hello! i’m zeek/latrez, im sixteen, i go by he/they and i am black. i write a lot and sometimes draw on this account, i am multifandom so if you followed me for something and got confused when i started doing different shi i apologize lmao. i also write mostly black male reader, but if you wanna request something different that’s totally fine! i love dark fiction and identity as a dead dove acc, if any of these are red flags for you feel free to block me. my dms are open and my requests are always open if you wanna say give a fic request or to say hey or something. thanks for reading and enjoy ur stay here!
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contains: gn!reader, angst, happily together in death
note: this screenshot of nanami single-handedly ruined my life. anyways i’m alive!
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nanami was walking along the seashore of the beach, pants slightly rolled up to avoid wet pants. he was here alone it seemed, the dream beach vacation that he’s been wishing for is finally happening. it was peaceful, the soft breeze and gentle sound of the waves made him feel at ease for once in his life. his mind suddenly started to wander to someone else who made him feel at ease.
you. his sweetheart.
you are the light of his life, the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. you guys have been together since he used to be a salary man, you were the cute baker who made his bread fresh everyday, when he first saw you he knew you were the one for him. it’s like he felt his worries wash away whenever he saw you, you were his safe space.
as he continued to walk he saw a blurry figure in the distance, he squinted his eyes to see if he could recognize the person. his heart started to speed up upon seeing you, the most beautiful person in the world. once you saw him you quickly ran towards him and fell into his arms, almost knocking you both down in the process. he wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight against his chest. he was happy to see you, but he then became confused. why were you here? how were you here?
his eyes filled with tears, he understood now. you were also brutally murdered by that disgusting cursed spirit mahito. he remembers it now, he remembers your screams of pain, the sound of your bones crunching under the pressure they were in, the sight of your body finally giving way, turning into a red mush on the floor.
he pulled away to get a good look at you, he saw that you were crying too, he gently placed your head in his hands and placed his forehead on yours. closing his eyes and letting tears fall, he knew you both were dead. killed in a brutal way that wasn’t deserved, he vowed to stay with you forever, even in death he was going to stay with you.
“i’m sorry i couldn’t protect you, sweetheart. i’ll stay with you from here on out, alright? so don’t cry, we’re still together.” he said, placing a gentle kiss to your lips.
could you do a 42 miles x trans male reader please
I falling down the rabbit hole that is miles 42 and 1610 he’s just so cute
MY MAN — e-42 miles morales x ftm!reader
synopsis: you tell miles that’s you’re a trans man and his reaction isn’t what you expected.
pairings: earth 42 miles morales x ftm!reader, earth 42 miles morales x m!reader, earth 42 miles morales x black!reader
tags: ftm!reader, possessive miles, kinda suggestive nun to crazy, miles is ur number one fan!!
note: miles is the number one trans ally in new york!! also this is lowkey short mb
“miles…can we talk?”
miles immediately got nervous, he thought you found out something about his prowler identity, but after seeing your nervous and fidgety demeanor he was even more concerned. he was sitting at the edge of his bed, legs slightly parted, waiting for you to spit out whatever was making you so nervous.
you chewed your thumb while hugging your waist, you were rocking side to side to try and calm yourself down. he sat there quietly, he knew that you needed to think about this without any interruptions or you would get distracted.
“…so you know how i’ve been…reluctant about doing shit with you?” miles slowly nodded his head, still confused on what you were implying. “that’s because i’m not….cis…i’m trans. i’m sorry i didn’t tell you before we got together, that was so stupid and i-“ “that’s what you were panicking for?” you blinked at him confused, that wasn’t the reaction you were used to.
he stood up with an exaggerated sigh, wrapping his arms around your waist, his lips ghosting above your neck. “you really think i care about that?” he kissed your neck gently, making you pout. “i couldn’t care less if you have a dick or a pussy, all that matters is that it’s goin in my mouth-“ “miles morales.” you scolded him while tugging on one of his braids, making him bust out in laughter.
“you think you’re sooo funny, don’t you?” you crossed your arms in embarrassment, miles just smirked at you “ehh…i have my moments don’t you think, hermoso?” you rolled your eyes at the nickname, he was still attached to your waist, you wrapped your arms around his neck.
“before you ask, yes, i am serious about still loving you. trans or not, you’re mine, and i’ll fuck up any nigga that tries you. aight?” he pulled back to look at you, the seriousness in his eyes made you feel safe. “yeah yeah i get it, you’re so big and tough, what would i ever do without you.” he pretended to think for a moment. “probably die to be honest.” “we can tussle right the fuck now, miles” you joked before being thrown on the bed, he then jumped on you making you yell in surprise. “get off me miles!” he whined loudly into your stomach, “not gonna, you’re comfortable.” you gave up trying to move him, just deciding to accept the fate your boyfriend lovingly forced on you.
