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[silentwhsprs]

BOUND 2 , miles morales

you and miles just saved the multiverse and destroyed a collider that would ruin everything. everyone made it home but you, you were stuck in a dimension that wasnt even yours.

angst, fluff??, miles being bad at comforting, your called sol which means sun/sunshine in english, based off of spiderman itsv w spiderman atsv spoilers, minor google translate spanish, cussing, miles the rizzler

you walked toward the edge of the destroyed collider, wiping the dried tears with the tips of your fingers. you dangled your feet over the burnt ground.

miles walked toward you and stood behind you, “whats wrong, sol?” he asked. you looked up at him, your mask was scrunched up in your hand.

you hated what you were gifted, you hated what you did with your gift, you hated the entire saying with great power comes great responsibility. nothing about this was great.

“i just cant believe, I’ll never get to experience my actual life.” you said, your face contorting into disbelief. miles placed his hand on your shoulder, “this is your actual life now, luz del sol.” he tried.

miles didnt understand the situation you were caught in. he lost uncle aaron and calls it a sob story, the moment you saw lyla and the random dude who remained anonymous tell you infront of who you thought was your family that they somehow warped you from your earth you didn’t understand.

your parents looked at you guilty, the anonymous spiderguy made sure that you were completely aware of where you belonged wasnt earth-1610.

“miles..” you began, “you belong here. this is your earth, your life. but mine.. I’ll never get to experience it. because for some odd reason my dimension decided to self destruct itself seconds later i was warped off their earth.” you explained.

you felt the tears rebuild themselves, “it wouldn’t even allow me to try to get back there. and the stupid surgery i had gotten wasnt consensual at all! and im just stupid stupid-“ you yelled out in frustration. miles grabbed your hands and pinned them over your head.

the different position made you stand up right infront of miles, “stop talking to yourself like that, okay?”

“you’re not stupid, you’re not anything. you mí luz del sol.” miles said, he looked in your eyes with full sincerity.

“i think..” you giggled, “i think were bound to.. miles.” you said look back in his eyes.

“what?” he chuckled softly, releasing your hands from the position. “like..like the song?” he asked.

“yup.” you smirked, “we’re bound to falling in love.”

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━━━━━ marthas diner 3 , miles morales

miles and his family are dining in at your workplace, he embarrassed you infront of your entire class, remembering that miles has been missing out on a lot of spanish, so you're using that to your advantage.

this part may seemed rush for the lack of transitions, but im debating to start a enemies to lovers with miles but it would be a fast burn but not like a really fast burn, they’re hatred for eachother would be gone after a few chapters :((. just lmk if u would want me to write that!

“Miles?”

You felt multiple waves of emotion wash past you, you felt the world change colors. You debated whether you were happy, sad, shocked, surprised?

“Surprise?..” He chuckled nervously, his phone ringing abruptly is what killed the moment again. Before he could pull it out, you grabbed it and answered it.

“Hello!?” You shouted angrily at the culprit. “¿Con quién está hablando, señorita? ¡Mientras contesta el teléfono de mi hijo, te encontraré!” (Who are you talking to, miss? As long as you answer my son's phone, I will find you!) A voice shouted angrily back. You immediately knew it was Mrs. Morales. You handed the phone over to Miles scratching you neck.

Miles glanced at you before being scolded by his mother, he came up with a thousand excuses before she finally believed one. Where he said Gwen had answered it and with a reply of “(Y/N) is better, hijo.”

Little did she know, Gwen was far from picking up that phone.

“Now allow me to feel things Miles,” you started. “Look, I know what you’re feeling. I don’t even know how I’m feeling most of the time-“ Miles comforted.

“No you don’t. You are Spiderman. I’m just a basic civilian girl with no cool abilites to save Brooklyn, I never ever have the same opportunities as you. Plus, you have a police captain father running through your blood.” You ranted, Miles’s mask still laid on the floor. The fabric picking up debris that was chipping off the roof of the wall.

You walked toward your bed and sat down, he followed. He sat next to you and grabbed your hand. “You’re not basic. You never were.”

“Yeah-“ You began again, you were cut off by Miles bringing you in for another kiss. This one was different, as if he tried to calm you down. You put your hand on his cheek.

The creaking of the door didn’t stop the moment, the figure stopped in place and took surroundings of your room.

“Santo inferno! Nostra figlia esce con un uomo ragno!” (Holy Hell, Our daughter is dating a Spiderman!) A deep voice shouted, you two immediately pulled apart as Miles grabbed his mask and put in on!

