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⁶ ₆ HER WAY 𓏲࣪ . 𓂃 🌷
𖦹 pairing: earth42! miles morales x reader
𖦹 summary: when you're not hanging out with the one and only miles morales then you're busy texting him instead.
𖦹 author's note: first post sorry if it's bad 😭😭
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scenarios without images ↓ (I reached my limit on images LMAOO)
he only has snapchat to text his friends, uncle aaron, and you.
if you guys have snapstreak best believe he's gonna send you random snaps throughout the day.
got mad when you accidentally lost your guys 200+ snapstreak. don't worry though you two soon regained the streak and surpassed it.
he also has instagram so he can like your posts.
if you have something written in the notes section he'll always find someway to reply to it even if it's just a song.
you tag him and only him in your Instagram posts and pin his comment.
he has one post and it was about you.
@ milesmorales commented on your post
“my girl 🫶🏿”
he sends you videos on tiktok because he finds clicking on links too much work.
you forced him to do the lipstick trend where you leave kiss marks all over his face.
if he's not sending you a tiktok he'll tag you in the comment section
don't get me started on this man and winning against you in iMessage games 😭
ESPECIALLY THE BASKETBALL ONE. he swears he's better than all the NBA players.
he'll send you voicenotes if he's too lazy to type. sometimes you can't listen to them because you're out in public so you make him type it out (he'll complain but would still do it for you)
FaceTimes you whenever. don't expect a warning from him once you hear your phone ringing you better pick up.
he'll text you as soon as he's off his prowler business
if he ever gets grounded he'll ever just show up at your home or he'll text you on his laptop.
one time he lost his laptop and had to text you through his tv. it took me 5 minutes to type down one sentence
miles 💋
inaminit
yourcontactname
it took you 5 mins to type that
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⁶ ₆ HER WAY 𓏲࣪ . 𓂃 🌷 OR THE HIGHWAY
𖦹 pairing: earth42!miles morales x reader
𖦹 summary: if miles isn't doing prowler business, helping out at home, or hanging out at you then he's busy texting you instead. pt 2 of HER WAY click here for pt 3
𖦹 author's note: HIII I'm planning to make a discord server for atsv fans between the ages of 13-16 if you wanna apply click on this post :))
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⁶ ₆ HER WAY 𓏲࣪ . 𓂃 pt 3 🌷
𖦹 pairing: earth42! miles morales x reader
𖦹 summary: when you're not hanging out with the one and only miles morales then you're busy texting him instead.
𖦹 author's note: waddup y'all if you wanna join a discord server I'm making for atsv fans comment on this post 👩🎤
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⁶ ₆ HER WAY 𓏲࣪ . 𓂃 pt 4🌷
𖦹 pairing: earth42! miles morales x reader
𖦹 summary: when you're not hanging out with the one and only miles morales then you're busy texting him instead.
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𖦹 author's note: hi guys if you wanna join my discord serve for atsv fans comment on this post 😜
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⁶ ₆ HER WAY 𓏲࣪ . 𓂃 pt 5 🌷
𖦹 pairing: earth42! miles morales x reader
𖦹 summary: when you're not hanging out with the one and only miles morales then you're busy texting him instead.
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𖦹 author's note: waddup yawl sorry for the wait I'm on vacation rn 😝
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⁶ ₆ HER WAY 𓏲࣪ . 𓂃 PT 6 🌷
𖦹 pairing: earth42! miles morales x reader
𖦹 summary: when you're not hanging out with the one and only miles morales then you're busy texting him instead.
𖦹 author's note: please DO NOT repost my work on tiktok or any other app without my permission cause I already had to deal with one person doing it 🫡
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if you're 13-16 and wanna join an atsv server click here !!
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⁶ ₆ HER WAY 𓏲࣪ . PT 7𓂃 🌷
𖦹 pairing: earth42! miles morales x reader
𖦹 summary: when you're not hanging out with the one and only miles morales then you're busy texting him instead.
𖦹 author's note: reminder to not repost any of these on any other apps without my permission 😝😝 also most of these are just extra parts that I couldn't fit in previous ones, sorry if it looks rushed!!
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⁶ ₆ HER WAY 𓏲࣪ . pt 8 𓂃 🌷
𖦹 pairing: earth42! miles morales x reader
𖦹 summary: when you're not hanging out with the one and only miles morales then you're busy texting him instead.
