#miles x reader

[sadiesillyberry]

hihi guys update againnnnnnn

this chapter is gonna be like rly long ive been working on it all day so it’s probably gonna be posted late but DEFF TONIGHT with the power of love island and ice cream

[sadiesillyberry]

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.

a/n: new series ayyyy

[acheruib]

Miles Morales x Reader

warning: some mentions of blood & minor injuries, hurt/comfort fluff

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The neon green numbers on your alarm clock glow 2:03 am. You really should be asleep since you have a massive calculus exam tomorrow, but you're slumped over your desk, desperately trying to memorize formulas. Your headphones are blasted, a chill lo-fi beat playing to keep your brain alive.

Right in the middle of a song, a heavy, dull thud hits your window screen. it sounds like a wet sandbag slammed into the glass.

"What the heck was that?.." You mutter, pulling your headphones down around your neck as you get up to open the window and check what caused the sound. 

You're expecting a bird or some cruel prank, definitely not what you saw, which is a soaked figure in a torn up black-and-red suit collapsing onto your sill. 

Before you have time to process the fact that Spiderman is bleeding on your school dorm windowsill, he groans, pulls his mask up past his nose to breathe, and you instantly recognize your quiet classmate, Miles.

It seems he's too exhausted to climb up to his dorm room.

"Please don't call the cops... or my parents" He mutters quietly.

"Of course not" You immediately answer out of instinct.

You reach out and grab his shoulders, pulling him inside. He's deceptively heavy, his muscles dense, and you stumble back a bit under his weight.

"Jeez, what happened?" You ask, trying to steady him.

Miles just groans in reply, his head rolling back as he lets out a weak sigh.

You guide him over and put him right on your bed. The expensive, light-colored blanket your mom bought you for college is immediately soaked with murky rain water and a smear of dark blood, but you find yourself not really caring anymore. Right now, your classmate is hurt.

"Stay here," you say softly, pressing a gentle hand to his uninjured shoulder to keep him anchored.

Miles nods weakly, his eyes already fluttering shut as his head hits your pillow.

You rush into your tiny en-suite bathroom, tearing through your cabinets. You grab a pack of antiseptic wipes, a bottle of saline, and a handful of the biggest bandaids you can find.

When you come back into the bedroom, he looks completely ready to fall asleep right then and there. His eyes are closed and his breathing is shallow.

"Hey, stay awake for just a second," you murmur, kneeling on the mattress beside him. "I have to clean you up first."

You gently start wiping the blood and rain from his forehead. Miles winces, his brow furrowing as the antiseptic stings his skin. He opens his eyes just a crack, looking at you with a mixture of gratitude and intense embarrassment.

"M'sorry," he mumbles. "Ruining your carpet... your bed... I'm sorry."

"Stop apologizing, Miles. Just breathe," You whisper, wiping away a streak of grime from his cheek.

You move down to his shoulder where the black fabric of the suit is badly shredded, exposing a nasty, jagged scratch that's still oozing blood. You carefully clean the edges and press a large bandaid firmly over the wound.

Once the bleeding stops, he looks good to go. You try to nudge him to stay on the bed or at least move to the small futon couch across the room, but he stubbornly shakes his head. 

He slides off the mattress and slumps onto the floor, propping his back against the side of your bed. He didn't wanna walk over to your couch; he's just too dead to the world.

Within seconds, his chin drops to his chest, his breathing deepening into a heavy sleep. You stare at him for a moment, marveling at how the city's biggest hero looks so small sleeping on your cheap dorm rug. You pull your extra comforter off the desk chair and gently drape it over his shoulders.

You wake up the next morning to find your window open, a breeze blowing the curtains, and a tiny, hand-written sticky note on your desk that reads: 

"thank you IOU big time. pls don't tell anybody my identity -m"

You smile, a soft chuckle escaping your lips as you peel the note off the paper. You walk over to the open frame and look out the window, shielding your eyes from the sun.

Far off in the distance, between the tall brick buildings of brooklyn, you can see a tiny black-and-red figure swinging effortlessly through the city skyline, catching the morning light like he always does.

The whole city watches him every day, but now you know exactly who's under the mask. And as you look down at the messy handwriting in your hand, you think that's oddly sweet.

