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miguelhugger2099 · 4 months

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That Day

Summary: Where you're living your lovely life as the wife of Miguel's variant and Spiderverse Miguel doesn't bother yall C: This was originally two separate stories but I decided to combine it and it took a lot of work. It's a little long too so please take the time to sit down and enjoy it! :) Miguel x Fem!Reader, Fluff, Reader does speak/understand Spanish (Translation at the end), Proofread a little bit, Angst, Word Count: 3,146

“Up you go. C’mon, muñequita. Levántate.” Miguel nudged Gabriella awake. She groaned and tugged her blanket closer to her body, turning away from Miguel into a little burrito.

“No,” she whined. “Just five more minutes, papí.” Miguel leaned down and grabbed her little burrito body to make her sit up. Her hair was a mess, small strands of wavy hair poked out of place, her eyes were still shut and eyebrows furrowed.

“But it’s time for school, mija. You know this. Apúrate. Mamí made breakfast.” Miguel patted her back while Gabriella stretched, moaning as she did so. She slouched and rubbed her eyes, half-awake and half-listening. Gabriella nodded, mumbling some nonsense that Miguel took as acceptance, ruffling her already wild hair and left her room with the door open.

He made his way down the steps and towards the kitchen where you were making breakfast. The smell of food waved in the air and through the house while you had your hair pulled back. The sizzling of eggs disguised Miguel's footsteps towards you. He slipped his arms around your waist and pulled you back against him to meet his hips. He nuzzled into your shoulder, pressing soft kisses on your skin and trailing his lips up your neck. “Good morning, hermosa.” He mumbled against you.

You smiled as you continued to cook, your eyes never leaving the pan. “Good morning, again.” Miguel’s lips became ticklish and you tried moving away from him but his arms only held you tighter to keep you close to him. You felt his lips curl into a grin as you chastised him. The two of you had already said your good mornings to each other earlier where you had woken him up and he retaliated by peppering kisses along your face. His hands could barely be kept off your body while he felt every dip and curve you had to offer and he relished in your sleepy giggles while the sun came up; a little moment paradise before waking your beautiful little girl for school.

Miguel’s fingers gently played with the hem of your shirt, slipping underneath to feel and caress your stomach. “Can I help you with anything?” He murmured. His hands left your shirt, placing them on your hips as he stood straight again.

You shook your head. “Just about done anyway. Gabi woke up?” You asked. Miguel nodded, mindlessly trailing his hands up and down your body and pressing another kiss on the back of your head. Just then Gabriella descended the stairs, her long hair still unbrushed. She still held a frown on her face that looked eerily similar to Miguel’s. Gabriella never really liked to wake up early anyway. She wore her baby blue soccer uniform as her eyes grazed over the kitchen, looking for something.

“Have you seen my cleats, mamí?” Gabriella asked. Miguel pulled away from you but one hand was still stuck to your hip. You pointed to the front door with your lips.

“Over there but eat first and put on your shoes last. Papí will do your hair.” You turned off the stove and reached for the plates in the cupboard. Miguel furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at Gabriella.

“Where’s your school uniform?” He asked, pointing to her soccer jersey. Gabriella patted her hair back away from her face as you set her plate down on the table. She ate a mouthful of her eggs, picking up a piece of bacon in her other hand.

“Today we have early morning practice. I told you yesterday, papí.” She shrugged and swung her legs under the table. Miguel rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.

“Did you?” He chuckled nervously, looking at you giving him a look before he cleared his throat. “You have your brush?” Gabriella shook her head, stuffing another mouthful of food before jumping off the chair to scurry upstairs. Miguel turned to you while you were drying your hands with a towel. You sat at the small table with Miguel following and sitting beside you.

“I knew you’d forget.” You said smugly, taking a sip of juice.

“Oh, so you just decided to leave me in the dark then?” Miguel said with mock offense, a smile on his face. “Lucky that we woke up earlier. Imagine if she was late. It’d be my fault, huh?”

You simply smile back and eat your breakfast peacefully. “It would be your fault. I have to clock in early at work and you’re off today.”

Miguel coughed, clearing his throat from the coffee that went down the wrong pipe. “Shit, right. I’m taking Gabi to school. Thought we both had the day off for a second.” He groaned, scratching the back of his head. Gabriella stomped down the stairs again with her purple brush in her hand. She places it next to Miguel's plate and sits back down, her seat next to his. Miguel sighs and begins his role to brush his daughter’s hair with a gentle smile towards his little girl.

Carefully, he brushes from the ends and makes his way up, gently untying out the knots from the night before. He made sure to make it as painless as possible, wincing and apologizing whenever Gabriella whined in discomfort. You had quickly finished your breakfast in the middle of their bonding time and headed for a quick shower. By the time you had gotten out, Miguel and Gabriella had finished their own breakfasts and he was helping her finish a bit of her homework at the table.

You hastily put on your shoes and a coat by the door. Miguel heard you shuffling and turned his head at you. His face brightened up at you, his eyes with a familiar loving gleam in them. He got up from the table and walked up to you, his hand instinctively reaching for your hip and pulling you close. “Ya te vas?” He asked, kissing your temple.

“Si, si, ya me voy,” You responded back, leaning up and cupping his cheek to pull him down for a quick kiss. “By the way, I need you to bring in groceries for tonight when I get back.” You pulled away to grab your keys. Miguel only smirked and grabbed your hand again, twirling you back in his arms. You let out a small sound of surprise, your hands clutching his shoulders to keep yourself steady. His arm looped around your waist and pressed you flush against him, his other hand cupping your cheek.

