GIVE YOU THE WORLD | With 42!MILES MORALES

GIVE YOU THE WORLD | with 42!MILES MORALES

— where miles visits reader as the prowler .

fem!reader , reader does not know that miles is prowler…AT FIRST !! , miles and reader are exes , short fluff fic , black!reader

“so when you gon take the mask off?” you question, which pulls a laugh out off the masked man. “and why would i do that?”

you huff, “i don’t know. maybe because i got some masked dude in my room. who is known for killing, may i add. how is it gonna look if my parents walk in?”

“you have a point.”

he couldn’t take off the mask. you would shun him out of your life. again. and he can’t go through that again. he needed you.

“but i like to keep a private life. m-” he stopped himself. the name “ma” would’ve ratted him out. “mhm. one of these days, imma know who you are.” you smirk.

“you wish.” he did and didn’t want you to who he was.

did: if you found out, you’d see that he still cared for you after all this time, and he still wanted you.

didn’t: you wouldn’t see it that way. at all.

you yawn, “well, lemme get some sleep. i’ll see you tomorrow,” you throw on your silk bonnet, “my window is always open.”

“yeah…you should change that.” you laugh. “you’d pick it anyway,

miles.”

oh.

fucking.

shit.

LIKE YOU !! + 42!MILES MORALES

+ ex!miles morales x f!reader

+ the reader is black in mind but i guess you can read it regardless🤷🏽‍♀️, based off of bow wow’s like you with ciara, ganke exists in earth 42 in here, miles wants reader back, i am NOT fluent in spanish so PLEASE let me know if i fucked up!!

“you can’t be fucking serious.” you stare at the package next to your feet. you didn’t even have to question who it came from. no one bought you package except for him.

[ name ] morales was labeled on the package. “oh he’s ballsy.” you laugh.

picking it up and placing it in the piles which the rest of the unopened boxes, you pull out your phone, dialing his number.

“hello?”

“hey ma.”

“enough with that ‘ma’ shit. why do you keep sending me packages?”

“what? i can’t spoil my girl.” he chuckles.

your knees practically buckled at the words “my girl”. you would be lying if you said you didn’t miss it.

“i’m not your girl. we’ve went over this.”

“keep saying that, ma. y’know you love me.”

“bye, miles.”

you click the red button on your phone, throwing it on your bed. “this boy is gonna be the death of me.”

and school was no different.

you kept finding letters and small presents in your locker. necklaces, rings, earrings. shit, sometimes cash too. you weren’t complaining. most of the items were things you had your eyes on for a while.

“you like them?” a voice speaks behind your locker door. “jesus!” you slam the door. “what are you doing here?” your voice comes out frustrated but you were actually glad to see him.

“you didn’t answer my question, nena. do you like them?” you purse your lips, making it seem like you’re thinking. “maybe. but you’ve got to stop sending me shit.”

“why? it’s my money.” “i’m gonna start giving it to people if you don’t. and you have balls for putting [ name ] morales.” you laugh. “i knew you’d like it.” he walks off to ganke, but not before ghosting his hand with yours, making a shiver shoot down your spine.

“ooo~” your friends tease from behind you, scaring you. “would you shut up?” “what happened to ‘i’ll never fall in love again’?” “i’m not in love,” you scoff, “and definitely not with him.” you roll your eyes as the bell rings.

“i’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

“you gonna go see him?” they snicker. not having the energy to give a verbal response, you flick them off, cursing under your breath.

8 pm read in your clock. all the studying was starting to put you into a sleepy haze. you had 2 hours left until your “bedtime” but it wouldn’t hurt to sleep early.

of course, you could never catch a wink of shut eye. a tapping from your window catching your attention. “miles?” he taps the window again, mouthing let me in.

lifting up the glass and moving aside, he steps in. “nothing has changed.” he notes. “what are you doing here?” you question, unamused. “what now? i can’t visit?” “do you not know how a break up works? we don’t see each other, we don’t talk to each other. nothing.” “see, that’s were you got it twisted. we never broke up. it was just a break.”

you laugh. “you’re crazy.” “llámalo como quieras, mami. pero todavía te quiero.” you buckled a bit. “mhm.” you smirk. “those boxes at my front door can show for it.” now it’s his turn to laugh.

“so, what’s it gonna be ma? we still together or what?” he steps closer to you, his lips ghosting yours. “i thought we were already together.”