Black Cat Hobie flirting and messing with Spiderman Miles whenever they cross paths. It's fun to watch the teen who is so obviously a year or two younger than him stumble over his words and fumble with his fingers as his cheeks darken behind his mask.
He's cute. He's a distraction. He's a fling.
...he's something more now.
"What grade are ya' in?" Hobie asks him one day as Spider-Man sneakily watches a bunch of thugs from atop the roof. "Like...ya' still in school? Or does Spider-Man take up ya' whole life?"
Spider-Man huffs. "Course I go to school, man," He hisses. "Spider-Man doesn't take up my whole life and I don't get paid for it either."
Hobie laughs at that. "Aight, what's the color of yer eyes, then?"
"Is this twenty questions?"
"I just want ta' know ya' more, baby," He smiles. "I've told ya' a lil' about me, why don't ya' share some facts with the class?"
"I have a secret identity for a reason, dude."
"So do I," Hobie shrugs. "But, I trust ya' enough to know some lil' things here and there. Like, ya' know my name's Hobie."
Spider-Man nods. "I mean...yeah. But, you told me that on your own accord!"
Hobie chuckles. "Sure did, sweets," He nods. "Come on, just humor me a lil'. Tell me just somethin' small. I don't need ta' know yer name or anything. Just tell me what hobbies ya' have or when ya' birthday is."
Spider-Man contemplates for a moment before sighing and whispering; "...I like to draw."
Hobie blinks. "Draw?" He hums and smiles. "That's so fuckin' cute, doll. What do ya' draw? I bet yer really good."
Spider-Man huffs and turns away and Hobie chuckles again, knowing he's flushed underneath his mask.
"I just draw for fun, man," He shrugs. "I dunno if I'm any good."
"Nonsense," Hobie scoots over closer to him and leans his chin on his shoulder so they both have a good view of the thugs below. He then hums and runs his hand up Spider-Man's neck and feels him shiver underneath his touch. "Ya' should show me sometime...go spraypaintin' in'some of the abandoned alleys...we could make a date of it, baby."
Spider-Man bats his hand away and shakes his head. "Thugs are making their move, let's go."
Then, he leaps down towards them and the battle starts.
Hobie sighs dramatically, wanting to whine in annoyance at being interrupted and jumps down to meet Spider-Man in the fray. He'll get him to agree to go on a date with him one day.
୧ ‧₊˚ arguing with your boyfriend, miles, was always your least favorite thing. but when he accidentally raises his voice at you, accusing you of something you’re not, he'll do anything to make it up to you. so, he decides to come to your work.
pairings & aus. earth42!miles morales x fem!black!reader
warnings. angst | established relationship | fluff at the end | arguing | slight toxicity | arguing | reader owns a cafe
author's note. changed the aesthetic of my posts!
"MAMI, PLEASE, IAN MEAN IT LIKE THAT."
The way your glossy eyes roll to the back of your head only further induce your oncoming headache, but you don’t care. Something about your boyfriend elevating his tone at you made you crumble, brown irises boring into his own as he pleaded for you to listen.
You hear him breathe softly, and then he picks at the calloused skin of his thumb as his mouth contorts into an almost-pout. It’s apologetic, you think— by the way his eyebrows are furrowed and his face somberly melts into a softer expression, contrasted to his normal stoic one. But his look isn’t enough. You want something verbal, something pleading, something so desperate for your forgiveness that it’ll be inevitable for your answer to be ‘Yes, Miles, you didn’t do anything wrong and I would love for us to be back to normal.’
But that’s not what you were getting.
Instead, he had yelled at you, and not just a normal yell, one that he would normally let out if you were pestering him or were about to run into an unknown danger. No— this yell was authentic and real, raw, on purpose. And his lips still couldn’t find themselves to say that he were sorry.
The argument wasn’t even your fault, and Miles had told you so, therefore it was verified that you weren’t in the wrong and that it was just some huge misunderstanding. Your phone had been left unlocked on the kitchen counter, and Miles being Miles, he picked the device up and snapped a couple of stupid pictures when he saw a notification pop up.
malachi: Yo u still wit yo man? I was thinking we go get sum to eat. Lmk!
It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know that the message wasn’t from another girl, it was from a man. So he angrily swiped the device up and waltzed up to you, waving the florescent screen back in forth in your face, accusing you of cheating.