[frickingnerd]

miles seeing his s/o in formal attire for the first time

pairing: miles edgeworth x gn!reader

tags: established romantic relationship, making out in secret, tiny bit suggestive, smitten & flustered!miles

miles edgeworth is normally so well put together that rarely anything can phase him, but seeing you in formal attire for the first time? yeah, that gets a reaction out of him!

despite having dated you for a while now and having seen you in various outfits, he's never seen you in something as elegant and classy as this!

this might be the first time you ever hear him stutter, as miles stumbles over his words to get out a compliment that sounds genuine but doesn't come over too strong!

if you politely take the compliment, miles will be stealing glances at you the entire evening, unable to keep his eyes off you!

but if you tease him about how flustered he is around you? well, then he'll be unable to keep his hands off you for the night…

having you tease him snaps miles out of his nervousness and gets him to do what he really wants to do when seeing you in this outfit: make out with you!

you just look so good and he knows he'll never get a chance like this again any time soon! so as soon as he finds a quiet place, miles will be all over you, kissing you, while also pulling away every few minutes to admire how good you look in that outfit…

[miyaz6ki]

Hiya!! Can you please do some hcs for Edgeworth with a long term partner reader who ends up becoming a judge, post investigations games!!

miles edgeworth who fell in love with a judge !!

ʚ♡ɞฺ　　main m.list　&　ace attorney m.list　ྀིᨯ — cw. fluff, pre & during relationship, i haven't played ace attorney in a while please don't mind if any of these don't make sense skhdskdhjsdhsjdh

ꫂ᭪݁ miles edgeworth is a man of privacy, if he loves, it's gonna have to be someone he's familiar with, someone who knows him, someone he could just be with. and that happened to be you; when you were doing your own cases,

he fell for you when you both started studying law, and he can admit he didn't want to say it to himself either; but even when he was a brat, and only strived for corrupt success, evidently his heart was always taken,

i'd say he asked you to be his partner somewhere around investigation collections honestly. BUUUUUT i also wanna add you both were probably in a no label relationship a little before that :3

franziska knew about his feelings about you before he did.

in cases where he feels like giving him, he just thinks about coming home to you and suddenly the bitchy white man he has to get a statement from is worth it.

~ post game ; you're already a judge! ~

if someone were to ask him about you, he'd probably reply something like:

"...what? how did you come to know of them?" ... "oh, the... ahem, photo on my desk? well, yes, they are quite special to me. they were a pillar of my career, now they've become an amazing jud- hold on, we're going off topic."

probably helps you gather your thoughts about certain cases, especially when they consider morality and law. he's gonna be telling you the perspectives of both sides and ask you on your opinion,

franziska only ever invites you two over to see you.

why doesn't she just invite only you? well... she thinks you're more of a package deal, it'd be a waste to see only the sun without its moon. (don't tell him she said that though, he's a very ugly moon)

sometimes you guys just sit by the balcony when the parties you two attended are over. he thinks that's the happiest he's ever been, getting to sit in comfortable silence while holding you close.

reminds you on the daily not to overwork yourself. no matter what judgement you make, he always makes sure you don't overexert your head trying to take in information from both sides simultaneously.

blegh yall are so cute ewww !!!

[shiunboku]

Miles Morales

Plot: Reader becomes Miles' Spanish tutor

Timeline: after atsv and bstv

Mainly fluff!

gn!reader

Word count: 1600 words

Normal text = normal thingy

Small text = translation (Spanish → English)

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After ATSV and BTSV, Miles has saved his dad, returned to his dimension, and is processing everything. He's exhausted, traumatized, but healing. He's better now with everything solved but there's one problem...

His B in Spanish, Rio Morales wasn't done with how her son could have a B in Spanish. So she started looking for a tutor for him.

The first tutor was an older woman named Señora Alvarez. She was strict, no-nonsense, and spoke only in Spanish during sessions. Miles liked her... but a villain attack interrupted their third session, and he showed up forty minutes late. She quit.

The second tutor was a college student named Diego. He didn't seem to care if Miles showed up late. Then Miles missed two sessions in a row -Rhino, then a building fire-. Diego stopped returning his texts.

The third tutor lasted one session. Miles's phone went off during their meeting -a bank robbery with heists- and Miles had to run out mid-sentence. The tutor left a note: "I don't work with flaky students."

Rio was losing patience.

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Then, after a week and insistence of his mother to stop making tutors quit. Miles met his fourth Spanish tutor, someone that was about his age.

[Reader] showed up on a Tuesday afternoon.

