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Ridiculous . . .Chapter II. Lookin

Miles G Morales x Fem; Reader

Content : Both Grown up, fluff, Slow Burn, Enemies to…?

Synopsis: You are a broke college student, who is working in a fancy Italian restaurant. To manage College, studying, friends, family, etcetera, etcetera … it’s all hard to manage all in once, but on top of that you have an annoyingly stupid Colleague, Miles G Morales, you guys eventually have to get along after your never ending taunts to each other …

It was Saturday afternoon, the chairs aren’t even put down yet, the smell of cleaning spray is still hanging in the air. The whole crew, the cooks, the waitresses are standing in a sloppy half circle while Mr. Johnson paces like a disappointed father who never wanted kids in the first place. He claps loud and everyone flinches. "Alright" he begins, voice sharp "Before we open today, we’re having a meeting. And by meeting, I mean I’m talking, and you all are listening without interrupting."

Maria whispers loudly "Jesus… this man needs therapy." One of the cooks, Stefano, snorts

The other cook, Angelo, elbowed him and suppressed a laugh.

Miles stands with his arms crossed, staring at a stain on the floor like it personally offended him, like he’s offending you.

Addison leans towards Jermaine and whispers,

"If he talks about punctuality, I’m out."

Jermaine snickers and whispers back

"Girl, he’s DEFINITELY going to talk about punctuality, since Y/n is probably late again."

Then the front door opens, all eyes on you. And you walk in, a little out of breath, hair slightly messy, bag over your shoulders, and you’re apologizing already "Excuse me, the train was delayed, I—"

Mr. Johnson doesn’t even raise his voice, what makes it worse somehow.

"Of course" he says "Of course, late again."

You swallow, Addison shoots you a sympathetic wince and Jermaine gives you a little double thumbs up.

Mr Johnson sighs and keeps pacing

"Since some of you don’t understand how time works, let me be very clear. Tonight is Saturday, our busiest day. Saturday is the day everything goes wrong because guests forget how to behave and cooks forget how to not set the kitchen on fire."

One of the cooks, Alessio, raises his hand.

"That was ONE TIME—"

"Silence." Mr. Johnson says.

The room goes dead again, you looked around the room, Alessandro looked elsewhere but not to Mr. Johnson, Maria was rubbing the bridge of her nose and Miles was clenching his jaw, his patient was running out.

You quietly slide into the circle next to Addison,

"You look like you slept for 30 minutes." She whispered to you.

"Generous, more like 20." You whispered back.

Mr. Johnson continues

"and let me emphasize: No drama tonight, we do not yell at each other, We do not argue with each other, We do not point fingers to each other, We do not ruin customers dinners with your… petty little wars."

Everyone subtly looks at you and Miles. You feel like your cheeks heat, but Miles, he stands perfectly still, face blank, but a tiny flicker of embarrassment is still visible. Mr Johnson’s eyes narrowed "That means you two." Your stomach drops. Miles mutters under his breath "Bro…"

Mr. Johnson points at both of you "If I hear even ONE argument tonight, ONE complaint, ONE insult, I swear I would chain the two of you to the prep counter for the entire weekend." Maria gasps, Jermaine whispers "That’s actually torture." You feel your throat close up rather because of embarrassment instead of fear. Miles nodded and so did you. Mr. Johnson nods then claps again "Good now get to work."

Everyone disperses like prisoners being freed. Jermaine whispered to you "I’m praying for y’all" and the night hasn’t even started yet.

It was 3:42 P.M

You exhale, roll your shoulders back, and sling your bag onto the tiny coat rack behind the host stand. You grab your apron from your bag, shake it out, and tie it around your waist. You grab a stack of clean menus, carry them to the host stand, and start flipping through them one by one. While you’re fixing them, Addison approaches you with a bucket of silverware.

"You wanna wrap forks with me?" She asks, smirking a bit

"I mean, do I want to?" you say "No, but yeah."

She drops next to you, and before you even touch a fork, Jermaine slides in like he teleported there, holding a tub of rolled napkins.

"Oh good, everyone is miserable" he says cheerfully "My favorite vibe."

You start wrapping, your hands move on autopilot

"So" Jermaine started "We need to discuss the situation." He points two fingers at his eyes, then at you. "What situation?" You ask warily. Jermaine looks offended you even asked "THE MILES SITUATION" You rolled your eyes, it was already labeled "What about it?" Addison tapped in "Yeah, he’s acting mad weird. Weirder than usual." "Suspicious" Jermaine added

You glare at both of them "Well, congratulations, finally noticing how weird that idiot is…" You muttered, then you continued "But what are you guys talking 'bout, we’ve just forced to work together now, because we got punished."

"You haven’t fought today yet." Addison wiggled her eyebrows

"Bro, duhhh, obviously we didn’t, because we both got almost fired yesterday, do you think one of us is tryin to risk that now?" You answered back, folding napkins around cutlery. Jermaine hums "Good point…"

Then you continued. "Seriously, Saturday is already the worst day but ugh. I have to work overtime and do dish-duty WITH HIM." You groaned, Jermaine snickers and Addison smirks "Angelo calls you two 'the Dishwasher Duo'" You groan in your hands. Jermaine leans in to you "Come on, at least you don’t have to do it with Alessandro, right ?" This thought is absurd anyway, you thought. " Look, I’m not saying that Miles is secretly in love with you." You looked at him unamused and scoffed "I highly doubt that anyway." Jermaine snickers again " He’s interesting though." He said and you snort "Well, then YOU can do dish duty with him instead." "Oh hell nah." He said quickly and Addison chuckled. "He just- he thinks he’s better at everything, you know ?" You explained " He’s kinda good at it though." Jermaine shrugs, You looked at him with disbelief "Bro? On which side are you ?" He chuckled "Obviously on yours!" He quickly continues "Anyway, did y’all notice the way that he didn’t even looked at Mr. Johnson during his lecture?" You, observant as ever, muttered "He always does that." You looked at the Napkins. "He looked so-" Jermaine started, and you cut him off instantly "I don’t care how he looks like, I just wanna get through that shit. Let’s talk about something else."

You grab the spray bottle, a stack bottle and a stack of damp rags, moving from table to table. But then you hear a voice behind you "You’re blocking the door." Miles. You turn and you saw Miles carrying a tray of clean water glasses. You step aside. He walks past you, sets the glasses on the counter with precision, then disappears behind the espresso machine. Addison appears beside you "He literally materializes out of nowhere like a sleep paralysis demon." You snickers and Jermaine stepped in "But, like, a handsome one. I hate that for him" You roll your eyes "He’s just doing his job, seriously Jermaine, you crushing on this asshole or what’s up with you???" Jermaine grinned "Nah, he’s all yours girl." You rolled your eyes again and your eyes are flickering to Miles, how he seemed so focused cleaning the espresso machines. "Shut the fuck up Jermaine." You said defensively. "The quarrel of lovers is the renewal of love." Jermaine said confidently. You blinked and Addison asked confused "The fuck you talking about?" You groan "Guys, can we talk about something different then —" Your eyes drifted to him and then Maria bursts through the kitchen doors " Yes! Talk about work! WE OPEN IN 5 MINUTES!"

