#1610 miles

[parasiticstars]

I had some actual art planned for Miles’s birthday but I’m tired and burnt out so here’s this instead

[thwippedingold]

maybe stop painting miles 42 as an evil and sinister miles and paint him more like an emotionally repressed miles, considering the differences between his and 1610 miles' universes.

i mean, there's no spider-man in his universe. and the only other hero he could've possibly looked up to is dead. the city's overrun by villains composed of the usual spidey rogues gallery with little to oppose them. not exactly the same new york where another miles would usually be out sticker bombing and expressing himself through art.

miles 42's day probably consists of doing his best to help his mom, helping his uncle, and combating the sinister six cartels. i doubt he has time for anything else.

in a city with SUPERVILLAINS running cartels, you'd have your guard up too. especially when someone who says they're you comes out of seemingly nowhere.

we don’t know too much about miles 42 but i bet everything that he is still very much a good kid. a prime example is when rio was going to give miles a grocery list, meaning she trusts him enough to do that especially in the world they live in.

[thequeenofthedisneyverse]

1610! Miles x Mirabel Madrigal/ 42! Miles x Camilo Madrigal HC's

I'm bored (also inspired by @eclecticeternitywolf - I was able to get this much out.)

Why do I ship them? Cause I can. And-

They both like art. Mirabel is obviously more into textile art and physical crafts. While Miles is obviously more into drawing, painting, and spray painting. I can just imagine them teaching each other their favorite crafts. Well, Mirabel can't draw to save her life, but she loves graffiti so far.

Miles is trying to learn how to sew and embroider. He prefers to learn along with her rather than by himself because she's the best person in the world in his eyes. And yes, he gets a gazillion pin pricks with or without her help. It's expected at this point.

Both of them are silly little goobers who love to dance and make people laugh. Their main love language is banter and coming up with ways to make the other laugh.

Miles' second love language is words of affirmation, and his third is gift giving. He always tells Mirabel how pretty she is and gives her drawings of her in many different styles. He even made half heart pendant for them both.

Mirabel's second love language is also gift giving and physical touch. She gets too flustered for words of affirmation; she hopes hand holding and cheek kisses are enough. They are - he melts every time.

He talks her down when she's having an anxiety attack and will ABSOLUTELY NOT let her talk badly about herself (which she has a tendency to do).

She hugs him and talks to him to help with his panic attacks. She even sings if she can't think of anything to say.

Camilo is the only other person besides Rio and Aaron who can make Miles G laugh. Like, literally burst out laughing and snorting level laughing.

These two are the embodiment of Golden retriever x Black cat. Camilo is always happy to see his boyfriend. Miles is just as happy but a little bit more subdued.

Camilo's love language is physical touch and food. He knows Miles doesn't like PDA, so they snuggle and are just plain adorable in private.

Miles has tons of drawings of Milo in his sketchbook. Like a lot. And when they met, let's say around 5th grade, he never stopped talking about him. They officially started dating around 8th grade.

Miles' love language is gift giving, quality time, and food (everyone who knows Camilo knows he loves food). He tries to buy stuff he thinks Milo would like whenever he's out. From charms, bracelets, snacks, corny 1930s movies, plushies, whatever.

I have an au where Camilo exists in Earth 42, and he's the "Orange cat". Like a black cat, but make it orange. And if you know anything about orange cats, you know they are chaotic gremlins in cat font. They are dating in this au, but they don't know each other's secret identity. They are just really suspicious of each other's random injuries.

And even though Orange Cat is quite literally ORANGE. He's still able to be elusive and get away every time.

They love bantering while playing co-op games. They make sure to keep the trash talk wholesome if family members are around. Especially their mamas.

If Miles just needs silence and a hug, Camilo will gladly give him that. He'll even let him cry on his shoulder if that's what he needs.

Also, Isabela loves to tease them, mainly Camilo

"CAMILO, YOUR BOYFRIEND'S HERE!"

"Will you stop it with that?! Oh my god!"

Ship names I need help with

Miles X Mirabel

Embroiderspider??

ArtsyWeb??

Mirmiles?

Milesabel??

Miles x Camilo

Orangeclaw?

Camiles??

Prowling shift (by eclecticeternitywolf - I think I'll stick with this one)

[despairots]

━━━━━━━━ in another another dimension.

