#miles 42

[miaabobriha]

Dank spidey memes

[iheartdots]

SIT STILL!

𝙌𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙚-Miles attempts to draw his girlfriend, but you just cant seem to sit still!

“Maaaa cmon please” Miles groans throwing his head back in frustration.

What had all started as a simple hangout at his place has now escalated into you posing like a mermaid on a rock for your sweet, sweet boyfriends art project due at 11:59 pm.

“Miles you know good and well I can’t sit still! Also you’ve been drawing for a good thirty minutes just let me see!” Your neck was burning, your hips were aching, and you were bored out of your mind! The only thing that was keeping you alive was how fine Miles looked while concentrating. But why couldn’t he have picked a better pose!

Miles begs you to keep still as he tries to continue the drawing, because who knew making a live figure sketch could be so difficult. Especially with such a beautiful model in front of him. And the worst part was the boy felt like he just wasn’t doing your face justice!

“Baby please just ten more minuets. It just hard to capture your features you know?”

“Are you saying I’m ugly? That I’m so hideous my face looks exotic?” This is what zero affection and boredom gets you.

“Baby you know that’s not what I meant.”

Annoyed you begin to crawl out of your position, “ I don’t care I’m done.”

“No no ple-“ Miles quickly jumps onto you trying to stop you from moving, but in the grand scheme of things he ends up with his hand on your thigh and far closer to your face than intended.

You get slightly flustered but not looking away you lock eyes with him, and flash the corniest smile known to man.

Miles shakes his head rapidly denying any thoughts that have found their way to your head. “No I need to finish.”

“Just one and I’ll be as still as a stone.”

Miles contemplates before sighing at your eagerness, I mean who could say no to that face? “Fine..”

Just as you heard those magic words your lips crash onto his and enchanting him right then and there. Finally doing what you actually came for. Miles gets taken away and melts into your embrace. He then tilts your head to deepening what you already have. You fall backwards onto his bed as you break the kiss and pepper his face with even more. Soon after he takes his turn peppering your face as well. “Ma- God I love you.” Series of giggles escapes your lips as he suffocates you with delicate kisses.

Miles pulls away and you both lay there breathless at how carried away you both got. Laughter erupts from you again as you turn and see Miles flushed expression.

Miles grunts turning his head to hide his embarrassment. Remembering the art project he sits up spotting where he dropped his sketchbook.

“Wait-“ You call out causing Miles to whip his head in your direction. You then give him a quick peck on the corner of his mouth. He freezes as you then twist right back into your earlier position whilst flashing him a tooth eating grin.

“As still as a stone”

Thank you all so much for the love on my last miles fics! I’m so glad the fandom isn’t done yet .(*￣3￣)╭Anyways I hope you enjoy this lil fic as I have a longer one on the way!

(∩^o^)⊃━☆God bless!

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Images- @lil-liaa

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[xxoxobree]

I’ve been awakened!!!

[bigbawdy-benzz]

Caught Between Two Miles

Pairing: 42!Miles x 1610!Miles x spiderperson!reader

Summary: You hated how miles was being treated by the spider society, you decide to help him and end up in the wrong dimension meeting another miles?

AN: Did I take 4 months to get this out…Yes, is it another part…Yes? are you gonna love it….Also yes . Also Y/N is any race, or body size you want her to be.

It was chaos ever since the chase. You just couldn’t get miles out of your head, the way he looked, scared but confident, determined he was going to save his dad even if the world was collapsing on him. He was misunderstood… and you hated that nobody else saw it.

but you did…you saw him, you were going to help him. He was not going to go through this alone.

You will be there for him.

Even if that means some rules will be broken.

You followed him, you were just as scared yes did you care no but, something went wrong or something or someone routed the jump. Instead of lively Brooklyn, this Brooklyn felt different,heavier. Quieter. The concrete jungle wasn’t the same.

When you landed you looked around, the streets were darker, graffiti over gang tags. You looked even closer around you; it was an insignia that was green and purple.

There’s no Spider-Man…

You gulped, pulling yourself together turning the corner. Someone dropped down behind you with the same face.

“Yo” his voice was smooth and sly, confident but dangerous. “You lost or sumn, mami?”