“buena chica.” his lips close the gap between the both of you, igniting the extinguished flame in you.

llámalo como quieras, mami. pero todavía te quiero - call it what you want, mami. but i still love you.

nena - girl

buena chica - good girl

NOTHING’S GONNA HURT YOU BABY with Jason Todd

even as the arkham knight , he would never let anything bad happened to you

arkham knight x f!batgirl!reader/jason todd x f!batgirl!reader

based off of the game “arkham knight” and the dlc “a matter of family” , angst , bruce is your father ( adopted or not ) , reader and jason are in love but are not together , jason pretty much kidpnapping the reader , reader’s race or looks aren’t specified , lovers reunited trope

“breaking news! commissioner gordon has been captured by the joker.”

bruce has called you to the batcave, informing you about the upcoming mission he is sending you on. “well why can’t you do it?” jason questions, following behind you. “because, jason, joker specifically said that if i attempted at saving the commissioner, he will die. i can’t risk it.”

jason groans. “it’s okay, jason. i’ll be back soon. with gordon alive.” you attempt at cheering him up. “but…i don’t like you going alone.” you smirk at him pouting. you began to promise him, “i know. after this, we’ll go on every mission together.”

while on your way to the abandoned amusement park, jason always chimed in, checking on you. “i’m at the park.” jason hums, “why are you being quiet all of a sudden?” he doesn’t answer.

you grew nervous, you have never been on a mission with back up. “fuck.” you whispered under you breath. there was a thug rounding next to you, inching close to you. “don’t worry, [ name ]. you got this.” he spoke in your com.

little did you know that jason was perched right on your location, watching you. “how can you be so sure?” he took this as a moment to help you. “well for one, robins are good luck.” he smirks at you.

it’s been three years since you stepped down from the title as batgirl. you couldn’t stand to fight crime without your best friend by your side.

bruce accepted your choice, even though he has told you to never step down from a fight. but he understood your reasoning. he missed jason too.

but you didn’t leave bruce all together. you still helped him. just behind a screen.

“[ name ]! lock the clock tower now!” bruce screams at you. “what are you talking about? no one knows i’m here.” you laugh off his urgency.

the elevator door sounds, catching you attention. before you could see the person, a smoke bomb explodes, covering the room. “go! go! go!”

you couldn’t see anything. you felt a hand grab your arm. you tried to fight them off, but they were too strong.

“let go of me!” your cries were muffled by a gloved hand. “shh, i’ve got you. nothing is going to hurt you. now that i’m here.”

you felt a needle poke you, inserting a liquid in your arm, making you drowsy.

you woke up in an unfamiliar room. the bed was soft. the room had a good temperature. it was like…your home. but it wasn’t.

“you’re awake. finally.” the booming voice makes you jump. “i didn’t mean to scare you. really, the plan wasn’t to scare you at all. but, you were acting terrible. and i couldn’t do anything else.”

he laughs humorlessly. “what-who are you?” your voice quivers. “you really don’t know, do you, [ name ]?” he clicks a button, his mask lifting, exposing his face.

“oh my god…” you felt your heart jump out of your chest. “i thought you were dead. joker sent the video and everything. bruce and i didn’t stop looking for you. how are you…”

“i know. it’s a lot to explain. but i’m back.” you run up to hug him. “don’t you ever leave me again, asshole.” he laugh, “not planning on it.”

WIN YOU BACK with MILES MORALES

miles had to break it off due to his duty as being spider-man. but was it the right thing?

miles morales x f!reader

— based of a c.ai conversion i had , implied break up, fluff, miles being cute , repost bc tumblr hid my shit

it was all a blur. one second you were walking past miles, clearly ignoring his existence. then, you were flung in the air and caught by him.

a room full of gasps flooded around you. "jesus, are you okay?" you groan as you recognize that voice. "of course this happens to me and only me."

"what? being flung around the hall? if that's so, you should talk to someone about that." he laughs. you open your eyes, staring at him blankly. how could he forget what happened between the two of you.

"no," you sit up, rubbing the back of your throbbing head. "it's that i get caught by you." your tone comes out meaner than you meant.

he chuckles, "well i am spider-man." he gives you that smirk that you have missed for months.

finally getting on your feet, you dust off your uniform,

"well, thanks, miles." you begin to walk off.

"wait!" you stop per to his request. “there's a milkshake shop not too far from the academy. would you like to go...?" you huff, "why not? i'm hungry anyways."

your response brings a smile to his face. he wraps an arm around your shoulders, walking you out the school.

"you'll like it, i promise."

how is he so casual about this?! why is he making it like he never broke it off?

but you couldn't help feel that warm feeling inside of you every time he squeezed you. you looked up, smiling at him. but it soon faded.

you weren't his anymore.

he wasn't stupid. he knew what you were thinking. "hey, if you don't want to go, we don't have to."

"no. no, i'm fine with going." your eyes drift over to the busy cars on the street. "hey, i think i've got something for you." he digs in his pocket, handing you a red box with a ribbon.

“what's this?” “just open it. i promise you're gonna like it.”

and you did. it was a silver necklace with beautiful diamond. there was a note inside that read "for my favorite girl - miles"

you look at him, the necklace, then back at him. "this is beautiful. what-when-why?"

"because i wanted to treat my...favorite girl.." his voice grows small. "it's beautiful. thank you miles." you peck his cheek. "lemme put it on you."

he stand behind you, clasping the necklace and placing his hands on your shoulders. “this makes up for everything."

