Aināt nobodyās business
Earth 42 Miles Morales x Fem Reader
Guys donāt judge, first of all english aināt 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, Iād appreciate it š. Anyways Iām just getting new into this so I accept criticism <3
You and Miles have been together for a while now. Heās everything you could want in a boyfriendā Heās caring, affectionate, protective and makes always sure youāre safe and alright. But thereās one thing that always been a problem, his Chronic lateness.
Sometimes heād 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 worriedāthough 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 Graffitiās. 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 youād 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 youāre with him and itās 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 wouldnāt find it. Now in only a tanktop and shorts, his body was covered in bruises and dried blood. But he didnāt 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 scentāit 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 youād put up with all of his bullshit, why you put up with his missed calls, his lame excuses, the canceled datesā¦ even the bouquet of crushed flowers. But nevertheless, heās a damn lucky guy and heād 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 heās the Prowler. Would you still love him? He didnāt 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 āDid I Wake you, Baby? Iām sorry.ā 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 āMiles?ā He let out a quiet chuckle. āYeah itās me baby.ā You have a tired laugh and looked up to him with half lidded eyes. āYou snuck in again, didnāt you?ā He rolled his eyes and grinned āWhat? Is it a crime that I want to see my girl?ā You could barely see him in the darkness of your room, and the shadows didnāt help. So you reached over and turned on the light on your bedside tableā only to see his faintly bruised face. āMilesā¦ what happened ?ā You asked, voice laced with worry. āItās nothing.ā He muttered, trying to pull you back onto his chestā but he winced and you didnāt let it happen. āDonāt lie to me. What happened?ā He looked away, His eyes were tired, guilty. āBabyā¦ I donāt wanna talk about it.ā You sighed, didnāt 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 wasnāt the first time. Youād 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 didnāt even try to lieā 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. āSorry.ā You muttered softly āitās okay.ā 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.āIām sorry,ā he murmured, barely above a whisper. You didnāt respond with words. Instead, you leaned in and pressed a slow, tender kiss to his lips. He froze for a moment, surprisedābut 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. "Milesāā "Pleaseā¦ just let me hold you.ā 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. āMilesā¦ is everything okay?ā He pulled back to look at you. His face was open, vulnerableā¦ and nervous. He knew he couldnāt keep this secret any longer, he knew he had to tell you now or never. "Babeā¦ I need to tell you something.ā
That sentence alone sent a chill through you. "Iām listening,ā you said, bracing yourself. He swallowed hard, his hands tightening around your waist. "Promise me you wonāt hate me. Promise me nothing will change. Promise me youāll still love me.ā Youād never seen him this nervous. "Miles,ā you said, trying to soothe him. "Iām serious. Promise me.ā He said desperately. Your heart sank. āIs it that bad?ā He didnāt answer at first. āWaitā¦ are you cheating on me?ā This sentence came out from your mouth before you couldāve stopped it. He blinked, stunned. "Seriously? Thatās the first thing you accuse me to do?ā He scoffs and was clearly annoyed and somehow disappointed that you think that heās cheating on you, he shakes his head ,,No, I do not cheat on you. Iād never do that.ā He sighs. Iām sorryā¦ itās justāā you hesitated, your voice cracking slightly. āYouāve been canceling our dates, and every time I go to your place, your mom says youāre not home. It justā¦ feels like Iām bothering you.ā You looked away . Milesās expression softened with guilt as he quickly reached out, gently taking your chin between his fingers and turning your face back to his. āNo, no, noā¦ baby, look at me.ā 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,ā he said firmly, voice low but full of emotion. āI donāt even look at other girls. Youāre it for me. Only you. I swear.ā He took a breath, voice trembling just slightly. āI know I havenāt been there like I shouldāve. And Iām so sorry for that. Really, I am. But donāt think for a second that youāre a burden. Youāre not. You never have been.ā He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, then pulled back, offering a faint, comforting smile. "If I could, Iād spend every second with you.