You grab your small black waitress notebook, click your pen three times, and tuck it in your apron. When the restaurant opened you went to the kitchen and call out the kitchen "Table 12 wants two lasagnas, Pizza Siciliana, and a gluten-free penne!" Stefano nods, already chopping. Angelo yells "We are out of gluten-free penne!" You choke "Oh my god you can’t be-" Stefano slams the fridge door "No, we’re not. Angelo just can’t read." That relived you, and you back out of the kitchen before someone throws a spoon to somebody else and you crash directly into- Miles. Your chest bumps his arm, he steadies a tray with one arm and snaps "Watch it!" "You walked into me!" You snap back. He lifts one eyebrow, ready to argue "You literally just walked into me!" You wanted to argue back, so bad. But then you remembered Mr. Johnson’s lecture and the embarrassment earlier. You muttered "My bad" You left him confused there "Is she sick or something?" He asks himself, he still was staring at you but not in a judging way, more like 'The hell is going on with you‘

Miles watches you walk away, still stunned, you apologized. He carries his tray towards the bar, he sets the tray down a little too hard—two glasses clink loudly. Alessio was polishing a wine glass and side-eyed him instantly "The hell is your problem??"

Miles keeps staring at the doorway where you disappeared through

"Y/n just apologized, to me." He mutters. Alessio pauses mid polishing. "…Okay? And?" Miles turns his head to Alessio, like he’s the idiot here "That’s weird ass hell man."

Alessio stares at him, then starts laughing so hard he has to brace himself on the counter. Miles looks confused. "Oh my god. You actually don’t know what to do when she’s not screaming at you."

Miles glares. Alessio cackles louder "Oh man, this is great." "Shut the fuck up Alessio." He grabs the napkins. Alessio lifts his hand "Yo- so shocked she’s nice to you for once ?" Miles flips him off without looking back as he stalks off.

The shift dragged, you were running on autopilot, moving from table to table, forcing your smile, your body was tired and your brain somewhere else entirely. When you finally got a short break, you leaned against the espresso machine where Alessandro was standing, letting out a quiet breath.

"Already tired?" He teased, and you scoffed "If I were you, standing here all day just moving my thumbs, I’d be just as great as you are."

He chuckled and shrugged "I just make it easier for myself, you know?"

You rolled your eyes but a small grin slipped through anyway. A couple of female customers shot you dirty looks. At first you didn’t get it, and then it clicked. Right, you were talking to Alessandro. "How’s dish duty with Miles?" He asked.

You blinked, snapping out of your thoughts "There are better things, for sure."

He snorted "Yeah, I believe that. Mr. Johnson’s really mad at you two. People were recording your little argument." You froze "…They were?"

He nodded "Yup. But as the gentleman I am, I told them to delete it."

Relief flooded through you "Thank goodness, I don’t need that ending up on Twitter or whatever."

"Don’t flirt, WORK!" Maria suddenly barked from across the room.

"We are not—" you started, then cut yourself off, rolling your eyes as you pushed yourself off the counter and got back to it.

The rest of the shift was chaos, as usual, but it was manageable. And somehow, you didn’t worried anymore about Miles, he did his thing, and as it seems he didn’t stole your tables anymore.

When Addison and Jermaine were about to leave, they immediately made their way over to you. "Owww, now dish duty with Milesssss" Jermaine dragged out teasingly "Oh shut the hell up." You nudged him. "But you didn’t fight today!" He shot back "I call that improvement." You snorted "He was weirdly quiet, not like usual, almost like he’s distracted." Jermaine leaned in like he discovered gold "You pay a lot of attention to him lately." Addison giggled "Yeah, only because Y/n is forced to work with him! Enemies to lovers is my favorite trope."

You groaned "You both drop it. I got dish duty."

"Have fuuuun!" Jermaine sing sang as you left.

When you stepped into the kitchen, Miles was already there. His sleeves were rolled up, hands were in the sink and he was focused. He looked up when you entered, and gave you a small nod, and you nodded back, that was strange, it was normal but didn’t felt normal.

"Is everything okay?" You asked him after a moment.

"Yes" he said quickly, then after a beat he asked "Are you okay?"

You let out a tired little laugh "Yeah, just tired…"

He nodded. You knew that he wasn’t okay though, if he were your friend, you would’ve pushed, and asked again, but he wasn’t, so you didn’t.

Time passed, the water was running, the only audible noises were the sounds of the machines and plates clicking, but between you two it was silence. Your eyes almost dropped, you sighed and stopped for a moment to flex your fingers. Miles immediately noticed

"Hey, why are you stopping?" He asked a little too sharp

"I can’t feel my hands anymore." You answered dumb founded.

"Great" he muttered and was still washing "But we should finish soon or Mr Johnson’s gonna lose it if we return the keys late, and you got to be in bed earlier."

You scoffed "Mr Johnson can lick my ass."

"Be careful how you talk." Now he said as looking at you, and something in you snapped.

"Can you stop acting like you’re so responsible?" You shot back "What? You think you’re better than everyone because you’re ‘mature’?" You kept going.

He dropped the plate into the sink harder than necessary "No" he snapped "No? But you’re always waiting for me to mess up so you can jump on me, what the hell is wrong with you??" You snapped back and stared at him. Now it was silence again, you slowly turned back to the sink, scrubbing harder than necessary, and then he muttered under his breath

"…And here I thought you’re gonna be nice for once."

You slowly turned towards him "Excuse me what did you just said?"

"Nothing" he mumbled, looking at the plate he was scrubbing.

"No, what did you just said?" You pressed.

He sighed, still staring at the plate in his hand he was drying now "Today went well, for us atleast. But I guess that’s just because of Alessandro." That hit out of nowhere, what does Alessandro has to do with that ?

"And what does Alessandro have to do with anything?" You asked, genuinely confused. And then Miles finally glanced at you "You got eyes." He said simply.

"What?" You asked, but he just shook his head and went back to washing. And that? That stuck.

The rest of dish duty was quiet. And when you were done, Miles was the one who returned the keys to Mr Johnson.

And when you stepped outside, the air was cool and you almost shivered, then you remembered you forgot to bring your jacket with you. Fuck.

But you saw a silhouette standing there. It was Alessandro. He was leaning casually, hands in his pockets.

"Hey." He said

"…Hey?"

After a while you asked "Why are you still here?"

He shrugged. "Had to clean the espresso machine. Thought maybe I could walk you home?"

That guy you off guard "…I live pretty far," you said. "I usually take the subway."

He grinned . "Then let me walk you there at least." You hesitated.

Why not? you thought I know him and he doesn’t seem to be a creep

So he walked you, and you guys talked, no let me rephrase that, He talked. A lot. Some story about helping a girl find her phone, then pretending he had it all along just to tease her. You nodded, reacted barely and pretended to listen. But halfway through, your mind drifted. Miles, and his tone.