1610! miles morales x gn! spiderman! reader x 42! miles morales. angst, and sorta fluff?? also spoilers if u havent seen the movie yet, shit writing since i havent wrote in a long time 👎

where miles morales was your boyfriend and died in your dimension ‘cause you couldn’t save him in time after he was pushed off a building. where earth 1610 & earth 42, you’re dead ‘cause you got pushed off a building.

you couldn’t save him in time. by the time you saw his figure disappear from the ledge of the building, you were already frozen in spot, seeing as if the love of your life was gonna die and it was because of you.

even though you caught him by the chest with one of your webs, the recoil already impacted his head and back, causing him to die. you couldn’t apologize to him after the argument you two had.

“miles… i am so sorry. please wake up. wake the fuck up, miles! this isn’t funny. please tell me i’m dreaming, please tell me you’ll wake me up from a nightmare like before. please, i can’t lose you too…”

he always would wake you up and comfort you after a nightmare, he wouldn’t do that anymore. he would always whisper sweet things in your ear that always made you blush, he wouldn’t do that anymore.

nothing that was only exchanged between the two of you wouldn’t happen anymore, nothing. it was meaningless to you, you missed him. it was obvious to everyone.

your parents, friends, miles’s parents, classmates, teachers, schoolmates. they all knew how much you cherished eachother, how much you couldn’t keep living without eachother.

when he needed you the most, you weren’t there. you weren’t able to save him in time. maybe you could this time, saving him from a hundred other spider people.

EARLIER.

“this your friend, gwen?” a familiar voice was heard behind you making you quickly turn around, your spider sense going off. “miles?” “[name]?” the two of you spoke at the same time, jaw dropped and eyes widened.

“this was the surprise you meant, gwen.” all guilt that you thought you buried long time ago was to much to handle when you saw him, the same beauty that he had when you he died in your universe.

you couldn’t help but hug him tightly, face buried into his chest, he was always taller then you. miles jumped a little bit before hugging you back, his face buried on top of your hair.

you were restraining yourself for crying, small sniffles came from you as you could see gwen lightly smiling at the two of you. embarrassment was the only thing that made you pull away.

“sorry! i— um, have a miles morales in my dimension b - but he died.” you stumbled upon your words, blush on your cheek as miles blinked at you. “it’s fine. i have a you in my dimension but they — uh, died.”

miles nervously chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. it was awkward between the two of you, completely embarrassed that you hugged eachother even though you technically knew eachother too.

when you think about it, maybe you could save him this time… from millions of spider people and being thrown to his earth with him.

EARTH ???.

miles told you to wait in the living to talk to his mother, brooklyn was totally wrecked on his earth. spiderman was gone for just two days or maybe more and brooklyn looked like hell.

it didn’t feel right, you felt uneasy. it felt to surreal, to unrealistic in your opinion. you turned invisible when you saw mrs. morales, miles’ mother, walk out of his room, laughing.

he tried speaking to her before getting cut off by glitching, scaring you. ‘he’s in the wrong dimension.’ miles and you shared a look, signifying the look of terror.

‘the spider that bit him… it wasn’t from his dimension. miguel was right… he was never meant to be spiderman.’ the door creaked open, revealing the man who thought had died in miles’ dimension.

the two chattered, his uncle taking him to the roof as miles looked at you and gestured to follow him. it was shocking, to say the least, watching the two look at a mural.

your eyes widened at the art, instead of miles’ uncle dead, it was his dad and you. until then, you realized, you were always going to die in ever dimension but yours.

no matter how many times, no matter how many dimensions, the universes were working together to stop you and miles from every getting together.

that’s why miles died in yours, you dying in miles, and you dying in this world too. the universes never wanted you two to get together, maybe it was because of the saying:

in every other universe, gwen stacy falls for spiderman.

you were too lost in thought that you didn’t realize miles was knocked out until your spider senses tingled, reflexes making you dodged the incoming punch.

your hood (from your black sweater that you wore over your suit) flipped off, revealing the tight frown and scowl on your face. “what the f— miles…” you whispered the last part, seeing him on the floor.

something was poked into your neck, injecting you with something and forced you to sleep. losing authority over your body, you fell to the ground, unbothered by it.

your body didn’t touch the ground, that’s the thing, someone caught you in time. they cradled you softly in their arms, watching your eyes blink in and out if reality before completely closing.

aaron scoffed at his nephew, “that’s not the [name] you knew, they ain’t yours.” his nephew mumbled a yes, watching you sleep with the beauty you still had when you died.

your fingers were twitching, a small habit that you always had when sleeping. he missed you, he missed you so damn much.

and when he saw your face when your hood flipped over, he felt like he got a second chance to be with you.

but when he looked over at the other miles that was over his uncle’s shoulder, he felt hatred. he didn’t want to risk you to his other counterpart, he didn’t want to lose you, again.

and that was the same feeling 1610 miles felt, he didn’t want to lose you again. and for sure, you felt that way too.

[your-local-simp-writers]

Finding Words

Word Count: 727

Warnings: None

Miles Morales x Fem! Hispanic! Reader ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

(Y/N) had been friends with Miles for quite some time now. Their bond was special, a connection built on shared laughter, inside jokes, and countless moments spent together. Despite their close friendship, there was something unspoken lingering between them, a magnetic pull that neither of them could ignore.

One sunny afternoon, (Y/N) found herself in Miles' room, sitting on the edge of his bed. They were engrossed in a conversation, sharing stories and laughter as the hours ticked by. (Y/N) had always admired Miles' passion and dedication, the way he put others before himself without hesitation. It was a quality that drew her closer to him, making her heart flutter in ways she couldn't fully comprehend.

As they continued talking, (Y/N) couldn't help but bring up her struggle with Spanish. Being Hispanic herself, it had always bothered her that she couldn't speak her native language fluently. Her parents, for reasons unknown, had never prioritized teaching her Spanish. It left her feeling disconnected from her heritage, longing to bridge the gap.

Miles, ever observant, noticed the longing in (Y/N)'s eyes and the slight frown on her face. He knew that he wanted to help her, to make her feel more connected to her roots. With a determined smile, he offered to teach her Spanish, hoping to bring a touch of her culture back into her life.

They sat cross-legged on the floor, a Spanish textbook and a notepad in front of them. Miles patiently guided (Y/N) through basic phrases, pronunciations, and vocabulary. He was surprisingly adept at explaining the intricacies of the language, despite his normally blunt and stone-faced demeanor.

(Y/N) listened attentively, trying her best to mimic the words and phrases. She stumbled over the pronunciations, causing both of them to burst into fits of laughter. It was a lighthearted moment, a testament to their enduring friendship and shared sense of humor.

After a while, Miles paused, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He leaned closer to (Y/N), his voice soft and low. In a hushed tone, he whispered, "Me gustas, (Y/N)." The words rolled off his tongue, his Spanish accent giving them a unique charm.

(Y/N) blinked, her heart skipping a beat. "What did you say?" she asked, her voice filled with curiosity and a hint of nervousness.

Miles chuckled, realizing that he had caught her off guard. She repeated the phrase back to him, "Me gustas," and this time, his eyes locked with hers, brimming with unspoken emotions. He had just confessed his feelings for her in Spanish, hoping that she would understand the depth of his affection.

(Y/N) felt her cheeks flush, a wave of emotions washing over her as it had finally clicked. She took a moment to process what had just transpired. It was a beautiful revelation, one that left her breathless and filled with a mixture of joy and uncertainty. She mustered the courage to speak, her voice soft yet determined.

"I like you too, Miles," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. And with those words, she leaned in and gently pressed a kiss on his cheek, her affection and gratitude mingling in that one tender gesture.

Miles' eyes widened in surprise, a blush spreading across his face. He couldn't contain the joy that swelled within him, knowing that his feelings were reciprocated. He reached up to touch the spot where (Y/N)'s lips had met his skin, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

In that precious moment, they shared a profound connection, transcending language barriers and unlocking a new chapter in their friendship. The room was filled with a sweet, unspoken understanding, as they sat there, basking in the warmth of their feelings for each other.

And as they sat there, side by side, basking in the glow of newfound love, (Y/N) couldn't help but feel grateful for the twists and turns that had led her to this moment. Sometimes, the sweetest surprises were found in the simplest of encounters, and she knew deep in her heart that her journey with Miles was bound to be extraordinary.

[starandcloud]

1610Miles X Y/N platonic Drabble

Y/N: In a fight with a villian and jumps in front of

something about to hit Miles

Miles: Panics

Y/N: Trying not to laugh It looks like I've been impaled

Miles, now trying not to laugh: Y/N, there is a bar of metal stick out of your side

Y/N: You're not gonna barbeque me are ya?