“YN, what the fuck? Why you tryna go out with this nigga, huh? He hittin’ it or sum’? Shoulda known you had me buyin’ them lil’ dresses for other reasons.”
Your shoulders dropped at him, tears clouding your unfocused vision as Miles’ words circulated in your head, swarming your conscience with emotions that you were unable to decipher yourself.
“Mami—“
“Don’t call me that.” You seethed, “It’s not what you called me when you was accusin’ me of lyin’ and cheatin’, right?”
“Ay, Dios Mío.” Miles mumbled, his footsteps filling your ears as he drew closer to you. He wanted to reach out to you, to pull you close and kiss your cheeks, but he just stood idly in front of you as he watched you cry.
It was almost like he was stuck. Guilt, maybe?
But either way, the effort was still vacant. His actions weren’t just mundane, he was shaking your phone at you angrily, spit flying and hands snapping as he tried to grab ahold of the messy situation. And what he realized what he had done, his mouth ran dry, eyes fluttering closed as he cursed underneath his breath.
What he didn’t know was that you were speaking to your friend’s boyfriend, and when he said ‘we’— he meant the four of you, Miles included. He was trying to set up a double date at a restaurant and wanted to confirm if you were with Miles to insure that you guys were on.
A stupid mistake.
A mistake so ignorant that it drove you to raise your hand at him, withdrawing it before slapping him on the cheek, hard. The sting that blossomed throughout your hand spoke of triumph, that he truly got what deserved, and your lips nearly curled into a smile when you heard him wince in pain.
You didn’t want him hurt, you just wanted him to understand what happens when you assume stupid shit. He turned around slowly to look at you, left hand massaging the flesh of his cheek as he gave you apologetic eyes.
It all feels like an emotional whiplash now.
“Get out.”
You finally spoke, lips trembling and hands balling at your sides so tight you were sure your fingers would snap.
“Baby, please, can we just talk about this?”
“Get the fuck out, Miles!” You shouted at him, body forcefully colliding with his as your hands met his shoulders, pushing him into the woodwork of your front door. He opens it without hesitation, fingers curling around the doorknob shakily as he walked through the doorway.
You hold the door and shove him, your boyfriend stumbling down the porch steps as you cock your head to the side,
“And don’t come back.”
With that, you slam the door.
It’s been three days since you’ve seen your boyfriend.
Which is extremely out of the ordinary.
He’s texted you numerous times, your phone nearly exploding from how often it rang with new texts or phone calls. You didn’t answer, you couldn’t, Miles’ words still prodding at your heart strings as you tried to go on about your morning.
Your bright pink polo slides it’s way over your head, thick curls bouncing against your shoulders as you smoothed out a tiny wrinkle at the collar, eyes picking apart your outfit in the mirror.
A flick of your wrist tells you that you’re nearly late for work, so you swipe up your phone and purse and make your way outside, strutting to your car as you drove to your shop.
You opened your own pink themed, healthy cafe a couple months before you and Miles started dating. It was a real hotspot— business booming more than ever in the hot, humid summer of Brooklyn. People mostly ordered juice or açaí bowls, which you didn’t mind because it was your personal favorite on the menu and you recommended it to anyone who waltzed into your shop.
Pulling up, you stepped out of your vehicle and opened the door, greeting your employees with a flutter of your fingers and a superficial smile painted on your face. You were broken on the inside and it was a fact that even you couldn’t deny, and no amount of concealer and fake grins could conceal that.
“Everything OK, girl?” One of your employees chirped at you over the loud sound of a blender. And you just shrugged at her, faux smile still possessive over your lips, persuasion eventually casting her spell on your favorite girls as you covered your sadness up with ‘I’m just tired.’
Opening was running smoothly, and you were calming working register when you heard the sweet bells above your front door chime.
“Welcome i-“
Your sentence fades, dying off as you see your boyfriend walk through the door, walking up to the counter that you were standing behind.
“Can I get a matcha and that toast with the…what is that…the green shit on it?”
You grit your teeth at him, “Miles, what the hell are you doing here?”
He didn’t say anything, he just grabbed your hands and squeezed them, “Baby, I know you don’t really wanna see me here, but I need to say sum’, and it’s that I’m sorry. Ian mean what I said, I was dumb, jumpin’ to conclusions and shit. That’s not okay. You my girl and there’s no reason why I was treatin’ you like that. I’m…mami, I’m sorry.”
Miles stares at you, waiting for your rebuttal to his formal apology. No matter how much you wanted to be mad at him in this moment and hold out, you couldn’t by the way his eyes flickered at you, licking his lips as he shot you an apologetic smile.
