REAL

real

me when ao3 is down so I'm forced to go to bed early and have a good 8 hours of sleep before going back to work tomorrow instead of burning my retina on my screen phone reading about the same guys falling in love over and over until 3 am

I GOT THE CLEAREST IMAGE IN MY HEAD 😭

Y’all are probably tired of me talking about Caribbean culture but Miles is literally from New York😭😭😭 he was eating a beef patty 🤣 I need more.

Miles G listens to dancehall and he has a waistline. Yes he does I’m not hearing it.

As twins they be listening to dancehall together Wild out by Rajah wild is their jam!

Curry chicken is their fav.

Uncle Aaron listens to old school reggae too and he puts it on and be doing that lil bop all the uncles do 🤣 iykyk. Too experienced- Barrington Levy is is song

Miles likes more of the old school reggae.

Miles G can understand some Caribbean slang.

Miles G be cutting up at parties with his friends and the girls loveeee it! They be standing in line to dance with him.

When the twins have dance parties and play and play a Riddim Milo is the MC. Whiles Miles is daggerin a pillow 🤣.

“Every man to a bloodclat gyal! Every man to a bumbooo!!!! PULLL UPPPP!!”

Miles does the Rasta muggle in a circle dance thingy 😂 probably only me understood that.

This is what I mean Minus the phones 🤣 :

I’ll scream sob cry get down on all fours like Miguel chasing Miles I will do anything to prevent this.

Yall im sick—

OH LORD

HAVE YOU SEEN PUNK MIGUEL?????????

Cr: @bumbleboots_art on IG (u need to check her out her art is amazing)

I agree 😭 I might sob tho

i can't wait for the day we all find out more about earth42 miles.

like... what if we've all made a huge fool of ourselves?? what if he's actually NOTHING like how y'all write him?

what if he's EXACTLY like 1610 miles personality wise and we only saw him being cold and stern at that moment bc there was literally another version of him in his universe and he just had his guard up ?? lord i can't wait to find out!!

oh my god. oh. my god.

‘Me & My Broken Heart’

Miguel O’Hara x Teen Spider-Woman Reader

Spider-Woman goes by - ‘Dulce’ means ‘sweet’ in Spanish.

Summary: Miguel finds a daughter in you.

Warnings: FLUFF. period. It’s very short but it’s cute

“All I need is a little love in my life... all I need is a little love in the daaaaaark... A little but I'm hoping it might kick start... Me and my broken heart... nah nuh nah nuh na na na..”

Miguel typed away on his numerous screens, trying to ignore the way you sounded from afar off... as you sang this song ‘Me & My Broken Heart’ for the 1 millionth time. It was a sweet melody to his ears, you sounded almost angelic and carried the chords and lines perfectly... but it was the lyrics that shot him to his soul and made his heart squeeze painfully.

He hadn’t let himself feel love for a very long time now.. and he desperately craved it. Especially when he had you around, yes you were a teenager, but he felt a special care for you, ever sense you saved his life when he first came to your universe. He hadn’t seen anyone do such for him in a long time. And it made him feel in a way he hadn’t felt in a while.. a fatherly love submerge him.

Now he always has an eye on you, making sure you were safe and sound, he guarded you like a father would. If he couldn’t get being a father to Gabriella right, then he’d be your guardian as best as he could.. back in your home you didn’t have a family anyways, you fended for yourself and worked hard in between your two lives. Being Spider-woman sacrificed your family.

So Miguel went as far as providing a home for you in your universe and paying for your early college classes, when you admitted to him you wanted to be a chemist. You told him it wasn’t necessary but he swore by his decision that it was, and that you deserved it after all you’ve done for your city.

You two ended up being around one another a lot, on missions and even in your civil lives, he’d come to see you and make sure no one was bothering you or just hang out around your favorite places.

Miguel would be quiet most of the time, but he was genuinely happy and invested in you as he watched you be care-free around him, with your talk about teenage drama from school to your silly pranks on him.

And when you were a little quiet he spoke to cheer you up or teach you something new, like making a mess with empanadas or a cool swinging trick.

At the end of the day he either had a new bruise from try skateboarding with you or a sharpie drawn heart or cheesy joke on his arm. But nonetheless he was a listening ear and wise voice to you too, and he protected you with his life.

