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ABOUT ME:
Hi, i'm a 16 year old (wannabe) fanfic writer. I'm currently obsessed with spiderman atsv, and more specifically, miles morales. i'm also a shifter, who, as you might've guessed, is shifting to spiderman atsv! i don't write nsfw, but i may occasionaly write suggestive works, which will of course be labeled as such.
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Hello everyone, I haven't been active in almost a year *sorry :')*, but I have reentered my spider verse phase and supperrr motivated to write so send reqs!!
SMILE FOR ME?
๊ฐ โก ๊ฑ โ miles says something that hurts your feelings and is trying to make up for that
includes; black fem reader, a bit angsty, fluff at the end, kisses, nicknames like ma, baby, mami and etc
โbaby open the doorโ he sighs, leaning his forehead against your bathroom door. his heart hurts every time he hears you sob and sniffle..all because of him.
โleave me alone miles, i donโt want to deal with you right nowโ you breathe out shakily, wiping your eyes and cheeks from the tears. โi really donโt so please just leaveโ
he closes his eyes and stays still, not wanting to leave and allow you to be by yourself. itโs not the first time that you both have your arguments and disagreements. you both start quarrelling then to the both of you distancing to calm down before coming back to speak to one another calmly. just 3 simple steps thatโs gotten you both a long way into the relationship but it seems as you were still stuck in the second step; distancing.
he knows what he said was wrong, he didnโt mean it and he genuinely isnโt lying it wasnโt even supposed to come out of his mouth- the thought wasnโt even directed towards youโ he doesnโt even know anymore he just want to reconcile with you and hold you again. but he knew the moment what he said hurt you by the look in your eyes. the way your waterline filled with tears, an expression of heartbreak and your body slowly going from tense and confident to relaxed and defeated. the room was quiet and all you both did was stare at each-other. miles was just trying to find something to say when he looks at the tears slowly cascading down your brown cheeks, another hole opens in his heart.
โbaby..โ he stutters a bit but you turn and walk towards the bathroom, closing the door behind you as you sit on the floor of the small room, crying into your hands replaying those same 6 words again and again
โi wish i never met youโ
Bro this made my day omfg please ๐ญโฅ๏ธ
it's not even funny anymore I need miles morales biblically
โ headcanons. miles morales (earth1610)
MILES who somehow managed to pick you up with that corny little shoulder touch his Uncle Aaron taught him. Not because it actually worked and left you smitten and head over heels for himโbut because in that moment, the dorky boy who stood in front of you had made you laugh so hard youโd nearly peed yourself. There was no way that with a sense of humor like his, he wasnโt getting your number.
MILES who has never missed a good morning or a goodnight text. While often they may not always be at the most ideal times, itโs the fact that he remembered that means the most to you. Even if heโs running late to school, shoes untied, and shirt buttoned unevenly as he bundles out the door of his dorm, he insists he can text and run to class at the same time. And at night, even if his eyelids feel as if they weigh a ton the minute his back finally hits his mattress after webbing the villain of the week to a light pole for the cops, he refuses to fall asleep without telling you he loves you firstโ though the message may include a few sleepy typos. โGoodnihgt aby i lov youuuโ โshitno i meant baby not abyโ
MILES who hand draws a card for you when the monthly anniversary of your relationship rolls by. Each one of them is different and creative in their own way and youโre always excited to see what itโll look like this time. Heโll swiftly swing by your fire escape on his way to patrol, drop a box of chocolates, your favorite candy, or a bouquet of flowers on the steel metal along with the card, then switch arms and thwip another web to the next building in the same breath.
MILES who loves to draw you, especially when the two of you havenโt been able to hang out in a while, just so he can reminisce and pretend like youโre there, in his room with him. His sketchbook is filled with pictures of you, hearts usually adorning whatever space is left blank on the paper. He sees you in such a different light than you view yourself in, and heโs able to capture certain aspects of your features that you hadnโt even noticed before. He was so embarrassed the first time you saw his sketchbook laid open on his bed and tried to hide them from you, nervous heโd make you uncomfortable in any way. But you were nothing short of flattered, and reassured him of such by smattering kisses onto the expanse his flushed face and telling him how much of a sweetheart he was.