Rio introduced you. Latinx, with warm eyes and a calm demeanor. You sure didn't look like the other tutors... no judgment, no skepticism. Just... curiosity.

"Hi," you said. "I'm [Reader]. Your mom says you need help with Spanish."

Miles rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed. "Yeah. I mean- sí. Yes. I grew up speaking it, pero... But... writing it is..."

"Hard?"

"Diferente. Different." He shrugged. "Like, I know how it sounds, you know? Pero cuando tengo que escribirlo- But when I need to write it down-" He made a frustrated gesture. "Se me olvida todo. I forget everything."

You smiled. "I get it. My family's the same way. We speak Spanglish at home, but then you get to class and suddenly you're supposed to know all the rules you learned just- speaking and growing up..."

Miles felt something loosen in his chest. "Sí, exactamente. Yes, exactly. Like, my abuela, my grandma, she only speaks to me in Spanish, y yo le respondo en Spanish, and I answer her in Spanish, but then the teacher says 'conjugate this verb' y yo- and i-" He shook his head. "No sé... I don't know..."

"We'll figure it out," you said. No judgment.

They sat down at the kitchen table. Rio watched from the doorway, arms crossed, looking hopeful.

For the first time, Miles thought maybe this one would work.

Then the first session began.

[Reader] started simple. Not with verb conjugations or grammar rules, no, with conversation.

"Tell me about your day," you said. "In Spanish. Don't worry about being perfect."

Miles hesitated. "Mi día fue... largo. My day was... long"

"Largo? long?"

"Long. Tuve- I had-" He stopped, almost said patrol, caught himself. "Tuve muchas... cosas que hacer. I had many... things to do. "

"Perfect. ¿Qué tipo de cosas? What type of things?"

Miles relaxed a little. "Uh — escuela, obvio. Y ayudar a mi amigo Gankee con su... robot? School, obviously. And helping my friend Gankee with his... Robot?" He made a face. "No sé si se dice 'robot' en español. I don't know if 'robot' is said correctly in Spanish"

*Robot is the same. You're good."

"Gracias. Y también- Thanks. And also-" He paused, thinking. "Mi mamá estaba cocinando. Pasteles. Así que tuve que-... My mom was cooking. Cakes. So I had to... how do you say 'taste test'?"

"Probar. 'Tuve que probar.' Try it. 'I had to try it'"

"Tuve que probar, I had to try it," Miles said. "Porque ella siempre dice that my abuela's recipe is- Because she always says that my grandma's recipe is-" He switched mid-sentence without noticing and sighed to himself. "Mi mamá says I need to practice más. My mom says I need to practice more. To speak more Español and not only Spanglish... But I'm always busy."

[Reader] was smiling now, genuinely. "Your Spanish is better than you think. You just need to trust yourself."

Miles felt warm. Not embarrassed- warm. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. You switch between languages naturally. That's not a problem... that's bilingualism. We just need to work on writing it down."

"Okay," Miles said. "I can do that."

"Same time tomorrow?"

"Yeah."

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Miles started showing up on time.

Not always — Spider-Man still interrupted — but he tried. He'd text [Reader] if he was going to be late. "Emergency. Ten minutes." Or "Running late. Save me a seat."

You never got mad. You just said, "No problem. We'll start when you get here."

Rio noticed. "You like this tutor," she said one night, not a question, more like a statement, as if wanting for Miles to admit something.

"They're... good," Miles said. "They don't yell at me when I'm late."

"I like them." Rio said with a smile.

Miles's ears went red. He didn't tell his mom that the reason he was showing up on time wasn't just because [Reader] was patient. It was because his heart did something stupid every time you smiled.

A crush... He started developing a crush on his Spanish tutor

It happened slowly, then all at once.

The way you laughed when he made a bad joke. The way you tilted your head when you were thinking. The way you said "Buen trabajo. Good job " like you meant it.

...

Miles started finding excuses to stay after sessions.

"Do you need help packing up?"

"No, I've got it."

"Do you want water? Coffee? Empanadas?"

You laughed. "You don't have to bribe me to keep tutoring you."

"I'm not- I'm just-" He stopped. His ears were red.

You looked at him, something soft in your expression. "Eres lindo cuando estás nervioso. You're cute when you're flustered."

Miles's brain short-circuited. He understood that and it made him even get redder for the fact you were almost flirting with him "I'm not- I'm not flustered-"

"Okay."

"I'm not."

You smiled, packed your bag, and headed for the door. "Same time tomorrow. Don't be late."

