COLLEGE AU 💜You meet Miles during the summer break between freshman and sophomore year of college, and during the year you start developing feelings for him.
warnings: language, suggestive, drinking, oblivious reader
He met you in a club, dancing like you were looking for somebody. Miles couldn’t help but give in once you made eye contact.
Dancing with you made him feel intoxicated, your smile made him borderline dizzy. Once the song ended he walked you to the bar.
“You’re beautiful,” was the first thing he said to you.
You internally slapped yourself. He laughed, covering his smile. Shit. This guy was Micheal B Jordan level handsome. The purple bar lighting made his dark skin glow. It accentuated his muscles peaking from his jacket.
You sipped on your drink, feeling the substance warm your chest.
“Whatchu doin after this?”
“Nothin ma, you tryna come over?”
A smile was your answer. You swayed next to him while waiting for the uber. You definitely drank more than you thought.
Miles took notice, holding your hand and bringing your back to his chest. He leaned down to whisper in your ear:
You fell asleep on his shoulder on the drive to his place. He picked you up and carried you inside, laying you on his bed before sleeping on the couch.
You woke up in his bed to him making breakfast. He was playing a record: New Amerykah Part Two by Erykah Badu. It was a special edition with a purple record.
Immediately you geeked out, singing along in your smudged makeup and wrinkled dress, in the apartment of a man you’d known for less than 18 hours, chatting about the greatest neo-soul artist of all time.
“You like plantains, ma?”
It was a fast friendship.
It’s been months. Miles has either lost his game, or you are severely ignorant. How could he be friends with a beautiful girl that listened to the same music as him?
When he found out you both attended the same university, he invited you to a study date. Clearly he didn’t emphasize the ‘date’ part enough.
Here you were, on his couch in your pajama pants and one of Mile’s shirts, looking beautiful; talking about a cute guy you saw at the Taco Bell drive through.
You looked up from your laptop to see his deadpan expression.
“What’s the stank face for?”
“I dunno, (Y/N). What you talkin’ about other guys for?”
“Who else am I gonna tell?”
He kissed his teeth and looked back down at his work. You were used to it. Miles was a touch and go kind of guy, you could never really tell how he’d react.
Sometimes you would think you barely knew him. He was sweet around you, but most other people seemed to steer away. He was rarely without a bruise or two or a scratch. You wondered where he got them.
You still liked him. Every time you hung out with him you cursed yourself for not making a move the first night he brought you over. But since he never pulled anything like that, you figured your attraction was unrequited.
(You were wrong, by the way)
You and Miles shared a Sociology class, and after a tough final exam you really wanted to surprise him with something nice.
You tried to think of foods he liked, but it was difficult. Anytime you hung out together he always insisted on getting whatever you wanted.
Close to giving up, you texted his old high school roommate you remembered meeting at a party Miles brought you to a while back.
YOU: GANKE!! THIS IS URGENT!!
YOU: what is miles favorite food 🙏🏼
GANKE: idk probably tostones
YOU: also we’re not dating
Tostones were easy enough. After getting ingredients and frying them, you put them in a lunchbox with some guacamole.
As an afterthought you grabbed some Coronas and some limes and left your dorm to catch the bus to Mile’s apartment.
On the way over you were deep in thought. You met Miles last summer, and you had been friends for close to a year.
You were always sleeping at his place, studying with him, eating with him, partying with him. You knew his family. He knew yours.
He wasn’t your best-friend. Because what you felt definitely wasn’t friendly. It was hungry. You ached for him. You wore his clothes for gods sake.
Shoving the baggage out of your mind, the bus came to a stop a block away from his building.
Okay. So maybe he went somewhere else after taking the test. But he did say he was going home…
In your mind you weigh using the key he gave to to unlock his front door and let yourself in vs. being a normal person and giving up.
A soft thud from inside shifts your decision to the latter. You enter the apartment quietly, setting your bags and shoes on the floor before entering the living room.
It was an eery type of quiet. You heard wind flowing through an open window in another room down the hallway. A low groan, and another soft thump.
The shuffling coming from the other room came to a dead stop. You made your way down to Mile’s room, turning and—
You ran to a slumped Miles, covered in shallow cuts that were bleeding profusely. You touched a hand to his face, and he inhaled sharply, taking your hand in his and bringing it to his lips.
“Are you fucking serious Morales? ¿Qué pasó?”
He let out a laugh that turned into a shallow cough. Your throat tightened, and you felt your eyes turn shiny.
“Miles. Where do you keep your first aid kit?”
“De…Debajo de la cama,” He strained.
You opened it to find most of the supplies depleted. With paper towels and clean water from the kitchen you dabbed at his face, frowning at his pained expression.
