Stories about Y/n creating bonds with characters from series and films.
(I don't own the characters)
PG-13!
1. **Language:** Mild to moderate profanity, but not extreme or pervasive.
2. **Violence:** Some intense or realistic violence may be present...
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It was a peaceful evening on the beach, far from the noise and chaos of the city. The sun had just set, casting a warm, golden glow over the horizon, and the gentle sound of waves crashing against the shore filled the air. Miles Morales, the Spider-Man of his universe, found solace in moments like these. Away from the responsibilities of being a hero, he could just be Miles—no mask, no web-slinging, no danger. And beside him, Y/n, the girl who made everything feel lighter, more real.
They had been dating for a few months now, finding pockets of time between all the madness to be together. Tonight was one of those rare occasions where they could just exist, no expectations, no missions. Just them.
The water called to them, its surface calm and inviting. Miles looked at Y/n with a playful smile, an idea already forming in his mind. "You know," he started, "it's kind of perfect for a swim right now. No one around, just us. What do you say?"
Y/n raised an eyebrow, catching the mischievous glint in his eye. "You want to swim *now*? It's almost dark."
"That's the point!" Miles laughed, his excitement contagious. "It's like our own private ocean." He took a step toward the water, pulling his shirt over his head. Y/n watched as he stripped down, tossing his clothes carelessly onto the sand. When he turned back, he was completely naked, his grin widening as he stood there, waiting.
Y/n couldn't help but laugh. "You're ridiculous, you know that?"
"Come on, live a little!" Miles beckoned her, already wading into the water. "The water feels amazing!"
Y/n hesitated for a moment, but the carefree energy of the night was too enticing to resist. She glanced around—there really was no one in sight—and with a smirk, she began undressing, following Miles' lead. The cool breeze tickled her skin as she shed her last piece of clothing, feeling a rush of freedom she hadn't anticipated.
The water was cool, but not cold, as she stepped in. Miles was already a few feet ahead, the water lapping at his waist. He turned to her, eyes sparkling under the soft moonlight that had just begun to rise. "See? Told you it's nice."
Y/n swam closer, the water smooth against her bare skin. It was liberating, being out there with him, just the two of them and the endless ocean. She felt a sense of calm wash over her, as if the world had shrunk down to just this moment.
As they floated side by side, Miles reached for her hand, pulling her gently closer until their bodies brushed against each other. He wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her close as they bobbed in the water. "I'm glad we did this," he whispered, his voice soft but full of affection.
"Me too," Y/n replied, resting her head against his chest. The warmth of his skin against hers, coupled with the quiet stillness of the ocean, made everything feel perfect. No worries about villains or alternate dimensions, no danger looming overhead—just this, just them.
They stayed like that for what felt like hours, lost in the simplicity of each other's company, the sound of the waves, and the soft glow of the moonlight.