Everyone knew Miguel had a special place for you, and they left it at that, not wanting to take away what he found peace in- even if he hardly showed it or ever admitted it. Ever so often they’d push you to be around him when he was the grumpiest, and you gladly stuck to his side like glue, even if he told you he didn’t want to hear your voice at all or tell you to sit where he couldn’t see you.

But that was only because he wanted to control himself from hurting you with words or actions, like when he tosses things out of anger or frustration. He knew he’d kill himself if he ever hurt you, you were his best little buddy, his ‘little me’ and shadow.

Although he kept you around for he found a sense of comfort at knowing your peaceful and sweet soul was around to calm his raging feelings. Even when seen and not heard- or vice versa.

And today he wasn’t feeling his best… today was Gabriella’s birthday. The anger and guilt he felt towards himself weighed heavier than anything he had ever carried. So he asked Lyla to nicely ask you to go on a mission check with Gwen, and to come back later.

Soon when he didn’t hear your sweet voice singing anymore, he broke out and tossed his stuff everywhere, shouting curses and blaming himself for screwing up, regretting what he did.

Amongst everything he tossed around, a sticky note got stuck to his arm, and seeing he bright pink paper on him caught his attention and he ripped it off, but his curiosity had his honey eyes reading it intently, not remembering if he had ever used such papers.

Miguel’s emotions swirled around like a angry hurricane in him, it was ready to swallow him while as he let himself drown, refusing to crawl out again. But.. the simple words he read off the note in your messy teenage handwriting, caught his heart in your grip before he went under.

‘All is not lost, hold onto what still yours.’

He released the breath he was clinging onto, believing it’d be his last, and he clutched the paper tightly against his chest, over his heart. Tears brimmed in his eyes, but he choked them away when he heard Lyla claim,

“She’s on her way in here Miggy, she finished her mission.”

He cleared his throat and huffed to himself, his heart wanting to see you again,

“Ok.. that’s fine.”

Not even a minute passed when he heard you skipping and humming the toon from earlier… and he couldn’t help but sing it himself, even if he didn’t remember all the words,

“all I need is a little love in my life... all I need is a little love in the mmm mmm... a lil’ but I hope it might kick start.. mm hmm mm hmm.”

———-

You had just walked in, when you heard the soft words being spoken with a rhythm, it was pretty good and calming.

Like a warm breeze on a cool day, it made a warm feeling seep into your chest as you embraced the peaceful atmosphere of it. You thought that it was perhaps one of the Spiderlings that was always singing around, for the voice was pretty smooth and came out like a low rumble, but it rocked your soul in a warm embrace.

You searched as you walked deeper into the lair, but it made you realized no one was around- not even Hobie Brown. It made you frown in confusion as to where it came from as you continued to hear the voice of what was deciphered to belong to a man, it made your heart swoon like when you danced in the rain or saw it puppy... it made you feel nice as it was your favorite song.

‘Sounds so beautiful...’

“all I need is a little love in my life... all I need is a lil’ mmmhm in the mmm mmm... a lil’ but I hope it might kick start.. mm hmm mm hmm.”

The last hum was a deep rumble from the heart out, it was like a sweet groan of a perfect motor that drove the perfect night drives. You've heard this comforting tone, though he never used it in a way to comfort others.. it was usually given when he was tired of someone or arguing. So it had clicked for you who it was, though it surprised you,

'Miguel.'

Quietly to not disturb him you swung up to his liar that was lifted high (which was usually like that when he didn't want to be bothered) but you just wanted to listen closely, not bother, so you were good right?

Once your feet touched the ground, you got a clear visual of him as you looked up to him, and your heart sunk. He was hunched over his desk, and in his hand he held onto the pink sticky not, holding on to it very tightly. The note appeared tiny in his hold, as his hands were larger than normal- not that it was bad of course ;)

His other hand delicately swiped the screens around as he looked at them all attentively. His face reflected off the screen, and you could see the most endearing, hearts took over the size of his pupils and he didn't look so dark as usual... pink practically covered his cheeks... even a soft smile made it on to his lips. A photo of him and you on a polaroid, the one you snapped while hanging off the Statue of Liberty that one evening.

You had on rare occasions seen Miguel’s sweet side, but that was only when he had a full tummy and was not being bothered by Hobie. But either way you cherished every part of him, he had become your father figure, with the harsh scoldings and comfortable silences. With the pat on the head or smacking your shoulder when the most ridiculous things came out of your mouth or actions- he meant the world to you.

