𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚: E42! x reader

Chapter 33: Hero Arc 14: • "𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪."

<A/N> warning: smut, maybe a lil angst and toxicity until they both admit it ❤️‍🩹)
BE PATIENT WITH THIS MAN and the reader.
also the reader or.. y/n has a huge ego so the second she feels insulted. She's not gonna take that  AAAND feelings will be confessed soon... shits finally gonna progress in this chapter! But they're still growing their love so it's not that kinda confession yet....

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Your apartment
3:05 am.
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"I can still.. save..."
You wake up to the sound of Miles mumbling and talking to himself. It was still raining heavily outside as you blinked.
Does this man sleep talk??
You already had a headache as your body recovered from what he did to you a couple hours ago. PLUS. You had to wake up at 7 am for school. You grumble checking the time on your phone, setting it back down as you lean back onto his chest.

"Yo...can you not?"
His mumbles graduated to the sound of panting, and his heart thudding against your ear as you suck your teeth in annoyance and open your eyes.
"Bro I said-"
Miles's warm chest was rising up and down way too quickly and you realized something was wrong.

You get off of him and rub your eyes as he has a distressed expression on his face as his eyes were tightly shut. You heard him whimper a little as sweat trickled down his forehead. He kept panting as you heard a faint:
"No...no!"

Miles was having a nightmare.

"Oh.. oh fuck."
You kinda panicked as you put a hand to his chest. But you wanted to get him out of whatever he was experiencing, seeing him so stressed was painful. You quickly sat up and leaned over him as he kept mumbling.
"Miles hey-"

You shook him gently by his shoulders as he kept whispering to himself. You were thankful he didn't thrash around as you continued trying to wake him up.
"Dad.. I-!"

"Hey hey, you're okay- it isn't real!"
You shake him again and this time it seems to work.
He gasps when he jolts awake sitting upright suddenly as he covers his face with his hands. His voice shook a little as he caught his breath.
"Fuck, fuck..."

His chest was trembling—his panic didn't stop until you held his hand and placed it over your own chest. You held his fingertips tightly trying to help.
"I'm right here.. you're fine."
His breathing slows, he swallowed and felt your heart pumping.
It slowly brought him back to reality and out of his own head.
Okay.. I think he's good..

You tried to hold him when he smacked your hands away harshly.
"Don't touch me!"
Alr nvm...

He lowered his hands looked at you up and down, tense and angry as he shouted at you. His breathing rose up again as he narrowed his eyes at you. Miles spoke in a lower tone before muttering again:
"Do not touch me..."

"..okay!.. Okay."
You put both your hands up as you sat on your knees and faced him. He took another trembling breath. His legs reached the end of the bed as he pinched the bridge of his nose, snapping out of it.

"I shouldn't have stayed."
He mutters to himself as you watch him trying to figure out what the hell his issue is. Your ego stung from his words as you try to keep your composure.
But you figure it's embarrassment.
Embarrassment from showing himself vulnerable to you.
Thinking you were going to use this against him.

He goes to get up and slide off of your bed when you hold his forearm from behind as you look up into his eyes, a little indifferent.
You didn't want to be too emotional or too passive.
He looked down at your hand, scowls a little at your grip and glares at you.