MILES who falls asleep in the span of two seconds. Usually when you canโt come over, you settle for long facetime calls so you can tell each other about your days, or watch a movie together. But heโs just so comfortable around you, and your voice is so calming, like a lullaby, so much so that he canโt help it when he falls asleep halfway into your rundown of events. After five minutes of silence, which is unheard of for a kid like Miles who is always filled with endless quips and jokes, youโll scoop your phone off your bed only to see his ivory-colored ceiling instead of his face.
โMilesss!โ You whine, the sudden sound of shuffling from the other end of the line erupting through your speakers as he frantically scoops his phone back up from his pillow, his sleepy face shifting back into view.
โHuh?โ He mumbles, clearing his throat as he blinks the sleep from his eyes.
โYou fell asleep in the middle of my story again.โ You accuse.
โNuh uh! Iโve been awake this whole time. Iโm just a really, really good listener, m-hm. I am a wonderful and completely-awake, professional listener.โ He nods, gifting you his signature goofy smile thatโs always a reminder that you can never be mad at him for long.
MILES who loves taking you to the new places heโs able to go around the city now that heโs Spiderman.
When you found out your boyfriend was Spiderman, you were in such disbelief that you immediately asked for proof, for him to show you anything that proved he was spiderman other than a suit and a mask. And proof you got, if the powerful gusts of wind in your face as he swung the two of you with web after web over the skyline of the city were anything to go by.
You were terrified the first time, legs glued around his waist and arms clamped so tightly around his neck that there was no way youโd fall. He would never in a million years let you slip from his grasp anyways, but if you did, you were damn sure taking him with you. He kept one arm around your waist for support and laughed at how you hollered almost the entire way to the clock tower, and whether they were screams of excitement or terror, he didnโt know.
It was beyond exhilarating, seeing the city from above with him, standing on the roofs of buildings you never imagined youโd reach. It had your heart pumping faster than you thought it ever could and your trust in him solidifying even further, and soon you found yourself asking him take you again, and again. And Miles would take you anywhere you wanted to go; open to doing anything just to see a smile on your face and to have you holding onto him like that again.
- please do not plagiarize, copy, or repost my works to any other platforms
likes, comments, and reblogs are very appreciated ๐
I know your requests are closed rn but do you know any recs for people who write e1610 miles?
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RANDOM MILES MORALES HEADCANONS:
Masterlist: โผ here
Pairing: Miles Morales x fem friend he has a crush on! แฅซแญก
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 ๐?)
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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โณ Miles texts you throughout the day, even about the smallest details, needing to feel connected even when you're apart. When you donโt 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.
โณ 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 excusesโ"I forgot to tell you something" or "Do you need help carrying anything?"โjust so he can stay a little longer.
โณ 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.
โณ 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.
โณ 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 itโs just in comfortable silence. Sometimes he even imagines what itโd be like if you were there, lying next to him, sharing everything heโs been holding inside.
โณ Sitting in silence next to you on lazy afternoons is one of his favorite things. Heโs 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.
โณ When youโre talking, he holds your gaze, completely captivated. Even in casual conversation, the way you look at him grounds him. Itโs like he's the only one youโre seeing in that moment, and he feels an overwhelming warmth from it.
โณ Miles checks in with you constantly. Even if itโs a small โyou good?โ or โneed anything?โ he wants to know you're okay and feels a sense of purpose in being there for you.
โณ He loves catching subtle traces of your scent on his clothes after you've been togetherโit makes him feel closer to you when you're not around, like he's carrying a part of you with him.
โณ If youโre watching a movie or sitting together, heโll lean in closer than necessary, just to be in your space. Thereโs a comfort he finds in those moments that he canโt quite put into words.
โณ 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.