𖦹 author's note : mb for the wait guys I lost all my motivation 🫡
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⁶ ₆ HER WAY 𓏲࣪ . 𓂃 🌷 OR THE HIGHWAY pt 9
𖦹 pairing: earth42!miles morales x reader
𖦹 summary: if miles isn't doing prowler business, helping out at home, or hanging out at you then he's busy texting you instead.
𖦹 author's note: um hi it's been forever since I updated but it is what it is 😇😇 (my atsv phase lasted 2 months then died) but who wants a life update 😯
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.ıllıllı please do not steal, translate or repost my work on other apps.
art work in header made by koscribbls on instagram.
I literally SQUEALED when I saw this. Thank you for the feeding 🤭🙏
Trust Don’t Work (Earth 42! Miles x black! fem reader)
Earth 42 miles finna make me act up hes so damn fine
AND I THINK HE MY AGE!!!
don’t y’all just love thug livin?
on my tupac type beat
Warnings: kinda toxic relationship, mentions of blood and killing
From what you knew, Miles Morales was a hard working guy. Always around doing God knows what  as he barely has time for anything else, other than his work. The time that you get to spend with your boyfriend is very limited throughout the day, whether it be short-lived dinners when he comes home, or his lips on yours as he’s about to walk out the door and go back to work.
When you first asked Miles about what kind of work he does that has him out and about all day, he told you, “Don’t worry about that mami, just worry about getting your pretty little nails done.”
And that’s exactly what you did. If Miles didn’t want you worrying about what he did for work, then you thought that you should respect his privacy and his wishes. However, respecting his wishes became difficult when he began coming home in the middle of the night with specs of blood on his jackets and shirts.
Lord knows you would stay up late until Miles finally came home, and when you would try to talk to him, his response would always be “Don’t worry about it ma.”
“What the hell is this... Jesus, Miles are you bleeding? Who did this to you? Did you get in a fight? Miles talk to me-”
“Yo, didn’t I say you don’t gotta worry about it? Dios mío I’m fine ma, now take yo ass to bed,” he said in annoyance whilst walking past you.
It was becoming an ongoing cycle of you questioning Miles every night when he came home and him brushing it off like it was nothing. That was until one day, Miles came home days after he left. He didn’t call, he didn’t text, he didn’t even leave you a note telling you he would be gone for a while.
The first time he left for a couple of days, you almost had a panic attack. For all you knew he was dead already. Thoughts of him being found dead somewhere on the streets plagued your mind, sending you into a frenzy of calling him and texting him, desperately needing to hear his voice. It wasn’t until he came home two days later to see you angry crying when he apologized for scaring you so bad. 
“Mami, you gotta understand it was a stupid mistake. I was out on business for a couple days, and I forgot to tell you. Por favor, I’m sorry. I ain’t mean to scare you like this Ma.”
Learning his lesson, whenever he had to go for a couple days he left you a note on your refrigerator, saying that he would be gone and not to worry about him. This is when you really began to want answers as to what your boyfriend was doing. There was no way he was working no 9 to 5 and being gone for three days. You needed an explanation as to what was going on. 
You chose to try asking Miles what he did for work once again. You sat him down and tried having a one on one conversation with him, slowly leading him up to the big question you wanted to ask. When you had finally asked it, Miles seemed upset with you. He had told you multiple times not to worry about what he did because as long as it paid the bills, you shouldn’t have to worry about what he does. 
“Miles, you come home with blood on you and I don’t see you for three days and you expect me not to ask you these questions? Do you think I’m fucking stupid? You want this relationship to work, you need to put in the fucking work. I need you to tell me the truth,” you said as you paced around your apartment.
What you wanted to be a calm conversation had quickly turned into an argument between the two of you. At this point, it wasn’t even about what Miles did for work, it was about the fact that he was lying straight to your face 24/7. 
“What happened to you saying that a relationship needs boundaries? What, now that I have my boundaries set straight you wanna cross them?” he asked. “If I don’t want you to know what I do for work, then that should be that! You trying to press me to say something that I don’t feel needs to be said, is crossing my boundaries!”
