Eros

[plutosoda]

we got splatfest at home

[knxv1lie-deactivated20230611]

miles pinning childhood reader

Playing video games? He bumps shoulders

Doing homework? Leaning close to you

Walking you to your dorm room and 'forgetting' his hoodie <33

puppy love , miles morales

miles morales x reader

warnings: none

“i’m totally going to beat your ass in this,” you muttered, your hands pressing down on the buttons as you slightly nudged miles with your arm. “you’re barley even trying!” you shouted.

trying? how could miles try to beat you in this game when you were this close to him.

your thigh was next to his, your arm just mere inches away from him.

his heart was beating a million miles per second, he thought he was about to explode right then and there. “nuh-uh!” he shouted, attempting to mask his slight nervousness.

you stared anxiously at the screen, not noticing the look on miles’s face as he switched between looking at you and the screen. you watched as his health bar slowly went down….and down…andddd—

“i won!” you shouted, holding your arms and the controller up in the air. miles couldn’t help but stare and smile, how couldn’t he? “cmon don’t look at me like that, you let me win didn’t you?” you questioned.

miles shook his head, “nah that was all you.” he said, a smile still plastered on his face.

“shit, i have to go home..i didn’t even realize how late it was. my dad’s going to kill me.” you muttered looking down at your phone. quickly, you stood up, grabbing your bag as you made your way towards miles’s door.

“i’ll walk you home.” miles said, standing up behind you.

“are you sure? it’s dark outside i don’t want you to walk back home by yourself.” you muttered.

miles shook his head, “don’t worry about that i’ll be fine.” he said. “cmon, let’s go before your dad kills both of us.”

the two of you walked out the door, down the stairs of miles’s apartment complex. as you were about to reach for the front door miles beat you to it. opening the door for you.

you smiled, walking past him outside. the cold air piercing your skin.

miles walked next to you. he was nervous, he hadn’t been this nervous ever, not even when he first became spider-man. whatever was happening now, it was different.

“did you see what happened in class today? the teacher totally almost ate shit, it was funny.” you mumbled, the cold making its way towards your lung with each breath you took.

“yeah totally, it was hilarious.” he didn’t see it. he was too busy paying attention to you. “hey do you remember that time in third grade, when my mom threw you a birthday party?” miles said “and i gave you those roses from the neighborhood garden?” he added.

you shook your head, “yeah i do actually.” you said “i still have them i’m pretty sure. they’re suuuuper dried out, but i have them in a notebook.” you mumbled.

“a notebook?” miles questioned. the two of you were walking so close, your shoulders just brushing each other’s every-so-often.

“yeah..” you said, “y’know how you have like your graffiti notebook or sketchbook for all of your art?” miguel nodded, “i have one of those but it’s just for a bunch of memories. it has photos, movie tickets, everything i deemed worthy.” you smiled.

“am i in there?” miles questioned.

you stopped, turning to look at him. “am i in there?” you mocked “of course you’re in there miles, the whole thing might as well be dedicated to you.” you chuckled.

miles’s heart skipped a beat.

the two of you continued walking side by side. miles attempted to get closer, just to get both of your shoulder’s to touch. instead, your knuckles brushed against against the back of his hand.

“oh my god!” miles shouted, “[name] you’re literally freezing.” he said, taking his hoodie off. “why didn’t you tell me? i couldn’t given you this sooner.”

you shook your head. “because i’m not the one who’s going to be walking home! miles’s you’re going to be cold on your way back.” you shouted, but miles ignored you. handing the sweater to you.

you sighed, shaking your head as you slipped the sweater on. miles’s cologne engulfing your senses.

miles was freezing, but he’d never admit that to you.

the two of you continued walking, talking about childhood memories, sharing laughs together. the two of you walking closer and closer towards each other, your shoulders constantly touching.

when the two of you arrived to your house you let out a long sigh. miles’s followed you to the door, “text me on the way back so i’m not lonely.” miles said.

“smooth morales.” you muttered, making the two of you chuckle.

you leaned back against the front door, your eyes glued on miles’s. “i guess i’ll see you tomorrow?” you questioned.

“definitely.” miles said, a smile forming on his face, “goodnight, [name].” he said, slowly walking away from the front of your house.

“goodnight miles!” you shouted, quickly realizing that you still had his hoodie on. “wait miles! your sweater!” you said, moving away from the front door.

miles shook his head, “don’t worry! it looks better on you than it does on me.” he smiled.

you shook your head, attempting to hide the smile that was forming on your face. your stomach fluttering at the sight of miles walking away and the feeling is his sweater on your body.

similarly, miles walked back home with a smile.

[sweetimaginesforyourloves]

Gentle reminders for selfshippers with depression:

• Your f/o understands you

• They don't think you're lazy

• They don't think you're disgusting

• Your f/o wants to help you with anything you need

• All your f/o cares about is you. They'll love you no matter what, even if you can't love yourself right now

(pro/darkshippers dni please!)

[spidrgirl]

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RANDOM MILES MORALES HEADCANONS:

Masterlist: ➼ here

Pairing: Miles Morales x fem friend he has a crush on! ᥫ᭡

Synopsis: headcanons of Miles and a girl he's friends with, but also has a teeny tiny crush on.

Genre: fluff/friends to lovers (lol, can you tell that this is my fav trope 😜?)

Word count: idk

Authors note: I made these headcanons with a fem!reader in mind, but I think most of these are gender neutral.