โณ Every accidental touchโyour hand brushing his, your shoulder against hisโhe holds onto them, wishing theyโd last just a little longer. Sometimes, he leaves his hand where it is, silently hoping you'll reach out again.
โณ 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. Itโs not that he wants to change you, but being the one you rely on, even briefly, fills him with a quiet pride.
โณ 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 doesnโt totally believe in, just to feel more connected to you.
โณ 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.
โณ Sitting close to you feels like it's never enough. He wants more time with you, more connection, but heโs scared of coming on too strong and pushing you away.
โณ He loves those rare, late-night conversations that go on until the early hours. When they end, heโs left with a quiet longing, wishing he could hold onto those moments forever.
โณ Sometimes, without realizing it, Miles can be a little overbearing in his need to help you. Heโll offer to carry your things, walk you home, or do tasks you didnโt ask for, just to feel useful to you.
โณ His biggest fear is that one day youโll move on, and heโll just be a memory in your life. Itโs a thought that keeps him awake some nights, silently hoping heโll always have a place in your world.
โณ If he senses youโre upset or distant, he tries even harder to be there for you, even if itโs just in small ways, like sending a meme or giving you a small gift. He wants to remind you that he's still around.
โณ Miles asks you questions about your day, your thoughts, your feelingsโhe just wants to know you better and to feel closer to you.
โณ Arguments or disagreements with you make him uneasy. Heโll often apologize first, even when heโs unsure of what he did wrong, just to make sure things are okay between you.
โณ If he notices youโre upset, he goes into โprotectorโ mode, wanting to fix the situation and be the one to make things better, even if itโs beyond his control.
โณ If a day goes by without seeing you, heโll often send you a random meme or a quick message, just to re-establish contact and let you know heโs thinking about you.
โณ 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.
โณ When youโre together, he unconsciously leans into your spaceโhis 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.
โณ If you start talking about someone else, especially another guy, heโll find a way to steer the conversation back to the two of you, needing your attention on him, if only for a moment.
โณ 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.
MILES G RANDOM HEADCANONS
The physical NEED to gush about this boy I swear to the gods.
Non x reader hcs:
I feel like sometimes Aaron and Miles ACTUALLY run errands before or after a job to help out Rio, like just imagine Aaron & Miles in a grocery store late at night picking up oranges n shit.
Speaking of Rio, she may or may not have passed down a caffeine dependency to her son in that dimension.
He does extremely well in school. I feel like Miles would definitely try even harder after his Dad's death because it's what he would've wanted.
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Last updated: 01.25.25
Miles morales 1610:
headcanons:
miles morales x sweet girlfriend
miles morales x sweet girlfriend PART TWO
miles morales x friend he has a crush on
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do ppl even write miles morales x reader anymore ๐๐๐
โSpider-Man: Beyond The Spiderverse wonโt be released until another 2-3 years, reports say.โ
Thatโs alright, take your time.
happy belated birthday to my boyfriend ๐ฅณ
childhood best friends to lovers
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Pairing: Miles Morales 1610 x female reader !
Synopsis: miles being in love with you since you guys were kids.
Genre: fluff
Word count: 2361
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His earliest memory consists of the taste of cherry flavored blowpops, the scent of strawberry lotion and wild mango shampoo, and the feeling of your soft, warm lips pressed against his.
He remembers it as if it were yesterday. The two of you had been playing outside for what felt like hours while "The mothers" (as you guys had playfully called your mothers) scolded you for running in and out of the house.
After another trip of doing exactly thatโgoing into the house for a drink of water and quickly running back outsideโRio stopped you two and gave you the choice of staying outside, or coming inside.
you smiled brightly and assured her that you would stay outside and play until you were finally ready to come in for the day.
"Of course tia," you had agreed, "we'll stay outside and play until it's curfew! We won't come in anymore, I promise!"
And with that, you grabbed Miles' hand and ran outside to the farthest end of your street, where the neighborhood park was.
"Betcha can't beat me in a race there and back," he taunted, pointing at a large pin oak tree that stood near the back of the park. It's dark green leaves slightly brightened by the glistening sun shining down on them.