You stood up to cover Miles, “No, papà. Questo non è quello che sembra! Non è l'uomo ragno. E non ci frequentiamo! Hai sbagliato tutto.” ( No, dad. This is not what it seems! It's not Spider-Man. And we don't date! You got it all wrong.)

“Créeme mamá!” (Believe me, Mom) You cried out, dying to protect Miles identity. Miles quickly stood by your side, except he had his mask on and deepens his voice. “I’m not Spiderman, Mr. (L/N). I’m just a cosplayer for ComicCon!” He tried.

“Vita mia, guarda questo pagliaccio che cerca di fingere di non essere Spider Guy!” (My life, look at this clown trying to pretend he's not Spider Guy!) Your father chuckled.

You grunted and rolled your eyes, this is not how you wanted your father to meet Miles. Your mother was leaning against the table addressing the Mail that was delivered today. She knew her daughter like the back of her hand.

She knew that her daughter had liked Miles, so she definitely knew that Miles was Spiderman. He needn’t to worry. His secret was perfectly save in The (L/N) Familia.

Miles stood froze doing the jazz hands positon, finally your mother spoke up. “Miles, quítate la máscara. todos sabemos que eres tú ahí abajo. Te prometo que no diremos tu identidad, pero mantente a salvo salvando a Brooklyn.” ( Miles, take off your mask. We all know it's you down there. I promise we won't reveal your identity, but stay safe by saving Brooklyn. ) She smiled, ripping open the paper that was addressed by Visions Academy.

“Mamma Mia.”(Oh Mamma!) You whispered. Miles slid off his mask and sat next to you. He put his hand over your shoulder. How could somebody else’s parents know about his identity but not even his own. Life was fucked up.

“You speak Italian?” He asked. You looked up at those honey eyes. “Yep, My dad was born in Italy then moved to America. My mom was born here except she was born and raised in a predominantly Puerto Rican area which is why my family and I know Spanish. I do have some Spanish descent though.” You explained. (idc if ur black, white, yellow, green, this is for the story.)

“Well, that’s funny. But what are we gonna call this?” He asked again, making circular finger motions around you two. “I want to get to know you better, then we can call it official if everything works out. Which I’m sure it will. And, as long as Gwendolyn Stacy stays out the picture completely. Because I’m not afraid to regañar a una chica blanca por meterse con mi hombre, especialmente cuando es mío.” (scold a white girl for messing with my man, especially when he's mine.) You smirked.

Your mom walked by the door frame and snapped a picture, “¡Le envío esto a Río para que me pague!” ( Im sending this to Rio so she can pay me! )

You and Miles looked at each other in shock, “Y’all betted on us?!” You both shouted in sync.

“Sabes que la hicimos.” (You know we did.) Your mom and Rio shouted in sync back giggling.

that’s it y’all! martha’s diner is wrapped up! remember to reread my top note about the enemies to lovers! lmk what y’all will and wont read! bye loves.

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━━━━━ marthas diner 2 , miles morales

miles and his family are dining in at your workplace, he embarrassed you infront of your entire class, remembering that miles has been missing out on a lot of spanish, so you're using that to your advantage.

there is NO SMUT AT ALL, miles is a minor and so is the reader. Also im planning on making a 8-12part enemies to lovers for miles. just let me know if you would read that, and send requests!

The tension between you two was sky rocketing.

The aroma of Amber and Vanilla Blossom filled the air, and the lights were dimmed low. “Why did you try that, (Y/N)?” Miles asked. You smirked lowly knowing exactly what he meant.

“Try what.. exactly?” You answered, choosing your words carefully. Miles walked towards you slowly but surely. You were backed up against one of the tables but begin rising on the tip of your tennis shoes as he approached you.

His walk was so many things, it just defined him of who he was. After he had lost Uncle Aaron he had changed so much. But you were pretty sure it was more to the story as the blonde girl who came to Visions Academy left 3 days later. You were there to comfort Miles’s family. And they appreciated you very much for that.

“You know what I mean, puta.” He cursed, You gasped not expecting that from your Miles, but you had just as a snappy reply.

“Sí lo hago. pero solo quería que supieras cómo me sentí después de ese pequeño truco que hiciste en clase.” (Yes, I do. but I just wanted you to know how I felt after that little trick you pulled in class.)

Miles stood right infront of you. He wasn’t that tall, he only stood at 5’11. Whilst you were around 5’8 (Tall Girl Supremacy) Although you were tall, he could look down on you. But being this close you could examine his face carefully.