As you drew closer, you remembered he didn’t have strong spider-senses, so you went with your gut, and let your intrusive thoughts win the best of you. Regardless of what he could do- it was Miguel.

Letting your hand extend towards him, you pushed on your wrists and webbed his back, hearing the web smack his brick-wall looking back, giggling when you heard him scowl nicely,

“What are you doing? I know it’s you Dulc- oh!”

You smiled to yourself and closed you eyes, sighing,

“I love you Miguel..”

You had pulled yourself against him, squeezing his waist tightly and leaning your head on his broad back- well like on his lower back, he was a giant compared to you. You could feel the way his muscles tensed as he sucked in a breath. It was like if he was afraid of touch- a strong, loving embrace, but slowly he let the air out from his lungs, and relaxed into you.. allowing himself to be loved and feel loved. His large hand rested on your little one, patting it gently, he then squeezed your hand and replied softly,

“I know you do Dulce... I know.”

His arm then came around behind him and grabbed onto the back of the collar of your suit, bringing you in front of him. You looked up to him right away, wanting to read him before he spoke, but you could hear his heart beat.. it was calm and steady, as he radiated peace and wore a small smile. Hope surged you as you mirrored his expression, a small ‘oof’ left your lips when he pressed the sticky note to your forehead, then pulled you in for a hug.

He cradled you close with his hands while you wrapped your arms around him once again, your head against his stomach this time, feeling his calm breathing an hearing his heart more clearly. It was the sound of home and undeniable peace. Miguel rested his hand on your head and the other reached your shoulders, where he pressed you closer to him.

You took in a deep breath and sighed happily, feeling safe and sound in him, knowing he was your safe haven and that he’d never let you go to be alone.

And Miguel smiled to himself, knowing he had you, confident that he would never let you slip away ever, and that you wouldn’t go either.. so with a tight squeeze he admitted,

“I love you too mija.” (Darling)

PLS I NEED IT

Now I'm seeing Miguel with a pierced tongue, and clicking the jewelry against his fang

I think I need to draw that...

PLEASE DRAW IT AND SHARE IT WITH THE WORLD

Blocked.

e42! Miles x Female reader.

warnings/notes: reader is black, cussing, some toxicity, (because why not?) this is in lowercase unless people are yelling. lemme know if i missed sum my lil bookies.

you

miles

me(eli)

this was the third time. the third time you got left on delivered for a ridiculous amount of time. you roll your eyes at the unread text you sent about three hours ago, when you were still in school. but you had already walked home, showered, and changed, and miles still hadn’t answered.

“lil nigga must think i’m one of his hoes, cus he sure as hell actin’ like it.”

you roll your eyes as you mutter under your breath, plugging your phone up and going down stairs.

“gramma!” you called through the house, knowing that your grandmother was doing your siblings hair in her room. pulling a juice out the fridge and taking a sip, you wait for a response.

“what you need, baby?”

“is it okay with you if i go out for a lil bit? like to the mall or something?”

“did you finish the dishes like i told you to?”

“yes ma’am.”

“then it’s alright with me, baby.”

“thank you!”

you went and got changed, plopping on your bed and laying on your stomach. you picked up your phone and dialed eli to see if she wanted to come with. the phone rang three times before she answered.

“heyyy, wassup shawty boo?”

“girl, what the hell is a ‘shawty boo’?”

“it’s you. you’re my shawty boo.”

you roll your eyes before flipping onto your back, glancing at your phone for a second before putting it back to your ear.

“whatever. anyways, you tryna come to the mall wit me?”

“of course. is miles coming too, or is it just us?”

a small scoff left your lips, and it took all that was in you to not roll your eyes once more.

“hell nah, he ain’t coming. he still hasn’t even read the text i sent earlier when i was in class wit you.”

a scoff, sounding a bit more disdainful then yours, left her lips, coming out a bit muffled due to the phone speaker.

“lemme bite his fucking kneecaps, see if he leaves you on delivered again.”

you cackle and kick your legs before releasing a loud sigh.

“girl, you always talking ‘bout biting a nigga’s kneecaps. but whatever. it’s just us two, you down?”

“yea, i’ll be ready by the time you roll around.”

