Ainât nobodyâs business
Earth 42 Miles Morales x Fem Reader
Guys donât judge, first of all english ainât 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, Iâd appreciate it đ. Anyways Iâm just getting new into this so I accept criticism <3
You and Miles have been together for a while now. Heâs everything you could want in a boyfriendâ Heâs caring, affectionate, protective and makes always sure youâre safe and alright. But thereâs one thing that always been a problem, his Chronic lateness.
Sometimes heâd 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 worriedâthough 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 Graffitiâs. 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 youâd 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 youâre with him and itâs 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 wouldnât find it. Now in only a tanktop and shorts, his body was covered in bruises and dried blood. But he didnât 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 scentâit 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 youâd 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, heâs a damn lucky guy and heâd 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 heâs the Prowler. Would you still love him? He didnât 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 âDid I Wake you, Baby? Iâm sorry.â 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 âMiles?â He let out a quiet chuckle. âYeah itâs me baby.â You have a tired laugh and looked up to him with half lidded eyes. âYou snuck in again, didnât you?â He rolled his eyes and grinned âWhat? Is it a crime that I want to see my girl?â You could barely see him in the darkness of your room, and the shadows didnât help. So you reached over and turned on the light on your bedside tableâ only to see his faintly bruised face. âMiles⊠what happened ?â You asked, voice laced with worry. âItâs nothing.â He muttered, trying to pull you back onto his chestâ but he winced and you didnât let it happen. âDonât lie to me. What happened?â He looked away, His eyes were tired, guilty. âBaby⊠I donât wanna talk about it.â You sighed, didnât 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 wasnât the first time. Youâd 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 didnât even try to lieâ 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. âSorry.â You muttered softly âitâs okay.â 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.âIâm sorry,â he murmured, barely above a whisper. You didnât respond with words. Instead, you leaned in and pressed a slow, tender kiss to his lips. He froze for a moment, surprisedâbut 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. "Milesââ "Please⊠just let me hold you.â 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. âMiles⊠is everything okay?â He pulled back to look at you. His face was open, vulnerable⊠and nervous. He knew he couldnât keep this secret any longer, he knew he had to tell you now or never. "Babe⊠I need to tell you something.â
That sentence alone sent a chill through you. "Iâm listening,â you said, bracing yourself. He swallowed hard, his hands tightening around your waist. "Promise me you wonât hate me. Promise me nothing will change. Promise me youâll still love me.â Youâd never seen him this nervous. "Miles,â you said, trying to soothe him. "Iâm serious. Promise me.â He said desperately. Your heart sank. âIs it that bad?â He didnât answer at first. âWait⊠are you cheating on me?â This sentence came out from your mouth before you couldâve stopped it. He blinked, stunned. "Seriously? Thatâs the first thing you accuse me to do?â He scoffs and was clearly annoyed and somehow disappointed that you think that heâs cheating on you, he shakes his head ,,No, I do not cheat on you. Iâd never do that.â He sighs. Iâm sorry⊠itâs justââ you hesitated, your voice cracking slightly. âYouâve been canceling our dates, and every time I go to your place, your mom says youâre not home. It just⊠feels like Iâm bothering you.â You looked away . Milesâs expression softened with guilt as he quickly reached out, gently taking your chin between his fingers and turning your face back to his. âNo, no, no⊠baby, look at me.â 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,â he said firmly, voice low but full of emotion. âI donât even look at other girls. Youâre it for me. Only you. I swear.â He took a breath, voice trembling just slightly. âI know I havenât been there like I shouldâve. And Iâm so sorry for that. Really, I am. But donât think for a second that youâre a burden. Youâre not. You never have been.â He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, then pulled back, offering a faint, comforting smile. "If I could, Iâd spend every second with you.â But despite the warmth of his words, your question still lingered, he hadnât explained anything. "Then⊠why?â you asked quietly. Miles felt his chest tighten. He knew the truth had to come out. He couldnât keep holding it inâif he didnât tell you now, youâd both be stuck in this cycle of silence and half-truths. He looked away, jaw tense, nerves crawling up his spine. "Just⊠promise meââ You cut him off, your voice rising with desperation. âMiles, I promise. Anything. But please, just tell me the truth.â 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. âOkay⊠okay, here it goes.â He paused, eyes flickering to the floor for a beat before finally meeting yours again. "The reason Iâm out late⊠the reason I cancel plans or disappear without warningâitâs becauseâŠâ His voice dropped. âIâm the Prowler.â He watched your face closely, terrified of what heâd see. Rejection. Fear. Disgust. But you just stared at him, wide eyed, stunned, curious. "âŠSay something,â he whispered. âPlease.â You blinked, pulling yourself out of the whirlwind in your head. âYouâre serious?â Miles nodded slowly. âY/N, Iâve never been more serious in my life. Only you and Uncle Aaron know. Thatâs it. No one else.â 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 couldnât break, especially not now. Not when he was this exposed. âIf you donât believe me,â he added quickly, âI can show you the suit. I have it here, hidden.â You were silent again, your brain racing as everything finally started to click. All the excuses, the bruises, the lies.
