'Star in a web~✮' || Miles Morales x Reader

「 ✦ 𝗙𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆! ✦ 」

   "Ain't no way you main Mileena." Miles interrupts.

   "I do! And I'm about to whoop your ass with Mileena." I spat as I waited for the countdown to finish.

   We began the battle of button mashing, landing combos on each other's avatars like clockwork. I dawned on the antique fighting pattern that I wielded for years and began to rapidly deplete Miles's health. He was a great player and had amazing reaction time, he'd been playing the game for a while and It showed. He had his own combo that changed after each completion. It was clear he actively thought about his moves before making them. In his eyes, it was like a small game of chess. Observing every pattern your opponent made, and countering what you think they'd do next. Miles was incredibly smart, and that much was clear during the amount of time we'd spent together, but I didn't really understand how quickly he was able to think until now. I still whooped his ass though.

   The second and third rounds closed out just like the first, with me landing the last few blows on Miles as he dropped his head in defeat. "Hold this fuckin' L. I tried to warn you! I tried!" I clowned him for about five minutes before noticing the menacing energy radiating from his side of the bed. I quickly turn my head to see him giving me the most devious, ground-shaking, soul-penetrating side eye I've ever seen someone do. I instantly became a victim of the sassy man apocalypse when I saw him roll his eyes and shake his head. My mouth opened to say something, but before I could Miles decided to tackle me.

   "NOT YOU ROUGH-HOUSING OVER MORTAL KOMBAT!" I laugh as Miles lands soft fake punches to my face. I hoist myself up and fight back, throwing the same fake punches to his stomach before attempting to tackle him. That man was SOLID. I hadn't realized until now, but Miles was STRONG. I could physically feel the outline of some abs as the side of my face pushed into his stomach as I made a futile attempt to knock him down. "DAMN BITCH!? YOU LIFT?" I yelled in between giggles as Miles hoisted me over his shoulder and spun me around my room to make me dizzy. 

   "I told you! After running from the cops you get stronger! Life-long cardio." He giggles as he spins a few more times before throwing me back on my bed. My head was spinning as I attempted to get back up, squinting to see Miles in a full-on battle stance as I struggled to get on my feet. I laughed and chortled as I threw clumsy delicate punches at Miles and made a few attempts to dodge his attacks. "Okay okay! You...You win." I pant with a wide grin as I slowly back up from Miles. He smirks as he makes his way out of my room, rummaging through my fridge for a bottle of water and a cup of ice before returning to my room.

   "Damn straight," he smiles as he passes me the cup of ice. "Hold this L." He echos.

   I roll my eyes before lifting my hand to flip him off, leaning back on the headboard of my bed and scrolling on my phone with my free hand. "Your mom doesn't think I kidnapped you, right? She's not gonna appear at my front door?" I ask as I remembered that Miles had a habit of not telling his mother his whereabouts, a look of slight fear creeping onto my face as I turn to face Miles.

   He laughs as he playfully swats at me, crossing his arms and leaning back on the headboard, mirroring my position. "Nah she knows I'm here, don't worry." I nod as I return to my phone. "Bambi you wanna listen to some music? I got a speaker in here somewhere I could connect to."  

   "Yeah, whatchu listen to?" He sits himself up to lay flat on his stomach, propping his head on his hands as he turns to me.

   "Anything really...Just not country" He shrugs.

(https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2ZPlHhRjn7zTThF72Ae4RK for tha girlies who wanna listen <3)

   I turn on one of my chill playlists and connect it to my speaker, the low vibrations flowing through the air as I lay down, gnawing on some of the ice Miles had gotten for me. The room had a warm atmosphere of comfort, with nothing but the quiet music disrupting the peaceful silence in the room. We were doing completely different things, but still doing something together. As Miles hummed along to  'For Sale?' by Kendrick Lamar, I hadn't even realized as my eyes began to automatically shut. Miles chuckled to himself as he took a quick photo of my resting face, fixing my neck slightly so I wouldn't wake up with neck pain.

He gave me one last look, but only it was longer. He noted my (Shade of brown/pale for the albino girlies) skin, taking in my facial features and how they perfectly aligned to create the work that is my face. My full and two-toned lips, my natural curly hair, and every beauty mark I had on my face. He committed my sleeping form to memory as if I would disappear at any moment. He felt his face warm slightly as he gave me a small grin, admiring how pretty I truly was. He thought to himself for a moment, before writing a small note and leaving it on my nightstand.

   He knew he couldn't stay because he'd dawn the black and red mask of danger in the morning. He hated how unguaranteed it was that he'd return home every day. He hated the idea that he might not ever see me again or feared that Miguel's trash ass theory would make a round-a-bout in his life, proving itself to be accurate one day through me. He stopped writing, looking back at me before deciding against his better judgment and getting comfortable again on the side opposite of me. If any of these floating insecurities turned out to be true, fuck it. He was going to enjoy every day beside me purely because he didn't know if it'd be his last. He was willing to risk everything for me, his...best friend. Yeah. Best friend.