Miles Morales Earth 42 - Tumblr Posts

People hate on her so much, even though the decisions she made were decided by Miguel. AND SHES LIKE 15!! It’s scary to disobey an adult, especially in a ‘society’ that she is in, she could’ve gotten kicked out. And that’s where she felt accepted, she didn’t wanna get kicked out.

Stop hating my baby Gwen 😡😡

I HOPE THEY HAVE A PART 2

That Ain't Me || Miles Morales

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Summary: Miles thought that he was finally safe, now that he's with you and far away from Miguel and danger. But what he didn't know, was you weren't you. Atleast not the same one from his universe.

Warning: Angst!, mentions of self-harm.

A sudden knock on the base of your window disturbed your exams were coming fast, and as much as how you'd love to rely on your stock knowledge and sleep, you just couldn't. There was this gut feeling telling you that if you'll rely once more to your brain, you'll shut down. So here you were, sleepy, and studying your brains out at two am.

You looked around your room, suddenly scared, when you landed on the window and saw the perpetrator. It was Miles. You smiled.

“Hey Miles—!” you greeted, but it seems he's troubled. The bubbly welcome you used to do to greet your boyfriend did nothing to him now when he entered your room through the window. He didn't even look at you. An unnoticeable pang of hurt bloomed inside your heart, but you dismissed it as you approached him.

“What's wrong, baby?” you asked, a sudden bubble of worry building inside your stomach. As far as you knew Miles, he'd always kiss you when he's in your perimeter. It was like, his golden rule. Something must be up if he forgot it. He pants, somewhat too deep into his thoughts that he didn't know you were talking. “They—they think I'm a mistake.” he gasped, his stature weak and shaken. You forrow your brows.

Who would dare talk to him like that?

You hold his hands, lending whatever comfort you can. “Quien, mi querido?” (Who, my dear?) And he looks at you, with eyes that witnessed mayhem and betrayal. Miles clutches both your hands, too much that you flinched at the contact. He doesn't notice that too. “Miguel just wants me to stand by and let my dad—let my dad die!” a punch to the gut. That was what he said.

But Miguel? Who was Miguel, you wanted to ask. Is it a rich guy he's dealing at the moment? But all that managed to escape you was a ‘What?’, too shocked to what he was talking about, and too hurt of his grip over you.

“Right?” he croaked, now finding his mind through as he turned back and forth to the small space of your room. You stood there, like what infront of you was a sight to be admired. “I need to— i need to find somehow find a way to save—” he stopped, the small connecting rhythm of the both of your breaths more alert than ever, but never syncing.

You looked at him, scared and worried all the same. ”I mean, what do you mean, bebito?” you approached, hands slowly finding way to his arms, to stop them from digging through his hair. His...curly hair. When did he take out his braids?

He was panicking, his words jumbled together and the pattern of his breathing was between of too fast or nothing at all. You're scared for him. Miles was having a full blown panic attack. He looked disheveled, his face are full of bruises and his eyes were full of horror and hurt. Who hurt him? Looking at him like this didn't make you feel any better, and you were seconds away from crumbling with him.

God.

Was he having those nightmares again? After a year of battling them off, were they coming back? “Baby...” you begged, your voice a second away from synchronizing with him. You were tied together. Perhaps too tied. You felt like that version of you again, begging Miles to stop hurting himself.

He's hurting himself now.

You closed your eyes, trying so hard to stay calm for the both of you.“Your—” you coughed, and along it a single tear escaped you eye. Miles, like realizing something, begins to suddenly pay attention to you, and to your room. His eyes begs for an answer as it scurried and ate every detail. A very different detail to what he's used to. “Your papi has been dead for—”

You couldn't finish that sentence. Not when the phone on your table buzzed and rang through the crevices of the room. Taking in the silent moment, you looked at your boyfriend, urging him to say something, but he doesn't. He just stands there. Alert and... scared?

You approach your table and pick up the phone on it, managing to catch a glimpse of the Tag Name. Your eyes widened. ‘My love (´ε｀ )’ it said, the bold font of it shining bright and waiting.

What? Your love was infront of you. You look up at him, confused and unmoving. Why was he calling? Did Miles got his phone stolen? Was he robbed, is that why he's here looking all beatin up?

Hesitantly, you answered. “...Hello?”