"I won't."

You left. Miles put his head on the table and groaned.

Gankee, who had been watching from the other side of the room, walked over. "You've got it bad."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You're blushing."

"It's warm in here."

"It's January."

"Global warming."

Ganke shook his head. "You're hopeless."

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A few weeks later, Miles was in the middle of a session when his phone buzzed.

Spider-Man emergency. Building collapse in downtown Brooklyn.

He glanced at [Reader]. You were explaining the difference between por and para, completely unaware.

"I have to go," Miles said.

You looked up. "Now?"

"Emergency. I'm sorry- I'll be back-"

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I just-" He was already standing, grabbing his jacket. "I'll text you."

You didn't ask questions. You just nodded. "Be safe."

Miles stopped. "What?"

"You said it's an emergency. Go. We'll finish when you get back."

No judgment. No anger. Just... trust.

Miles wanted to kiss you.

He didn't. He ran.

...

He came back two hours later, exhausted and bruised. The reader was still at the kitchen table, reading a book, waiting.

"You waited." He murmured, surprised.

"I said I would." You answered with a shrug.

Miles sat down across from them. His heart was pounding. It was weird. It felt weird. Having all these little heart attacks just because you were patient with the mess of his life... It made his heart warm and he didn't know what to do about it.

He forgot how to breathe.

"I-" he started.

"You don't have to explain," you said. "Whatever you're doing, wherever you're running off to... it's not my business. But I'm not going to quit on you. Not like the others."

"Why not?"

You smiled. "Because you're trying. That's all I need."

Miles reached across the table. Took your hand. You didn't pull away.

"Thank you," he said. "I meant it- thank you... You're so patient and understanding that it makes my head spin"

That simple phrase made your own heart skip a beat. That you made his heart skip a beat? Gosh- that was a lot to take... But it made you happy, it made you think for a moment that... That maybe giving subtle hints in Spanish about how cute he was, was finally working

He took a long pause before continuing. Testing if you let go of his hand or not. And when you didn't, his stomach got butterflies in it.

"that's why... I want to ask you out" Miles voice grew quieter and shy. "To hang out of course! Just the two of us hanging out besides tutoring... Not like a date- more like two friends?" He cringed to himself "unless you want it to be a date of course..."

Miles looked up at you with his big doe eyes. Waiting for a response on his small confession that he tried to hide.

"sure..." You muttered slowly, getting your cheek red as Miles' ones "we can try... Going on a date this weekend"

"this weekend? Sure!" Miles' eyes brightened hearing your acceptance to not only hang out but to go on a date! Finally! Luck was on his side! "Where do you want to go? There's this cool spot I found not so far from here and-"

His smile was so bright that you could swear it could light the whole world instead of the sun. His dimples were on sight as he rambled about all the places you guys could go for a first date.

[daskieisblue]

Miles Quaritch ~ Bad Day Comfort

You are a scientist on the ship who is in a new public relationship with Miles. You have spent the last year keeping it a secret, but now you are public you realise you can go to him in a time of need. When your day just keeps getting worse, so does your anxiety, resulting with you feet leading you towards the Marine side of the ship - Miles’ office.

Thanks for all the support on my first post a few days ago! Doesnt go un-appreciated :)

Also - cba to proofread this :)

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I know. I know I shouldn’t.

I just...almost need to. I need to see him and for him to tell me its all going to be okay. Its not like we are a secret anymore but it doesnt mean I can disturb him at work like this.

Just today. I never do this and I just want to feel a little better, even if its for 5 minutes.

I push down the handle, a loud swoosh sounding and I am able to finally lower my oxygen mask. I step inside and the door slams behind me, a jump passing through my body.

The officers inside raise their heads one by one at me, giving me a stink stare up and down.

Okay this makes me feel even better.

I gulp and feel my hands shake a little, trying to ignore everyones stare. I'm not bothering them in any way so whats the problem?

Lyle then spots me from the back, raising his hand gently and motioning me to come there. Thank god.

I speed walk around the array the couches and then the tables filled with people. Gosh there is alot of them.

I finally reach Lyle, exhaling deeply after holding my breath through those Marines. They scare the shit out of me, just like Miles once used to.

"You looking for the corporal?" He asks me with a small smirk.

Lyle has been great throughout me and Myles' relationship. He is the Miles' only real 'friend' per say who actually knows enough about him to say they are friends. The others like Zoe are more a surface level friendship.

