Dot Dot Dot

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 🥹🥹🥹

until we dock

miles morales x blackfem reader | summer cruise AU

wc :1.8k

synopsis : seven days into summer cruise you've found yourself tangled up in a group of twelve teeangers, late night adventures and and a boy who seems to appear beside you no matter where you go. somewhere between shore excursions, arcade trips ,sneaking into the pool after hours and sunsets over the Atlantic, seven days suddenly doesn't feel long enough.

now playing . . Slide - Frank Ocean , Migos & Calvin Harris

resource tags // @cafekitsune // @honeyluvsw

the ocean was quiet at this hour.

not empty—never empty, but softened, like the world hadn’t fully decided to wake up yet. the waves moved in a slow soft rhythm in view of your balcony catching the morning light in thin strips of gold that shimmered and disappeared just as quickly as they came.

you’ve been out here since 8:30

now it was almost noon

your book was already halfway through its fourth chapter, pages slightly warm from the sunlight kissing the pages. breakfast had been served hours ago—6:30 sharp, your mom insisted on sleeping in but you couldn’t resist getting some peace and quiet with the sunrise before the staff started blasting a playlist through the speakers again.

you loved mornings like this. quiet ones. ones where nobody expected anything from you.

inside, the suite still, air conditioning humming softly, curtains shifting whenever the ship moved. but you stayed outside anyway, legs tucked beneath you reading with your hair pulled into what was supposed to be a high pony but slowly fallen from the friction of your head on the chair, thoughts far away from anything loud.

that’s how your mom found you.

“Girl.” she said, stepping into the balcony with an easy smile, sunglasses perched on her head, “you’ve been reading out here all morning, you okay?”

“oh—yeah.” you said softly

she leaned on the railing nearest to you, peeking at the cover like she was genuinely curious, even if she wasn’t going to read it. “mmm-hmm,” she hummed glancing back at the water then back at you with a fond smile. “Your dad and I are gonna head out in a bit,” she said “little excursion thing. probably gonna get a drink or two …or three.”

you smirked softly into the pages and gave a small nod, as a moment too long passed without her saying anything you looked up to see her look at you with a soft yet concerned smile.

"and you," she began, pointing slightly at your book " are not staying locked up in here the whole time."

"I'm not "locked up" I'm just, relaxing." you countered softly.

"Sweetie, when's the last time you've actually interacted with people your age hm?" She said now joining you in a seat on the balcony "I didn't book this whole cruise just for you to turn into a decorative plant." she said "I want you out there. having fun. meeting people."

a soft wrinkle between your eyebrows formed "I have people."

"Who?" she asked immediately leaning closer, intrigued.

"...people."

She squinted at you "That's not a person."

You sighed softly, faintly embarrassed because if it wasn't for your strong academic career and involvement in your hobbies you'd probably be viewed as a child who reads romance novels all day giggling to herself eating tubs of ice cream in a week.

She softened a little then, her voice shifting.

"listen," she began "when I was your age, I had boys lining up to even talk to me. And you—" she tapped your cheek lightly "you got it from me. you're gorgeous! you just act like you don't know it."

"Momm.."

"I'm serious," she smiled. "Find yourself a little fling, a boyfriend. some gal pals. something—literally anything. you're about to be a senior, After this, life moves fast."

You looked down at your book again fingers tracing the edge of the page that you've re-read four times to avoid eye contact. "I don't really..do all that."

There was a pause after that—heavier, quieter

Then she added, "I just want you to be okay. When you leave for college. when you're not right down the hall anymore."

You glanced up at her because you knew once she started mentioning anything about school or future-wise things she got emotional. You chuckled softly scooting to her chair now sitting in her lap like you were still 6 years old. "I'm still here you know."

She gently cradled your head against her chest, her thumb grazing your cheekbone and temple repeatedly "I know," she smiled, but it wobbled a little at the edges." come on. go get ready. I'm taking you somewhere."

you showered slowly, letting the warm water blur your thoughts until they didn't feel so sharp anymore. when you stepped out, the mirror fogged slightly as you wrapped yourself in a towel and stood there for a moment, just staring at your reflection like a blank canvas mentally sorting through your luggage for an outfit.

your hair was already a statement of its own—boho french curl braids, small and detailed, falling perfectly in soft layered swirls and ringlets. Your skin was warm toned and glowing from the trip already, faint tan lines beginning to settle in like proof of every hour you'd spent near the sun.

you pulled on your bikini first—simple white clean against your skin—then layered an off shoulder cropped top over it. soft fabric, breathable in this tropical weather. beige linen shorts followed. you kept your jewelry simple but intentional—gold bangles that made that satisfying clicking when you moved.

your makeup was light, a slightly brighter concealer under your eyes soft sweep of blush across your cheeks and the tip of your nose, enough to feel dolled up, but not too much to give you insane face dysmorphia when you take it off later.

and when you were finally done you looked up and paused.

Okay.

you looked beautiful.

as you stepped out of the bathroom awkwardly, knowing that your mom was probably perched up on the bed waiting for you, she saw a mythical creature of sorts.

"okayyyy," she said, pointing at you like she'd just won something. "that's my daughter."

"stop." you whispered, but your smile gave it away

"okay okay." she said her hands lifted dismissively, she got up, grabbed her bag and room key card. "come on beautiful."

you rolled your eyes but followed her out.

