Miles Morales Imagines

LATE-NIGHT TRAIN

Word count: 300 words

Warnings: None

As you and Miles find yourselves on a late-night train, a calm and peaceful feeling fills the air. The train's gentle rocking lulls him into a deep sleep, his head resting comfortably against the cool window. You can't help but look at him with affection, appreciating how amazing he is and feeling grateful to have him in your life. 

When you shift in your seat, he stirs and mumbles some words that you can't quite understand. At first, you think it's just part of his dream, so you don't pay much attention. But then, he says your name again, this time sounding urgent and worried, leaning his head on your shoulder. His furrowed brow and troubled expression make it seem like he's having a nightmare. 

"Y/n, please listen," he pleads, placing his hand on his heart, showing that he's in pain. You realize there's something more to this, and it's not just a coincidence. Worried about him, you gently ask him what's wrong, and your touch soothes him as you stroke his hair. Slowly, he opens his eyes, and there's a mischievous sparkle in them as he tilts your chin up, bringing his lips closer to yours. You try to resist, but there's something irresistible about his touch, his hands, and before you know it, his lips gently meet yours. You can't help but give in to the magical feeling, kissing him back with equal passion. His hands get tangled in your hair, playfully messing it up, but you don't mind at all. As he pulls away, a big grin spreads across his face, and his eyes shine with happiness. 

"That was the perfect kiss to make my heartache disappear," he admits, his voice filled with sincerity. "I missed you, y/n, even though it's only been a few hours."