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circusmantis · 9 months
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💜🎸
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1-0t0r · 10 months
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he is still Miles, she is still Rio🥰
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jeniuyn · 10 months
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e42 miles reaction to his gf calling him bro?
I LOVE THIS PROMPT OMG
NOT YOUR BRO ✮ e!42 miles x fem reader
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You and Miles were in the kitchen helping Rio cook dinner. Halfway through making dinner, Rio had to make an emergency stop at the grocery store, claiming that she’d forgotten the most crucial ingredient in the recipe. 
“You kids stay here and finish up dinner while I go grab the onions,” She said, quickly taking off her apron and grabbing her purse.
“Mami I’ll go, it’s not safe out there right now,” Miles interjected.
Rio shook him off, “It’s just across the street Mijo, you stay here and help y/n with dinner,” And with that, Rio was gone.
A comfortable silence fell upon the kitchen as you and Miles continued to make dinner, that was until Miles began to cut the tomatoes…
“Bro what are you doing! You’re gonna cut yourself!” You cried, quickly grabbing the knife from Miles’ hand. “That’s not how you hold a knife Miles, you have to grip it tighter,” You scolded, before demonstrating to him how to cut the tomatoes.
Miles stared at you blankly, not even paying attention to what you were saying, “Hey are you even listening to me right now Miles?” You asked annoyed.
“What’d you call me earlier?” Miles asked completely ignoring your question.
“Miles that’s not important right now I’m trying to teach-”
Miles began to walk towards you until your back was to the kitchen counter, he was towering over you. You looked up at him with concerned eyes.
“What was it that you called me earlier huh? Your bro?” Miles leaned in closer, your faces only a few inches apart, “I’m not your bro y/n.”
You stayed silent, not knowing what to say to Miles’ sudden outburst. He chuckled, “Wow baby, now you decide to be silent, huh?” 
“Tell me what I am y/n.”
“Y-You’re my boyfriend Miles.” 
“Now that wasn’t so hard to say, was it? I better not catch you calling me bro again ma,” He said before leaning in for a kiss.
Suddenly the apartment door busted open and in came Rio, “MILES COME HELP ME WITH THE GROCERIES.”
a/n: i hope this was good!! feel free to request me shit
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wriochilde · 10 months
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clawcode my lovelies............
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solitude4chiron · 8 months
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texts with your boyfriend..
Miles!42 x Blk!fem reader
Pt: to be continued..
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womp-womp-chomp-chomp · 3 months
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Spider verse edition
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marsantiquity · 11 months
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Made an AU where it is just these two having good lives and they hang out and get along having fun and it's called "Into the Broverse"
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Miles (1610): so are you friends with ganke in your universe?
Miles (42): what? Oh. No— I’m dating my Ganke. Why?
1610:
42:
1610:
42: what?
1610: tell me how you two started dating.
42: I just— asked him out?
1610:
42:
42: pussy.
1610: *cries in creature*
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milimeters-morales · 10 months
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no but literally we need to take Prowler Miles away from these 20 something year old white women until they stop making him their “gangsta boo” just because he has cornrows and is the Prowler 😭😭 yall don’t even try to hide your disgusting feelings and attitude towards a young black kid and it’s honestly sickening. Why is he all of a sudden a toxic boyfriend? Why is he all of a sudden borderline or downright abusive to people? Why is the 15 year old black latino boy, that we know next to nothing about, all of a sudden fitting the worst stereotypes for black/latino men? Do you have any legitimate reasons for any of this besides, “he seems like the type?” Because you know what that sounds like, right? And i can’t even filter these out for my own peace of mind because you don’t tag your shit properly.
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lovettesgem · 10 months
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Miles e42! hcs bc no one should remain sane about this man.
okay so i see miles as someone who’s possessive, but not over-the-top possessive? like he’s pretty secure in yall’s relationship, but he is fairly possessive bc 1) he’s literally fucking prowler, so he can’t let that lifestyle touch you in any way, 2) DO YOU KNOW HOW DANGEROUS NYC IS?? AND 3) YOU’RE LITERALLY HIS ANGEL, HIS BABY, THE BEST THING THAT’S EVER HAPPENED TO HIM. IF ANYTHING HAPPENED TO YOU HE WOULD NEVER FORGIVE HIMSELF. 