“aight, i’m on my way.”

you and eli sat at the table in the small cafe, drinks in hand. she had a pout on her plump lips and a furrow in her brows.

“nah, he must wanna be single cus you too damn fine to be gettin’ treated like this.”

she paused before shaking her head, blonde coils of hair bouncing side to side with the movement.

“yea, he needs his kneecaps bit the fuck up. lil nigga is triflin’.”

it had been an hour since you picked up eli and arrived at the mall, and still no response from miles. both of you were fed up.

she grabbed your hand and stood up.

“come on, shawty boo, we going shopping.”

“ion got money for that-“

“i just got paid, lemme be your sugar mommy for a bit. you tryna get them new forces? the pink and purple ones, right?”

you rolled your eyes and let her drag you to the sneaker place at the mall you two would window shop at.

“eli, these shoes are too damn expensive.”

“girl hush. you know miles gets jealous when anyone else treats you, maybe he’ll notice and stop being a dickhead, yea?”

she strolled the aisles, looking for the pair you had been fawning over, and her short figure looked even shorter in front of the tall shelves.

she bent down to look at a pair of jays, her thighs spilling out of the rips in her jeans slightly. you groaned obnoxiously.

“eliiii, hurry the hell u-“

you went silent and crossed your arms, teeth gritted in a tight lipped smile.

“hmm? shawty boo, what did you say- oh hell no.”

she stood up and looked at the scene you had your eyes glued on. there he was. miles gonzalo morales, a couple aisles down, with the girl from algebra that stays flirting with him.

“this nigga gotta be on some shit.”

eli’s blue eyes widened in disbelief, and she started to walk over there, dragging you with her.

“eli, ion feel like dealing wit this right now-“

“i really don’t care, cus he doesn’t answer his phone for shit, and if he did, all he would do is deny.”

she huffed and came to a stop in front of the two, before clearing her throat in the most obnoxious way possible. miles turned around and his duotone eyes widened.

“oh shit-“

“oh shit is right you bitch ass motherfucker.”

eli looked up at you in surprise, before smirking and backing up, realizing that her presence wasn’t needed.

“so i’m sitting here, left on delivered for hours, and you’re over with the bitch you called annoying? the bitch you called aggravating? that’s real fucking crazy to me.”

miles rolled his eyes before holding his hands up defensively.

“look, ma-“

“don’t fucking ‘ma’ me! i been dealing wit yo shit for too long, nigga! you fucking lucky ion let eli break- or bite your kneecaps like she wants to!”

he looked from you to eli, slightly confused.

“bite my kneecaps..?”

eli nodded.

“you heard her. and you!”

she turned to the girl, who had been standing behind miles during this whole ordeal. she looked up from her phone, a bored look on her face.

“i’m sorry, what? i didn’t hear you, there’s so much height between us.”

eli’s eyes widened and a smile of disbelief found its way on her face before she turned to you.

“lemme drag this ugly ho, lemme fuckin’ drag her.”

you shook your head.

“she ain’t worth your time. hell, she ain’t worth shit. miles, we’re done. you not welcome at my house, you not welcome in my space. stay the fuck away from me.”

miles shook his head and took a step towards you.

“cmon, ma, you know i-“

“shut the hell up. i don’t wanna hear allat.”

eli nodded before taking the shoes she had in her hand to pay for them. while she was gone, there an awkward stare down happening between you and miles.

“… so it was all for nothing? everything we did was fake, huh?”

“you know that’s not true-“

“no, ion know shit, miles. why would i trust a damn thing coming out yo mouth when you’re standing right in front of me wit another female?”

“she has a point-“

“SHUT THE HELL UP.”

“SHUT THE HELL UP.”

eli came back with the bag and handed it to you. miles eyed it disdainfully.

“the hell is that?”

you raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“shoes, nigga, the fuck it look like? i wanted the pink and purple forces, so eli got ‘em for me.”

he scoffed and pointed at the bag.

“really, ma? ¿hablas en serio? you lettin’ other bitches buy you stuff now?”

eli grabbed your hand before you could respond, dragging you out the store before you could respond, muttering under her breath.

“stupid bitch. him and the girl.”

you sat on your bed in your pjs, hugging your pillow. eli wanted to stay, but you insisted she left.