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➳ Miles texts you throughout the day, even about the smallest details, needing to feel connected even when you're apart. When you don’t respond immediately, he starts second-guessing himself, checking his messages over to see if he said something wrong, worrying you might be upset with him.

➳ Every time you two part, he lingers, hands fidgeting or glancing back at you with a soft look. Sometimes, he even comes up with the smallest excuses—"I forgot to tell you something" or "Do you need help carrying anything?"—just so he can stay a little longer.

➳ Physical touch is everything to him. Even the lightest brush of your hand is enough to set his heart racing. He quietly aches for you to touch him more, but he's too nervous to ask, scared of seeming too needy or crossing a line.

➳ No matter what he's doing, if you call or text, Miles immediately stops and responds. He could be in the middle of training or just trying to relax, but your messages are his priority. You can't help but remember that one time when he was texting you back while mid-mission, and it just proves how much he needs to feel close to you.

➳ After a late-night patrol, he often lies awake, replaying the last time you were together in his mind. He wishes he could talk to you, even if it’s just in comfortable silence. Sometimes he even imagines what it’d be like if you were there, lying next to him, sharing everything he’s been holding inside.

➳ Sitting in silence next to you on lazy afternoons is one of his favorite things. He’s content just being near you, but the urge to confess his feelings bubbles up more strongly in these quiet moments. He bites his tongue, afraid that telling you might change what you have.

➳ When you’re talking, he holds your gaze, completely captivated. Even in casual conversation, the way you look at him grounds him. It’s like he's the only one you’re seeing in that moment, and he feels an overwhelming warmth from it.

➳ Miles checks in with you constantly. Even if it’s a small “you good?” or “need anything?” he wants to know you're okay and feels a sense of purpose in being there for you.

➳ He loves catching subtle traces of your scent on his clothes after you've been together—it makes him feel closer to you when you're not around, like he's carrying a part of you with him.

➳ If you’re watching a movie or sitting together, he’ll lean in closer than necessary, just to be in your space. There’s a comfort he finds in those moments that he can’t quite put into words.

➳ Miles remembers even the smallest kind words you say to him, and they replay in his mind like a cherished memory. When he's feeling low, he holds onto those words, letting them remind him of his worth in your eyes.

➳ Every accidental touch—your hand brushing his, your shoulder against his—he holds onto them, wishing they’d last just a little longer. Sometimes, he leaves his hand where it is, silently hoping you'll reach out again.

➳ As much as he admires your strength and independence, there's a part of him that yearns for you to need him, even if just a little. It’s not that he wants to change you, but being the one you rely on, even briefly, fills him with a quiet pride.

➳ He's always seeking your validation, not only because he values your opinion, but because your approval brings him a sense of security. He might even agree with things he doesn’t totally believe in, just to feel more connected to you.

➳ Even though he tries to play it cool when you call or text, his heart races. He'll act casual, but deep down, your attention is everything to him.

➳ Sitting close to you feels like it's never enough. He wants more time with you, more connection, but he’s scared of coming on too strong and pushing you away.

➳ He loves those rare, late-night conversations that go on until the early hours. When they end, he’s left with a quiet longing, wishing he could hold onto those moments forever.

➳ Sometimes, without realizing it, Miles can be a little overbearing in his need to help you. He’ll offer to carry your things, walk you home, or do tasks you didn’t ask for, just to feel useful to you.

➳ His biggest fear is that one day you’ll move on, and he’ll just be a memory in your life. It’s a thought that keeps him awake some nights, silently hoping he’ll always have a place in your world.

➳ If he senses you’re upset or distant, he tries even harder to be there for you, even if it’s just in small ways, like sending a meme or giving you a small gift. He wants to remind you that he's still around.

➳ Miles asks you questions about your day, your thoughts, your feelings—he just wants to know you better and to feel closer to you.

➳ Arguments or disagreements with you make him uneasy. He’ll often apologize first, even when he’s unsure of what he did wrong, just to make sure things are okay between you.

➳ If he notices you’re upset, he goes into “protector” mode, wanting to fix the situation and be the one to make things better, even if it’s beyond his control.

➳ If a day goes by without seeing you, he’ll often send you a random meme or a quick message, just to re-establish contact and let you know he’s thinking about you.

➳ He subtly frames conversations in ways that might lead to you complimenting him or showing him affection. He craves your reassurance but tries not to make it too obvious.

➳ When you’re together, he unconsciously leans into your space—his knee brushing yours, his arm near you. He might not ask for more, but his body language shows just how much he wants you close.

➳ If you start talking about someone else, especially another guy, he’ll find a way to steer the conversation back to the two of you, needing your attention on him, if only for a moment.

➳ There are times he feels so vulnerable around you that he wants to confess everything, but he holds back, afraid of losing what you already have. Instead, he stays quiet, holding onto those feelings in silence.

[vainful-vanity]

could you please do a 42 Miles x transmasc reader but they knew each other before reader come out as trans? Friendly platonic or romantic, whichever you prefer

[ITSV] Miles 42! x Tansmasc! Reader Warnings: FTM! Reader, Transphobia, Testosterone Shots A/N: Bro writing all this stuff consistently for a whole month upload is tiring, I'm not even kidding, but the grind is grinding. I'm glad y'all like the Spiderman head-cannons too, especially for the lgbtq+ readers out there fuck yeah y'all are awesome!

Summary: Miles morales 42 x Transmasc! reader

╰┈➤⸝⸝★ Spiderman ୭ ˚.