âY/N⊠please,â Miles said again, his voice cracking slightly. âYouâre freaking me out. Say something. Anything.â You finally looked up at him, your voice quiet. âMiles⊠Iâm just⊠putting all the puzzle pieces together.â His shoulders tensed. Panic flashed in his eyes. His voice dipped lower, almost too quiet to hear. âDo you hate me now?â âGod, Milesâno. No, I donât hate you,â you said quickly, shaking your head. âI just⊠I donât understand why you didnât told me sooner.â Your voice was soft, trying to soothe him. Reassure him. Miles exhaled, his shoulders relaxing just a little. âI thought youâd be disappointed at me. Or worse, hate me,â he admitted quietly. âAnd itâs risky for you to even know, if anyone ever finds out you know who I amâŠâ He trailed off, pulling you into his arms, holding you tightly like he was scared youâd slip away at any second. "Iâm so sorry, baby,â he whispered, his voice thick with guilt. âI didnât want to lie, I just⊠didnât know how to tell you.â 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, itâs okay,â you murmured softly. âI still love you. That hasnât changed.â Wanting to show him you meant it, you reached up, cupped his face gently in your hands, and kissed him. Slow. Sure. Like you werenât scared of any part of him. The kiss caught him off guard for a second, but then he melted into itâhis hand coming up to rest on your cheek, thumb brushing your skin. "I love you too, baby,â he said against your lips. When he pulled away, he looked at you like you were the only thing keeping him from falling apart. âYou donât⊠you donât see me as dangerous?â he asked, hesitation flickering in his eyes. You shook your head immediately, firm. âNo, baby. Never.â You leaned in and kissed his cheek. He flushed just a little but couldnât 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 otherâs arms, breathing in sync. Milesâs hand moved slowly up and down your back, grounding himself with your warmth. Then, his voice broke the silence.âIâm always gonna protect you,â he murmured. âYou know that, right?â You smiled against his shoulder. âI know.â
After a quiet moment, curiosity got the best of you. Your voice was playful but cautious. âSo⊠now that youâve told me the truth,â you said, glancing down at the bandages on his body, âcan I ask⊠who did this to you?â Miles sighed, then smirked faintly. âSome dumbass criminals,â he muttered, shaking his head. âLetâs just say theyâre not conscious anymore, mami.â You couldnât 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. âYouâre really not mad?â he asked, voice low. You lifted your head just enough to look at him, brushing your fingers along his jaw. âA bit.â Miles chuckled a bit, but his expression still a bit apologetic.
âBut,â you added, your voice soft but certain. âYou can be the Prowler, you can carry the whole damn city on your back but youâll always be my Miles first.â He didnât answer right away. Instead, he leaned up, kissing you like he finally understood you werenât 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.
âYou have no idea what that means to me.âHe 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 becameâhe had this.
And that was enough to keep going.
