| Tu Corazoncito | Miles Morales x Fem! Reader

Lover Boy

Synopsis: Just Miles being cheesy with you on your anniversary <3
wc:1.5k
warnings: none! Js some lovey-dovey Miles 😻

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*DRINGG—DRINGG*
You groaned at the sound of your alarm blaring in your ear, while you were lazily turning around to turn it off you decided to check your phone. Looking at the date you immediately began to giggle, it was you and Miles' one year anniversary. And you looked at your notifications with countless reminders from apps you installed to the calendar saying that today was the special day; so let's just say that there was no way for you to forget this anniversary, you slipped into your uniform as you texted Miles good morning. Internally reminding yourself to not forget his gift at home.
Miles on the other hand—didn't forget either, he was just more erratic about it. "Special day today huh Miles," Ganke said as he wiggled his eyebrows teasingly at Miles. "You remembered right? I'd hate to be Y/n if you forgot your anniversary" He remarked, making Miles wince at the thought of you angry; "of course I remembered! I already got this under control Ganke" Said Miles, gesturing his head towards the pile of gifts he got this week in preparation for today. "So here's the plan: I walk up to her all suave—" "Cut," Ganke said plainly, cutting Miles off in the middle of his sentence. "First off, you're not suave. You're like the opposite of suave," He pointed out, "And like are you gonna do this all at school?" Ganke asked. "No, you see if you didn't cut me off I woulda told you" replied an irritated Miles, "so I walk up to Y/n, tell her happy anniversary and that I got us reservations for dinner at this fancy restaurant—but not before I give her this ramo buchón," He said shoving a huge bouquet in Gankes face. "Isn't that a little too much?" Asked Ganke moving the bouquet out of his face. "Nah, my mom told me it'd be perfect," said a proud Miles, "Yeah ok mr. Suave," remarked Ganke "I'll leave you to it," he said exiting the room leaving Miles alone. Quickly sending you a good morning message, Miles grabbed the ramo and ran off to school, he couldn't afford to arrive late today. On his way to school Miles rehearsed what he'd say when he saw you "alright Miles, you got this" he told himself, slapping his face once or twice to get the blood flowing in his body (and get rid of the nerves). Miles noticed the stares and whispers that started as he walked down the hall with his little gift, some girl mentioning how cute it was, another saying how she wished her boyfriend would do that for her, and some just calling Miles a damn simp. He couldn't care less, all he was thinking about was the face you'd make when you saw him.
Finally, he spotted you at your locker putting your stuff away, and when you saw him, Miles couldn't help but notice your huge smile..and some people pulling their phones out to start recording. A bit embarrassing but nothing Miles couldn't handle, as Miles walked towards you he started to scratch the back of his neck smiling. A nervous habit of his, but regardless of that he was doing just fine, Miles opened his mouth to speak; "Y/n,.." He gulped "Y/n, happy anniversary. You make me so happy, and I don't ever want to lose you eres el amor de mi vida no puedo vivir sin ti mi vida." He said as he lifted your chin and kissed you, a chorus of "aww's" filling the halls. "I love you too" you replied, giving him another kiss "I got us dinner reservations" Miles whispered in your ear as he handed you the ramo. "Really?" You said giggling, Miles was going all out today. And personally? You loved it. "Here, I got you something too," You said handing him a shoe box, they were the shoes Miles had been raving about for a while now, and Miles felt as if he was falling in love with you all over again "Y/n I actually love you so much"—and then he remembered he was still in school. Shit "I'll pick you up at 8!" Miles yelled at you as he ran to class. And you suddenly realized you also had classes to get to, giggling as you speed walked to AP algebra. After a long day of daydreaming about Miles, the day was finally over and you practically ran home to start getting ready for your date.
You decided to get into a pretty f/c dress that complimented your body, and [insert fav hairstyle] quickly looking at the mirror as you added some finishing touches when you suddenly heard a knock on the door. Your eyes flicked towards the clock in your room which read 8:00 P.M. Miles being there on the dot didn't surprise you, after all, you'd seen his mom tell him "Early is 5 minutes before!". You quickly smoothed your dress before opening the door to see Miles in a nice suit.
To say Miles was in awe when you opened the door was an understatement; a smile was plastered on his face the moment he saw you "You look beautiful" He said breathlessly. "Let's go" Miles motioned you with his hand. "So how did you even get the reservations?" You asked, "Uh.. You know, I got a friend" he chuckled, Miles definitely Wasn't going to tell you how he begged his parents to do him the favor of getting him the reservations for months. Miles truly outdid himself, but to him, it was the least he could do for the girl he's fallen in love with so deeply.
You two ordered your food, he chose a medium rare steak meanwhile you ordered [insert fav food]. The food finally arrived and it smelled great, but while you ate you couldn't help but look at Miles' steak, he devoured it as if it was his last meal. No way it was that good "You wanna try some of mine?" He asked, noticing how you were eying his food for a while. "Mhm!" You replied, quickly nodding. Which led to Miles happily feeding you a bit of his steak. And it was really good "Ehh it was mid." You told Miles blankly, "What?! Babe, it's fucking delicious" Miles said offended by your accusation, "Fine ok! It was delicious" you admitted, "but not good enough for you to eat it like a starved child" You laughed, recalling how eager Miles was when the food finally arrived. After a successful dinner, you and Miles walked to the rooftop of his apartment building, in complete awe as you took in the view. Rose petals scattered around the floor as candles lit up the night sky, "Miles, this is perfect" you told him in complete amazement as you turned to look at him. But when you turned around you weren't met with Miles and instead, you saw—"Spiderman?!" You said looking around and searching for any sign of your boyfriend "Yeah that's me" Spiderman replied slowly taking off his mask to reveal himself. "Ha-ha, nice costume Miles. You scared me!" You said, not believing for a second that Miles was actually Spiderman. "I am Spiderman!" "Nuh-uh, prove it." This lead you to see Miles upside down, suspended by his webs Holy shit. He wasn't lying, but Miles was there to quickly snap you out of your shock; he was making kissy faces at you, while still upside down. Cute, you thought as you leaned in kissing him, "So... if you're Spiderman that means you can swing around the city anytime?" You asked him,
That was the last thing you said before you found yourself swinging through Brooklyn with Miles as you grabbed onto him for dear life, Miles wasn't going to let you fall anyways but you wouldn't risk it. Despite your fear, the sight was beautiful; lights flashed, with skyscrapers adorning the city as the fresh air hit your face. And the way Miles' features only seemed to be enhanced by all this making him look more ethereal than ever "Where do you wanna go?" He yelled as he swung from building to building. "Brooklyn Bridge!" The adrenaline finally wore off as you and Miles landed on the top of the bridge; "I can't believe you never told me!" You huffed, "It was a nice surprise though— wasn't it?" Miles asked before he quickly swept you off your feet bridal style. "You know... I didn't decorate the rooftop for us not to be there" he complained, starting to swing back to his home.
When you two finally got back he gently set you down smiling up at you. "Happy anniversary"
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A/N! I loved writing some sappy stuff😻 I finally plugged this in Grammarly and for reference this is a ramo buchón