4) also because he knows you’re a bad bitch, you know you’re a bad bitch, aND HE GOT TO YOU FIRST SO HAH 
he absolutely lets you wear whatever you want, he can fight. he likes seeing you wear whatever makes you feel confident (and he likes watching you get ready so 👀) 
he loves walking down the streets of NYC with either his hand in your back pocket, around your waist, or around your shoulders depending on the situation. he’s not too big on PDA, especially at the beginning of your relationship, so he usually settles on leaving his hand in your back pocket. 
unless some weirdo is staring at you or tries to hit on you, then he absolutely comes behind you while you’re in an uncomfortable situation, wraps his arms around your waist firmly, looks menacingly at whoever’s bothering you and goes “hi baby, you didn’t tell me you made a new friend!” while the dude who’s hitting on you is (not so discreetly) pissing his pants :)  
ALRIGHT LISTEN TO ME. HEAR ME OUT. MILES LOVES TO PRETEND HE ISN’T INTO THAT AFFECTIONATE STUFF BUT HE’S A BIG FUCKING LIAR 
HE’S AN ABSOLUTE SUCKER FOR KISSES AND CUDDLES FROM YOU, ESPECIALLY IF YOU INITIATE THEM 
OR SHOWER HIM IN THEM WHILE HE’S GOING THROUGH A HARD TIME 
IF YOU KISS HIM ON THE LIPS, CHEEKS, OR ESPECIALLY THE FOREHEAD? HE’S A GONER. 
HE KNOWS IT, YOU KNOW IT, THE WHOLE WORLD CAN SEE IT - THIS DUDE’S GONE ONCE YOU GIVE HIM A GENTLE KISS ON THE FOREHEAD 
he will Literally Melt in your arms and turn into pudding as soon as you do it please give him forehead kisses i beg it’s so amazing for his health (mental, physical, emotional, everything) 
bro’s got heart eyes, warm face, and the most idiotic smile ever please you don’t understand what you just did to him
if you cuddle him, especially with back hugs, he’s melting. 
if you initiate them without him asking? he’s planning a proposal in his head don’t interrupt his train of thought pls. 
i feel like he’s a heavy sleeper in general? like he didn’t wake up easily before yall started dating, but once ya’ll started going to sleep in the same bed, his instinct is to just wrap his arms around you and never let go 
don’t even try to get up or anything. if you get up, then he’s getting up with you babes. 
he’s pretty clingy during this time but non-verbally? he doesn’t whine for you or anything, he just follows you around like a lost puppy, makes sure you did whatever you need to do (while backhugging you), and drags you back to bed
bro legit follows you around like a lost puppy and cuddles you while you’re going to the bathroom or smth 💀
if you’re not willing to come because you need to “stay up and finish work” or some crap like that, trust and believe he’s gonna carry you in his arms back to bed and go to sleep no matter how much you protest
I hc him as someone who loves spoiling you? like even though he’s not like ultra mega rich or smth, he loves spending his money on you and getting you things that he knows you’ll love and cherish for a long time
if you’re someone that’s part of a fandom or smth, he’s gonna do his absolute best to try and learn everything about the thing you’re into and buy you whatever merch you don’t have 
he adores spoiling you - don’t even try to deny his gifts. He isn’t too big on spending his money on himself aside from the essentials or the occasional thing he rlly wants, but something just feels wrong to him about not spoiling you? almost blasphemy yk?  
he just believes that he should spoil you with everything he has and give everything he has to you, just as you do to him yk? 
In conclusion: bro’s literally so down bad for you and has the softest, sweetest spot for you in his heart pls don’t break it 
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hobiebrownbrowser · 10 months
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Constant Arguments
I know there is a lot of angst like this going on but for some odd reason it just feels right to make. I feel as if 42 Miles won't be as affectionate then others make him appear to be. NO HATE ON THEM. I love reading them.
I feel like he'll still have a somewhat cold demeanor. I haven't seen many where Y/N doesn't really care that Miles is The Prowler. Just needing him by her side more than anything was a blessing in her honor.