⁠━━━ ．°˖✧ 🕷️🎧˚₊ ⊹ Before everything went wrong, before Brooklyn learned to flinch at the sound of a pin dropping, Miles knew you as the girl who sat beside him on the fire escape

⁠━━━ ．°˖✧ 🕷️🎧˚₊ ⊹ You were the one who shared headphones with him, knees knocking together, both of you pretending the city noise didn’t swallow whole conversations

⁠━━━ ．°˖✧ 🕷️🎧˚₊ ⊹ Back then, he knew you by a name that didn’t fit right but he never questioned why you looked uncomfortable when teachers said it too loudly. Miles was observant like that. Even before he became sharp-edged

⁠━━━ ．°˖✧ 🕷️🎧˚₊ ⊹ When you drifted apart after his dad died, Miles assumed it was the city swallowing another soft thing whole. He didn’t chase you. He didn’t chase anything anymore because after his dad died, the city hardened. After the city hardened, so did Miles. Life now was different. He was different, but so were you

⁠━━━ ．°˖✧ 🕷️🎧˚₊ ⊹ He finds you in a bodega at two in the morning, hood up, shoulders tense. He’s half in the shadows, prowler tech humming faintly beneath a jacket he hasn’t bothered to zip properly “…Miles?” you muttered, voice quiet

⁠━━━ ．°˖✧ 🕷️🎧˚₊ ⊹ He freezes like he’s been caught mid-crime. Then he exhales through his nose “Didn’t think you were still around,” he mutters looking away and checking out some chip backs “I live three blocks away.” He shrugged, like distance is something that just happens

⁠━━━ ．°˖✧ 🕷️🎧˚₊ ⊹ That’s when he notices it your hair shorter, your shoulders set differently, the way you stand like you’re no longer bracing for permission to exist. Your voice is lower than he remembers, steadier and when the cashier calls out, “Hey sir you want a bag?”

⁠━━━ ．°˖✧ 🕷️🎧˚₊ ⊹ The word sir lingers in the air longer than it should. Miles doesn’t comment on it but he doesn’t miss the way your shoulders loosen, either. He clocks it instantly. He was always good at noticing what people didn’t say. He pays for your snacks without asking. You don’t argue. Some things haven’t changed like how you both still communicate best without words

⁠━━━ ．°˖✧ 🕷️🎧˚₊ ⊹ Outside, the city hums low and dangerous. He lights up the street with that faint violet glow bleeding through his jacket seams. You don’t ask. He doesn’t explain. It’s an unspoken truce between two people who’ve both survived becoming something else

⁠━━━ ．°˖✧ 🕷️🎧˚₊ ⊹ “You… good?” he asks eventually, voice casual but eyes sharp, scanning you like a threat assessment. Not for danger, just for damage, he saw how you tensed, looking to him and glancing away, "Miles... I'm.." you paused

⁠━━━ ．°˖✧ 🕷️🎧˚₊ ⊹ ⊹ He knew before you said anything Not the words. Not the label. But the discomfort. The way you flinched when teachers used your old name. The way you shrank into yourself back then. Seeing you now standing solid, voice steady yet awkward feels like watching someone finally occupy their own skin

⁠━━━ ．°˖✧ 🕷️🎧˚₊ ⊹ You take a sharp inhale, shoulders tight like you’re bracing for impact “I’m trans,” you mutter. “I go by he/him.” Miles nods once. No hesitation. No pause. “Okay.” You’re almost caught off guard by how easy it is. Then, softer like it matters “You want me to walk you home?” That’s it. That’s the acceptance

⁠━━━ ．°˖✧ 🕷️🎧˚₊ ⊹ The city hums around you as you walk side by side, sneakers scuffing pavement, streetlights flickering like they’re tired too. It’s quiet for a block. Two. Then Miles exhales through his nose “Aight,” he says, not looking at you. “But you better not have picked one of them cringey-ass names though.” You glanced over to him, a quiet “What?” escaping you

⁠━━━ ．°˖✧ 🕷️🎧˚₊ ⊹ Miles finally looks at you, eyebrow raised “I swear, if you tell me your name Arson, or Socks, or some ‘fallen angel 666’ nonsense” he clicks his tongue, shaking his head, “I’m throwing you in a trash can. Respectfully.” A laugh bursts out of you before you can stop it, shoulders shaking as you shake your head. You tell him your name. Miles hums, considering it. Lets it sit in the air for a second “Yeah,” he says finally. “That fits.” Something in your chest loosens then he adds, real casual, “…Now if you had said some 2020 tiktok survivor name, I woulda have side-eyed you forever. Just so we clear.” You bump his shoulder with yours but miles doesn't move away just stays

⁠━━━ ．°˖✧ 🕷️🎧˚₊ ⊹ Miles never deadnames you not even privately The old name doesn’t linger for him. It’s gone the moment you give him the right one, like it never belonged to you in the first place. His brain files it under incorrect information and moves on

⁠━━━ ．°˖✧ 🕷️🎧˚₊ ⊹ Anyone else slips up? He corrects them without raising his voice. No lecture. No explanation. Just a flat, final “That’s not his name.” the kind of tone that makes people think twice before arguing

⁠━━━ ．°˖✧ 🕷️🎧˚₊ ⊹ He respects your masculinity without trying to define it. No forced “bro” talk unless you start it. No over-the-top affirmation. No, trying to prove how supportive he is. He just treats you like your masculinity isn’t fragile or performative, just lived-in, and somehow, that quiet certainty means more than anything loud ever could