Arguments, like these became frequent; the longer his lie went on, the more your trust for him began to crumble. The more you tried to question him, the more walls he put up between the both of you. It wasn’t until one morning when you turn on channel 2 news to see none other than New York City’s newest vigilante in the limelight.
He had a mask on so you couldn’t see his true face, but cascading down from his head you recognized those two long frizzy braids anywhere,
“Oh my God…”
It was like your whole world was falling apart — the man you loved, was out in the world killing people. Though yes, these people were terrible people who were wreaking havoc upon New York City, that still didn’t change the fact that your boyfriend, Miles Morales, was killing people.
Your breathing began to pick up, your eyes searching the room frantically for something, anything to make this horrible feeling go away. You gripped the edge of the couch, shaking your head, praying a mantra of denial and trying to convince yourself that this wasn’t real.
“No… no no no no no this can’t be real- this can’t be happening, no it’s not him.”
When Miles came home the next day, you couldn’t even look at him. You knew. You knew what he was doing for “work,” that he was killing people and making deals with others. It wasn’t until a few weeks later that Miles realized you were acting strange toward him.
“Mami? Mami ¿qué tal? You’re acting weird,” he said as he sat next to you on the couch, nudging you. You had both legs up with your hands wrapped around your knees; almost like you were cradling yourself.
“I’m fine baby.. just a little tired,” you tried getting up from the couch, not wanting to be near him now that you were fully aware of what he was doing. You didn’t know how to feel about him anymore.
Miles pulled you back down to the couch by your shoulders as he said, “Nuh-uh, hàblame. I’m not just gonna let you get up and leave me without talking about this first-“
“Who said I was gonna leave you? Huh? Is that what you think Miles, that I’m gonna leave you-” you questioned him with your eyes wide open looking at him. He looked at you, surprised by your small outburst.
“What? N-no mi amor I meant leave the couch.. are you good you’ve been acting like this for a while now?”
It was happening. You know you would have to tell him that you found out what he was doing, but you just didn’t think it would have to be so soon.
“I know what you’re doing.”
“Huh-? Baby what are you talking abo-”
“I know you’re the vigilante on the news. I know it’s you Miles, I seen the braids on his head so don’t even try to deny it!”
Miles slowly took his hand off your shoulder, surprised at what you just told him. Jesus Christ how could you have guessed just by the braids on his head?
“Okay… you know… what do you want me to say about that?” he said, careful not to tread too close to your emotions.
“I want you to tell me why,” you said, putting your head in your hands trying so hard not to let the tears flow. Miles could hear the way your voice cracked as you tried to get the right words out. “Why are you doing this?”
“I’m doing it for you Ma-“
“No you’re not, cause I ain’t never ask for you to go leave this house and kill people! I never asked for that shit man!”
Miles sat there, bewildered. Just looking at you and your convulsing body as you were full out sobbing into your hands. He couldn’t think of what to say. Nothing would fix this, nor what he had done. You were right, we was a killer. But he had always tried his best to keep that side of him private. All he wanted was to protect you from the ugly side of his life. If he had openly told you he was the Prowler, a target would be instantaneously attached to your back.
Just as he was about to open his mouth to say something, his phone rang in his pocket. He slowly sat up to grab it and tell the person calling that now was not the time. But when he heard his uncle Aaron telling him he needed him outside to complete unfinished business, he had no clue what to say in the moment. After a few silent beats and a sigh, he quietly agreed over the phone to meet up with him.
You turned your head to the side to see miles ending the phone call. He turned to look at you, head scrambling to find an excuse to tell you he needed to go in the middle of an argument.
You turned your head back into your hands as you told him with no emotion evident in your voice,
“Just get out man…”
ooooooooo milessssssssss
lol this was fun y’all!
I love Miles G. so imma be sure to write smth more light hearted for the next one
Idk if he’s a lil OOC but we don’t really even know what his character personality is yet
y’all I don’t speak spanish, so for the little spanish I put in here I hope I ain’t screw it up 😭
and if I did, feel free to tell me!!!
This is the one! ☝️the last line ATE!🍴
Let's Play a Little Game
Post! Spiderman Across the Spiderverse
Obsessive!Prowler!Miles Morales x Spidergirl!Reader
Authors note: THIS READER IS 15. A CHILD. THERE IS NO SMUT. NADA, ZIP, NOTHING. I WILL NOT BE SPICY WRITING A SINGLE THING FOR ANYTHING INVOLVING MILES MORALES.