"Because of Alessandro." What did that even mean?

"Hey, are you even listening?" Alessandro asked.

You blinked. "Oh—yeah. Yeah, that was… cool."

He laughed, then, out of nowhere "You know, Miles is kind of a jerk." You huffed. "Tell me about it."

"I don’t get it" he continued. "He’s not even that impressive." You nodded automatically. "Right? He acts like he’s the greatest." But even as you said it, something felt off. Because if that were true, why did his words stick with you more than anything Alessandro was saying?

When you reached the subway you turned to him.

"Well, thanks for walking me,"you said. He said with a smirk. "Of course." You turned to leave

"Hey—"

You looked back.

"…Do you have a boyfriend?"

You blinked. "Uh… no?"

He looked genuinely surprised. "Really? I thought you would."

You gave a small shrug. "Nope."

He smiled. "Hard to believe. You’re kinda cute." You flushed slightly. "…Thanks."

"Just being honest," he said, stepping back. "See you tomorrow."

"Yeah… see you."

You got home, barely changed, and collapsed onto your bed. The room was quiet, your body was exhausted. But your brain? Wide awake. Alessandro was… whatever. Nice, sure. Nice to look at. But your thoughts kept circling back to one thing. Miles. His tone, the kinda judgmental look he gave you

“You got eyes.”

Your stomach twisted. "…What was that supposed to mean?"

Half a year guys, it took me half a year for this freaking chapter 😭😭 honestly, I’m in a bad mood but excuse me. I eventually try to finish this series, I hope u like it… have a great day… Better days are ahead

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Ridiculous . . .Chapter I. Don‘t

Miles G Morales x Fem; Reader

Content : Both Grown up, fluff, Slow Burn, Enemies to…?

Synopsis: You are a broke college student, who is working in a fancy Italian restaurant. To manage College, studying, friends, family, etcetera, etcetera … it’s all hard to manage all in once, but on top of that you have an annoyingly stupid Colleague, Miles G Morales, you guys eventually have to get along after your never ending taunts to each other …

When a day in College ends, most people in your campus are either partying, making out with strangers or doing some other crazy shit. You on the other hand, you have to take the subway, to go to work in this Italian restaurant like every other day. It’s hard to manage it all— college, studying, work and having a social life, it was damn near impossible. But you manage it, somehow. You still have to cancel the parties you’re getting invited to and you definitely do not have the time for a boyfriend.

The only reason why you took this job was to have at least some money in your pockets, so you’re not a complete broke student. You have a rent to pay, groceries to buy, all the boring adult stuff nobody warns you about.

When you are on your way to work, you have to study in the subway, because when your shift ends, it’s mostly 1 A.M and by the time you get back home, you shower, breathe for two minutes and sleep. There is zero time to study.

And God, the Manager of the restaurant, Mr Johnson, is a complete asshole, he has unrealistic expectations and treats the cooks and waitresses like robots. Your hourly wage is $18, and tips are usually 15-20% of the bill, enough to survive.

But despite the exhaustion, the stress and your manager being an absolute asshole, you enjoyed this job also because of your colleagues.

Maria is a middle aged woman, who works as a waitress and also partly in the kitchen. She is loud in the warmest way possible and her fiery Italian temperament, she is like the heart of the whole place. She is always talking about her son Gino, she tried to set you up with him, even though you never met this guy ever before.

Addison was only two years older than you, and also juggling with college and work. She understood the chaos, the burnout and the endless cycle. You guys became good friends and it actually felt like someone knows the stress you are going through.

Alessandro, also a guy around your age, stupidly handsome. And the numerous of times where Female Customers were hitting up on him, is countless. But who can blame them, he tends to be a flirt and charming.

Jermaine was the funniest person alive, fresh out of Highschool and always ready to spill the tea. You, him and Addison always gossip throughout your shifts.

And then there was Miles. You and him never got along. He wasn’t exactly rude, just….aggravating. Quiet but confident, annoyingly good at his job, annoyingly good looking and always in your damn way. Whenever you tried to serve a customer, he’ll appears out of nowhere and swoop in first.

You once started an argument, right infront of the espresso machine of all places. Loud enough for Maria to clutch her Rosary.

It was a rather slow Tuesday night, compared to the other nights. You was already tired from your morning lecture in college. When you turned around with a tray full of water glasses and saw Miles once again sliding into your section like he owned this place, something in you snapped.

"Can you not?" you hissed under your breath, balancing the tray on your hip. Miles barely looked at you, only raised a brow "Can I not…what?"

"You know what, that was my table!" You snapped. He shrugged, unfazed "They waved me over. Not my fault."

You almost dropped the damn glasses. "Wow, okay. Congrats on your fan club, Morales."

He smirked, that was infuriating tiny smirk he always gave you when he knew he was getting under your skin. "Thanks. Means a lot coming from you."

You stormed off, mumbling in languages.

2 weeks passed, the restaurant is packed on a Friday evening. You’re already exhausted, weaving through tables with a tray of pasta and drinks. And Miles is everywhere. He is too close behind you, cutting in front of you breathing the same damn air as you.

You’re reaching for a bottle of sparkling water when he bumps past your shoulder. "Move." He mutters. You slam the bottle onto your tray.

"Are you serious right now?!" Miles doesn’t even look at you and mumbles to himself "Can’t do this tonight." "You’ve been doing this for weeks!" Now he stops, turns to you, and raised his brow.

"Doing what? Doing my job?" "You’re sabotaging my tables!"

"I’m not sabotaging anything." He snaps back defensively. "You’re just too busy being mad at me to see straight." He continued.

"Oh my god" you hiss, stepping closer to him "You keep stealing my customers, because of whatever reason!" You snap. "I’m not stealing anything." He fires back "And you’ve been avoiding me for a lot longer than two weeks!" Your eyes widen, his jaw ticks and the air around you goes tight. Before you can say something smart, a customer knocks a glass over, you reach for a cloth, but so does he, your fingers brush. You flinch, Miles notice, and it pisses him off. He drops the cloth "You can’t even stand near me. That’s real mature."

"Oh don’t you dare-" Miles cut you off.

"What? Say the truth?"

"You don’t get to talk to me like that!" Your voice rises

"Then stop acting so childish!" He snaps back

"Coming from you? Since you are so mature and stealing my customers like it’s a marathon? Yeah you’re real mature."

Someone gasp. You don’t even realize customers are staring until Maria swoops in. "AY AY AY! BASTA! Why are you two yelling in front of the customers?!"

You both turned to her, pointed at each other "HE-" "SHE-"

You guys couldn’t even end your sentences, Mr. Johnson was storming to you.

"Both of you, in my office, now." Mr Johnson said.

You and Miles exchanged a horrified glance.