Ever since Miles and I became exclusive, Lyle has been nothing but kind to me. Always smiling at me when he catches me around, making little jokes, chatting to me when he can. He is all in all a great guy.

"Yeah, is he busy?" I reply with shaking hands. My hands are so restless its a joke. I just need to somehow release this anxiety and the only vice I have is my man.

"Shouldn't be too busy. Even if he is, he would rather you get him out of it." He smirks while he pushes up from his chair using the arm rests. He swivels around and starts to walk in front of me, through a short corridor and towards the door at the end. He knocks three times and then opens without waiting for permission.

I dont follow immediately, for some reason now frozen in place. Im suddenly feeling shy and I dont know why.

"What." I hear Miles snaps at Lyle. Oh shit he seems busy and mad. I shouldnt have came.

"Your lady wants to see you." Lyle drops smugly and then walks out, passing by me with a raise of the eyebrows.

He is so annoying sometimes. It really isnt the time to joke considering how I am now scared Miles isnt going to want to see me.

I stay frozen in place, my heart now beating even faster than when everyone was staring at me. Miles is the only person I want to see but only if he isnt busy. I have never come over like this so I dont know if I am now crossing a boundary.

I hear his heavy footsteps getting closer, then his gorgeous big torso appearing in the doorway and pausing there. He has his eyebrows furrowed initially but when having a look at me, they drop and he softens a little.

He looks amazing, per usual. His hair is slick back and neat, eyes piercing and body bulging. He is wearing a tank top and those nice thigh hugging cargos.

Next thing he does is nod his head as a prompt to come towards him.

It melts my heart and the outer layer of my anxiety, my body slowly following in his direction. Once I am really close to him, I allow myself to fall into his huge arms. He catches me tightly, huge muscular arms wrapped around me.

Immediately my heart starts to settle in the comfort of his arms. So warm and reassuring. I feel like nothing can hurt me here or go wrong.

I am lifted off of the floor effortlessly, my legs realising their position and rising to wrap around his torso.

Miles exhales at my movement, something of relaxation and enjoyment.

Being in his arms like this is comforting but its also somehwere I can let go. That explains why my eyes water as I hide my face in his warm neck.

I can breathe freely again.

I feel him lower us down, then leaning back in what I assume is his chair. The leather lightly creaks as he shuffles a little deeper while my face remains covered in his neck.

"Bunny...whats going on?" His deep voice grumbles through me. It sets off sparks in my heart, everytime. His voice is everything to me, a reminder that he is there for me and around. Its so distinct.

I breathe in on his skin, his woody manly scent.

His hands that are resting on my ass then move, one up to my waist and the other behind my neck when he realises I am not answering. He pulls himself back and forces me to look at him by pushing me gently, his eyes tracking over my face speedily in concern.

"Tell me." He orders in his deep voice. Whenever Miles sees a trace of tears in my eyes, his soft side disappears and all he seems to want to do is fix things, whatever it takes.

"I just...everything is going wrong." My voice breaks mid sentence, my eyes immediately closing and embarrassed.

"What exactly hm? C'mon baby tell me whats making my little girl cry." Miles voice becomes softer, still deep and gruff but as caring as he can be. He knows how well I respond to being spoken to like this.

I sniffle and then grab his hand off of the back of my neck. I place it inbetween our bodies and start to fiddle with his thick fingers.

I love his hands, so big and rough compared to mine. I drown myself in his manliness and distract myself a little while I explain.

"I lost my sample...the one I worked really hard to get. It took me a month and then when I went to get it this morning, it was all shrivelled and dead. The oxygen messed it all up and its not usable anymore." I explain slowly in emotion. Im just so upset about it.

All my hard work gone. If I had only stored it appropriately. This wouldnt have happened! Ugh the regret is getting to me.

"Ah my baby girl, its okay. Daddy can get you another one. You just tell me where and how to get it and it will be in your lap tomorrow hm?" He lowers his head to catch my eyes, mine flicking up to him and ceasing the fiddling with his hand.

My eyes downturn at how sweet he is being and I wish I could accept his offer.

"I cant take advantage of you like that." I whisper and shake my head gently.

"Listen here, you can take advantage of me all you want, thats first of all. Second of all, you did all the hard work before so its fine if your old man wants to make things a little easier for you. I am doing this and thats final." He sternly lets me know. So bossy.