"Can too!" you exclaimed, eagerly accepting his challenge.
Miles gave you a sly grin and ran to the sandbox, which was then quickly assigned to be the starting line, with you quickly chasing behind him, your hair blowing against your face in the soft breeze.
You perched yourself at the sandbox with Miles right next to you, ready to take off and kick his butt in what was sure to be another easy round of you beating him in a race.
"On your markโฆ" Miles said slowly, glancing over at you to make sure you were ready, his eyes flickering with something you couldn't quite determine but making you smile anyway.
"get setโฆ"
"Oh, hurry up Miles!" You playfully groaned, rolling your eyes at his obvious trolling.
"GO!" Miles exclaimed, and the two of you took off running towards the pin oak tree,taunting and mocking each other the entire time.
"You're slow!" You shouted breathlessly.
"You're one to talk; you are literally reminding me of a turtle right now!" Miles shot back with another big smile, sprinting to the tree as fast as he could.
When he neared the tree, though, Miles slowed down and let you pass him upโnot too obviously, but just enough to let you think that he had gotten tired or that you were simply too fast for him to beat.
The truth was, Miles was much faster and stronger than you and could have easily run the race, but he always let you take the first place trophy. He enjoyed seeing you brag about how fast you were or how good you were, knowing it was only possible because of his own loss.
Because of this, you won the race and wasted no time bragging about your well deserved and expected win, completely oblivious to the fact that he had let you win this time, and all the other times that came before this.
"Ha! I beat you, Miles; you owe me a soda!" You smiled at him, flashing a row of white baby teeth with the one on the side missing.
"Oh, please," he rolled his eyes playfully, "you cheated. I would've beat you but you ran before I even said go."
You laughed at his comment and slid down the tree's thick trunk to cool down, grateful for the shade the large branches and leaves provided against the relentless July heat. Beads of sweat were starting to form on your face from the heat waves rising from the hot asphalt, and you were almost certain you were going to die of "hotness."
"Whatever, you still owe me a soda." you cooed, letting out a deep sigh and resting your head on his shoulder, hot and tired from all that running you just did.
"I don't have a soda..but I got this," he said breathlessly, pulling a cherry blowpop from his pocket stowed away from earlier.
You took it from his fingers without another word and popped it into your mouth, immediately feeling a rush of dopamine from the sugary taste of the candy.
Miles gazed over at you, resting on his shoulder and mindlessly sucking on the blowpop, silently taking the chance to admire your beauty. Even though you were just an eight-year-old girl, you were already so beautiful, and this was something everyone seemed to know but you.
Miles was reminded of this fact whenever he took the chance to sneakily take longing looks at your soft pink lips, long dark eyelashes, iridescent eyes, and that soft hair that always seemed to glow in the sun. He loved all these small details about you, but was too young to understand what this meant to him yet. So he kept them to himself, storing it for later.
A while later, you lifted your head from his shoulder, and although it was plenty hot outside, he immediately missed your warmth. He wanted you to rest on him again, perhaps come even closer, but he wouldn't press the issue.
He thought of you and what he wanted for a quick moment before he was snapped out of his thoughts when you looked up at him with a soft smile and asked him if he thought that you guys would be friends forever.
"Of course we will. We are best friends forever, remember?" He replied, fanning his flushed face.
"Yeah, but what if we get older and make new friends? You'll probably forget all about me and have way more fun with them." You countered, eyes wide, with the thought of growing up without your best friend.
"But I wouldn't, cause you're my number one girl for life. I would make other friends, but they would never come close to me as close as you are to me. I promise." He said.
As if to emphasize his words, he leaned forward and brushed a strand of hair away from your face. His touch was gentle, almost feather-light, and it sent a shiver down your spine. You felt a strange fluttering in your chest, like butterflies were trapped inside. You didn't understand what was happening, but it felt nice.