Inside the office, the door slams. "You two want to scream at each other? Fine. Do it in your free time. But in MY restaurant?" He points at each of you "Absolutely fucking not." He folds his arms "You will work overtime." Your stomach drops "Sir-" "Oh no, don’t talk yet." Mr. Johnson snaps to you "For the next three weeks-" You and Miles make the same face of dread. "—You will work the same hours." Miles let out a harsh breath "Seriously?" "And" Mr. Johnson continues over him "You’re on dish duty." Your knees threaten to buckle. "Dish duty…overtime… What about my—" "You’ll manage" He cuts you off "Or you’ll be fired."

As you both step out of the office, your shoulder is brushing his, you’re greeted by Addison and Jermaine. No teasing, no jokes. Addison‘s eyes widen, concerns tightening her expression. "Oh my god…you okay?" She asks softly, stepping closer. Jermaine wrings his hands in his apron. "What happened? Did he yell at you? Are you in trouble? Tell me who to fight." You don’t say anything, you’re too tired to function, too mad to form a sentence.

After you explained your situation, that you and Miles have to work overtime and doing dishes duty together, you were even too tired to be complaining. Addison squeezed your arm. "You have to work overtime, together? That’s insane. You’re barely sleeping." Jermaine nods quickly "And you’ve got exams next week… This isn’t fair." You blinked hard, trying to fight tears. "I’m fine" you whisper "I just… really want to get through tonight." Jermaine shakes his head "Baby, you’re shaking." You look down, your fingers tremble around your apron strings. Miles notices it too, you feel his eyes on you. He shifts his weight, then mutters under his breath "You should sit down." You stiffen, still pissed at him "I don’t need your help." His jaw clenched "It’s not about needing help, it’s about YOU not fainting on the floor." Jermaine shoots him a sharp look. "She’s exhausted, bro. Read the room." Miles exhales through his nose, but stays quiet. "Let’s just get through the shift." You rolled your shoulders back and straightened up. Addison and Jermaine exchange a look that says they’re worried out of their minds. Miles look at you like he wants to say something, but he bites back.

After the restaurant closed, you and Miles were the only ones who were staying in the restaurant, to clean the dozen of dishes.

Your hands hurt from scrubbing dishes, your arms shake from carrying trays that feels heavier every minute. And Miles is right next to you. Breathing, existing, moving when you move. You both been quiet since you guys started washing the dishes. You’re scrubbing a plate with so much force you might break it, you were breaking the silence by muttering through your teeth "Seriously… I can’t… I can’t do all of this. College… work…dishes…you…" Your voice cracks "Just- I can’t."

Miles doesn’t answer.

And then it happens again. You reach for the same plate he does—not by accident this time, just a tired reflex- and your fingers brush again. You snatch your hand again, he freezes again.

"You don’t have to…" He begins quietly, voice low, deeper than before. You cut him off instantly.

"Don’t start."

He sets the plate down carefully "I wasn’t gonna fight." He says, breathing out hard "Believe it or not."

"Could’ve fooled me." You mutter

His eyes flick to you, lingering too long — not angry, not soft, but maybe something in between that. "You’re exhausted" He says, barely above a whisper. You bristle

"Don’t act like you suddenly care."

"That’s not what I said." He said back

"Well, it’s what it sounds like."

He laughs under his breath, nor amused or frustrated

"You twist everything I say." He murmured

"You make everything impossible." You murmured back

The dishwasher beeps behind you, the loud reminder of all the work left. Then he murmurs— soft, tense, almost angry

"Just… stop pushing yourself so hard."

You stirred a bit, but continued washing the dishes

"Seriously you should slow down, your hands are shaking." He continued, you swallow, looking away quickly.

"I’m Fine, just… tired…" He glances at you, not long or intense, just enough to make your chest go tight.

"…yeah" He mutters "I can’t see that…"

You open your mouth to push again, but nothing comes out, so you nod once, quietly, turning back to the sink. The air between you stays heavy and confusing. But it is shifting.

So you guys, this is the first chapter of this new series I’m planning to do. I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter ;) So yeah, English ain’t my first language so excuse me if there are any mistakes, I’m always open for criticism anyway 🫶 So yeah Miles G Morales fans wake up and read this fanfic have a good day 💕💕

[populartokyo]

Falling behind . . . ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ ⋆.

Miles Morales X fem; Reader

Synopsis: After what happened at the Spider HQ, Miles met you in a Library.

Miles wanted to study quantum physics in Princeton, so he can visit his friends from other dimensions. But after the betrayal from Gwen and Peter, Miles didn’t wanted to attend Princeton anymore. His parents were confused and asked why, but Miles didn’t elaborate any further.

Time passed and he found himself in a local library, wandering into the art section. He reached for his favorite book ‘The history of Art‘ which he read a dozen times before. But just as his fingers brushed the book, another hand touched it too. He looked beside him, it was a girl, about his age.

"Oh- I’m so sorry" he said quickly, rubbing the back of his neck with an awkward chuckle.

You smiled. "No it’s alright, you can have it if you want."

Miles shook his head "Nah, really, it’s fine. I’ve read it too many times already."

"Really?" you asked amused

He grinned a little "Yeah, it’s that good. That’s why I was gonna read it again."

You both laughed, and for the first time in a long time, Miles felt the tightness in his chest loosen just a bit.

You tilted your head " You like graffiti, huh?"

"It’s kinda my thing" He said with a small shrug, trying to sound casual.

"Well, maybe you can show me sometime" You said, tucking the book under your arm.

Miles blinked, but smiled "Yeah. Yeah, I’ll show you sometime."

But then Miles noticed he never got your name and he didn’t even introduced himself

"Oh, I’m Miles, by the way." He chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck

"Nice to meet you Miles, I’m Y/n." You smiled at him

"Well, it’s nice to meet you too Y/n." And he smiled back.

You saw the clock and saw you’re running out of time

"Shit, Sorry I have to go, thank you for the book though."

Miles felt a little disappointed "Oh, okay, uhhh, see you around?"

You smiled and nodded your head "Sure, see you around then Miles."

As you walked away, he caught himself grinning.

[populartokyo]

mitsuya and reader on a christmas date! (seeing as u just finished s2!)

True Love…

Mitsuya x fem;Reader

Synopsis: On a quiet, snowy Christmas Eve, you wonder if Mitsuya will find time for you amid the chaos of his life.

I got my first request 🤗🤗, so the Christmas vibe ain’t matching YET. But I found the idea extremely cute, and so I came up with this story. Big disclaimer the Story plays on the 24th one day before the fight, I think that makes more sense like that. So and also, if you got more requests let me know! And also if you guys got something to criticize, please let me know! I hope you guys like this story, and Mitsuya is such a walking green flag😍

Snow fell gently over the quiet streets in Tokyo, dusting the sidewalks in snow . The world felt hushed and peaceful — a rare calm breeze for a city that barely slept.

You walked around the small park, where Mitsuya asked you to come, so you guys can celebrate Christmas Eve together.

As a Christmas gift you bought him a new set of premium sewing needles and thread spools.