“Miles….” You started, “What you said really hurt me, I can’t lie to you. But…despite all of that, I forgive you. And y’know, I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have put my hands on you or nun’ like that. I was just…angry.”
“Understand.” Miles told you, kissing your hand as he gave you a cheeky grin, “I love you, pretty girl.”
“I love you too, asshole.” You giggled as your boyfriend leaned over the counter to deliver a kiss to your cheek, a couple of your coworkers giggling behind the counters, but you didn’t care. You were just ecstatic that you had made up, a laugh tumbling from your throat.
“Y’know, Miles…” You started, earning a hum from your lover.
“I just want you to know, although you be actin’ hard…you’re actually soft as shit.”
𖦹 summary: if miles isn't doing prowler business, helping out at home, or hanging out at you then he's busy texting you instead. pt 2 of HER WAY click here for pt 3
𖦹 author's note: HIII I'm planning to make a discord server for atsv fans between the ages of 13-16 if you wanna apply click on this post :))
i love love love your chubby!male reader fic. would u mind writing a fic where chubby!reader is recovering from an ed and tries to eat a full meal one day and feels nauseous and calls 42!miles and is like can u come sit w me bc they feel like they are regressing?
just rlly soft and tender.
it’s okay if not !!! love u !! x
REGRESSION — e-42! miles morales x chubby!reader
warnings: gn!reader, eating disorders, self hatred, fluff, comfort, google translated spanish (i’m srry), miles being the best boyfriend ever :((
note: i love u to!! this was such a cute request thank u anon 😭
this was so stupid, you were stupid, and the food was stupid. you were trying your absolute best to sit there and eat, you had gotten more than half way done before you felt that familiar burning, disgusting, buildup in your chest. you let out a pained grunt before shoving a spoonful of mashed potatoes in your mouth, you felt yourself slipping. you were almost done, why were you chickening out? your hands shook as you picked up your phone to text miles, he was the only one in your mind that could help you right now.
geek 👾
‘miles are you busy rn?’
‘nah wsp’
‘this is so stupid but i need you over here rn, i’m dead abt to throw up this food i’m not joking’
read 12:19
‘miles???’
read 12:20
you groaned in annoyance before laying your head in your arms, your food was pushed over to the left of you, it almost looked sad. after two minutes of you telling yourself how stupid you were for thinking you could ever do something so simple as eat food, you heard your door open. you glanced behind you to see miles panting, he was still in his pajamas, you felt like shit for making him run here. you looked away from him pathetically, small sniffles coming from you made miles tense in frustration. never at you of course, at your stupid brain and body for making you feel like this, for making you struggle with basic things like eating.
miles slowly walked over to the table where you were seated and picked up your plate, he dipped his pinky in the food and cringed when he felt nothing but cold. he made his way to your microwave, placing the food gently inside and starting it, the low hum of the microwave would’ve been calming if you weren’t on the verge of throwing up your organs. after two minutes he took the plate out the microwave and placed it in front of you, he kneeled next to you, placing a careful hand on your back.
“you’re gonna be okay, aight? sólo un poco más.” he whispered in your ear, you picked your head up with a pout, he gave a soft smile while watching you eat. anytime you tried to retreat from the table he kept you there, giving you words of praise, giving you hugs, giving you kisses, holding your hand through everything.
you felt like you were there for hours, it was agonizingly slow for you, but your thought were interrupted when a very smiley miles started clapping. “look, you finished all your food, i knew you could do it.” he ruffled your hair, earning a small giggle from you. he picked your plate up and went to the sink to wash it, you were trailing behind him like a small puppy, clinging onto the bottom of his shirt with your pinkie.
after he was done he scooped you up, much to your dismay. “quit doing that! what if you pull something?” he snorted while walking to your room, “i’m not going to die jus because i picked you up, you’re so dramatic.” he gently kicked your door open and threw you on the bed. “that’s still a possibility, miles.” you whined only to be met with a pair of lip on yours, he pulled away before you could register the kiss in your mind. “you can lecture me all you want in the morning, mi amor, but i’m tired and i know for sure yo ass tired to.”
you weren’t even going to try to argue with miles, you just wrapped yourself around his slender frame, he was always warm and smelled good.
“thank you, i really don’t think i would’ve been able to do that without you.” you say softly, already feeling yourself slipping into slumber. “you help me all the time, this was the most i could do.” he said with a small sigh while playing with your hair, “love you miles.” you mumbled sleepily making miles chuckle.