⁠━━━ ．°˖✧ 🕷️🎧˚₊ ⊹ Miles helps you pass without making it a “thing” Miles never frames it as “passing.” He treats it like logistics. Strategy. “If you wanna blend,” he says casually, “we can tweak a few things.” No judgment no pressure, just options

⁠━━━ ．°˖✧ 🕷️🎧˚₊ ⊹ Miles helps you with voice tips. He never tells you to “talk deeper.” Instead, he reminds you to slow down, breathe from your chest. End sentences flat instead of rising. “You don’t gotta sound tough,” he says. “Just sure"

⁠━━━ ．°˖✧ 🕷️🎧˚₊ ⊹ When you have to take your testosterone shots, Miles makes space and never rushes you. Clears the area, turns the music low, and sits where you can see him. He watches your hands more than the needle knows that’s where the nerves show up first “Breathe,” he reminds you quietly

⁠━━━ ．°˖✧ 🕷️🎧˚₊ ⊹ Miles, though every now and then, helps you do your T-shots, sometimes offering, and if you hand it over, he’s careful. Focused, he keeps talking while he works. Small things. Nothing heavy. Keeps you anchored in the room because his ma taught him how to handle medical items, especially needles

⁠━━━ ．°˖✧ 🕷️🎧˚₊ ⊹ Miles does binder check-ins every now and then but he never asks outright. He notices instead the way you adjust too often, the shallow breaths, the tension in your shoulders

⁠━━━ ．°˖✧ 🕷️🎧˚₊ ⊹ When it’s just the two of you, he nudges a water bottle toward you and murmurs, “You good?” like it’s a casual question, not a test. If you say no, he doesn’t argue. Just waits and makes space. Comfort always comes first, even when you want to push through

⁠━━━ ．°˖✧ 🕷️🎧˚₊ ⊹ Miles keeps track of time on binder days without telling you. If you’ve had it on too long, he’ll suggest a hoodie break or an excuse to head home, never framing it as a rule, just an option. To Miles, taking it off doesn’t make you less of a guy. It just means you’re still breathing, and that matters more than anything else

⁠━━━ ．°˖✧ 🕷️🎧˚₊ ⊹ With you, miles softens just enough not enough for the city to notice, not enough to make him careless, but enough that, when he laughs, really laughs, it sounds like the boy from the fire escape again, unfiltered, and unarmored like something fragile made it through. Like something the city tried to take and failed to finish breaking

[iheartdots]

Hooper!Miles

Hooper!Miles who once tried convincing his coach to let the team play with a basketball you customized

Hooper!Miles who matches tennis shoes with you

Hooper!Miles who always ask to go out to eat after his games

Hooper!Miles who’s shoes have your initials on the soles and side

Hooper!Miles who blows kisses towards you after making a shot

Hooper!Miles who adores your praise

Hooper!Miles who after making the winning shot swerves through the crowd of praise to get a hug from the one who matters the most.

Hooper!Miles who begs for you to practice with him or just watch

Hooper!Miles who lets you in on all the team drama

“Y’know that girl who went to hug _____ after his game?”

“Yeah what about it?”

“That’s his girl’s best friend.”

“Wait so he’s two timing!?”

“Mhmm”

Hooper!Miles who gifted you and Mama Rio a matching jersey.

Hooper!Miles who loves when you complain about his fan girls.

“And guess what. She pulled up with a poster of your face, knowing dang well that ain’t her man on the court.”

“Maybe you try cheering louder. She’ll get the hint.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m playingggg”

Hooper!Miles who envelopes in your warm embrace as a post game detox

Y’all I’ve been in such a writers slump it was bad..(._.`) but anyways I got this lil idea for miles and just had to post it! lets pray i get motivation to finish my other fics. 🙏🏾

Once again thank you all for the love! Enjoy!

[piinkkaura]

lowk can we bring back miles fan fics pls cs look at this cutie

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[shiunboku]

Miles Morales

Plot: Reader becomes Miles' Spanish tutor

Timeline: after atsv and bstv

Mainly fluff!

gn!reader

Word count: 1600 words

Normal text = normal thingy

Small text = translation (Spanish → English)

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After ATSV and BTSV, Miles has saved his dad, returned to his dimension, and is processing everything. He's exhausted, traumatized, but healing. He's better now with everything solved but there's one problem...

His B in Spanish, Rio Morales wasn't done with how her son could have a B in Spanish. So she started looking for a tutor for him.

The first tutor was an older woman named Señora Alvarez. She was strict, no-nonsense, and spoke only in Spanish during sessions. Miles liked her... but a villain attack interrupted their third session, and he showed up forty minutes late. She quit.

The second tutor was a college student named Diego. He didn't seem to care if Miles showed up late. Then Miles missed two sessions in a row -Rhino, then a building fire-. Diego stopped returning his texts.

The third tutor lasted one session. Miles's phone went off during their meeting -a bank robbery with heists- and Miles had to run out mid-sentence. The tutor left a note: "I don't work with flaky students."

Rio was losing patience.

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Then, after a week and insistence of his mother to stop making tutors quit. Miles met his fourth Spanish tutor, someone that was about his age.

[Reader] showed up on a Tuesday afternoon.

Rio introduced you. Latinx, with warm eyes and a calm demeanor. You sure didn't look like the other tutors... no judgment, no skepticism. Just... curiosity.

"Hi," you said. "I'm [Reader]. Your mom says you need help with Spanish."