As you kept waiting, you brushed your gloved hands together to keep them warm. It was no secret, Mitsuya always tends to arrive a bit later. But then also, you understand it. He has two sisters who he has to take care of and then his position as the captain for the second division of Toman. But then you broke out of your thoughts and saw Mitsuya is appearing behind a lamppost. He smiled at you and had snowflakes caught in his lavender hair, your heart skipped a beat.

“Hey”, he said softly “Sorry for the wait, had to finish hemming my sister’s Christmas dress, she’d kill me if it wasn’t done before tomorrow. ” He rubbed the back of his neck, a bit guilty.

“No it’s fine, I understand. ” You quickly dismissed and gave him a reassuring smile. That relief him and he held out his hand and asked “Come with me?” You took his hand, feeling the warmth in contrast to the crisp winter air.

The two of you wandered through the quiet streets, when a flake landed on his lavender hair, you couldn’t help yourself. “Hold still.” You reached up and brushed it off gently, only to see the faint pink rose in his cheeks.

He smirked “Hey, you checking out if my hair’s turning white already?”

“Maybe.” You teased “You do stress a lot.”

He chuckles and leaned closer “Oh yeah?” He leaned closer, and his eyes were glinting mischievously. “Then maybe I should take it out on someone.” And before you could even react, a soft thud hit your coat.

“Mitsuya!” You whined but grinned.

He laughed, really laughed.

You quickly scooped up a handful and threw it back on him. Now that made him raised an eyebrow and he also scooped another snowball and said mischievously “Oh, that’s what it is ?” But before the snowball even landed on you, you quickly ran through the park and laughed. Mitsuya chased after you and laughter echoing in the cold air. When he finally caught you, he grabbed your sleeve, to pull you back just enough to bump into him. Both of you stumbled, and his hands came up instinctively to steady you, resting on your waist. “Truce?” He whispered and chuckled, and you chuckled back “Truce.”

You both stood there for a moment , still laughing under your breaths. Until he suddenly cleared his throat and reached into his coat pocket. “Actually.” He started saying. “I, uh… have something for you.” You blinked as he pulled out a small, neatly wrapped package—simple brown paper, tied with a purple string. You smirked a bit “Mitsuya…?” He handed the package to you, eyes darting away “Go on. Open it.”

You carefully peeled the wrapping open—and your heart melted. It was a handmade scarf, soft and perfectly knit, a mix of gray and lavender threads with delicate snowflake patterns along the ends. “You made this?” You asked and smiled widely. He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly shy. “Yeah, I’ve been working on it for a while.” You held it up, running your fingers over the stitches—each one neat, precise, full of care “Thank you Mitsuya… it’s beautiful.”

“Here,” he said, stepping closer. “Let me.”

He gently wrapped the scarf around your neck, his fingers brushing against your skin. The warmth of the fabric and his touch made your heart melt.

Before you could say anything, you remembered that you also got a gift for him. You grinned reached into your tote bag. “Well, looks like we both came prepared.” Mitsuya smirked a bit “You got also something for me?” You handed him a box, he opened it, revealing a set of premium sewing needles and threads—the ones you’d seen him glance at in the shop weeks ago. His eyes widened slightly “You remembered that?” You smiled at his surprised expression “Of course, I notice things too.”

For a moment he didn’t said anything— just smiled like an idiot. That soft, genuine smile of his that said more than words ever could. Then he quickly put you into an embrace. “Thank you,” he murmured. “For being here. For everything.”

You smiled up at him. “You don’t have to thank me, Mitsuya.”

Snowflakes kept falling, landing softly in his lavender hair. He looked down at you, eyes warm and quiet. His hand came up to brush a stray flake from your cheek, fingertips lingering for just a heartbeat longer than they needed to.

“You know,” he said softly, “I think this might be my favorite Christmas.”

“Oh yeah?” you teased.

He chuckled, the sound melting into the hush of the night. “Yeah… because of this.”

He leaned in before you could answer — his lips meeting yours in a soft, slow kiss. The world around you seemed to fade, there was only him, his hands gently holding you, and the snow drifting like feathers through the light.

When he finally pulled away, his breath mingled with yours.

“Merry Christmas,” he whispered.

You smiled, still dazed.

“Merry Christmas, Mitsuya.”

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MILES G MORALES EARTH 42 HEADCANONS ,: .𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑

I think we’re all more than excited for Beyond the Spiderverse, but we all have to wait a bit ( what ain’t a problem cuz this movie should be peak cinema and they need their time).This movie had one of the most insane cliff hanger with ending the movie with Miles G Morales as the Prowler. To this day, people give him weird headcanons or mischaracterizing him in the worst way possible. I just know for a fact he’s gonna be an amazing character and I came up with some headcanons.

Doesn’t has many friends

I think after his dad died he cut off a lot of his so called "friends“. Probably because he was more distance and that annoyed them, or the friends just were very insensitive with this whole situation and they didn’t gave miles the comfort that he needed at that time. I’d like to say he got more close friends or only one friend who’s gonna be ganke probably. But he will never have a lot of friends, not because he can’t but because he just don’t want to. He learned after his grieving that he didn’t needed a bunch friends, just those who really gave two shits about him.

Probably a good cook

Hear me out, his mom is working most of the time so he needed to learn cooking by himself. At first, it was very hard but after time he got the rhythm and became a pretty decent cook. He’s still a lil lazy though, can’t blame him, I mean when he’s coming after patrolling he would eat the leftovers his mom would’ve left him there.

Loves Anime n Mangas

This one is actually half canon I would say. Cuz we saw some One Piece references in his room (in Miles 1615 room). And I bet it’s his fav anime (no I totally amnot saying this cuz One piece is my fav Anime 🙄🙄). His fav characters would either be Luffy (main character syndrome) and Law cuz idk Miles give me the vibes that he would like those cold ass characters. But he probably likes other Anime’s like Death Note, Bleach, Chainsaw Man, Soul Eater and he probably loves Ghibli Movies (but who doesn’t?)

Can bandage himself

Since his mom is a nurse, she did a first aid course with him. So yeah after patrolling or missions he is bandaging himself up all the time.

Wants to do something with art in the future

Unless like Miles 1615, Miles 42 is decent in physics but his heart belongs to Art. Miles doesn’t even think about doing something with Physics but his Mom (and his dad in the past) nag him about it. Aaron supports him though, cuz he supports his Nephew either ways.

Comes along with everyone

Despite him not having a lot of friends, he’s still not a complete loser as some people make him look like one. He’s this kind of person he’s nice to nice people but also rude and doesn’t care about rude mean people. And some people might think he’s rude asf cuz of his Resting bitch face but when you approach him you notice he’s polite and has good manners (cuz his mom raised him good). He ain’t exactly popular or even really known, I mean sure people acknowledge him and know who he is. But he’s not really one of the popular people.

So yeah if you got more headcanons let me now in the comments, doing them were so fun to do so if you want more of them please let me know 🙏🙏🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[populartokyo]

Must be Love on the brain . . .