The silence blankets around the room, and the only evidence that time ever moved was your breathing, and the way Miles’ shoulders moved up and down. The silent ringing of the phone buzzed more, and the radiation of your screen splattered lights to your dark room, illumining your state. Miles had a great view of you.

The other line ruffles, and after that, a little silence followed before a voice. “That boy infron’a you ain't me.” after that, the person on the other line hungs up.

That was Miles voice. Miles Morales. Your boyfriend.

You look at the Miles infront of you. He does the same, his bright beautiful brown eyes looking at you with nothing but betrayal on its residence. His lips quivering and his stance suddenly defensive. What sick prank was this? What was happening? If the Miles wasn't the Miles on the phone, then who's on the phone? If the Miles infront of you isn't Miles, then who was the person in front of you?

A heart and a comment won't hurt, and definitely not a reblog (≧▽≦) (Requests are open!)

could you do like a bookworm kinda quiet reader with E42 Miles?????

I Always Got You, Got That?

Characters: E42!Miles Morales x Fem!reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Going on an impromptu bookstore shopping run. (Requested) Thanks for the request sweets 🖤

Warning: none :)

While sipping your coffee, you continued to walk throughout the mall when you spotted the bookstore. It was practically calling your name but you didn’t have enough money and you already took too much from Miles.

You weren’t exactly sure about what his job actually is, but he made a lot of money from doing that. So realistically he wouldn’t have a problem with you asking but you didn’t wanna seem like some gold-digger. Your mama raised you better than that.

“You wanna go in there?” Miles asked you. He caught you eyeing the place but was confused as to why you didn’t go in.

“Oh, no. We don’t have to go on and it’s probably boring for you,” you answer and turn back around.

“Nah, nah.” He takes your hand and starts pulling you into the store. “If you wanna go in, then go in. And don't worry about the price, you know I always got you.”

“But you already spent a lot on me,” you argue. And he has. Last week, he took you on a date to a fancy restaurant and the week before that a concert to see your favorite artist. Both of those were extremely expensive and you felt guilty about it when you searched up the prices.

“Because as my girlfriend, you deserve to be spoiled. It’s how I show my love.” He gives you a playful pout and comes closer to you, “Are you gonna stop me from showing you how much I love you?”

“Of course not,” you're quick to say.

He gives you a smirk, “Good.” He drags you into the store, “Now shop to your heart’s desire, okay?”

You nod and go deeper into the store. You pick up some books that caught your eye and put them back because they didn’t interest you as much as the others. You weren’t that greedy.

Little did you know Miles was behind you and picking the books back up to buy them. He watched as you went around the store, going into different sections; YA, Fantasy, Sci-Fi, Romance, etc.

Miles loved seeing you smile as your fingers glided on the book spines, he loved the way your eyes lit up as they read the summary of the book. He loved how you talked so passionately about the books you’ve read and are planning to read. The ones you loved with all of your heart and the ones you hate with every fiber of your being.

You turned around to see Miles carrying a stack of books that pales in comparison to the ones you have in your hand. When you looked closer, it was every book that you liked but put back.

“Miles…” you narrow your eyes at him and walk back to meet up with him. “Why are you picking up these books? I didn’t take you for a fan of romance.”

“1, don’t put me into a box and 2, you can’t carry all these books so I’m carrying them for you. That’s why you put them back because they were getting heavy,” he explains and lies without any shame knowing damn well that’s not the reason.

“Now Miles.” You say and stare up at the ceiling to combat the incoming headache. He doesn’t have to keep spending all this money on you.

“Hey.” Miles called out to you and lifted your head by your chin to meet his eyes. “Listen I told you this before and I will tell this until you get it through that pretty little head of yours, hermosa. My money is yours, okay. You need something you got, you want something you got. I’ve always got you, got that?”

He was being so intense about this which was unusual for him since he’s probably the most nonchalant guy you knew. You suspected there was more to this issue, but you decided not to push it. With being a nonchalant, Miles is also not the most emotionally vulnerable person in the world.

You give him a smile, “Okay then, don’t come crying when I drain your bank account.” You turn to continue shopping, being more liberal in your choosing. And where do you put all the books you pick up? Right in Miles’ hand.

He chuckles at your response and carries the mounting books with ease, “Trust, you won’t hear a peep outta me.”

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e42 miles reaction to his gf calling him bro?