He had honey brown eyes but around the top it was like coated dark chocolate, and he had freckles just like Señora Morales. But his lips are full and pink. You didn’t realize it but things just felt right. The creases on your shoes would be unbearable for as long as you continued working at Martha’s.

Miles looked deep into your eyes, he leaned in and so did you. Your lips touched but the abrupt ringing of his phone and clashing in the back stopped you two from getting any further. You read the reader and saw a girl as the profile picture, you couldn’t read the name but you remember the same blonde and pink hair with the shaved side. Expect her hair looked longer and the shaved side never grew.

You felt all heartbreak as Miles quickly answered the phone walking away. You noticed him peak to look at you a few times but you released yourself from the uncomfy stance and walked to the back to grab your things. All you had to was lock up the building, so that’s all you were going to do.

You should’ve locked Miles in the building but you would get fired immediately. When you walked back into the dining area, Miles was still on the phone.

“Miles! Time to go I’m locking up!” You shouted, wanting it to be loud enough for the mistress on the phone. “Yeah, I’m on my way. Bye Gwen.”

Miles walked toward you, following you out the building. It was still raining but the streetlights and building is what made everyone capable to se e outside the noir sky.

“I’m sorry for embarrassing you infront of the class.” He apologized. You glanced at him and kept walking. You just continuously thought about Gwen Stacy. The lace on the tip of your skirt got wet. And the noises of your shoes squelching in the rain made it hard to breathe.

“Who’s Gwen?” You questioned. Miles had stopped in his path, realizing he never told you about Gwen. Not that you needed to know but you guys could never put a label on your friendship. Some people thought you were enemies, some acquaintances, some friends, and maybe a little of that group thought you two were romantic.

“Just a friend.” He casually smoothed, you scoffed.

You stopped in your path aswell but you two were about 5 meters apart. “Look, tell me the truth, Miles.”

“No.” He hastily said. “Vete a la mierda Miles Morales. No vengas a llorar si Gwen dice que no está enamorada de ti. Como sabía de ella, simplemente no sabía su nombre, pero ahora que sé quién es. Estoy bastante seguro de que lo sé ahora.” (Fuck you Miles Morales. Don't come crying if Gwen says she's not in love with you. Since I knew about her, I just didn't know her name, but now that I know who she is. I'm pretty sure I know now.)

You walked away, ignoring the calls of Miles and him chanting that he had to make sure you got home safe. You didn’t need to be around him right now. Cause you didn’t know what you felt for him, and he obviously didn’t know what he felt for you.

Once you made it home you stood by the door, leaving your forehead to touch the rusty wood. You heard cartoons playing on the TV and you fathers snoring. Your mother took back working late night shifts so you were stuck with your father. The keys jangled as you walked in. You plopped off your tennis shoes and tip toed to your bedroom.

Your window was cracked open, but you stood in your bedroom without moving. But, just sat down on your bed. You closed your eyes and grabbed the Sony headphones off your dresser and played (Y/F/S) (Your Favorite Song, and play the song fr babes). You hummed the tune and imagined a world where you had everything you wanted.

Being zoned out, you didn’t hear the figure that entered through your bedroom window. He touched one of your eyelids, but you jumped up at the feeling. And sprayed your bug spray you kept handy on the floor. The figure started screaming and hollering and started spraying webs? everywhere.

You took yourself into realization snatching the headphones of your ears. Spiderman was in your room. You had sprayed Spiderman with bug spray. After a minute his eyes have seemed to healed and he had sat down in the corner of your room. You checked various times to see if your father had awoken but luckily he didn’t just a few movements here and there.

After the silence, Spiderman had spoken up. “Did you know it’s National Make People Happy Day?”

“No.” You whispered. You thought about Miles, yeah right.

“Well, when I saw you listening to music which I assume is a coping mechanism I knew exactly what would put a smile on your face.” He shared.

“As much as I should be cautious of you right now, show me what you got Spidey.” You smiled. Spiderman grabbed your waist and jumped out the window, you tucked your face into his shoulder but also tried to hold your dress down from flying up. You were an idiot for not changing.

Spiderman swung ontop and through buildings, and since the streets were surprisingly empty he has a little fun there aswell. He had swung through a deli and picked up two sandwiches and waters. He had made his final stop; destination. Which was on top of the Brooklyn Tower. The rain had stopped but the rain scent was still lingering, but somehow your scent was stronger than any rain.