Earth 42 Miles Morales x FEM!Reader
Context: Angst, fluff, sadness, Mild cussing, happy ending
Translations: 'blame google if they aren't correct' 💀
"¿Por qué no puedes decírmelo? = "Why can't you tell me?"
Necesitamos hablar mami. = We need to talk mommy.
"Quítate de mi camino Miles." = Get out of my way Miles.
summary: Y/N doesn't give a shit if Miles is The Prowler.
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"¿Por qué no puedes decírmelo? You avoid my calls, my texts, everytime I try to talk to you! You act like I'm not even 'ere!" It felt like a train hit her when Miles didn't respond, Breaking the eye contact they held for so long. Y/N just rolled her eyes, fed up with a relationship that clearly wasn't working.
"When you wanna talk, hit me up Hombre, other than that you can leave." Y/N shook her head, grabbing her book bag off the floor and walking towards their shared room.
She was acting like this because he wanted to disappear for more than a whole ass week. Ignoring her, leaving his own girlfriend on read when she was worried sick for him. Only think he had to say was "he was busy." Apparently it was more important than she'll ever be.
Slamming the door once she got inside just to feel tears swell in her eyes. Everything was frustrating her, constant arguments, school. The girl was overstimulated to say the least. Her back pushed up against the wall as she attempts to calm herself down with shallow deep breaths.
It felt like everything she worked for was against her. The man she loves not giving her the care she needs to pull through with all of this shit. Her family pressuring her to do a good job in school.
She just wanted to settle down on a peaceful path, but that seemed to redeem to much in her life. Having to work two jobs day and night was a struggle and Miles knew that. Yet he still did what he said he wasn't going to do.
Leaving her when she was the most vulnerable. She felt as if she wasn't valuable in his life at all. Wanting to cut off the one thing that used to make her life better.
But oh how she loves Miles. At the same time she wanted to apologize, pull him in a strong embrace. But she knew in the end he'd do the same thing. Disappear on her for decades on end.
The last string she held onto snapping just from his cold words. The silence was preposterous yet it kept her in a safe haven, able to run away from her problems just like now.
Taking a few more deep breaths and finally getting up off the dirty floor. She needed something to occupy her mind with, scrolling through her phone just to look at good memories.
She needed to wind down, Wanting to just drop out of school and cut off anyone she thought she knew well. She needed to breathe in this already suffocating air. The man on the other side probably long gone and out the door.
She was right, his figure not on the couch any longer than it should be. She wiped her face before stepping out. Going into the kitchen and grabbing a tub of ice cream before heading back into her confined space.
"Princesa." She cursed under her breath. Hearing his soft genuine sweet voice call her by her nickname. The real question was why was he still here. Turning around to be met with dead eyes. It was funny. They'd been together for a year, yet he looks at her the same way he looked at others.
She simply ignored him. Grabbing a spoon from a drawer and trying to push past the firm man.
"quítate de mi camino Miles." He didn't budge, doing the complete opposite infact. Blocking the exit with his body, She threatened to climb over the table if he didn't.
"Necesitamos hablar mami." He simply just tilted his head, A serious look plastered on his face.
"Oh now you wanna talk, ain't your job more important than me?" She got him right there. Miles eyes avoiding her's before looking back up, his chest withhelding big sigh. He wasn't gonna lie because he knew it was. She wasn't in his shoes. She wasn't constantly having to kill people for money.
No. He wanted her to sit still and be the most cherishing thing he had left besides his madre and his uncle. He was in a stressful predicament. How the hell was he supposed to tell his future wife that he was 'The Prowler'?
Miles was stomped, Looking the love of his life in her eyes before wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. The look of confusion on her face as he told her.
Miles watched as she rubbed her temples, her eyes narrowing down to nothing but disappointment. It all made sense now. Why she'd wake up to an empty bed in the middle of the night. The window sometimes left open on countless nights.
He'd even shown her the exact suit he'd killed in, leading her to a small hidden room she didn't even know they had in the first place. She poked her head in which Miles found a bit cute, Taking it out and putting it on like it was nothing but clothing.