Portgas D Ace X Fem; Nurse Reader

Synopsis: You are a student of Marco in Whitebeard‘s crew, you learn from Marco and work as a nurse on this ship. You bandage and take care of the Pirates there, some specific person needs to get bandaged and taken care of quite often, Portgas D Ace

Warnings: English is not my first language, it’s my second fanfic I’ve wrote and yeah I still need to learn a lot, I’ll accept criticism 😗. I appreciate the likes I got on my first story, thank you all so so much 🫶

As an understudy of Marco on Whitebeard’s ship the Moby dick, you work as a nurse for the pirates. This ship is well, quite extraordinary. The ship was alive almost every night with music, laughter, and sake, the kind of chaos only the Whitebeard Pirates could pull off. The whole ship was dominated by men and to be honest, it was difficult to find an attachment at first. But you quickly started to notice that the men on this ship were actually good behaved, towards you atleast. And Marco was a good friend of yours, almost like a big brother to you. Well, technically he was since everyone on this ship is Whitebeard’s son or in your case, daughter.

Whitebeard already called you his daughter, it was kind of weird to get used to it.

Your days fell into a rhythm: wake up, breakfast, lessons from Marco, patch up idiots who got themselves hurt, study more, get dragged to parties, collapse into bed, repeat.

And somewhere in all of that, Portgas D. Ace had found a way to wedge himself firmly into your routine.

He’s the infamous Fire Fist Ace. And what you quickly noticed about him, he might seem a bit rough on the edges, but in reality he’s a real gentleman. Very polite, very chill and calm, charismatic but also very reckless. That’s why he was like every day in Marco’s infirmary, and only because he knew you will be there. It would always be some bruises, headaches, he got his bones storted or whatever, there was nothing he didn’t had. But to be honest, it wouldn’t be a normal day or even a good day if he wouldn’t be. He is a very playful person but also kind of shy what you started to notice as soon as you had to touch him.

One afternoon, you were hunched over Marco’s desk, eyes drooping as you tried to force yourself through a stack of medical notes. You were seconds away from face-planting into the papers when a knock jolted you awake. “ Y/N ? Hey it’s me.” Your eyes shot open. You practically tripped over the stool getting to the door. There he was — taller than you, freckles scattered like constellations, lips curled into that crooked smile that made your stomach flip. “Oh—hey, Ace. Everything okay?” You asked, looking up to him. “Uh… yeah. Sort of. I, uh… I’ve got a concussion.” He said and you blinked. “…A concussion?” You asked, almost skeptical. “Yep. Big one.” He rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding your eyes. You sighed, stepping aside. “Come in. Sit down before you fall over or something.” And Ace quickly obeyed and plumped himself on the bed of the infirmary, he knows how this works by now. You closed all the books and went to him “What happened?” You asked. He looked down to his lap and hesitantly looked to you “What happened this time?” Ace fiddled with his lap, clearly scrambling for ideas. “Uh… was showing the newbies how to tie knots. Rope slipped, and bam—head met deck.” You winced. “That doesn’t sound good. You’ve gotta be more careful.” “I am careful,” he shot back quickly. You raised an eyebrow. “Right. Which is why I see you in here every day.” That shut him up. He crossed his arms and looked away. You shook your head and stepped closer, fingers gently combing through his hair to check for swelling. Ace got a little bit flustered and got goosebumps all over his body, which you didn’t got to notice, because you were to focused on the “bumps” on his head that were nowhere to be found. “Weird..” You mumbled to yourself and Ace looked up to you. “I’m not finding anything so far, when did this happened, does it even hurt?” Ace hums “Uh… like 20 minutes ago? And yeah it does hurt maybe you should-“ You cut him off “Yeah no I have no idea what to do I’m getting Marco.” And then Ace had panic, he didn’t wanted his lie to come out “NO NO! I mean- no. He’s probably busy or something..” You shook your head “I doubt that, it’s pretty quiet today. He knows what to do.” Ace tried to stop you but couldn’t because you left. Ace ran his hands over his face, now that’s gonna be embarrassing. He actually didn’t wanted to lie to you, he actually wanted you to notice that he lied and maybe even questioning him about that, but you never did. And now you bringing Marco ? That’s gonna be embarrassing…

“And he felt on his head but I don’t know what to do.” Ace heard as you and Marco came in. Ace averted his gaze to wherever, just not Marco’s eyes, and definitely not yours. Marco didn’t looked too happy about that, today it was a quiet day and now Ace had to come in between. Marco sighs and went to Ace while you stand next to Marco. “Alright, let me see..” Marco didn’t seemed to excited (now why would he ?) and looked on Ace’s head just to see there is really nothing. Marco raised an eyebrow and looked down to Ace, Ace tried to give Marco like an unimpressed look. But Marco noticed something’s off. “Ace follow my thumb.” Marco was waving his thumb left and right and Ace followed, then Marco lit a Flashlight in Ace’s eye. Nothing to be found. Ace’s seemed perfectly fine, atleast that he ain’t injured or has any concussion. But Marco saw Ace unsure and nervous expression when he would look into your direction. This made him smirk a bit “Ace let me check out on your pulse.” Ace eyes widened a bit but he didn’t wanted to make it even more awkward for him than it already was. So Marco took the Stethoscope and put it on Ace’s chest over his heart, where he could hear that Ace’s heart was beating like he would just come from a fight. Ace looked sheepishly but tried to hide it and Marco rubbed a hand on his face “Your heart is beating fast Ace.” You look a bit worried “It’s that bad?” You asked and Marco shook his head “Not medical at least” And then he turned back to Ace .“Seriously Ace? You wasting the Nurses time on stuff like that? Either you just really have a high blood pressure or just ask her if she wanna go out with you?” Ace looks mad and in disbelief to Marco “MARCO!” Marco was frustrated but also deep down a bit amused by the fact that Ace had a crush on you “You’re wasting the Nurse time! You think it’s funny to fake your injuries, don’t be so coward and just ask her out!” And so, he hit Ace’s head, and he actually got injured by that “OUCH MARCO, SERIOUSLY!?”. You were speechless at this whole Interaction, but as soon as Marco actually did hit Ace’s head, you can help and step in between “Marco stop that!” Not even caring that Ace was lying to you, you turned to Ace put your hands on his cheeks and analyzed his face, and Ace flushed “Seriously- I’m okay-.” You shook your head as you look over his head “No you’re not.” You said, and you turned to Marco who was watching you both. “And you, go out.” You said to Marco.