ā But despite the warmth of his words, your question still lingered, he hadnāt explained anything. "Thenā¦ why?ā you asked quietly. Miles felt his chest tighten. He knew the truth had to come out. He couldnāt keep holding it ināif he didnāt tell you now, youād both be stuck in this cycle of silence and half-truths. He looked away, jaw tense, nerves crawling up his spine. "Justā¦ promise meāā You cut him off, your voice rising with desperation. āMiles, I promise. Anything. But please, just tell me the truth.ā He stared at you for a long momentā¦ then finally exhaled, slowly, and prepared to say the one thing he was terrified to let you hear. Miles inhaled sharply, steadying his nerves. āOkayā¦ okay, here it goes.ā He paused, eyes flickering to the floor for a beat before finally meeting yours again. "The reason Iām out lateā¦ the reason I cancel plans or disappear without warningāitās becauseā¦ā His voice dropped. āIām the Prowler.ā He watched your face closely, terrified of what heād see. Rejection. Fear. Disgust. But you just stared at him, wide eyed, stunned, curious. "ā¦Say something,ā he whispered. āPlease.ā You blinked, pulling yourself out of the whirlwind in your head. āYouāre serious?ā Miles nodded slowly. āY/N, Iāve never been more serious in my life. Only you and Uncle Aaron know. Thatās it. No one else.ā 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 couldnāt break, especially not now. Not when he was this exposed. āIf you donāt believe me,ā he added quickly, āI can show you the suit. I have it here, hidden.ā You were silent again, your brain racing as everything finally started to click. All the excuses, the bruises, the lies.
āY/Nā¦ please,ā Miles said again, his voice cracking slightly. āYouāre freaking me out. Say something. Anything.ā You finally looked up at him, your voice quiet. āMilesā¦ Iām justā¦ putting all the puzzle pieces together.ā His shoulders tensed. Panic flashed in his eyes. His voice dipped lower, almost too quiet to hear. āDo you hate me now?ā āGod, Milesāno. No, I donāt hate you,ā you said quickly, shaking your head. āI justā¦ I donāt understand why you didnāt told me sooner.ā Your voice was soft, trying to soothe him. Reassure him. Miles exhaled, his shoulders relaxing just a little. āI thought youād be disappointed at me. Or worse, hate me,ā he admitted quietly. āAnd itās risky for you to even know, if anyone ever finds out you know who I amā¦ā He trailed off, pulling you into his arms, holding you tightly like he was scared youād slip away at any second. "Iām so sorry, baby,ā he whispered, his voice thick with guilt. āI didnāt want to lie, I justā¦ didnāt know how to tell you.ā 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, heyā¦ Miles, itās okay,ā you murmured softly. āI still love you. That hasnāt changed.ā Wanting to show him you meant it, you reached up, cupped his face gently in your hands, and kissed him. Slow. Sure. Like you werenāt scared of any part of him. The kiss caught him off guard for a second, but then he melted into itāhis hand coming up to rest on your cheek, thumb brushing your skin. "I love you too, baby,ā he said against your lips. When he pulled away, he looked at you like you were the only thing keeping him from falling apart. āYou donātā¦ you donāt see me as dangerous?ā he asked, hesitation flickering in his eyes. You shook your head immediately, firm. āNo, baby. Never.ā You leaned in and kissed his cheek. He flushed just a little but couldnāt 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 otherās arms, breathing in sync. Milesās hand moved slowly up and down your back, grounding himself with your warmth. Then, his voice broke the silence.āIām always gonna protect you,ā he murmured. āYou know that, right?ā You smiled against his shoulder. āI know.ā
After a quiet moment, curiosity got the best of you. Your voice was playful but cautious. āSoā¦ now that youāve told me the truth,ā you said, glancing down at the bandages on his body, ācan I askā¦ who did this to you?ā Miles sighed, then smirked faintly. āSome dumbass criminals,ā he muttered, shaking his head. āLetās just say theyāre not conscious anymore, mami.ā You couldnāt 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. āYouāre really not mad?ā he asked, voice low. You lifted your head just enough to look at him, brushing your fingers along his jaw. āA bit.ā Miles chuckled a bit, but his expression still a bit apologetic.
āBut,ā you added, your voice soft but certain. āYou can be the Prowler, you can carry the whole damn city on your back but youāll always be my Miles first.ā He didnāt answer right away. Instead, he leaned up, kissing you like he finally understood you werenāt 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.
āYou have no idea what that means to me.āHe 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 becameāhe had this.
And that was enough to keep going.
