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E42! MILES X AFRICAN! READER

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bittersweet lies // e42! miles morales

you quickly walked through the streets of your home, on your way to your boyfriends house. initially, you wanted to hang out, but you couldn’t because he said he wouldn’t be at home. you left it alone until you realized you forgot your textbook over at his house. you had just guessed rio would let you in so you could grab it quickly.

before you knew it, you were at the door of his apartment. you knocked lightly. you heard mrs. morales yell out a ‘coming’ before the sound of footsteps made you straighten up your posture.

she opened the door, smiling when she saw your face. “aw hey y/n/n! i didn’t know you were coming over!” she said, giving you a hug, before pecking your cheek.

“hey mama morales, i just needed to grab my biology textbook from miles room for tomorrow. it’ll be quick” you said, stepping inside. she said ‘okay’ before letting you do what you needed to do, going back to cooking. (not before giving you a plate of food she had just cooked).

you walked up to miles room, not anticipating anyone to be there, but yet, you heard a voice. a female voice. you opened the door quickly, before dropping your hands to your side in shock.

before you, you saw miles, on his bed, with some random girl on his lap with his hands on her hips.

“oh.” you stood there, shocked out of your mind. “is this what we doing now?” you said, your tone was deprived of emotion. you didn’t know exactly what to feel at the moment.

neither of them made any attempts of moving, sitting there, shocked of being caught in the act. “are you just going to sit there?!” you sneered, anger quickly pumping through you.

“i have never done anything to hurt you—like why would you do this to me? what have i done to you? i’ve always been a good girlfriend, or at least the best to my ability. i’ve supported you through everything..” you paused.

“EVERY-FUCKING-THING, AND THIS IS MY FUCKING THANK YOU, ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?? AFTER EVERYTHING I’VE DONE?? THIS IS WHY YOU COULDN’T HANG OUT WITH ME? BECAUSE YOU WANTED TO HANGOUT WITH SOME OTHER GIRL??” you yelled, your emotions finally catching up with you.

“did she even know about us until now…?” you asked, tears welling up in your eyes.

the girl climbed up off his lap. “no.. i can promise you i didn’t know you guys were a thing. i’m sorry.” she said. “that’s really low miles” she said, turning towards him before grabbing her stuff. the noise must’ve alarmed rio because she came to stand in the doorway. her eyes widened as she saw three people rather than 2 in miles room.

“what’s going on here?” rio asked, wiping her hands down on her apron.

“i caught miles cheating on me!”

“nothing máma!”

“nothing!”

a cluster of answers were spewed from the mouthes of the 3 teenagers.

“miles did what?!” she questioned in disbelief. “how could you miles? she’s done so much for you!” rio said, disappointment weighing heavy in her voice.

“that’s what i’m saying..” tears were freely rolling down your face as she you planted it onto the older woman’s shoulder, breaking down.

“i didn’t mean to do it, i-” miles was cut off by the voice of his mother. “what do you mean ‘you didn’t mean to’? how do you not mean to cheat on a girl who’s never even thought of doing something like that to you miles” she said something in spanish after that you couldn’t make out. you had gotten tired of being there, your spirits decreasing with each passing second you stood in the room.

“ima go mrs. morales.” you said, grabbing your book and the food she gave you before heading out of the front door. you walked home with the same speed you used to walk over there, just wanting to crash and fall asleep.

you got home, locking the door behind you before walking to you room. you put your phone on the charger before walking into the shower.

after about 30 minutes in the shower, you finally got out, putting lotion, facial moisturizer and lipbalm on along with your lipbalm. you then put your pjs on, warmed up the food mrs. morales gave you before grabbing your macbook with the intent of watching netflix until you fall asleep.

you also grabbed your phone, wanting to read your notifications. you saw a stack of messages, all of them being from miles.

miles <3

you rolled your eyes at the audacity of this nigga. what the fuck?? you shut your phone off before opening netflix.

you were a few episodes into your show before you heard rapid knocks at your window. “who the fuck..” you thought to yourself, looking out the window. the light from inside your room combined with the darkness outside made it difficult to see who it was but you saw an outline, sucking your teeth when you realize who it is.