You were stunned

Same face. same voice

but not him

Miles Morales but not your Miles Morales stood in front of you, wearing a black hoodie, a mask, gold chains glistening around his neck, His 2 braids shaped his jaw line, and that smirk yeah, this wasn’t the sweet awkward Miles you knew.

“I-Uh think I ended up in the wrong universe”, you stutter, backing up.

“Clearly” he scoffs, looking you up and down stepping closer. “But I ain’t complainin’. Not everyday a spider drops into my city lookin’ like that”.

You cross your arms scoffing, “lookin like what?” you say with bass in your voice.

“Like trouble”, he says with a grin, hands in his pockets walking around you. “Oh don’t get offended though ma, the fun kind of trouble”

Your face heats up instantly. “Nah that’s a crazy thing to say”

He tilts his head with a smirk. “And you blushing my mami”.

You kiss your teeth rolling your eyes covering your face with your mask before he can tease you, but you can feel that smirk without even seeing it.

Hours later you’re hanging out with the other Miles… explaining how there is another Miles and you're trying to help him save his dad. how the sides society won’t listen, how you couldn’t sit back and watch them treat him the way they were.

He leans back against the wall, eyes narrowing thoughtfully.

“So doppleganger me is tryin to save his pops, and they won’t let him?”

“Yeah”, you sigh. “They said it’s gonna break the cannon. like it’s not already broken”.

He hums lowly, stepping closer again, voice dropping to a whisper.

“If it were me… I ain’t lettin nobody tell me who to save especially if it’s my pops”.

You smirk , meeting his eyes

“That’s what I told him to do”.

There’s a pause, a long electrifying pause before he smirks again.

“Guess I like the way you think, spider”

As you were biting your lip nervously, you saw a a glowing portal rip open behind you, and steps out your miles, looking hurt, scared, frantic, and jealous all at one time.

“Y/N? He lets out. “What are you doing here and who the hell is he?”

42!miles sighs and leans in with that infatuating smirk.

“Damn, I have competion…I like that”.

You look at 1610!miles

“Uhhh…Surprise!” You sigh

[joolapopola]

Hair Care - Miles G Morales One Shot

holyyyy projection 😬😬😬. This is mostly for my black girlie but literally anyone can enjoy this. Ik this is unbearably cringy so um yeah 🫡

Sitting on the floor, surrounded by snacks, taken out extensions, and a mindless show playing on your MacBook as you and Miles worked through your hair. The other day, you claimed you missed your natural hair, so Miles offered to help you take out your boho braids, wash and do your hair. You knew he was trying to practice some styles so you accepted. After a lot of pleading and begging, you both convinced your parents to do a sleepover at Miles’ house as long as Ms. Morales watched over you both. So here you were, in one of Miles’ sweatshirts, dried gel flakes falling onto your lap, and the leftover breakfast Rio had made for you guys, forgotten on a cluttered desk.

“Mmm…How much is left in the back?” Your arms were tired; you’d been at it since early morning, and it was now 11:28.

Miles’s hands carefully rumaged through your hair, and you could hear him silently counting the rest of the braids. “Treinta…treinta y dos…treinta y cinco…About 38 braids left.”

You threw your head back in exasperation. “Are you kidding me right now?”

He laughed. “You’re the one who chose the extra-small knotless braids. No one forced you to do that.”

A grumble left your lips. “Shut up. I wanted to look cute.”

Miles rolled his eyes while playfully ruffling the hair that was already taken out. “You look cute with your hair in braids or out. Now, keep going. I still have to wash your hair.”

With a groan, you went back to working, using a wide-toothed comb to unwind each braid and take the extensions out. You were a little insecure about your hair. It wasn’t damaged or anything like that. Sometimes you just wish you had a looser curl pattern, as you see with other girls on TikTok. Maybe if you didn’t have type 4 hair, it would be longer. Luckily, you peeped some new growth, so hopefully that would show when you finished taking it all out.