You let out a deep sigh before saying what was on your own mind.
"Miles I don't give a shit that you're The Prowler. I just wanted you to tell me." A sigh of relief left Mile's throat. Apologizing to his chica before pulling her into a tight hug and kissing her soft plump lips.
"I'm sorry for not tellin' you sooner Hermosa."
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Part 2 here 💜
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circusmantis · 6 months
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PROWLERPUNK YEAHHH
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venuscrashed · 9 months
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could you please you do a miles 42 x male reader who is autistic and can’t pick up on subtle hints and sarcasm and is just over all a very forward and blunt person just straight up tells people what they think and doesn’t sugarcoat things at all
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Sorry if I get anything wrong, I’m not autistic nor really educated. FEM READER DNI
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First meet:
The first time you met him he thought you had a problem with him. He was about to throw hands, but something in the back of his mind told him not to.
You two were talking for a group project and somehow got off topic. It ended up being a conversation about clothes and you straight up went “Yeah, I like your hair but your outfits kinda weird. I like the shoes though.”
He stared at you and so did the rest of the group. They all thought something was about to go down until your friend popped up saying you do that and mean no harm.
”Well aren’t you a ray of sunshine.”
”No not really.” Then you went in with the project, leaving everyone a bit confused.
Confession:
He was frustrated, screaming into his pillow every night. Venting to his mom and uncle about your obliviousness.
Yes, he knew you were autistic, but it still bothered him. He would straight out flirt with you, no shame whatsoever, and you still didn’t get the hint.
“If I got into a relationship I want you to be my boyfriend.”
“Cool.”
When he confessed he had to make it so obvious. He had a sign and some candy and went to your apartment at night.
The sign said “will you be my boyfriend?” Can’t get more obvious than that, can it?
”Is this sarcasm of some kind of prank?”
He climbed into your room, discarding the candy and sign. “No. I would like you to my boyfriend.” He looked you in the eyes, “I’d like to be with you. Now and forever.”
“I don’t know about forever…” you both chuckled at this. He knew you weren’t lying but he’ll keep you, one way or another. “I’d like to be your boyfriend to.”
He cupped your face and kissed you softly. Enjoying the moment that he knew will forever be engraved into his mind. “Could use some chapstick.” He’s second guessing his thoughts.
Relationship:
He’s always by you. He’s like a guard dog, if someone hints at something he doesn’t like, he’s staring the down until they leave.
If they say it out right to your face, you’ll have to hold him back. But it’s fine, you usually say something back.
”That’s irrelevant, like you.”
He was in the floor laughing about it, proud to. He even told his uncle and that’s when his uncle knew he liked you.
Although it’s a little hard when Miles wants something. If he hints at it it goes over his head. “You know I’m cold and lonely over here.” “Get a blanket and just talk to me.”
He appreciates your honesty…somewhat.
”That color doesn’t look good on you.” “…thanks.”
”It’s not your best cooking but it’s not your worst.” “I’ll keep that in mind.”
”Maybe-“ “No.”
He loves you.
Just stop testing him from time to time. and if anyone says the same thing, he’s about to send people to the hospital.
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cherryredstars · 3 months
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hey I wanted to request a miles -42 x GN!reader
can we have 42-miles to be a shy,like a shy mess when he around reader?like a blushing, around reader being more nervous, can you make reader tease him about not showing his Afro (and like wishing to see it, the Afro that the original miles) ? Or letting miles to touching thigh, upper chest, in each miles is just so shy and awkward out blushing hard.
idk a sweet fluff? 🥰 PLS I need more fluff
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Pairing: Miles-42 x gn!reader
Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of Weed
Summary: He has the biggest crush ever.
Word Count: 950 (Not Edited)
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He’s a complete loser. 
It’s embarrassing. He’s a total loner with a singular friend. He barely has time to do anything outside of school and he’s a damn art kid. He’s one of those kids that are completely lost and has no idea what to do when their only friend is absent. And, not to brag or anything, his father is kinda dead and his mom works back to back shifts. As you can see, total cool kid material. 
