#earth42

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.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ you’re sick! so earth42!miles takes care of you at..3AM

includes; kisses, fluff, sick talk, sweetness and etc

sequel ~ 24/7 surveillance

“babe..miles! baby!” you try, emphasis on ‘try’ to wake your boyfriend up but knowing the type of deep sleeper he is, you know he wasn’t bound to wake up this easy and your body was getting weaker and weaker as every minute passes by.

every night, miles swings to your house unless he’s already there and sleeps over for the night, cuddling you until you both fall asleep comfortably and once miles is comfortable then there’s no waking him up till he wakes up himself. you always enjoy it when miles comes over to sleep with you because that’s when you sleep 10x better and you just wish you could enjoy it like how you did the night before and any other night but sadly you’re sick and when i say sick i mean as, sore throat, stuffy nose, headaches, weak body, sore eyes- that death feeling sick and it’s horrendous. you even feel so gross even when you took a shower literally before you laid yourself on that bad of yours. you groan softly when a feeling like someone is knocking your brain down with a hammer passes by, your migraines getting stronger every time they come as well.

you sigh and look at your sleeping boyfriend again, poking his nose but the only response you get from his was snores and that made you let out a drawn out groan. you open your eyes, immediately feeling the pain from looking around the semi dark room, eyes landing on the red numbers you see on the nightstand of your clock reading ’3:00AM’ you blow raspberries and look around again before you stop at the door of the bathroom.

this was gonna be hard..you want to freshen yourself up again so you’d be comfortable once more but you can barley feel your legs and arms. you definitely felt like you’ve been drugged but you remember this isn’t the first time it’s happened. you exhale and try getting sitting up but you end up rolling and rolling till you literally hit the floor with a loud thump. “oh sh- owwwwww” you whine, squirming on the cold floor boards overwhelming your bipolar tempered body. you try getting up but at that point you give up and lay in a starfish position on the ground, just staring at the ceiling fan.

We are so back guys, they have been on my mind for way too long and i REALLY need to get back to drawing them more hahehaja

꒰ ♡ ꒱ — you snuck in the kitchen late at night to eat all the sweets but earth42!miles catches you [ sequel to in sickness & in health ]

including; kisses, you getting caught eating cake, miles carrying you, cuddles and black fem reader!!! not proofread, ignore mistakes

“i’m not even gonna lie, i’m not in the least bit surprised” miles announced out-loud, making you flinch and yelp, turning around to face him with your mouth messy from the cake and icing.

It was around 5 AM, and miles was rolling into yet another comfortable position in bed when he realized that he wasn't holding you in his arms. He had been hugging air for about an hour now, and as he looked at the bed, he noticed that you were no longer there. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion and concern.

"Babe.." he called out, but received no response other than the faint sound of padding downstairs. He blinked and rubbed his eyes, stretched his limbs, and with a groan, swung his legs off the bed and stood up. He walked across the room towards the door and exited as quietly as possible, hearing the fridge opening and closing. As he walked towards the kitchen, he heard you curse in a loud whispering tone. He saw you struggling to take off the plastic from the cake container, but they made too much noise.

He watched as you huffed in frustration and stepped back, staring at the vanilla cake sitting in its container. You thought to yourself, "If I were to just take it off, it would make too much noise and wake up my beloved sleeping boyfriend." Unbeknownst to you, he was already downstairs, leaning against the doorframe and watching you with amusement.

You sighed and touched the container again, staring at it before taking a deep breath and coughing as loudly as you could to rip off the container. The way you ripped it off was so delayed to your coughing that he wanted to laugh right then and there. However, he held back his laughter and watched as you did a little dance in celebration.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ — miles says something that hurts your feelings and is trying to make up for that

includes; black fem reader, a bit angsty, fluff at the end, kisses, nicknames like ma, baby, mami and etc

“baby open the door” he sighs, leaning his forehead against your bathroom door. his heart hurts every time he hears you sob and sniffle..all because of him.

“leave me alone miles, i don’t want to deal with you right now” you breathe out shakily, wiping your eyes and cheeks from the tears. “i really don’t so please just leave”

he closes his eyes and stays still, not wanting to leave and allow you to be by yourself. it’s not the first time that you both have your arguments and disagreements. you both start quarrelling then to the both of you distancing to calm down before coming back to speak to one another calmly. just 3 simple steps that’s gotten you both a long way into the relationship but it seems as you were still stuck in the second step; distancing.

he knows what he said was wrong, he didn’t mean it and he genuinely isn’t lying it wasn’t even supposed to come out of his mouth- the thought wasn’t even directed towards you— he doesn’t even know anymore he just want to reconcile with you and hold you again. but he knew the moment what he said hurt you by the look in your eyes. the way your waterline filled with tears, an expression of heartbreak and your body slowly going from tense and confident to relaxed and defeated. the room was quiet and all you both did was stare at each-other. miles was just trying to find something to say when he looks at the tears slowly cascading down your brown cheeks, another hole opens in his heart.

“baby..” he stutters a bit but you turn and walk towards the bathroom, closing the door behind you as you sit on the floor of the small room, crying into your hands replaying those same 6 words again and again

“i wish i never met you”

꒰ ♡ ꒱ — you’re mad at miles so he tries to change that

includes ; fluff, kisses, you’re ticklish, black fem reader

“baby c’mon” your bf chuckles lowly as he watches you sit in the corner of your room, staring at the wall.

“nah you got it, you definitely got it. you can sit on that bed alone lil nigga” you huff and continue to watch the wall, rolling your eyes when you hear him laugh a bit louder. “you’re actually mad at me?” he stands up from your bed, slowly walking towards you and you feel his presence coming closer and closer.

“yes! yes i am actually, and i have a right to be so there’s nothing you can do to change my mind”

he hums and stops right behind you, staring at the back of your head with a small smirk. he sits behind you and wraps his toned arm around your waist and the other around your neck then to make you fall back against his chest with a yelp.

“miles!” you squeal and look up at him seeing him with that same damn smirk. you sigh and rolls your eyes again. “nope still mad” you cross your arms.

“i know you ain’t really that mad, ma” he mumbles, tightening his arms around you. you blink, not answering him and all he does is just nod.

“so that’s how it’s gonna be now, hm?”