Just as you were about to ask him what was wrong, he leaned in even closer. His lips were just inches from yours, and you could feel the warmth of his breath on your skin. Time seemed to stand still as you waited for him to make his move, but you were unsure of what that move was yet.
And then he kissed you.
His lips were soft and warm against yours, and they sent a rush of heat through your entire body. He remembered the taste of the cherry-flavored lollipop on your lips and the softness and warmth of your skin. Time seemed to stand still as you kissed under the shade of the tree, the soft summer air caressing your skin.
He inhaled the scent of what was sure to be shampoo, its sweet, fruity smell making him only want to smell more of it. He counted to five in his head because it's what he had seen all the other kids do in the movies when they kissed, and when he finally pulled away, you were breathless, your cheeks flushed from the heat and the kiss. He smiled down at you, his amber eyes sparkling in the sunlight with something he was sure to love.
And this is when he knew that he was in love with you.
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Now, eight years later, when he was sixteen and you were fifteen and a half --you always liked to point out whenever Miles teased you for your age difference--,Miles couldn't help but wonder if you remembered that day.
Did you remember the feeling of his lips on yours? The feeling of his skin pressing against yours? The sweet, innocent smiles that happened after that kiss?
Miles couldn't help but think of that moment as he lay on his bed, the sunlight streaming in through the window casting a warm glow across your face. Your hair was spread out around you like a halo of gold, and your eyes were closed as you lay on your stomach, lazily flipping through a fashion magazine.
He couldn't help but stare at you. Since you had gotten older, you had started to fill in nicely. Places where you weren't so curvy back then had started to fill in, and he couldn't help but take in every detailโevery curve of your body, every freckle on your skin.
When he looked at you like this, he just knew he wanted to kiss you again. No, he didn't want to kiss you again, he needed to kiss you again. To feel your lips against his, to taste your sweet breath on his tongue.
"What do you think about this dress?" you asked suddenly, interrupting his thoughts. He blinked, coming back to reality, and forced a smile. "It's really pretty," he mumbled, trying to focus on what you were saying, although his mind felt scattered with thoughts he knew he shouldn't have.
You smiled back at him, and in that moment, he felt like everything was alright. He felt like he could forget about kissing you and how much it hurt to be so close to you yet so far away. He felt like he could finally breathe.
But then you leaned over to pick up your water bottle, and as you did, your shirt rose up just enough to reveal a sliver of smooth skin at your hip. It was only for a second, but it was enough to make his heart race and his palms grow sweaty. He wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch you, to feel your skin against his own.
"So, do you think I should get my nails done in that color?" You continued, gesturing to a pretty shade of pink on the page of the magazine. The pink had reminded him of that one hello kitty girl you liked, my Melanie? but he didn't have time to think about it for too long before he forced himself to look at the page and focus on your words.
But all he could think about was how much he wanted to kiss you again, to feel the softness of your lips against his. He swallowed hard, trying to clear his throat. "Um, yeah, that color would look really good on you," he managed to say. "You should totally do it."
Sensing the tension in the air, you look up at him and find him staring back at you with something that can only be described as love in his eyes. A blush crept up on your face, and you tried to clear your throat. The tension between you was growing thicker as you both struggled to maintain eye contact.
Finally, you decide to break it, glancing down at your magazine and pretending to focus on the pictures. "Well, I guess I'll have to ask Mom what she thinks."
Miles nods, pretending not to notice the awkwardness between you. "Yeah, maybe you should." He mumbles, swallowing hard, feeling the urge to reach out and touch you growing stronger by the second. He forces himself to stay still and focus on anything but these feelings, though.
The silence stretches between you, thick with unspoken words and unacknowledged feelings. You both know what happened, you both felt things that neither of you were sure were supposed to be felt, but neither of you dared to acknowledge them. It's as if you're both afraid that if you say anything, it will make it real, make it permanent.
But Miles couldn't take this anymore. He needed you, and he knew what he needed to do in this moment.
Miles clears his throat, looking away from you for a moment, focusing on a spot across the room. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to do. Then, without warning, he leans forward and presses his lips against yours.