Miles rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed. "Yeah. I mean- sí. Yes. I grew up speaking it, pero... But... writing it is..."

"Hard?"

"Diferente. Different." He shrugged. "Like, I know how it sounds, you know? Pero cuando tengo que escribirlo- But when I need to write it down-" He made a frustrated gesture. "Se me olvida todo. I forget everything."

You smiled. "I get it. My family's the same way. We speak Spanglish at home, but then you get to class and suddenly you're supposed to know all the rules you learned just- speaking and growing up..."

Miles felt something loosen in his chest. "Sí, exactamente. Yes, exactly. Like, my abuela, my grandma, she only speaks to me in Spanish, y yo le respondo en Spanish, and I answer her in Spanish, but then the teacher says 'conjugate this verb' y yo- and i-" He shook his head. "No sé... I don't know..."

"We'll figure it out," you said. No judgment.

They sat down at the kitchen table. Rio watched from the doorway, arms crossed, looking hopeful.

For the first time, Miles thought maybe this one would work.

Then the first session began.

[Reader] started simple. Not with verb conjugations or grammar rules, no, with conversation.

"Tell me about your day," you said. "In Spanish. Don't worry about being perfect."

Miles hesitated. "Mi día fue... largo. My day was... long"

"Largo? long?"

"Long. Tuve- I had-" He stopped, almost said patrol, caught himself. "Tuve muchas... cosas que hacer. I had many... things to do. "

"Perfect. ¿Qué tipo de cosas? What type of things?"

Miles relaxed a little. "Uh — escuela, obvio. Y ayudar a mi amigo Gankee con su... robot? School, obviously. And helping my friend Gankee with his... Robot?" He made a face. "No sé si se dice 'robot' en español. I don't know if 'robot' is said correctly in Spanish"

*Robot is the same. You're good."

"Gracias. Y también- Thanks. And also-" He paused, thinking. "Mi mamá estaba cocinando. Pasteles. Así que tuve que-... My mom was cooking. Cakes. So I had to... how do you say 'taste test'?"

"Probar. 'Tuve que probar.' Try it. 'I had to try it'"

"Tuve que probar, I had to try it," Miles said. "Porque ella siempre dice that my abuela's recipe is- Because she always says that my grandma's recipe is-" He switched mid-sentence without noticing and sighed to himself. "Mi mamá says I need to practice más. My mom says I need to practice more. To speak more Español and not only Spanglish... But I'm always busy."

[Reader] was smiling now, genuinely. "Your Spanish is better than you think. You just need to trust yourself."

Miles felt warm. Not embarrassed- warm. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. You switch between languages naturally. That's not a problem... that's bilingualism. We just need to work on writing it down."

"Okay," Miles said. "I can do that."

"Same time tomorrow?"

"Yeah."

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Miles started showing up on time.

Not always — Spider-Man still interrupted — but he tried. He'd text [Reader] if he was going to be late. "Emergency. Ten minutes." Or "Running late. Save me a seat."

You never got mad. You just said, "No problem. We'll start when you get here."

Rio noticed. "You like this tutor," she said one night, not a question, more like a statement, as if wanting for Miles to admit something.

"They're... good," Miles said. "They don't yell at me when I'm late."

"I like them." Rio said with a smile.

Miles's ears went red. He didn't tell his mom that the reason he was showing up on time wasn't just because [Reader] was patient. It was because his heart did something stupid every time you smiled.

A crush... He started developing a crush on his Spanish tutor

It happened slowly, then all at once.

The way you laughed when he made a bad joke. The way you tilted your head when you were thinking. The way you said "Buen trabajo. Good job " like you meant it.

...

Miles started finding excuses to stay after sessions.

"Do you need help packing up?"

"No, I've got it."

"Do you want water? Coffee? Empanadas?"

You laughed. "You don't have to bribe me to keep tutoring you."

"I'm not- I'm just-" He stopped. His ears were red.

You looked at him, something soft in your expression. "Eres lindo cuando estás nervioso. You're cute when you're flustered."

Miles's brain short-circuited. He understood that and it made him even get redder for the fact you were almost flirting with him "I'm not- I'm not flustered-"

"Okay."

"I'm not."

You smiled, packed your bag, and headed for the door. "Same time tomorrow. Don't be late."

"I won't."

You left. Miles put his head on the table and groaned.

Gankee, who had been watching from the other side of the room, walked over. "You've got it bad."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You're blushing."

"It's warm in here."

"It's January."

"Global warming."

Ganke shook his head. "You're hopeless."

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A few weeks later, Miles was in the middle of a session when his phone buzzed.

Spider-Man emergency. Building collapse in downtown Brooklyn.

He glanced at [Reader]. You were explaining the difference between por and para, completely unaware.

"I have to go," Miles said.

You looked up. "Now?"

"Emergency. I'm sorry- I'll be back-"

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I just-" He was already standing, grabbing his jacket. "I'll text you."

You didn't ask questions. You just nodded. "Be safe."

Miles stopped. "What?"

"You said it's an emergency. Go. We'll finish when you get back."

No judgment. No anger. Just... trust.

Miles wanted to kiss you.

He didn't. He ran.

...

He came back two hours later, exhausted and bruised. The reader was still at the kitchen table, reading a book, waiting.

"You waited." He murmured, surprised.

"I said I would." You answered with a shrug.

Miles sat down across from them. His heart was pounding. It was weird. It felt weird. Having all these little heart attacks just because you were patient with the mess of his life... It made his heart warm and he didn't know what to do about it.

He forgot how to breathe.