I LOVE THIS PROMPT OMG

NOT YOUR BRO ✮ e!42 miles x fem reader

You and Miles were in the kitchen helping Rio cook dinner. Halfway through making dinner, Rio had to make an emergency stop at the grocery store, claiming that she’d forgotten the most crucial ingredient in the recipe. 

“You kids stay here and finish up dinner while I go grab the onions,” She said, quickly taking off her apron and grabbing her purse.

“Mami I’ll go, it’s not safe out there right now,” Miles interjected.

Rio shook him off, “It’s just across the street Mijo, you stay here and help y/n with dinner,” And with that, Rio was gone.

A comfortable silence fell upon the kitchen as you and Miles continued to make dinner, that was until Miles began to cut the tomatoes…

“Bro what are you doing! You’re gonna cut yourself!” You cried, quickly grabbing the knife from Miles’ hand. “That’s not how you hold a knife Miles, you have to grip it tighter,” You scolded, before demonstrating to him how to cut the tomatoes.

Miles stared at you blankly, not even paying attention to what you were saying, “Hey are you even listening to me right now Miles?” You asked annoyed.

“What’d you call me earlier?” Miles asked completely ignoring your question.

“Miles that’s not important right now I’m trying to teach-”

Miles began to walk towards you until your back was to the kitchen counter, he was towering over you. You looked up at him with concerned eyes.

“What was it that you called me earlier huh? Your bro?” Miles leaned in closer, your faces only a few inches apart, “I’m not your bro y/n.”

You stayed silent, not knowing what to say to Miles’ sudden outburst. He chuckled, “Wow baby, now you decide to be silent, huh?” 

“Tell me what I am y/n.”

“Y-You’re my boyfriend Miles.” 

“Now that wasn’t so hard to say, was it? I better not catch you calling me bro again ma,” He said before leaning in for a kiss.

Suddenly the apartment door busted open and in came Rio, “MILES COME HELP ME WITH THE GROCERIES.”

a/n: i hope this was good!! feel free to request me shit

check out my new page if you guys are interested in miles morales or more animated character fics! <3 (ill still be posting on this acc dw)

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warnings: cursing, angst

A/N: welcome to my new bloggg i hope you guys enjoy this little drabble, lmk if you did!

sometimes, you went out of your way to annoy your boyfriend. and today happened to be one of those days.

your boyfriend, miles, was seated at his desk, playing fortnite with a few of his friends. he had invited you over but ultimately chose a game over you. or thats how it felt at least.

so you decided to mess with him a little. you had found this tiktok sound where it was this guy pretending to be another man on call. putting your phone on full volume, you begin to act out your scheme.

ring

ring

ring

“hello?” you pretend to speak into the phone. the ‘guy’ on the other side of the phone had asked how you were to which you ‘responded.’

at this point, miles’ head set had been pulled back, and he lost his grip on his controller so he could listen into this conversation upon hearing another male’s voice. he spun his chair around and mouthed to you ‘who’s that?’ to which you responded by placing your hand up to his face.

miles watched as you rose from your place on his bed. ‘i’m tryna see you, come over’ the guy from the tiktok said. you knew miles heard this. you slightly turned your head over your shoulder to see miles sitting there with his eyebrows raised and jaw clenched.

“alright, i just needa get outta here first—”

“the hell?” miles finally spoke upon hearing this. he rose from his seat and walked over to you. “shit, gotta go!” you say into the phone, still trying to play your part but miles had quickly snatched it up.

“who the fuck—”

miles studied your screen. he didn’t know what he was expecting but it wasn’t some random on tiktok’s video replaying with the same dialogue you had been responding to.

“you fuckin’ with me?” miles asked to which you burst out into fits of laughter. miles only sucked his teeth in annoyance before plopping down on his bed, arms crossed against his chest.

“okay, okay, m’ sorry baby.” your laughter calmed down as you crawled on to the bed to console your now angry boyfriend. you straddled his waist and cupped his face with both of your hands. “you mad?” you ask while peppering light kisses across his face.

“hell yeah, got me thinkin’ you were fuckin’ with someone else.” he huffs out, but reluctantly he circled his arms around your waste to bring you closer.

“don’t do that shit again, princesa.” he mumbled while playing with the hem of your shirt.

you only nodded before bringing your lips up to his to give him an apologetic kiss to which he happily accepted.

“nah for real, never do that again.”