Spiderman opened the sandwiches and handed you one, “This is making me happy?” You asked. He reminded you much of Miles.

“Yep.” He said, popping the ‘p.’

Spiderman pulled his mask up, but you turned away instantly. Prepared to eat sitting backwards. “Slow down, I’m not gonna pull it up all the way.”

You chuckled, “Oh, My bad. I just read a lot of comics and superhero TV shows and we all know that if they’re masked it’s for a good reason. And usually the person who knows the secret identity is the love interest and they die either in the prequel or in the sequel. And I’m way to young to die.”

Spiderman looked up at you, “You remind me of two people. You know that?” He said.

“Oh really, Who?”

“Gwanda and (N/N).” He revealed. “Holy, My nickname is (N/N).” You smiled.

You ate the sandwich and popped in a fresh mint. You looked at Spiderman. Or atleast what you could see, and recognized those same full but pink lips. It couldn’t be Miles��� right? You really didn’t want to kiss a stranger if you were wrong. But you also said you didn’t wanna die young. But if this was Miles, was he trying to win you back with his alternate identity.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Spiderman asked, looking up at your (E/C) eyes. He so bad wanted to you who he was. “Nah.” You declined. “Can you take me home?” You asked.

Spiderman grabbed your waist and swung you two home. You enjoyed the breeze and looked down on Brooklyn. You loved your city. Spiderman places you right in your room, getting ready to swing back out.

“Spiderman?” You said, walking closer to him. “Yeah?”

You stood close just as Miles did you in the diner, you shakily used the tips of your fingers and grabbed the mask. Slowly, you pulled it up as he allowed you. Spiderman leaned in and placed his lips on yours. You took yourself into shock but finished pulling up the mask and releasing it onto the ground. Spider-Man’s hands found themselves on your waist.

As your hands found themselves on his cheeks. You felt for something..anything. But your lips connected together like a puzzle pieces that was awaiting to find its pair. You pulled out of the kiss first, slowly opening your eyes.

The person who stood infront of you was

“Miles?”

yeah ikik, next part will be up soon! and that’ll be the last part and the overall shortest.

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━━━━━ marthas diner , miles morales

miles and his family are dining in at your workplace, he embarrassed you infront of your entire class, remembering that miles has been missing out on a lot of spanish, so you’re using that to your advantage.

You washed the dishes that were leftover from your friends last shift. It was about 9:30 P.M. at night and nobody usually dined in around this time so you were left to close up after 10:15P.M.

You checked your phone ever so often since the gentle song of “California Love,” by Tupac was playing. It was a classic so you hummed the tune while drying off your hands. You noticed the sudden movement of shadows outside of the window shades and quickly hid behind a counter.

“Hun, you have to trust me on this! Martha’s Diner is where all the kids used to meet up at. They sold milkshakes for the price of 25¢! Are you hearing me! 25¢!” A voice exaggerated, “I know but I’m telling you, these waitresses are rude and don’t listen!” The lady-like voice replied.

“It doesn’t look like anyone’s here..” The man voice began, “Hello! Anyone here? Are y’all open!?”

You stood up from your squatting position and walked toward the group, you realized it was Miles’ parents, Rio and Jeff.

“Oh hey, I didn’t expect to see you Mr and Mrs. Morales! Is Miles tagging along with you guys tonight?” You smiled gently.

“Yes he will be. We all planned to end the night on a good foot even though Miles is grounded. He should be coming in here shortly. He had to grab something from the car.” Rio explained.

“Okay.. so table for three then? Follow me.” You said, walking over to an empty booth that sat in the corner, although it was in the corner it had the best view of Brooklyn in the entire diner. Many people often reserved to sit there.

“Thank you, amor.” Rio smiled, the abrupt ringing of the bell is what captured both of your attention. It was Miles, he had his usual blue and red jacket combo but his face was wet and his jeans appeared to be damped from the inside.

“Miles, trae tu culo aquí!” (Miles, get your ass here!) Rio shouted waving her hand over to the booth. As he walked over you reminisced of earlier that day when he called you out in class that you had slobbed all over your computer the previous night which led to your computer keys jamming. You were so embarrassed you ran out of class not even caring for the detentions you were given for the rest of the month.

“Ah, I’m coming, Mamá.” He groaned. He walked passed you and hung the wet coat over the booth top. “Okay, well it’s only you guys. So I can give you a 25% Family Discount, just don’t tell my boss.” You winked, pulling out your notepad.