Later you were bandaging Ace’s head, he might actually get a conclusion by Marco’s punch. It wasn’t exactly awkward, but it was an unspoken atmosphere in the infirmary, since it was just the two of you guys. You were focused on the task, but you still can’t get over the fact that Ace was practically telling you lies the whole time, just so he can see you. That made your heart flutter a bit, even though he did it in the most stupid way to see you. You finally looked him in the eyes and he looked up to you with his apologetically dark eyes. Your expressions softened a bit and he asked hesitantly “You’re mad at me?” You couldn’t help but a small smile came upon your face and you shook your head “No.” He sighed and avoided your face “Don’t you think it’s… stupid ?” He asked again hesitantly and you chuckled softly “I mean… It is, yeah.” Ace scoffed, but chuckled and smiles because he was relieved that you took it so well. You still took care of him even though he lied. “You’re insane.” He murmured under his breath. “Coming from you is rich.” You answered back and Ace snickered, but didn’t disagreed. “Sooo… you lied every single time?” Ace shook his head “No… for the first time, I mean when I went here, to you, I- I liked it here. Not only because you took care of me, but also…. Because I like being around you,” He answered honestly, and your heart melted and you smiled down to him, and he briefly smiled back. “But there were also time I didn’t needed to fake it when I seriously got injured when Pops injured me, remember this one bump on my head?” You chuckled and nod your head, and Ace looked at you with awe, after a briefly moment Ace broke the silence. “You know… Marco was not wrong about one thing.” You looked at him and waited for him to continue “Yeah?” Ace smiled a bit, shyly almost “So… Can I… Ask you out?” And of course you couldn’t resist you don’t want to, so you quickly nodded your head “I would love to.” You answered and he exhaled in relief and he put his hand shyly on your arm. “You don’t know how much this means to me.” He said and smiled up to you, and you smiled back. Ace stood up and you had to look up to him again “Thank you for this anyway.” He motioned to his bandaged head, and for one second he was his usual snuggly self. But his expression softened again and he put his palm carefully on your cheek, he waited for you to back off but you didn’t, so he leaned in bit closer and asked barely above a whisper “Can I?” “Yeah.” You said back, and so he leaned in for a soft, gentle but yet in a hesitant kiss. When the kiss broke he looked back at you “I wanted to do this for a while.” He said genuinely.

[populartokyo]

Ain’t nobody’s business

Earth 42 Miles Morales x Fem Reader

Guys don’t judge, first of all english ain’t my first language. And I wanna change my whole page I want to be aesthetic but I have no idea how to do all of this fancy stuff, so if anyone can help out, I’d appreciate it 🙏. Anyways I’m just getting new into this so I accept criticism <3

Warnings: I have none

You and Miles have been together for a while now. He’s everything you could want in a boyfriend— He’s caring, affectionate, protective and makes always sure you’re safe and alright. But there’s one thing that always been a problem, his Chronic lateness.

Sometimes he’d cancel plans last minute, leaving you hanging with no expectations. He even once came with a bouquet of crushed flowers. He was looking at you with his apologetic expression he would always give you, when he knew he messed up. And then there were nights he came to you bruised and beaten. He hated it when you were worried—though you worried for him constantly. He would tell you the most lamest excuse. He never stopped you from patching him up though. Miles was aware how upset that made you. His excuses were always that he needed to help his mom, his Uncle or that he works on Graffiti’s. Maybe they were true, maybe not.

Either way, you still felt kind of neglected. He still checked out on you or texted you regularly. But you wanted him to show up for you, no distractions, no obligations, just you and him.

One night, looong after you’d fallen asleep, Miles slipped in through your bedroom window. He head a rough night as the Prowler. All he wanted and needed after his patrol, was you in his arms so he would know you’re with him and it’s just you and him asides from his own bullshit. As he slipped in, he saw that the moonlight cast a soft glow over your sleeping face. His features softened. Quietly, he peeled off his jacket, revealing the familiar Prowler suit beneath. He undressed in silence, hiding the suit where you wouldn’t find it. Now in only a tanktop and shorts, his body was covered in bruises and dried blood. But he didn’t cared for now, he just needed to hold you and breath you in. He gently lifted the covers and slipped in beside you. Wrapping his arms around you, he pulled you close, but carefully not to wake you. Your warmth, your scent—it grounded him. His fingers trailed through a strand of your hair, and he smiled softly to himself. If he could freeze time, he let it. And when he looks at your face, he wanted to protect you from any harm on this world. He loves you, and sometimes he thinks to himself why you’d put up with all of his bullshit, why you put up with his missed calls, his lame excuses, the canceled dates… even the bouquet of crushed flowers. But nevertheless, he’s a damn lucky guy and he’d do anything for you, just to see your smile. He still tries his best, but damn. If you only would know why all of that, that he’s the Prowler. Would you still love him? He didn’t wanted to think about that, he pressed a kiss on top of your head and held you to his chest. The warmth and motion stirred you from sleep, and you slight shifted in his arms. Miles noticed that and whispered softly “Did I Wake you, Baby? I’m sorry.” He kissed your head again, even more tenderly this time as a silent apology. You blinked, rubbing your eyes as your voice came out groggy “Miles?” He let out a quiet chuckle. “Yeah it’s me baby.” You have a tired laugh and looked up to him with half lidded eyes. “You snuck in again, didn’t you?” He rolled his eyes and grinned “What? Is it a crime that I want to see my girl?” You could barely see him in the darkness of your room, and the shadows didn’t help. So you reached over and turned on the light on your bedside table— only to see his faintly bruised face. “Miles… what happened ?” You asked, voice laced with worry. “It’s nothing.” He muttered, trying to pull you back onto his chest— but he winced and you didn’t let it happen. “Don’t lie to me. What happened?” He looked away, His eyes were tired, guilty. “Baby… I don’t wanna talk about it.” You sighed, didn’t press. Instead, you got out of the bed and walked towards the bathroom. Miles watched your figure disappear. He knew what you were doing. This wasn’t the first time. You’d patched him up more nights than he could count.

But tonight felt different.

He could sense it. You were more upset than usual. And for once, he didn’t even try to lie— he was too tired. He just wanted your comfort. You returned with the first aid kit and sat on the edge of the bed. You motioned him to sit up, and he obeyed, lifting up his tanktop. You cleaned his wounds, slow and careful, even as he gripped the sheets in pain he stayed quiet. When you reached his face, he flinched as you touched his bruised lip. “Sorry.” You muttered softly “it’s okay.” He whispered back softly.

As you finished bandaging him, he looked up at you with that familiar apologetic expression and gently took your hand in his.“I’m sorry,” he murmured, barely above a whisper. You didn’t respond with words. Instead, you leaned in and pressed a slow, tender kiss to his lips. He froze for a moment, surprised—but only for a heartbeat. Then he melted into it, kissing you back. One hand came up to cup your cheek, the other resting firmly on your waist, pulling you closer. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he guided you onto his lap, keeping you close like he never wanted to let go. The kiss broke, and he buried his head into your shoulder, holding you tighter. Your chest pressed against his, making him wince. "Miles—” "Please… just let me hold you.” He murmured and kissed your neck softly and relaxed into you. You held him, massaging his scalp. He loved that. Still, your voice came out barely above a whisper. “Miles… is everything okay?” He pulled back to look at you. His face was open, vulnerable… and nervous. He knew he couldn’t keep this secret any longer, he knew he had to tell you now or never. "Babe… I need to tell you something.”