It's a soft kiss at first, tentative and unsure, but as you respond, your fingers softly trailing up his shoulders and your lips meeting his exactly how they needed to, it becomes something else.
His hands find their way to your face, cradling your cheeks as he deepens the kiss. You taste like cherry lip gloss and it instantly reminds him of the cherry blowpop flavored kiss the two of you had shared years ago.
But now, the two of you were older. Kissing meant more than just some innocent, childlike crush thing. Kissing meant more, and in this moment, he knows that he's never wanted anything more than to be able to taste you, to feel your lips against his, to breathe in the scent of your mango shampoo-scented hair.
You pull away for a moment to catch your breath, but he still holds you close to him. Savoring the closeness between you two, he whispers sweet things against your lips, whispering all of the things he's been wanting to say since he was eight years old.
"I love you, like, really, love you" he whispers, his eyes closed and his fingers tracing your cheeks and sliding up into your hair, gently touching the soft strands.
I love you too, Miles. I always have" You mumble back, your hands resting on his shoulders and your lips still softly brushing against his.
You pull away for real this time, slowly opening your eyes and seeing something you've never seen before. You see a depth of an emotion that you didn't even know existed. You see love. Not the puppy-love of your childhood, but the mature, true love that only comes from years of knowing someone and realizing just how much they mean to you.
So, you kiss him again. This time, with a passion that Miles knows he'll be getting for the rest of his life.
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BSV fan posters
given my most listened song of 2023 was โAm I Dreamingโ iโve ALWAYS sketched some BSV poster ideas. so here are some i have cleaned and which i really like :)
MILES MORALES X READER
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Masterlist: here โผ
Pairing: Miles Morales x sweet girlfriend แฅซแญก
Synopsis: Part two of the headcanons I made of miles (1610) x his sweet girlfriend, but this includes snippets of before you two started dating!
Genre: fluff
Word count: 801
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crushing stage:
โณ you and miles would barely have any classes together. maybe one or two throughout the day, but those classes sleays felt too short for him. so, miles would change his route to class just to see you. the few seconds he would see your pretty face in the hallway was enough for him to get through the day. was enough for him to get that warm fluffy feeling in his stomach.
"oh, i dunno. i just dont wanna be in class right now" he'd shrug whenever you asked him why he took the long way to his classes.
but really, it was just an excuse to see you. just to feel your soft hands whenever he'd dab you up in the hallway.
โณ miles isn't the shy type when it comes to flirting. he hugs you longer than the others, holds your hand a bit longer than necessary when shaking it, and purposefully reaches for the same items you are just so he can feel your skin brush against his.
it's safe to say that this boy is touch starved.
โณ miles and you would probably be friends before he develops a crush on you. so he'd always deny any rumors of him liking you, saying you guys were 'just friends' even though he wanted to be everything but that.
"n-no. she's just a friend, nothing else" he'd stammer, even though he's clearly nervous about it.
โณ miles looks for your eyes during any group conversation. yes, there are about 5 other people in your friend group, but your voice is the only one he cares about hearing. your eyes the only ones he wants to look into.
he can't help but try to fight back a smile when you glance at him during these conversations, and even more so when you talk to him specifically.
โณ miles draws you in his sketchbook. but not only pictures of you where he thought you looked actually beautiful, but just quotes of funny things you said that might've stuck with him, or random notes of things you mentioned liking.
he'll never let you find it though, keeping it locked up in the top shelf of his closet. he'd die of embarrassment if you ever saw what was in it, afraid you'll think he's a weirdo of some sort.
talking stage:
โณ miles stays on the phone with you late at night. he loves hearing your pretty voice telling him what you did that day, and all the things you laughed about in third period.
โณ miles makes more of an effort to spend time with you. yes, you guys did frequently hang with eachother whenever the opportunity presented itself, but even then those hangouts were short because of whatever spidey-business he had going on that day or some general day to day distractions.
but once he realizes that whatever you guys having going on between you could be something serious, he starts making more plans with you. sometimes ditching spending time with ganke just to see you.