“So.. to start off with drinks what would you like?” You asked, “We’ll start off with waters.” Jeff said, opening the menu that was set in the center of the table.

Miles focused his vision on you, looking you up down gazing at the dress you were required to wear. Usually, you had to wear skates but since your boss wasn’t there you wore your tennis shoes that had been set in your locker for a few months.

You took in notice of Miles gazing’ you didn’t know whether his parents noticed but you were sure that you were going to make sure they did. “Mis ojos están aquí arriba, pervertido.” (My eyes are up here pervert) You spat, Rio’s eyes almost bulged out of their sockets, Jeff didn’t understand a word that you just said but knew it wasn’t good.

“Aye! Miles! The 3 months of you being grounded has been turned into 5! And I swear if you miss another class, I will ¡estrangularte y enviarte al campo de entrenamiento!” (I will strangle you and send you to boot camp)

“I wasnt-“ Miles started.

“I don’t want to hear it! Can we get the chips and salsa?” Rio asked still glaring at her 15-year-old son. “Of course.” You said glaring at Miles.

You walked toward the back, and grabbed the clean cups and filled them up with water, you also grabbed the tray alongside the paper and filled it up with chips. Grabbing the larger tray you put all of the items on there and began walking toward the group.

“Here you guys go, These items will be on your bill as the appetizer, now is there anything you would like for your meal?” You asked, preparing the notepad once again.

“No love, how about you join us.” Rio said, moving over her purse to add room in the booth. “Oh no, I couldn’t.” You gently refused.

“Come on, I’m sure you’ll be a nice influence to this little knucklehead, he needs to find a young girl like you and not girls who refer to me by my first name.” She said referring to Gwen earlier that day.

“Ma, she wasn’t trying to provoke you, it was just harmless-“ Miles started, “Harmless?! You know your father and I hate being called by our first name and it’s no free passes to Gwanda or Gwen whatever her name is! Nor, Ganke!” Rio spat, slamming her hand on the table.

Jeff rolled his eyes at the situation, it was originally him and Miles but now it was between Miles and his wife. But, your awkward standing position was beginning to feel uncomfortable so you immediately sat down to ease the tension. “Okay.. Mrs. Morales, how about this. Puedo ear clases particulares a Miles en español, para que pueda pasar el rato con la chica blanca.” (I can tutor Miles in Spanish, so he can hang out with the white girl) You evilly smiled.

You knew Miles wasn’t ever in Spanish and when he was he was always zoning out as if he was ready to jump out of the window at any given chance, so you decided that since he decided to embarrass you in front of your entire class you would embarrass him in front of his parents.

Miles immediately shook his head instantly at your words which caused Mrs. Morales to look at him suspiciously, “Gracias (Y/N), Rees el único amiga genuino que tiene.” (Thank you (Y/N), you’re the only genuine friend he has) Rio thanked.

Miles threw his head back as Jeff started laughing, the entire salsa bowl was gone and the only chips that were left was just crumbs. “Hey Miles, how about we start off with a quiz just to assure that you aren’t a No Sabo Kid..” You smirked.

He glared at you, his honey brown irises piercing through yours. “Eres una chica sucia.” (You’re a dirty girl.) He growled. “Y eres un pervertido.” (And you’re a pervert) You smirked.

Rio looked shocked at the choice of words being transferred between you two, “Cálmate, todos son 15.” (Calm down, everyone is 15.)

Miles relieved the tension by slouching down, he knew he liked Gwen but there was just something about you that made his stomach turn. He loved bothering you and embarrassing you he loved how flustered you got whenever he pointed out the littlest things about you.

“Gay Amos a la parte de atrás, si quieres continuar con esto.” (Let’s go to the back, if you want to continue this.) You suggested, you also knew that Rio understood every word you just said, but did Miles?

“¿Qué?” Miles chuckled nervously. Rio’s eyelids begin to rise, but the sudden announcement of Jeff’s radio sliced the tension with a knife. “Ugh, sorry, honey. I gotta go. Deal with the kids, alright, I love you.” Jeff stammered attempting to climb over Miles and run out the door. Since his dad left the only thing you could do is get Miles flustered on how he made you flustered all the damn time.

“Well, your fathers gone. But I’m not done with you Miles Gonzalo Morales. Now help this girl tidy up. I didn’t even get to taste the food because your gordo de padre.” (fathers fat) Rio sighed, grabbing her purse. “Get her home safely Miles.” She said before hearing the last ringing bell.

The tension between you two was sky rocketing.

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