Marvel One-Shots! (Discontinued)

Another Life (Miles MoralesxFem!Reader)

{Based on the song 'The One That Got Away'}
[Reincarnated Soulmates Trope]
\Part one of ?/

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"I love you,"

"Thank you, Mr, uh, Spiderman?"

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"Summer after high school, when we first met,
We make out in your Mustang to Radiohead,
And on my eighteenth birthday, we got matching tattoos.
Used to steal your parents liquor and climb to the roof,
Talk about our future like we had a clue.
Never planned that one day, I'd be losing you..."
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Y/n sat on the roof, her feet dangling over the edge as she sighed, pressing play on the song she and her ex-boyfriend, Miles, had danced to every year on their anniversary. She groaned loudly. Why hadn't she removed this from her playlist yet?

Maybe it was because tonight was their anniversary. Well, not technically. Not anymore. That fact was painfully real to Y/n, however much she tried to deny it.

Ever since they broke up, she just felt... alone. She put her head in her hands and started to cry, the tears slipping down her cheeks. She couldn't help but feel hopeless.

Miles had been her soulmate; she was almost sure of it. She had loved him more than she had ever loved anyone, or would ever love anyone.

Every dream she had since he broke up with her was them in different time periods, being happy and content in each other's arms. Roman times, the Renaissance, the 1960s, etc.

And oh, how it hurt.

Each dream was like a stab to her heart. It just damaged it even further, and every night she woke up sobbing.

Tuning out the song that made her want to cry herself to sleep, she allowed her mind to wander, just for a little bit.

Maybe it would stop her heart from hurting so much.

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"Y/n," Miles murmured against his girlfriend's neck, pressing a soft kiss there and smiling when she sat up straighter, a blush creeping up her neck. "You're so pretty."

"Miles," Y/n laughed, her face a bright red, swivelling in his chair to face him head on. "Can I help you?"

Miles was sitting on his bed, legs dangling a little above the floor. He was wearing a white tank top and black basketball shorts, since Y/n had stolen his yellow and black hoodie and was wearing it as she did her homework.

Miles smirked and leaned forward, catching Y/n's lips in a kiss. After a moment, she pulled away, smiling. "Was that all you needed?" She asked, beginning to turn back to her work.

Miles pouted. "Y/n." He whined, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her up on top of him in an effort to keep her undivided attention, laying down on his back and staring up at her with a goofy smile on his face, completely lovestruck. "You look so good in my hoodies." He whispered, rubbing small circles in Y/n's lower back.

She crossed her arms, sitting up on his stomach. "Miles, I have to study."

"Aww, c'mon... just cuddle with me for a little bit! Please?" He asked, hands resting on her hips. "I haven't seen you in so long."