"I-" he started.

"You don't have to explain," you said. "Whatever you're doing, wherever you're running off to... it's not my business. But I'm not going to quit on you. Not like the others."

"Why not?"

You smiled. "Because you're trying. That's all I need."

Miles reached across the table. Took your hand. You didn't pull away.

"Thank you," he said. "I meant it- thank you... You're so patient and understanding that it makes my head spin"

That simple phrase made your own heart skip a beat. That you made his heart skip a beat? Gosh- that was a lot to take... But it made you happy, it made you think for a moment that... That maybe giving subtle hints in Spanish about how cute he was, was finally working

He took a long pause before continuing. Testing if you let go of his hand or not. And when you didn't, his stomach got butterflies in it.

"that's why... I want to ask you out" Miles voice grew quieter and shy. "To hang out of course! Just the two of us hanging out besides tutoring... Not like a date- more like two friends?" He cringed to himself "unless you want it to be a date of course..."

Miles looked up at you with his big doe eyes. Waiting for a response on his small confession that he tried to hide.

"sure..." You muttered slowly, getting your cheek red as Miles' ones "we can try... Going on a date this weekend"

"this weekend? Sure!" Miles' eyes brightened hearing your acceptance to not only hang out but to go on a date! Finally! Luck was on his side! "Where do you want to go? There's this cool spot I found not so far from here and-"

His smile was so bright that you could swear it could light the whole world instead of the sun. His dimples were on sight as he rambled about all the places you guys could go for a first date.

[xoxoivy13]

STOP MAKING MILES 1610 A SMOOTH TALKER!!! that’s my akward stupid genius baby… he is NOT a playboy.. do what u want with earth 42 miles but not 1610 miles 🫩 he’s is quite literally lost. “who’s morales?” and ur telling me he’s a smooth talker who doesn’t sweat like crazy???? ok..

also even when he tries he somehow fails so 😪

[thebestandrealestever]

i think about you every day miles morales

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Miles hcs friends to lovers

pairings : m.morales x reader

type of shipping : platonic to lovers

a/n : just a late night doodle before my speech tmrw ugh

When you guys first met, his friend crush on you was HEAVY.

I mean like, it was so big that he couldn’t even explain it well to ganke without him just telling miles he had a crush on you!

Everyday when you’d pass by his locker he would stop whatever he was doing just to look at you.

He noticed everything, new hairstyle? He is the first to compliment you. New clothes? Already asking where you got it from. New shoes? He is already finding the same pair online so you two can match.

When you guys become friends he always say next to you in class. If the teacher gave yall a survey on who to sit with he would put you and list down every reason.

Always enjoys calling you, he would never let there be one bored moment in your life without him calling you.

Texting you past midnight is one of his favorite things, even if he is tired he would still stay up until you’re tired.

When you guys fall asleep on the phone he prefers when you sleep with your microphone on so he can know you’re still alive.

You had a feeling he liked you but thought he was that nice to everyone. You got so mixed up in his confused signs you eventually had enough and asked him to stop.

When he finally admit he liked you that same moment you told him you liked him back but had to make it seem less harsh from when you told him to stop sending mixed signals.

Once you two were together you could never stay away from each other. Teachers and classmates always asking one of you where the other is.

Friends to lovers is always the cutest trope, and with Miles being friends and lovers with him fills your heart.

miyseilish 2025 - don’t copy, repost paraphrase or steal any of my work without my consent!!

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Ik ive been requesting a lot but that's bcs I'm literally going to crash out

Miles x R who just feels like shit, lashing out, aggravated, annoyed, bcs they're dysphoric (like abt their chest not being flat) and isn't showering or taking care of themselves bcs they can't stand to see their body

why does everything have to be so terrible, all the time, forever?

pairings: m.morales x reader

genre: hurt with comfort

summary: life sucks but at least you have him.

a/n: ok so I really self projected in this cause I’ve been going through smth very similar for the past few months, I started writing on tumblr as a way to write my feelings but I feel like I haven’t been doing that enough. I was gonna take a break from requests for a min (continue to request that was an old thought) then try to but then seeing this request rlly helped me wanna write abt it so tysm dude and please your not alone talk to someone. I am always here for anyone who needs it. i hope some people can find this blog a way to express how they feel through their comfort characters because i certainly would’ve wanted that during atsv haiatus.

that time of year again.

not specifically time of year, usually time of week, hour, day. when you thought it went away it didn’t.

you couldn’t be alone with yourself without feeling like your sinking into absolute darkness.

nobody understood. they were always against you for your actions but never wondered why. why where you feeling this way, what drove you to do this.

you couldn’t help but distance yourself from everyone. you wanted to be alone yet you didn’t wanna feel lonely, which is what being alone led along with.

it’s been weeks since your friends checked on you. or weeks since you cared to check your notifications. you wanted to feel bad but didn’t wanna explain your actions— you just didn’t care anymore.

don’t even get yourself started on the mirror, it was your worst enemy yet you couldn’t live without it. it dictated everything, if you were good looking, if you should eat that day, if your even worthy of anything.

you never wished for the curves you had, if your chest was flatter maybe you would’ve been happier. why was life such a pit of darkness for you and you can’t help but get even more annoyed.

breaking you out of your thoughts you hear a knock on your window. which was odd due to the thunder in the warm New York weather.

you slowly got up from your bed, walking to the window while trying to defeat the lightness your head felt.

moving your curtains to the side you see your boyfriend, miles. you thought he would be mad for you ghosting him, that he was here to call it quits on your relationship.

instead he looked at you with worry in his eyes. which made you even more guilty.

before you can react after opening your window, he jumps in and pulls you into a hug. he could tell you haven’t been sleeping, eating or taking care of yourself.

the room stayed silent, the once sorrow filled room contained comfort and longing for one another.

this one hug finally helped you let it all out. your sobs grew louder and louder causing miles to rub your back.