Miles is always like this. Sometimes I feel like if he could do my job for me he would, just to make my life easier. He hates to see me stressed and is willing to do anything to make sure I am not.

I have no choice but to nod, a sigh and tilt of my head falling out of me.

He smiles a little at my reaction to him and relaxes further into his chair, my body following him.

"Was that all that upset you? You told me everything went wrong." He tells me, recalling basically everything I say. This man will be the death of me.

It means alot from Miles because he treats no one else like this. A soft spot just for me.

I cant believe he notices the little things. Anyone who doesnt know him would never expect him to be such a good listener. Especially since he is the boss of everyone, you wouldnt think he listens to other peoples ideas. Not with us though.

So thoughtful and caring.

"It was just a few small other things." I mumble shyly.

I know he isnt going to drop this.

"Which were?" He asks me.

I sigh. I knew it. Let me just get this over with, I might feel better.

"I spilt coffee on my new top, my favourite hairband snapped and then..." I list off but then quieten down. I shake my head to myself, not letting myself continue.

Miles will go crazy. I'm going crazy.

"Then? You're gonna have to continue and be honest babygirl. Come on." He taps my ass gently.

"Its not a big deal Miles, lets just move on." I shuffle in his lap while I continue to to trace each line of his palm, leading up around his fingers and nails.

Suddenly, his hands close around mine, ceasing my movements and forcing me to make eye contact with him.

"If you don't start moving those lips right now, daddys gonna have to book out the rest of his day to find out so I suggest you speak up bunny." He tells me off sternly.

Out with it then!

I stop my fiddling and then raise my head to look at Miles face on. His face is contorted in concern and question at why i am being so secretive. I know he wont be mad but he will be disappointed and I hate that. But he will find out anyways so i might aswell just say it.

"I dropped the perfume you got me." I whisper in the quietest voice I can muster. His furrowed eyebrows dissapear and then drop down, in their now natural state.

I hold my breath while I wait for a reply.

"Baby...it had nothing left in it." He tells me slowly and cautiously, a little confused. He doesnt get it!

"It wasnt finished yet! It had like a weeks worth of sprays left and thats not the point! I wanted to keep that bottle." I bite my lip in irritation at myself. I dont even know how it happened.

Once second it was in my hand and the next it was all over my floor, glass and everything. It took me ages to get it clean.

"Oh my babygirl, you know daddy can get you another one right?" He tried to reassure me but it doesnt work.

"Its not going to be the same. You gave me that one, our first gift. It was so special and it probably cost you alot of money and time to get that all the way out here and I-"

"Sshhhhh bunny, just calm down for me and listen. I'm not upset or mad. I am glad you liked it that much but if its making you this upset I am almost doubting if I should get you another..." He strokes my hair as he speaks. My eyes widen at his words, mouth slightly dropping.

"No! No I want another one please I am not upset." I tilt my head in a begging manner and a small smile spreads across his face.

"Okay pretty girl. I can get you your perfume and the sample. No more tears." He practically demands, giving me no room to answer back. I sigh and then give in, my hands cradling his jaw and pulling it towards me.

I press my lips to him gently, aiming for a peck but in what world has a kiss been that short between us.

He grumbles at our contact and his hands return to my ass, pulling me closer to him. His tongue slips out and pulls me in even deeper, my bodys appreciation and passion pouring into him and he loves it. My hands slip to his short hair at the back of his neck, grazing the skin there.

He groans at my hand movement, my body expecting it because he loves it when I play with his hair even if he never admits it.

It makes me laugh thinking about it mid kiss, my lips having to part from his and continue my laugh.

His eyebrows are furrowed as he stares at me, my cheekbones high and prominent with my lips red and with a slight sheen.

"You love me playing with your hair so much, why do you never just admit it." I tilt my head with a smile as my eyes squint at his expression.

"Dont be a little brat." He scoffs and looks away from me, looking at the side at his cabinet full of papers and a huge hologram on top.

I keep my smile at bay and instead bring my hands back to his neck again, gently stroking. Initially, his jaw clenches but the more I do that, the more I feel his chest deflates.

Oh Miles you softie.

A knock sounds at the door, my hand dropping and body completely jumping in shock.

Who the hell is that?!

"Who is it?" Miles bellows in a serious and loud tone, all tense and stiff.

"It's Lyle, Colonel...the meeting is starting soon, thought to remind y'all." He says from behind the wall, a little smirk audible through his tone at the end.