“get the fuck away from my window miles before i come out there and fight your ass.” you said, looking back at your show. you didn’t hear any voice but rather, the sound of the lock on your window click and slide open, giving miles access to step inside your room, to which he gladly did.

“bro what the fuckkk” you groaned, pausing your show. “get out of my room. i told you, we’re not together. only my lover can do that.” you said, getting up.

“listen y/n, i’m sorry, i’m so fucking sorry” he said, his eyes were glossing over with tears. “i didnt mean to—it just happened baby i swear! i love you so fucking much..” he begged.

“no you don’t miles. you’re lying to both me and you. if you loved me, you wouldn’t have cheated.” you said. seeing him like this—so vulnerable and desperate broke your heart, but you couldn’t go back. what if he does it again.

“get out of my room.”

(this isn’t rlly good which is shocking since i spent so long to even proofread not to talk of starting it but shh y’all 🙈)

all 4 u // e42! miles morales

the frantic tapping at your window dragged you out your trance. you turned from your desk that was littered in homework to it, revealing a dark silhouette, one that seemed oddly familiar. miles.

you quickly hurried off to the window, opening it with a click, letting miles stumble in. “miles?” you spoke, worry dripping in your tone. he only let out a pained groaned as he basically fell onto your queen sized bed. “what happened?” you pressed, but he didn’t speak, resorting to show where his side was bruised.

“you know that guy from earlier?” he spoke, his voice strangled and breathless.

you and miles walked through the crowded mall, just browsing and laughing as you guys sipped on your drinks, cracking jokes with eachother.

“no, and the she has the nerve to post that corny shit on her story like girl if you don’t get outta here!“ you finished, you and miles starting up again in your fits of laughter.

“hol’ on baby ima go use the bathroom real quick” he said, pressing a quick peck to your cheek as he sauntered off. you stood in front of the beauty supply, just looking at the stuff that we’re trying to lure you in from the entrance of the store.

all of a sudden, some random guy came up to you. he looked.. interesting to say the least. he looked around you and miles age.

“hey ma. i feel like i’ve seen you from somewhere.” at this point, you could tell he was trying to use some weird, desperate way to coax you into giving him your socials as you’ve surely never seen this man a day in your life, but you wouldn’t budge.

“well, i can assure you, i’ve never seen you a day in my life” you spoke, eyeing him up and down subtly. you turned away but were caught real off guard when he grabbed you by the arm to turn you back to face him.

“nah really i-“ he spoke before you cut him off.

“yo i already said i don’t know you so don’t you ever put your hands on me” you yelled. you saw miles coming out of the bathroom already so you shoulder bumped past the guy to go stand next to him.

“you good mama?” he asked, looking at you before looking at the guy

“he’s over here tryna get my number and shii and i told him no and shit and he touched me like what the fuck” you mumbled to him, frustrated at the situation.

he just mugged the guy. “if she said she ain’t wanna give you her number why you pressing her bruh. whatever it ain’t even worth it man, let’s go baby” he said, turning you guys around to keep walking.

“whatever yo bitch ain’t even fine anyways!” the guy yelled at y’all’s backs. it really seemed to get under miles skin but he didn’t do anything after that.

“the one from the mall? yea, why?” you asked, sitting next to him on the bed.

“i saw him again on the street in my way here and he was talking mad shit to his friend about you, so i got mad and started swinging but his weak ass homeboy jumped in and started hitting me and shit. i got em both off me but the guy landed hard ass hits.” he muttered. you sighed at him.

“you shouldn’t have baby” you pouted. “i don’t care about what he gotta say. he a bum ass nigga and you not so why you focused on him.”

you walked out to you kitchen, making an ice pack for him, you walked back to your room to see him looking at a book you had just started reading a few days ago.

“here, out this on your side” you said, handing him the ice pack and helping him lift his shirt.

“damn mama if you wanted to get freaky just say that” he said, smirking.

“miles.”

“sorry.”