“shh it’s okay..” he whispered into your ear

“I’m so sorry..” you repeated.

he moved you to your bed to let you lay down. he turned on your fan to help cool you down.

“your so beautiful..” he muttered, even if you didn’t feel that often, it meant a lot hearing it from him

once you finally calmed he got you some water and a nice massage while he let you talk.

“i am sorry for ghosting you-“ you started before he interrupted you

“don’t apologize for how you feel.” he said.

“why does everything have to be so terrible.” you speak after a hiccup.

“i wish i knew.. we need to take it a day at a time. I’ll be by your side the whole way, if you let me.” miles responds, moving your head onto his shoulder

you nod, wiping a tear streaming down your nose.

“it’s okay to not feel okay. but please don’t do this all alone. I really wanna help you and I don’t want you doing something you might regret.” miles says.

you wrapped an arm around miles as a thank you. when words didn’t come you always needed your actions to express how you feel.

from then on you didn’t have to face your challenges alone, you felt like you had someone to lean on. you promised him to never shut him out again and to let him in.

—miyseilish 2025, my work wont be stolen paraphrased or copied anywhere without my consent..

[mintkookiess]

Miles Morales headcannons #1

Miles who has a separate sketchbook just for you. He brings it everywhere along with his usual sketchbook because he knows that he'll want to draw you multiple times a day no matter where he was. Most of his sketches and doodles of you just had your face and that smile that he loves, decorated with hearts and sparkles all around. 

Miles who never fails to sneak a peek on you by your bedroom every single day. It doesn't matter if he was busy on a mission, patrol, or if he just wanted to see you. If he was swinging by, he'd just wave at you, give you a flying kiss before pasting sticky notes on your window with words like "I love you so much!", "Your hair looks so pretty today.”, "You're keeping me going today mi vida." 

Miles who doesn't like confrontation. So when he sees some other person flirting with you , he'll get jealous but would be too shy to do anything about it. However, it's like he becomes a different person as Spiderman, going to that said person to warn them to back off from you. Works almost every time. When it doesn't work, he'll just be more clingy to you for a while till the person gives up. 

Miles who makes sure to always have an extra hoodie for you during class. He knows you always forget to bring one, and the classrooms are dead freezing so he couldn't give the one he was wearing. Instead, he gives you one of his. Most often than not, he sprays a shit ton of his perfume on it because he knows how much you like to smell his hoodies or his clothes in general. 

Miles who likes to dance with you when you two were alone e.g. his or your bedroom. Usually, he would blast out some songs from his or your phone, but if that was not an option or if he's too happy to even bother, he'll start singing for the both of you while twirling you around and just vibing together.

Miles who likes being the little spoon when you cuddle. For my fellow tiny ass people, it could be a bit difficult, but he tries to be smaller for you. Tries. He crumples in on himself just for you to reach your leg over his waist and hug him from behind successfully. He also loves it when you bury your nose in his hair cause it tickles and makes him feel special. 

Miles who brings you food that his mom cooked, because his mom knows about the two of you. Though it was a rare occasion given her job as a nurse, it always made your day and his. Sometimes you both would bring it to a picnic somewhere or even just the rooftop of yall's places.

More of my Miles content here babes!

(if yall wanna be on my taglist feel free to let me know!)

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maybe a miles 1610 x reader that he meets and is closed off and battles depression? sorry if it’s too much

I also requested this to someone else so sorry if theirs will be similar to yours 😣

Burden

Miles 1610 x Reader with Depression

warnings: heavy use of all lowercase, mentions of relapse and sh, bad formatting cause I don't write on tumblr.

a/n:: my first tumblr stories omggg, this request hit too hard to home :,), these are sensitive topics so it's ok if you click off. im here if you need to talk

ever since joining visions, you had always stayed to yourself. you never spoke or talked unless spoken too, even then it was short sentences.

Until miles came along, he was like a lost puppy to you. He always tried to talk to you or get you to speak.

It was either him always requesting to be your partner in schoolwork. Or he would glance at you every few minutes in class to check your wellbeing.

He noticed everything, every time you came into school tired. All the times you bounced your leg due to stress. He was always observant of you.

In class he caught you brushing an eraser against your skin.

“It’s gonna sting mariposa, stop hurting yourself.” He said, taking the eraser from your hand. That stupid nickname he always gave you made your blood boil.

You quickly attempt to snatch it from his hand but failed miserably.

“dude don’t take stuff that’s not yours, didn’t they say that in the assembly?.” You spoke half sarcastically

“Well not if you’re gonna do that with it.” He spoke bluntly. Yet with a hint of worry in his eyes.

“well it isn’t your concern.” you spoke, looking him right in his eyes.

“Now it is.” Miles said, “Plus it’s not clean. You can get infected.”

After that day, Miles payed extra attention to you making sure you weren’t gonna do anything stupid.

He became apart of the loop life was of for you. Everyday ended up feeling less dull and lifeless seeing him there.

As the days went on, you stopped your sassy remarks, well.. you just calmed it down a bit.