Being this close to his face should have had you rejoicing. You ran your hands along every curve of his head, your thumb swiping his bruised lip.
There was a larger cut near his scalp you were being especially careful of. Embarrassed, but determined, you stood on your knees with his legs tucked between yours, and his head leaned towards your chest as you cleaned and applied ointment to his scalp. A few butterfly bandaids finished the job.
He suddenly lifted his face to meet yours, and you fell back, your butt landing on his thighs as his hands reached up to catch your hips. He was impossibly close, maybe three centimeters was between your noses. You could see his speckled brown irises, a million shades of beautiful. You were breathing heavy. He moved closer, his eyelashes brushing yours as he looked down at your lips and
“I—um. I brought you tostones. and beer,”
The trance broke. His eyes met yours and he broke out in a grin that had you blushing all the way to your toes. You scrambled off of him and apologized for if you hurt him.
“Don’t flatter yourself, you couldn’t hurt me if you tried,”
Miles used the window to pull himself up, straining as he did so. you wrapped an arm around his waist and led him to the living room. After he was sat on the couch, you went to get the (now cold) tostones.
As you handed him a beer your hands brushed and he gave you the same look as earlier when you were on top of him.
Shit— was he going to kiss you then? Did you ruin it? You drank half your beer quickly, drowning the thought.
Misreading, Miles kicked himself for letting you find him like this. He thought you were drinking over his injuries.
Grabbing your empty hand, he held it, and looked at you all serious.
“Baby I want you to know that I trust you. And I know you aren’t some moral saint but I gotta let you know something about me that isn’t lawful,”
He was tipsy. You were tipsy. Miles felt his truth flowing from him to you, intoxicating him further. It was just like that first night. He had wanted to kiss you so bad, to do more than that. But you were drunk. Shit, he was drunk too.
He closed his eyes, breathing. Feeling your hand in his, small and un-calloused against his rough skin.
Opening his eyes to see your reaction, he was caught off guard by your wide grin.
“…Yknow I could be emo and shit, Morales, and tell you that our relationship is over because you’re some type of vigilante,”
Your words slurred, your eyelids low. You said relationship instead of friendship on purpose. Feeling him hanging off of your words, you kept it slow.
You bring both hands to his cut up, bandaged, and tipsy face.
“I know you’re a good person. People gotta do shit they don’t wanna do. I know you worry about your mama and how she’s living—“
“Miles I grew up in Brooklyn. I know how it is. My family survived by doing some illegal shit. I’m not gonna lie and say I love what you’re doing but please don’t d—“
You don’t know when you started crying. Miles wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into a hug. With your face in his neck and hand twisted in his shirt you cry. Embarrassing and ugly, heaves wracking your chest.
“Please don’t die on me, Miles,”
You feel his body shaking, and pull back thinking he’s laughing at you. He’s not. Miles G Morales is crying.
You don’t think about how easily the name slips from your lips. You pull him into you. His cheek on your chest as he shakes and holds onto you like a life raft.
He falls asleep like that. You, with your back against the cushions, him slotted between your legs with his head on your chest.
Mile’s weight and even breathing puts your to sleep, your fingers caressing the curls at the nape of his neck.
“Hey, Y/n, I love…” Too much.
“What’s up Y/n, are you free later?” Nah, that shit didn’t work last time…
“Do you want to go on a real date sometime Y/n?” Fuck.
Miles drags his hand down his face with a groan. You really have him whipped, cause he’s been standing in front of the mirror for half an hour talking to himself.
A week ago when he’d told you he was the prowler he thought that was progress towards a more… romantic type of relationship.
Almost like he was giving you the amount of trust he needed for this to really work out. Jesus, he needed to man up.
Why is killing people so much easier than asking out the girl you like?
It was almost concerning how easily you accepted him. You were too good for him. You were everything good.
The way you smelled, the way you walked, the way you got along with his mom, the way you always—
Showed up at the right time.
Miles walked over to the window next to the fire escape and unlocked it. As soon as it was open, you launched yourself at him.
“Hey—hey ma chill!” He exclaimed as he stumbled backwards, arms wrapping around you.
You stared up at him, chin on his chest. After getting off work, you decided to head right over to Mile’s and spill all your feelings.
Your favorite coworker had recently asked out her now boyfriend, and it inspired you to be bold. But…
Now that you were here and wrapped around him, it felt less easy.
“What’s on your mind N/n?” Miles asked, guiding you to sit next to him on his bed.
“Um… I just got off work and wanted to… I dunno. See you, I guess. Sorry. I sound dumb and I definitely smell like frying oil.”