โณ your weekdays aren't what they used to be anymore once you and miles start talking. at first, you used to just get ready and then leave with your parental guardian as they drove you to school.
but after you guys start talking, you had to get ready for school an extra fifteen minutes early because miles wanted to walk with you to school. sometimes taking you to the local bodega to get your favorite snacks, or ordering your favorite coffee for you at the small coffee shop in the city.
โณ miles makes an effort to get to know your parents/family. your family absolutely adores him though, so he has no trouble getting in close with them. but he still gets nervous and worries about making a good impression.
"you think they'll like me?" he'll whisper to you, not trying to seem obvious about how nervous he's feeling.
you assure him that they will, which doesn't fully convince him until he starts to get to knos them. they laugh and smile with him, making jokes and jus generally treating him as if hes just part of the family.
โณ miles picks up the phone every. single. time. you call him. without fail, this boy is always looking to be there for you no matter how big or small your needs are. whether it be at seven in the morning, at eleven o'clock at night, he's going to pick up that phone.
"yes ma'am?" he'll answer, his voice laced with the tiniest hint of worry.
โณ miles morales passes the orange peel theory. no more needs to be said.
โณ miles is obsessed with the idea of asking you out. making you his girlfriend. he works everyday to give you the proposal he thinks you deserve. asking some of his female friends to help him learn to make bouquets of flowers that of course include your favorite color, asking some of your family some of the things you're interested in and adding them to the basket of things that he's made for you.
he's increasingly nervous when he asks you, he does it somewhere private so he isn't faced with public humiliation if you were to reject him.
but to his own amazement, you smile and tell him that yes you will infact be his girlfriend.
"really? i mean, you aren't just saying that?" he'll say slowly, wanting to make sure that this is real. that you were actually just as into him as he was into you.
dating stage:
โณ he calls you a variety of pet names. i personally think he'll stick with the basic ones, stuff like 'babe' or 'bae', or just shortened variations of your name.
but once you guys get more comfortable with eachother, he'll call you stuff like 'princess'. he finds stuff like 'mi amor' or anything starting with 'my/mi' corny, so he'll stray away from those.
โณ miles isnt afraid to let the world knows that he's your boyfriend. infact, he's extremely cocky with the fact that he managed to pull someone as goregous as you. he constantly brags to anyone who'll stand to listen about how he has the honor of being your boyfriend and how he's never met anyone like you before.
"my girlfriend is so pretty. i miss her so much man" he'll mutter, to which everyone around him will groan in annoyance because you're all he talks about.
โณ miles writes your name everywhere. your name is plastered over every homework assignment, every cover of every notebook, on the back of some abandoned building where he graffitied your initials together. it's written in sharpie on his wrist.
he wants to be reminded of you every second of the day, as youre his entire world.
โณ he'll take pictures of things that remind him of you. flowers that are your favorite color? *snap*, he's taken a picture of it. a rock thats shaped in the same shape of your birthmark? *snap*. a leaf that's the same color as your eyes? *snap*.
โณ miles has a harder time being away from you than whats considered normal. of course, its natural and completely okay to miss your partner when you are apart, but miles is so dramatic with it.
he'll groan in bed and look at pictures of you two together, wondering when he'll get to see you again. he'll replay voice messages that you sent him just so he can hear that voice he loves so much.
"oh my god i fucking miss her" he'll say to himself while throwing his phone aside so he can bury his face in his pillow, trying to forget about you.
โณ miles will gush about you to tia rio, blabbing about how pretty you are and all the things you said that made him smile. she'll just smile, grateful that her little boy has found someone that can make him as happy as she always wished he could be.
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#tags #milesmorales #milesmoralesupremacy #milesmoralesfluff #acrossthespiderverse !!
I kno BTSV hasnโt even announced a release date yet, but I thought Iโd show yโall the outfit I have planned for when I go see it!!
Lmk what yโall think!!! <3