That sentence alone sent a chill through you. "I’m listening,” you said, bracing yourself. He swallowed hard, his hands tightening around your waist. "Promise me you won’t hate me. Promise me nothing will change. Promise me you’ll still love me.” You’d never seen him this nervous. "Miles,” you said, trying to soothe him. "I’m serious. Promise me.” He said desperately. Your heart sank. “Is it that bad?” He didn’t answer at first. “Wait… are you cheating on me?” This sentence came out from your mouth before you could’ve stopped it. He blinked, stunned. "Seriously? That’s the first thing you accuse me to do?“ He scoffs and was clearly annoyed and somehow disappointed that you think that he’s cheating on you, he shakes his head ,,No, I do not cheat on you. I’d never do that.“ He sighs. I’m sorry… it’s just—” you hesitated, your voice cracking slightly. “You’ve been canceling our dates, and every time I go to your place, your mom says you’re not home. It just… feels like I’m bothering you.” You looked away . Miles’s expression softened with guilt as he quickly reached out, gently taking your chin between his fingers and turning your face back to his. “No, no, no… baby, look at me.” His gaze locked with yours, and in that moment, he saw it all, the hurt, the confusion, the quiet disappointment in your eyes. It hit him like a punch to the chest. "I would never cheat on you,” he said firmly, voice low but full of emotion. “I don’t even look at other girls. You’re it for me. Only you. I swear.” He took a breath, voice trembling just slightly. “I know I haven’t been there like I should’ve. And I’m so sorry for that. Really, I am. But don’t think for a second that you’re a burden. You’re not. You never have been.” He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, then pulled back, offering a faint, comforting smile. "If I could, I’d spend every second with you.” But despite the warmth of his words, your question still lingered, he hadn’t explained anything. "Then… why?” you asked quietly. Miles felt his chest tighten. He knew the truth had to come out. He couldn’t keep holding it in—if he didn’t tell you now, you’d both be stuck in this cycle of silence and half-truths. He looked away, jaw tense, nerves crawling up his spine. "Just… promise me—” You cut him off, your voice rising with desperation. “Miles, I promise. Anything. But please, just tell me the truth.” He stared at you for a long moment… then finally exhaled, slowly, and prepared to say the one thing he was terrified to let you hear. Miles inhaled sharply, steadying his nerves. “Okay… okay, here it goes.” He paused, eyes flickering to the floor for a beat before finally meeting yours again. "The reason I’m out late… the reason I cancel plans or disappear without warning—it’s because…” His voice dropped. “I’m the Prowler.” He watched your face closely, terrified of what he’d see. Rejection. Fear. Disgust. But you just stared at him, wide eyed, stunned, curious. "…Say something,” he whispered. “Please.” You blinked, pulling yourself out of the whirlwind in your head. “You’re serious?” Miles nodded slowly. “Y/N, I’ve never been more serious in my life. Only you and Uncle Aaron know. That’s it. No one else.” He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He held you tighter as he bit down on his bottom lip. It was a nervous habit he couldn’t break, especially not now. Not when he was this exposed. “If you don’t believe me,” he added quickly, “I can show you the suit. I have it here, hidden.” You were silent again, your brain racing as everything finally started to click. All the excuses, the bruises, the lies.

“Y/N… please,” Miles said again, his voice cracking slightly. “You’re freaking me out. Say something. Anything.” You finally looked up at him, your voice quiet. “Miles… I’m just… putting all the puzzle pieces together.” His shoulders tensed. Panic flashed in his eyes. His voice dipped lower, almost too quiet to hear. “Do you hate me now?” “God, Miles—no. No, I don’t hate you,” you said quickly, shaking your head. “I just… I don’t understand why you didn’t told me sooner.” Your voice was soft, trying to soothe him. Reassure him. Miles exhaled, his shoulders relaxing just a little. “I thought you’d be disappointed at me. Or worse, hate me,” he admitted quietly. “And it’s risky for you to even know, if anyone ever finds out you know who I am…” He trailed off, pulling you into his arms, holding you tightly like he was scared you’d slip away at any second. "I’m so sorry, baby,” he whispered, his voice thick with guilt. “I didn’t want to lie, I just… didn’t know how to tell you.” You could feel how tense he was, how vulnerable and desperate. Your heart broke for him, but you also understood. You wrapped your arms around him and held him close. "Hey, hey… Miles, it’s okay,” you murmured softly. “I still love you. That hasn’t changed.” Wanting to show him you meant it, you reached up, cupped his face gently in your hands, and kissed him. Slow. Sure. Like you weren’t scared of any part of him. The kiss caught him off guard for a second, but then he melted into it—his hand coming up to rest on your cheek, thumb brushing your skin. "I love you too, baby,” he said against your lips. When he pulled away, he looked at you like you were the only thing keeping him from falling apart. “You don’t… you don’t see me as dangerous?” he asked, hesitation flickering in his eyes. You shook your head immediately, firm. “No, baby. Never.” You leaned in and kissed his cheek. He flushed just a little but couldn’t stop the small smile that crept onto his face. Then he wrapped his arms around you again, pulling you tight into his chest, resting his head in the crook of your neck. For a moment, neither of you spoke. You just stayed like that, in the comfort of each other’s arms, breathing in sync. Miles’s hand moved slowly up and down your back, grounding himself with your warmth. Then, his voice broke the silence.“I’m always gonna protect you,” he murmured. “You know that, right?” You smiled against his shoulder. “I know.”

After a quiet moment, curiosity got the best of you. Your voice was playful but cautious. “So… now that you’ve told me the truth,” you said, glancing down at the bandages on his body, “can I ask… who did this to you?” Miles sighed, then smirked faintly. “Some dumbass criminals,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Let’s just say they’re not conscious anymore, mami.” You couldn’t help but laugh, and he chuckled with you, the tension finally lifting between you. He leaned back onto the bed, and you moved with him, lying gently on top of him. He wrapped his arms around you like you were something sacred, something he could never risk losing. His chin rested lightly on top of your head, and you could feel the steady beat of his heart under your cheek.

He held you like something fragile and irreplaceable, his hand sliding under the hem of your shirt just to feel the warmth of your skin against his palm. His chin rested lightly on top of your head, and for a while, the only sound was the rhythm of his heartbeat, steady beneath your ear. “You’re really not mad?” he asked, voice low. You lifted your head just enough to look at him, brushing your fingers along his jaw. “A bit.” Miles chuckled a bit, but his expression still a bit apologetic.

“But,” you added, your voice soft but certain. “You can be the Prowler, you can carry the whole damn city on your back but you’ll always be my Miles first.” He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he leaned up, kissing you like he finally understood you weren’t going anywhere. It was slow and deep something that felt like a promise in itself. And when he pulled away, his voice cracked just a little.

“You have no idea what that means to me.”He smiled against your lips.

And just like that, the storm outside his world quieted. Because no matter how loud life got, no matter how brutal his nights became—he had this.

He had you.

And that was enough to keep going.