He grinned at you, tucking a stray curl behind your ear.
“How about you shower, mami? You got clothes here. I don’t gotta see Unc until 9.”
You nodded, getting up and turning to hide your dumb smile. Why was he so romantic and handsome? Someone needed to detain you before you jumped his ass.
You walked into the living room in a towel. Miles laid back on the couch watching soccer.
“Hey, Morales, can you tell me where the—“
He turned to look at you, his eyes widening before slapping his hands over his eyes
“Aye mami where yo clothes at!” He shouted turning away from you.
“You never seen a girl naked before Morales?” You quipped.
Usually he would have a response but he seemed almost shy. Weird.
“I put your clothes in the dryer. It’s your nike shorts and that Aaliyah shirt you stole from Ma”
When you arrive back in the living room properly dressed Miles lets out a sigh of relief.
Something in him felt guilty for relishing the glance he caught of you with water droplets still clinging to your skin, and towel stopping at the top of your thighs.
“Do you have a blow dryer?” Your words knock him out of his trance.
“Yeah. Follow me, it’s in the bathroom.”
Miles plugs it into the wall, and you feel a pang in your chest.
“Did your girlfriend leave this here Morales?”
“I dunno, did you?” He replies.
That shut you up real quick.
He grabs a boar hair brush and blow drys your wet curls straight section by section. He’s gentle, a soft smile resting on his face as he works.
As he moves to unplug the blow dryer you turn around, facing him with your back against the bathroom counter.
Once again, your find your faces close, his hovering above you now that you’re both standing.
“You got to stop playing with me Miles, or I’m gonna think you’re serious”
“Don’t play dumb. You know I like you and you still—“
“I didn’t know that.” He says softly, breath catching in his throat.
“I didn’t know you liked me.” His hand found your cheek, stroking the soft skin.
“Well..” You say, your voice shaking. “Now you do. So—“
His lips catch yours suddenly, and you gasp into the kiss before leaning into him. Your arms stretch up to wrap around his neck, burying him in your lips.
His hands hold your face, tilting you to the side as his tongue pokes though your lips deepening the kiss. You moan at the action and his takes the opportunity to grab your thighs and set your butt on the counter behind you, putting your faces closer.
His hand finds your lower back and you arch into him as he kisses you dizzy. His lips are soft against yours, and he tastes delicious. His small whimpers send shivers down your spine.
He pulls away suddenly, his eyes lidded as he breathes heavily. His lips are shiny.
“Y/n, you wanna go on a real date sometime?”
“You have to say it first.”
“I said it, so you have to say it. Say you like me, Morales” You cross your arms across your chest.
He chuckles, hands leaving your thighs to hang at his sides.
“I don’t like you,” The fuck?
“I love you, Y/n. So much.” Miles moves closer to you, kissing you.
It’s softer this time. He pulls away and wraps his arms around you. You do the same, hitting him on the back. He leans back to look at you, tears welling in your eyes.
“Woah, woah, hey ma I’m sorry I shouldn’t have joked like that-“
“I love you Miles Morales.”
His eyes widen and he laughs. You hit him in the shoulder, tears dripping down your face as you cry.
“Why *hick* are you laughing dickhead?!”
“Cause my girl being ridiculous and crying cause she loves me so much.”
“Your girl, huh?” He wipes your tears with his thumbs, drying his hands on his shirt.
“Yeah. You’ve always been my girl. But now we can be kissing and shit”
“What, you need an example, ma?” You squeal as he hoists you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you back to bed.
Miles wakes up to his 8:30 alarm. The sky is dark. You shift next to him, still asleep. He kisses the top of your head and drags the blanket to your shoulders before getting out of bed to get his Prowler getup on.
He stands in the living room, twisting his mechanical glove onto his hand as he hears you shuffling into the room.
“Miles?” You rub sleep out of your eyes and look at the soft purple glow in the dark room. You’d never seen Miles in his Prowler suit in person. Only on the news.
“Hey ma. I gotta head out for a bit,”
You walk over to him quickly and wrap him in a hug, the cold metal of his claws rest on your back.
“Come back and be safe Morales. I’m not leaving until I see you come back through that window.”
“You got it ma.” He pecks your lips and closes the window, jumping from the fire escape. You sigh, walking back into Mile’s bedroom and tucking yourself alone under the covers.
Gone baby, don’t be long.
first fic🤭 (on this tumblr) pls enjoy and ignore any errors because i am literally just a girl
i also have a 1610!Miles fic in the works. It’s getting long so part 1 may be coming soon. Love ya!
(Actually one last thing: “Debajo de la cama” is also a lyric in Lo Busqué by Ana Bárbara)