The ship was much louder now. people were awake. music drifted faintly from somewhere you couldn't see yet. laughter echoed off polished floors and opened decks. everything felt bigger than your room had.

your mom walked beside you, chatting easily pointing out random things like she'd been here a hundred times.

"and over there is the pool," she said. "Which you're going to use. Don't look at me like that."

"I wasn't—"

"you were."

You didn't argue further.

instead, you just followed her through corridors that smelled like saltwater and sunscreen and whipped cream.

Eventually, she slowed.

a set of wide glass doors came into view.

above them, neon lettering glowed softly:

TEEN CLUB/ ARCADE

your stomach shifted slightly.

"oh—" you said quietly.

your mom smiled like she'd been waiting for that reaction.

"yeah," she said. "this is you"

"it's... a lot" you admitted.

"lottttt of opportunity!" she sang pinching your side before turning to you fully her soft hands cupping the sides of your arms. "Listen, I'm not gonna drag you in there, or stand over you. I just want you to try."

you looked at the doors again. voices, movement. sound.

"just one hour." she said gently, the tone you couldn't say no to. "if you hate it, text me. I'll come get you."

You hesitated "..alright."

Her face lit up instantly.

"that's my girl," she said squeezing you softly before letting go. "Go on."

You took a breath and stepped inside the shift was immediate. cool air, bright lights. music low but constant. the clicking of arcade buttons and the soft hum of conversations overlapping like waves.

It wasn't overwhelming but it was loud. you stood just inside the entrance for a second too long, and slowly walked in.

your eyes awkwardly scanned for an untaken seat before sitting down at a nearby couch next to an outlet to charge your phone that was on 2% because you suck at charging your phone.

maybe you’d stay an hour like promised, get a slushie, sit in a corner for a little, then disappear quietly back to your suite and order room service ice cream.

a solid plan.

unfortunately, the universe had other plans.

“Hey—this seat taken?”

you looked up. A boy standing next to the couch he looked about your age—maybe older with a deck of cards curved in his hand soft curls that were slightly frizzy from all of the humidity. a plain white wife beater clung to his toned frame followed with a pair of plain light pink swim trunks.

you blinked.

“Oh.”

great job. excellent response.

he smiled a little

“oh—yeah. sorry.”

he chuckled and shook his head

“doesn’t look taken to me.” he reasoned

that’s not what you meant..

“no I mean— yeah.. you can—sit here.” you fumbled out

he let out a boyish giggle before he dropped into the seat with an easy familiarity that somehow didn’t feel intrusive.

“Soooo” he sighed getting comfortable his legs spread comfortably next to yours, but still giving you space. “haven’t seen you around yet, you just board?”

“no, I just haven’t been here.”

“whatttt?” he said dramatically “you’ve been missing out then. where’ve you been?!”

“the pool.” you lied.

“Ah—dang. really??,he said leaning his elbows on his knees leaning a bit closer to you, trying to see if he memorized your face. "I haven’t seen you.”

a soft moment of silence fell between you two before he spoke up again.

“So. now that you’re here, you can join us!” he said like some cheerful army recruiter. “if you want—no pressure of course.” he added quickly. “but if you don’t—you’ll miss out. definitely. seriously.” His wide, almost begging eyes locked onto yours before his face lit up again

“oh sorry—I'm Miles.” He said extending his hand out to yours.

very respectful.

you shook his hand reciting your name like how you imagined a scenario like this 2 weeks ago.

“Alright.” He said clapping his hand once firmly.

“the crew is over there—“ he said pointing briefly to a packed table of teens. “I was whooping their ass in uno.” he added before looking around like the FBI was looking for him and leaning closer to you he smelled like the pina colada of your dreams mixed with soft sandalwood.

“between you and me. they suck. like they really, really suck. I’ve been playing them for like an hour now—”

“miles who are you talking to??!!” A voice rang through the crowd.

he scoffed “see? sore losers.” he boasted pointing at them with his thumb before echoing back “my new friend.”

and before you knew it much more than an hour went by.

pt 3

pt 2 pt1

BOOM CLIFFHANGER

this highkey genuinely ass so im sorry it’s genuinely 2:51 in the morning 💔

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

Float! *.✧

Warnings: none!

It started with a quick kiss to Katsuki's lips.

Nothing big, just a goodbye kiss before you separated to go to your different works. And then another, and another until you were peppering kisses all over his face. Now sporting a grumpy scowl as you got your lip gloss on his cheeks.

But you couldn't help it! Your husband just looked so good today. Not to say he didn't look good everyday - but today, something must have been in the air because he looked divine.

You giggled at his unconvincing scowl and Katsuki's gaze softens just a little. He pulled you into his side. "We're going to be late.." he said already reaching for the door. "Just one more!" You quickly retaliated.

"Please?"

He paused, just for a moment, to think about it before you leaned in and surprised him with a deep kiss. Enough to distract him from the world around him and forget about being late. You lent into each other- bodies drawn together like magnets.

You closed your eyes, focusing on the feeling of Katsuki's tongue trying to make its way into your mouth. It felt heavenly you really missed deep kisses with Katsuki. You haven't had a chance to be intimate with him so casually since you've both been so busy. So the kiss just felt like a huge rush of bliss and relief.

It almost felt like you were floating..

"Babe.. babe, you're doing it again!" You heard as your lips slipped away from his and you felt your feet leave the floor. Your eyes ripped open to see yourself floating above the ground.

"Heh- oops.."

This is kind of short but I love this idea, very cute!! Plus I'm a sucker for when a charter floats mid kiss and I haven't written for it yet