“lemme know if you need anything, boo.”

you had blocked miles, getting tired of him blowing up your phone, when just a few hours prior he wouldn’t even click on your contact. your eyes were puffy and raw from how much you’d been rubbing them, wiping tears that you didn’t want to fall. you were drifting in and out of sleep, when you heard your window open. you didn’t look. you didn’t need to. you knew who it was.

“so you gon’ block me? like i won’t show up to your house?”

you sat up, looking at him tiredly.

“i said you not welcome here anymore, miles.”

“but you blocked me, so obviously you want me to come talk to you in person, ma.”

“that is so not what that means.”

he ignored you and walked up to your bed, crossing his arms and looking down at you with an amused smirk.

“… so what you boutta do? find someone else? you ain’t gonna find someone like me, and you know it.”

“that’s the fucking point, miles. you cheat, you lie, you neglect. you think i wanna find someone like that again?”

“who the fuck are you talking to? pon algo de respeto en mi nombre, no me hables así, ma. this was a one time thing.”

“it shouldn’t have happened at all, miles.”

he sighed in exasperation and sat down next to you.

“mami, she didn’t mean anything. i love you, not her. tu y solo tu mi amor. you know that. it’s always been you.”

“then why am i not enough? why do you need her on your arm? why do you ignore me?”

at this point, the tears started to flow again. he plopped down, laying next to you and looking up at the ceiling, his lanky legs hanging off your bed. he plays with the bracelet on his wrist subconsciously. the bracelet you got him for his birthday last year.

“i meant it when i said you were the only one for me. but- you’re perfect, so perfect, and i’m not good enough for you. i stand next to you and feel so out of place, like i can’t give you all you need. i’ve never cheated before, ma, i swear! i was only with her because of how fake and superficial she is, and i felt like i was better than her. te amo, con cada parte de mí. pero no soy lo suficientemente bueno para ti, y duele.”

now his eyes were teary, and the green and brown of his eyes were shiny, and gorgeous in the soft light of your room. he sat up to look at you and started to cry, tears falling down his soft, freckled cheeks. his lips were pursed and his brows were furrowed, and the dimple that showed when he smiled was nowhere to be found.

“ma, please forgive me. it’ll never happen again, i swear. i should have talked to you, told you how i felt. just- please. don’t leave me. i need you.”

his chest rose, his breathing coming out with a stutter. his eyes were big, and desperate. you put your hand on his cheek, wiping away his tears before leaning in and placing your lips on his gently.

he clung to you, as if you were all he had, all he needed. as if you were his lifeline, his float in the heavy waves of the sea. as if you were the last little bit of light in his dark. his fingers gripped your shirt and he kissed you like it was his last time, moving his soft, plump lips furiously against yours.

both of you were still crying when you pulled away, and neither of you said a thing for a moment.

“… miles?”

“yea?”

“can we please just be us again?”

“… yea.”

a/n: i like this. i like this and i’m very proud of it. i’m also thinking of starting a taglist but idk if anyone wants to be on it so lmk

daily reminder that your man is named miles morales and he wifed me up

SOBBING 😭😭 THIS HAPPENED I WAS THERE

THINKING ABOUT…

42! Miles having to learn to drive from Uncle Aaron in their free time because Rio is too busy to teach him and he can’t learn any other way…

“If I say stop, you stop. understood?” Aaron reiterated for the fifth time. Miles nodded with a roll of his eyes, trying his best to not show how eager (and nervous) he was to be behind the wheel.

“Aight you’re goin’ to SLOWLY pull up here and make a right turn, S L O W L Y” Aaron said, checking for the seventh time to make sure he was buckled in.

Miles smiled, lightly pressing the gas to move the car forward.

He followed the correct protocols, making sure to stop at the stop sign, turn his signal on, look for cars, then swiftly (not so smoothly) turned his wheel to make the right turn. However instead of pressing the break to ease into the turn, he accidentally hit the gas making the car fly around the corner.

Aaron grabbed the handle above him, exasperatedly using his other hand to hold onto the dash in front of him. “STOP.” Miles winced, hitting the break harshly causing the car to jolt. They both rocked forward, the air falling into small awkward silence.

Aaron turned to miles aggressively, staring at him with a look of bewilderment “DAMN NIGGA I SAID SLOW.”

©axeoverblade

This has been on my mind non stop 😭🫶

Uncle Aaron and Miles: