your eyes staring right into his soul, it sparks something in him. He take a good look of how your lips are shaped,how your hair framing your face. He is stunned,shame that you,re with ‘him’.

“Open yours,what you’re scared now?”you taunting him when you see him just staring at you. The guy chuckle before he open his mask looking at you with a smirk on his lips.

“Miles…?”

(To be continued…)

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