But, somehow, you like him. Not in a ‘Hey dude, I dig your kinda emo vibe, do you wanna smoke weed at the back of the school and listen to Teenage Dirtbag?’ way- which is apparently a valid type of like because Miles gets that a lot- but in a ‘I actually think you’re kinda cute and I’m going to tease you until you ask me out’ like. Yeah you, like like him. And he is not a single bit normal about it. Like, at all. 
It doesn’t help that Genke keeps teasing him about his very obvious mutual crush on you. He’s already a stuttering, blushing fool whenever you’re around. Usually he’s laid back and keeps to himself, the very definition of composed. Yet, that all goes out the window when someone even mentions your name. More than once, Genke has stolen his notebook, flipping it around to show Miles the mindless sketches he was doing of you. Every single one of his notebooks has at least two spreads of just drawings of you. 
And it’s just his luck that you find out about them. 
Today, Genke is out. Somehow convinced his mom that he had a stomach virus or something. So that means Miles looks like a loner sitting at their usual lunch table alone. To pass the time, he takes occasional bites of his sandwich as he sketches in his notebook. Of course, it’s a spread of you. He’s doing some finishing touches and shading on a side profile drawing he did last period when he’s rapidly slamming the notebook shut at the sound of your voice. 
“Woah! Those look so cool!”
Please have this sandwich choke me out right now.
Miles turns to you wide eyed, swallowing nervously as you take Genke’s usual seat. You pull out a granola bar from your pocket, throwing it on the table and grabbing a juice box from your bag. He watches you intently, cheeks flaming and his neck hot. “I- that wasn’t… I mean that- sorry?”
He’s playing with his earlobe, tugging and rolling it between his fingers nervously as he stutters out an apology for being a creep. You let out a chuckle, tilting your head with a smile. Your hand grabs at the one abusing his earlobe, gently easing it away. His skin burns from the touch, electricity running through his body. He takes another nervous gulp as he watches you. He’s hyper aware of all your movements, his eyes zeroing in on the hand that goes to his hair. Usually, he doesn’t like anyone touching his hair besides his mom and his stylist, but he’s left breathless as your fingers pinch at the end of one of his braids. 
“You always have your hair in these braids. Don’t get me wrong, they look really, really good on you.” You speak up, your eyes trailing from his hair to his eyes. He feels like he’s going to pass out. “But don’t you ever let your natural hair breathe?”
Miles can feel his breath still as you pull your hand away, feeling it brush against his shoulder. In the next moment, your knee bumps against his under the table as you rearrange in your seat. Miles doesn’t know how he isn’t panting like a dog. All your small touches leave a scorching fire to his body, even if it’s through his clothing. He really wants to reach out and tease you the same way you do to him. 
“Miles? Earth to Miles?” You call out, a teasing smile on your face as you wave your hand in front of his face. He blinks rapidly, rubbing the back of his neck as he clears his throat. You laugh slightly, gathering your things as the bell rings, “Y’know, I swear you’re in your own little universe sometimes.”
Miles begins to pack up his things too. Before he can shove his notebook and pen into his book bag, you grab his pen. You click at the end of it, the nib being exposed. You grab for his hand next, and he leans in when he feels the pen glide against his palm. 
“Hey… listen.” You start off, and Miles can see the color rushing to your cheeks. “I really like those drawings, so it’d be cool if you could send them to me when you finish them.”
When you pull away, Miles bends his hand to read what you wrote. He finds a string of numbers on his palm and his breath hitches. You just gave him your number. You slip the pen in the flap of his notebook, hitching your bag higher up your shoulder and giving him a shy smile. You begin to slowly back away, giving him a small wave. 
“Bye, Miles. See you in physics.”
Miles is still dumbfounded when you walk out of the cafeteria. His eyes fall back to the strings of numbers, blinking down at them. He only starts moving when one of the teachers on cafe duty yells at him that he’s going to be late for class. But even then he can’t help the smile that slowly forms on his face.
Genke is going to lose his marbles when he tells him.
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ch4051nc4rn4t3 · 10 months
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if Hobie and 1610 Miles’ ship name is Punkflower, is Hobie and 42 Miles’ ship name punkprowler
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mal731712 · 8 months
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miles morales 42 coded, I cant explain why😫😫
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