After a few more hours, with a little help from Rio, who came to give you both lunch but ended up staying a while longer to tease Miles and take out some of your hair, you finally finished. Quickly, you stood up and stretched your limbs, which were aching from sitting in the same position for such a long time. As you were stretching, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Your hair was now in a frizzy afro-like state, and your sweatshirt was covered in white flakes. Slowly, your hand reached up to tug a piece of your hair down to check the length. It stretched a little past your collarbone, but still not as long as you wanted it. Thoughts started to swirl throughout your brain.

It’s not long enough …

No one is going to like how it looks…

Maybe you should straighten it?

Your hair isn't pretty.

Miles walked back into the room with a box filled with hair products and tools. He saw you standing in front of the mirror, hands in your hair, eyes blanked out. He nudged you with his foot, jolting you back to reality. “Oye, you good?” You could hear the concern in his voice.

Quickly, you shook your head as if the action could shake your self-deprecating thoughts away. “Yeah…yeah, I’m good. Just tired…”

Miles raised his eyebrow as if he didn’t believe you, but chose not to say anything. “Aight…whatever you say.”

The bath was already running, and you could see the mirror fogging up from the rising steam. One stool was already set up on the ground, and Miles placed the box he was holding down into the sink. Slowly, you took off the sweatshirt Miles gave you, leaving you in a black tank top and plaid pajama pants. Miles ushered you to sit on the ground before sitting on the stool himself with a brush. He picked up the shower head and flicked it on before gently lowering your head against the edge of the bathtub.

Warm water caressed your scalp as Miles’s hands tenderly started to massage your hair. A wave of tranquility washed over your body as your hair started to feel heavier and heavier. It felt like heaven, you haven’t had a good hair massage in forever. Miles started to work shampoo into your hair, being extremely careful not to cause any breakage.

“You know, your hair is very beautiful.” Miles quietly commented while rinsing out the shampoo in your hair.

You smiled grimly. “I mean, yeah, I guess, but it’s damaged…”

“Well, it’s still beautiful.” He grumbled under his breath before adding conditioner to your hair.

Now and then, he’d pat your arm to make sure you were doing alright, or if he was being too rough on your head. You shook your head each time, not wanting to be a bother. Once the final rinse was done, Miles stood up before grabbing your arm so you could stand up too. You gingerly rubbed your neck because it was a bit cramped from being against the edge.

You both walked back into Miles’s room, a towel around your neck as you sat down in a chair. You pulled out your phone to scroll through Pinterest and searched for a style that would last you a few weeks. A few things came up, mini twists, mini braids, cornrows, or just a plain afro, but none of them really spoke to you. The mini twists would probably turn out short due to shrinkage. You didn’t think your hair was thick enough for mini braids, and you didn’t want a boneless afro.

Miles looked over your shoulder to take a peek at your phone. “I think this would look good on you,” he pointed to a picture of a girl with six cornrows in the front and two buns in the back.

You frowned slightly, fidgeting with your damp hair while staring at the style. “I don’t know…I don’t think my hair is long enough for that one.”

Miles tilted his head at you in confusion. “What do you mean? Your hair is healthy and past your shoulders…”

A sigh left your lips as you turned your phone off and put it down before staring at yourself in the mirror in front of you. Your hair was now shrunken up to your chin, coils sticking to your upper neck, not even touching your shoulders anymore. You couldn’t really explain how you felt to him. It wasn’t like you hated your hair or anything like that; you just wished it were longer.

Miles saw the contemplative expression on your face and took your chin into his hands.

“Hey, look at me. There is nothing wrong with your hair, it’s beautiful just like you.” He pressed a soft kiss against your cheek before tilting your head to face the mirror in front of you. “If anyone says there’s a problem with your hair, then ignore them. They’re probably just jealous of you.”

You nodded your head slightly while staring at yourself. You still felt insecure about it, but Miles made you feel a lot better than before.

“Thanks, Miles…for all of that. It means a lot.”

“No hay de qué, cariño.” Miles pressed two more kisses onto your face, one on the opposite cheek and another on your forehead.

I hope you enjoyed and this is low-key my first one shot from a whileeee ago. Duke is up next thank you so much for da support 🥹🥹🥹

[ponpasta]

takes a break from drawing miles to draw miles

[kira-kiar]

After a mission...

... and that was Miles' bisexual awakening, i think.

[levionok]

barbie movie aftermath Miles’ POV [🔈]