You’d fought villains twice your size. A crazy octopus with metal tentacles, a man double your size, covered in black spots. Petty criminals brandishing jagged knives. But why was this one so different? He was no different was he?
He was gruff. His body was always rigid, his words were sharp. His eyes were sharp. But the one thing you took notice, how manipulative he was. How he could weasel into the mind, into the minds of men twice his age who did his most dirty work.
You had to pretend. Pretend his syrupy sweet words were true till your hero came. Your lovebug.
His eyes cut to yours as the record scratched to silence in the hideout. Your eyes crack open, he now crouched in front of you. His braids fell to the side. You braided them for him last night. It was the most vulnerable you’d ever seen him. His head lay back on your legs as you massaged his scalp. And for a moment your mind went dark as you held the thin sharp rat tooth comb.
One drive straight to the throat was all it took, then you could be free. But then he opened his eyes. And you couldn’t. Because even if he wasn’t your lovebug. He was an exact copy of him. You were in his world, if his men found it was you that took their leader out they would hunt you down.
He stared in your eyes as if daring you, testing your new freedom. And so you carefully parted his hair down the middle. That night you passed the first test.
And now as your sleepy eyes look into his, you remember it’s time. Time for another song and dance. Of playing the part. Another test.
“Sleepy mi vida?”
You can’t bring yourself to speak up and offer him a tired nod as you curl more into the nook of the couch, the bright knitted blanket stands out like a sore thumb, as do you in all your brightness. A reminder how far from home you are.
“A little bit.” your voice is scratchy, you must have slept for an hour at best. The sun was diving into the horizon painting the sky a beautiful mix of oranges and yellows. You sit up stretching your arms above your head and scooch your body forward.
“Nah, take your time amor. Didn’t mean to wake you up” his knuckles stroke down to rest under your chin and his thumb to gently pinch it as he looks up at you with that love sick gaze. He leans forward and you know to meet him halfway and press your lips to his.
He moves back enough to whisper against your lips, “suit up in five, we got business to handle.”
And as he stands to walk to the old player. A soft beat fills the room, your veins as you force yourself to stand. To fight. Your movements are second hand as you don the suit behind a hung up white sheet. You don’t call it yours, Because it's not. Yours is back home. Here he’s created you a new one.
You step out from behind the sheet and in his eyes he drinks you in as you adjust your web shooters.
And in some sick way, maybe you had survived in this universe. Had you been bitten? This would have been your suit. It was solid black with black webbings along the thighs and pink in the inner parts of the hood along with your jordans which you go to kneel and tie up but he stops you. He kneels before you and ties them. And just as he gazes up at you, you pull your mask down.
This is what keeps you sane. Because here you're free to sneer down at him as he looks up at you. He wears his own suit now. You hold your hand to him and he wraps his around you and pulls himself up, his hand is quick to reach and snake around you, pulling you flushed against him.
“Deadly and beautiful. The perfect mix” he whispers leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead as he taps the side of his mask to conceal his face.
He watches you as you leap from the building and sends your webbing to a building swinging your body to kneel on top of a light pole. You look up and catch his nod as he moves forward. And you follow. Swinging languidly.
You realize now as you swing into the dead of night why he’s unlike the villains, the criminals, the mad scientists. Because as he runs alongside you. As he leads you both into the night. His reflection dancing off the glass of a building. As he looks at you. For a moment you think that’s Miles, your Miles, your lovebug. But it’s not.
Instead, you look into the eyes of Miles, the prowler. Harbored on earth-42.
And it scares you, because as much as you fight each day, deep down. Somewhere in the dark parts of your heart. Your heart flutters, feels warm for a moment when he holds your gaze, and flashes you that smile.
And you beg for Miles, Gwen, Miguel, Hobie, anyone to find you. Because you fear that somewhere along the line, you’re no longer going to be pretending.
That you failed the ultimate test of love.
If I was miles in this scene i would be cackling cause why you tryna be intimidating but you doing all that knowing that we look the same.
Like could you take your self serious in this situation, it looks like he’s trying to rizz himself up💀
Y’all need to go watch Karl Asmr vid on miles42. Its soo good it had me giggling and fangirling so bad🙈 the outro the best part