Miles: Absolutely loses it and can barely speak N-No Y/N, yo-ou're not go-gonna be bar-be-qued

[despairots]

could you do a story where miles from earth-42 and our miles are twins and we cant decide which one we like better as we like both of them? you can write the story however you want to!

━━━━━━━━ if i were you, i’d do me.

earth1610! miles morales x gn! hacker! reader x earth42! miles morales. fluff and if you like squint really really hard you’ll find angst. 18 and above please dni, unless your my moot or something… i forgot to change my requests to open but u can send me requests (only abt atsv) just like be patient cuz im daydreaming and shit 🙏

pls ignore the title its nothing suggestive i was braindead and was listening to my saved audios on tiktok this was thw first one on my saved so el oh el 🤕 i gotta keep my writing grind up. keep in mind that earth 1610 miles will keep beinf spiderman and earth 42 will keep being prowler. if y dont know sliver wolf from hsr, switch her up cuz reader is heavily based off of her

this’ll be left on a cliffhanger cuz like idk i just dont wanna make another part and sometimes things are better off with cliffhangers since you guys have creative minds you can come up with your own scenarios

where in a dimension, earth42 and earth1610 miles morales are twins, may look the same but have completely different hairstyles and different personalities also another weird, interesting fact, you’re a sucker for twins, especially them.

interesting fact about you, specifically you, is that you almost got caught by the government when hacking into their system to steal some information.

and of course, them having connections to spiderman, told him to go after this hacker who causes a lot of trouble for the government.

miles morales obviously being under that mask and friends with this hacker who knew that you hated authority (yes, you’re an anarchist), didn’t bother doing anything, probably just telling you to stop messing with them.

on the other hand, his twin bother, myles morales, encourages this behaviour. polar opposites but two cuties, and you, who got roped into romance with them.

“[name], what’d i say about hacking the government?” miles scolded you as you chewed on bubblegum with your feet propped onto your desk, holographic screens in front of you.

“i don’t know, me forgot.” you nonchalantly shrugged, spinning your chair to go back to your screens and swiping left to play the weeknd.

miles spinning you back and placing his arms on your arm rests, too close to your liking.

you smirked with a light scoff, “your brother likes it.” miles rolls his eyes at the mention of him, “i don’t care what he likes.” he snapped back, obviously lying.

miles leaned back with a sigh, “god, what am i gonna do with you?” “maybe get off my ass.” you muttered, not knowing if miles heard that, to which he did.

“i’m sorry, what?”

you jumped at that, quickly shooting your arms up and trying to find excuses, opening your mouth like a fish.

your voice’s overlapped eachother, unable to hear his twin brother opening the door to your room, mask off and everything.

he looked at you who kept stumbling on words.

miles spider sense went off and looked at the entrance, seeing the one guy who encourages your behaviour, “what - what did you tell them?” myles smirked and shrugged.

“i didn’t say anything, bro.” he placed his claws on your bed and sat down on it, “i am not your bro.” miles chuckled and sat down on your bean bag.

“um actually-“

“shut up.”

“cope.” you playfully stuck your tongue out at miles who smiled and rolled his eyes, god you loved his smile. i mean, what?

you don’t love them, boo, you hate them.

“dude, tell [name] that if i don’t catch the ‘hacker’ i’m gonna get my ass kicked.” miles and his brother made eye contact, “i hope you do.” myles replied with a playful tone.

miles threw his hands up, “you guys are actually evil.” you laughed at his comment, “we’re actually vigilantes.” myles pointed out, patting his brother’s shoulder (the bean bag literally beside your bed).

you smiled at the two with light pigment on your cheeks, “i really wanna kiss you guys—“ you paused your sentence with embarrassment, realizing you were saying your thoughts out loud.

the two paused and looked at you, blinking, “eso es adorable, amor—“ “get out.”

“¿qué dijiste, amor?”

“i hate you guys. kill yourselves. espero que te resbales y te caigas en tu próxima misión.” you rolled your eyes and buried your face into your hands as the two twins looked at eachother.

“you don’t mean that, amor.” you groaned at the nickname the two labelled you. it made you want to giggle, twirl your hair and kick your feet like a schoolgirl.

you blushed when you felt an arm sneak around your neck, hugging you against your chair with their head beside your ear, “te gustamos los dos, ¿verdad, amor?”

god, you couldn’t choose between the two.

[name] when they keep getting teased and literally cannot deal with it.

[thwippedingold]

if miles 42 became spider-man like intended then his suit might’ve been more comic-accurate.