My cheeks go pink in embarrassment, Lyle probably thinking we are doing something else. If only he knew all I was doing was stroking Miles' hair.

That would probably be worse for Miles rather than having...yeah.

"I'll see you there." Miles reluctantly answers and then has to shut his eyes with a deep breath. He seems like he really doesnt want to go but I am sure its important.

I cant distract him for the whole day.

I have been selfish enough and taken him away from alot of his other work. I turn and look at the paper on his desk, only opened to half of the stack.

He was in the middle of something and still took the time to make sure I was okay.

"Seems my time is up." I say softly and shuffle off of his lap backwards to try slip off but his arm tense and hold me there.

"Miles..." I warn in a tone that is more teasing than anything.

"Fuck babygirl, all I want is to stay right here with your ass in my lap." He groans and its times like this where I forget he is 15 years older than me.

I smile and caress a hand over his face, babying him. I love this side of him.

"I know big guy, but duty calls. We can always see eachother after? What time are you off?" I trail my hand down and stroke it over his pec.

Jesus. So muscly.

"At 1800. You gonna be off by then?" He tilts his head at me. I smile at how he always uses 24 hour analog to communicate. Such marine behaviour.

"Yes babe. I will be off by then. Can you sleep over at mine tonight? I miss your big build in my sheets." I fiddle with the strap of his vest. He chuckles lowly and then gives me a sexy nod.

"If thats what you want, consider it done." He leans towards me with a low mumble, then placing his lips against mine. He kisses me again, nice and caring. His lips are magical and it-

knock knock

Miles seperates from me irritated.

"Fuckin' hell. C'mon baby, we gotta go but I will see you later okay?" He groans but then reassures me. I nod all happy and give him a final peck.

I shuffle off of him this time and stand up, adjusting my skirt. It had riden up a hell of a lot while in his lap, nothing surprising.

"No more tears okay?!" He gives me a stern look. I roll my eyes and smirk. He always knows how to make me feel better, to the point I have almost forgotten why I was really so upset in the first place.

"Yes sir." I elongate with a smiley tone, making my way to the door with a small skip in my step.

I know darn well how much the word 'sir' from my lips gets him riled up, my body expecting his attention later tonight.

For now? I need to clean my room.

[shiunboku]

Miles Morales as a Boyfriend

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This boy is the greenest flag 🕸️♥️

He remembers everything. Every small thing his partner mentions (a food they liked, a place they wanted to visit, a trauma they mentioned in passing) Miles files it away. Weeks later, he'll show up with that specific snack or suggest that exact activity. He doesn't make a big deal about it. He just does it.

He never wants Reader to feel trapped or pressured. That's why when they're going to try anything new (in any aspect) he'll ask for confirmation to do it, and he'll probably ask more than once.

He's patient. If Reader is depressed he knows they have bad days. Days when they can't get out of bed, when they cancel plans, when they push him away because they're scared. Miles doesn't get frustrated. He doesn't take it personally. He just shows up with food and waits.

He's protective, not possessive. There's a difference. Miles doesn't get jealous when people flirt with Reader, he gets aware. He'll wrap an arm around their waist, pull them close, but he won't start a fight. He trusts you. He just wants everyone else to know Reader is with him.

He's a praise king. Miles will compliment Reader constantly (their hair, their laugh, the way their eyes light up when they're arguing about something stupid.) He doesn't hold back. He wants them to know they're seen, wanted, loved.

He learns your love language. Miles pays attention to Reader. A long hug after a bad day. A forehead kiss when they're spiraling. A hand on the small of their back in crowded rooms. He gives them what they need before they even know to ask.

He includes you in his world. Miles doesn't hide his Spider-Man life from Reader. (It took him time to tell the truth but he did). He tells them about patrol, about the villains, about the close calls. He trusts them with the weight. And when Eros worries, he doesn't dismiss it... he thanks them for caring.

He's goofy. All the serious romance aside, Miles is a dork. He makes stupid jokes. He dances in the kitchen. He sends you memes at 2am. He doesn't try to be cool or mysterious, he's just his dorky self.

He apologizes when he's wrong. Miles isn't perfect. He messes up. But when he does, he owns it. No excuses, no deflection. Just "I'm sorry. I'll do better." And then he does and tries his best to be a good boyfriend and not just make empty promises.

He's in it for the long haul. Miles isn't dating casually. He's not looking for something temporary. When he commits, he commits. You aren't a fling, nononono, you're his future.