Miles was happy you started talking to him more. He enjoyed learning more about you, he started drawing you more in his sketchbook.

On weekends when you weren’t in dorms, he always swung past your home on his patrol to make sure your okay.

One day he knocked on your window, and it was the worst time.

You had relapsed, and you regretted it. It as a very rough week for you and you couldn’t get through it.

“Y/n?” Miles said opening your unlocked window, looking inside he saw you crying on the floor. quickly, he approached you.

“im fine.” you said trying to move away from his touch.

“No, you’re not.” Miles said sitting next to you, rubbing your back.

“talk to me, mariposa.” Miles said, that nickname that you hated so much brought slight comfort now.

You sniffled, rubbing your eyes.

“I just.. don’t wanna feel like this anymore. empty and angry all the time.”

“I understand it’s hard, I will be here for you please don’t be afraid to speak to me, you’re not a burden. You mean so much to me, even if you don’t wanna believe it.” Miles speaks pulling you closer to him.

you hated to admit it but you finally realized something you hadn’t for a long time.

the only reason you let him in, the only reason you haven’t smacked him in his face already.

He held your hand, slightly caressing your skin with his thumb.

“I’m sorry..” You muttered.

“for what?” Miles said.

You sighed, remembering he did act clueless a lot. “Being mean all this time. You’re too kind to me. I don’t deserve you.”

Miles smiled, he lifted your hand closer to his face. He started pressing soothing kisses on your knuckles to comfort you.

He realized what he was doing then stopped.

“Sorry.. I-“ He said before you interrupted him.

“No it’s okay, I love you.” you said shyly. It was the first time you would say those three words to someone.

Miles chuckled at your shyness, he then pressed a comforting kiss on your temple.

“cmon.. let’s get you cleaned up.”

© miyseilish 2025 - my work will not be reposted, copied, or paraphrased without my consent.

[shiunboku]

Miles Morales as a Boyfriend

Headcannons

This boy is the greenest flag 🕸️♥️

He remembers everything. Every small thing his partner mentions (a food they liked, a place they wanted to visit, a trauma they mentioned in passing) Miles files it away. Weeks later, he'll show up with that specific snack or suggest that exact activity. He doesn't make a big deal about it. He just does it.

He never wants Reader to feel trapped or pressured. That's why when they're going to try anything new (in any aspect) he'll ask for confirmation to do it, and he'll probably ask more than once.

He's patient. If Reader is depressed he knows they have bad days. Days when they can't get out of bed, when they cancel plans, when they push him away because they're scared. Miles doesn't get frustrated. He doesn't take it personally. He just shows up with food and waits.

He's protective, not possessive. There's a difference. Miles doesn't get jealous when people flirt with Reader, he gets aware. He'll wrap an arm around their waist, pull them close, but he won't start a fight. He trusts you. He just wants everyone else to know Reader is with him.

He's a praise king. Miles will compliment Reader constantly (their hair, their laugh, the way their eyes light up when they're arguing about something stupid.) He doesn't hold back. He wants them to know they're seen, wanted, loved.

He learns your love language. Miles pays attention to Reader. A long hug after a bad day. A forehead kiss when they're spiraling. A hand on the small of their back in crowded rooms. He gives them what they need before they even know to ask.

He includes you in his world. Miles doesn't hide his Spider-Man life from Reader. (It took him time to tell the truth but he did). He tells them about patrol, about the villains, about the close calls. He trusts them with the weight. And when Eros worries, he doesn't dismiss it... he thanks them for caring.

He's goofy. All the serious romance aside, Miles is a dork. He makes stupid jokes. He dances in the kitchen. He sends you memes at 2am. He doesn't try to be cool or mysterious, he's just his dorky self.

He apologizes when he's wrong. Miles isn't perfect. He messes up. But when he does, he owns it. No excuses, no deflection. Just "I'm sorry. I'll do better." And then he does and tries his best to be a good boyfriend and not just make empty promises.

He's in it for the long haul. Miles isn't dating casually. He's not looking for something temporary. When he commits, he commits. You aren't a fling, nononono, you're his future.

[roze-latte-zz]

fic idea 2

PLEASE GIVE ME MILES HEADCANONS. I know I usually love angst but I can have some fluff hcs with miles ( I saw u write for spider man hehe)

Also if write Gwen x Reader pls give me headcanons with them too

Miles Morales' Sweetheart Headcanons

Miles constantly "forgets" his hoodies at your place just so he can see you wearing them the next day.

When he's nervous or particularly happy while holding your hand, his fingers accidentally stick to yours, and he gets incredibly flustered trying to "unstick" himself.

He hides tiny spray-painted doodles of things you like in spots only you would notice on your walk to school.

During study sessions, he’ll slide one of his headphones onto your ear to let you listen to a beat he's working on, watching your face closely for your reaction.

He loves the "Spider-Man kiss" trope and will frequently drop down upside-down from your ceiling or window frame just to surprise you.

Even after a long night of patrol, he’ll swing by your window just to hear about your day, often falling asleep for a few minutes with his head in your lap.

He’s teaching you how to use a spray can, patiently guiding your hand and getting more paint on his own face than on the wall because he's distracted by you.

When you go for "swings" across the city, he keeps one arm locked securely around your waist and constantly checks in to make sure you aren't scared.

He keeps a sketchbook specifically for drawings of you, ranging from serious portraits to goofy doodles of you eating or sleeping.

Miles is a huge "physical touch" person; whether it's bumping shoulders or resting his head on you, he always wants to be in your orbit.