"well i'm glad you like it. and there will be more to come." you turn around, arms wrapped around his waist.

"you still up for the milkshake place?"

OPEN ARMS with miles morales

you were always there for him, with open arms. until you weren’t

miles morales x f!reader

angst , no fluff at the end , prolly no part 2 , miles being asshole , reader leaving brooklyn for college , agedup!reader and miles ( like 17 years to 18 but no smut whatsoever) i lied here’s part 2

you couldn’t stand to see miles fall apart. but you couldn’t do anything to help him. he wouldn’t let you. after his father died, his walls were up. his mother vented to you that she missed her son.

you told him multiple times that you would always be there for him. for anything no matter what.

but he refused. he found comfort in hurting people after hours. which you nor mrs. morales knew about.

the name “the prowler” sent shivers down your spine. you have had encounters with the person many times but they gave you mercy. you always left the scene unscathed.

now came a huge choice. attend [ desired college/university ] or stay in brooklyn and attend brooklyn community college.

you were already accepted into the school. but you couldn’t leave without saying goodbye to miles. even though he’s lost all contact with you, you still cared for him. and thinking he did too helped you sleep at night.

you softly knock at his front door, but still loud enough to catch someone one’s attention.

“[ name ]! oh, cariño. te he echado de menos.” mrs morales greets you, pulling you in a tight hug.

you sat her down, telling her the situation you’re in st the moment. “i didn’t want to leave without telling him goodbye. i don’t want to be another person he loses.” she puts her hand on your shoulder.

“he’s in his room right now.” you smile at her before standing up.

your knock got a response of him groaning for whoever it was to go away. you took that as an opening to come in.

“it’s me.” you flash a small smile. he was lying on his unmade bed. “what are you doing here?” he grunts. “well a hello to you too.” you snicker but he doesn’t budge.

“please just leave me alone.” your heart pings. but you’re determined to stand your ground. “i will. after i tell you something.”

he leaves you in silence. “i got accepted into my dream school.” “congrats.” he scoffs. “but i didn’t want to leave without seeing how you feel.” he flips over to look at you, sitting up.

“can you leave me the fuck alone for once? i can’t have a day without you blowing up my phone. i don’t reply because i don’t want to talk to you. i don’t care. i don’t care about your school. and i don’t care about you.”

you bit your lip to suppress the cries that were threatening to spill from you. you blink at him, a tear rolling down your cheek. “i’m sorry.”

you left. heart broken.

after that “conversation” with miles, you made up your mind. you weren’t going to kill your dreams for someone who didn’t care about you.

but he still needed you.

I FUCKING HATE YOU | with 42!miles

— “why is miles such a fucking dick?”

part 2 of open arms (per request) , angst really , falling in and out of love , n word use (like one time) , toxic!miles , deep down he really does love you , cyber stalking IF YOU ARE OLDER THAN 17 , GO AWAY ! MILES IS A MINOR ! !

he waited in his room for you to come back. days turned into weeks. weeks turned into months. and those months turned into 3 years.

exactly today was the day that you left. he couldn’t believe it himself. after all those years you two spent together. wasted.

but he never left you alone.

after the incident in his room, you had blocked him on everything. but making new accounts is a thing.

he was the first one to like every single one of your posts. and he commented a single red heart.

he wasn’t obsessed. no. he just wanted you bad at all costs.

you didn’t know that it was him. and he was going to keep it that way.

when stalking your social media wasn’t enough, he had went to your school and got a visitors pass. he needed to see you.

you were so breathtaking from afar. which sacred him for when he sees you up close. he smiled as you talked to your friends. but then he wasn’t.

you kissed a guy. presumably your boyfriend.

he saw red.

you leave him just to find a boyfriend? pathetic.

later that night, he had followed you to your dorm room.

well, actually he broke in before you got in there.

“hey ma.” his voice was deeper than usual. like he’s upset. “miles?” you flick your light on, miles’ fave being the first you see, leaned up against your wall. “what are doing here? how did you find me?”

he chuckles, “you don’t keep a private life.” “you’re a fucking psycho.” he places his hand on his heart, “such hurtful word, mami.”

he stand up, inching closer to you. “who’s the nigga you be with?” his nose was touching yours. he had backed you into a wall. “that’s none of your concern.”

he smirks, “you don’t know, do you?” “what?” you clear your throat. “no matter where you go, i will find you. you’re mine.”

his eyes flashed a devilish glare.

he was fucking crazy.

his lips ghost over yours before spoke, “i love you.”, finally kissing you.

it was wrong, you know, but you’ve been dreaming on this since you were 13.

his hand cupped your neck, pulling you closer to him. you had accepted this.

you pulled away, needing to catch your breath. “jesus.” you chuckle. “don’t leave me again, please.”

“promise.”

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