“One more.” He pleaded softly with the same smirk he knew brought you weak in the knees. That same toothy grin where his canine poked out. Miguel saw the softness in your face and took it as a chance to bend down for another kiss, this time lasting longer than your small peck.

You felt your heart leap in your chest as you kissed him back. You felt his thumb caress your cheek, going over your cheekbone before falling slowly down to your neck. You pulled away softly, Miguel chasing after your lips again and only managing to brush against them. He settled for a small kiss to the corner of your mouth and looked into your eyes. You could tell with the way his eyes were slightly glazed over and darting across your face that he was absolutely smitten with you. You raised your eyebrows knowing he was about to say something.

“So beautiful,” He murmured. You smiled and laughed, Miguel following suit with his own soft smile, but he was mostly just admiring you. He brought his hand back up to hold your chin, his thumb gently touching your bottom lip. “One more?” He asked. You snorted and pushed him away as much as you could while he caged you in his arms.

“I’ll be late!” You giggled. Miguel was having none of it, leaning down to kiss along your neck.

“Just a few more, hermosa. You just look so good.” He murmured against your neck.

A small voice coughed loudly behind you two, both your heads turning to see tiny Gabriella with her backpack on and her arms crossed with a playful frown on her face. “I’m gonna be late!” She laughed. “You guys can eat each other's faces later!” Then she scurried off out the door, grabbing the keys to Miguel's car to hide away from both of you.

You covered your mouth to hide your smile as you looked out the door to see her jump in the backseat. Miguel laughed and held you close regardless. You turned to him with a grin. “Your fault by the way.”

“Yeah, yeah. It was worth it in my opinion.” He grinned back at you. You rolled your eyes playfully and finally slipped yourself away from him. You nabbed your keys from the holder and gave another quick look to Miguel.

“Bye, I love you.” You smiled at him. Miguel quickly grabbed your hand in his, squeezing it gently.

“I love you more, mi corazón,” Your heart melted and you very softly squeezed his hand back. Miguel laughed and tugged your arm. “Oh, c'mon. I could barely feel that.” You giggled along with him and playfully squeezed back harder this time. When he was satisfied, he kissed your hand and led you out so you could head to work and he could take Gabriella to school.

When you got home and took off your shoes at the door, sliding your feet in your slippers and placing your bag down at the table. You announced your arrival to the house and immediately heard Gabriella’s footsteps come down the stairs. She greeted you with a smile. “Hi, mamí!” You smiled and picked her up with a small grunt. She was getting big! You placed her on your hip with the help of her hands around your neck.

“Hi, baby! Where’s papí?” You asked her. Gabriella shrugged.

“Said he was gonna go to get groceries.” You raised your eyebrows and smirked at Gabriella.

“Forgot?” Gabriella giggled and nodded which made you giggle along with her. You set her down and ushered her back upstairs while you headed to change into more comfortable clothes. After that you sat in the living room, flipping through channels and scrolling through your phone while you waited for Miguel to come home.

It had been quite a while since then, the sun had set and your phone and TV rendered you bored out of your mind. You got up from the couch and headed to Gabriella’s room to knock on her door before walking in. “Hey, mamí. Did papí tell you if he was gonna do something else while he was out or…?” You asked her from her bedroom door. She shook her head, never looking away from the smaller TV in her room.

“Just to get food for us.” She replied simply. You nodded, an uneasy feeling brewing in your gut.

“Okay, well. I’m gonna be out for a bit too. I won’t be long, okay?” Gabriella nodded. “And don’t open the door for anybody, entiendes?” You say firmly. Gabriella nodded again, pouting.

“Okay, okay, mamí.” She pulled one of her plushies to her chest. You sighed and left her room, quickly putting on some sneakers and grabbing your keys. Making sure you locked the front door, you unlocked your car and started the engine. You gripped the steering wheel and sighed heavily, feeling the rumble of the car go through your chest along with the uncomfortable turmoil you felt. You calmed yourself down. Thinking the worst wasn’t the best option here since it wouldn’t do you any good. So, you swallowed that anxiety and drove to the bodega where you and Miguel sometimes went to buy smaller amounts of groceries from.

You had parked a few blocks down from the actual bodega, the parking in the smaller city was always crowded and rarely had good parking places. Still, it felt more crowded than usual. You rubbed your arms up and down comfortingly as you made your way to the direction of the convenience store. Upon your arrival, you noticed a crowd and a police car with its lights on. Your eyebrows scrunched up in confusion and worry. You tried looking around, trying to find out what had happened, then searched for Miguel. You prayed and hoped he was okay in the midst of this mini chaos.

While looking around and unable to even enter the store anymore, the owner you and Miguel were friends with, had found you and walked up to you. He called your name softly, sadness etched in his face. A woman next to him was in shambles, her tears dribbling down her cheeks while she babbled things you couldn’t understand. You grew worried. “What happened?” You asked him.

“There was a robbery and…” He felt his throat go dry, looking down. Anywhere but your face. He couldn’t bear looking at you, not like this. “Miguel…” Your blood ran cold.

“Miguel? Miguel what? Where is he?” You asked, growing increasingly fearful at the answer you might get in the next few seconds. This is all happening too fast. “Where is he?” You demanded again.

The owner had apologized. “I’m sorry…” The woman beside him, sobbed louder. She wailed about how sorry she was, how she never expected this to happen.

For a moment, you couldn’t move. Sorry? Sorry for what? Where is Miguel? He had been here right? So, why isn’t he in the crowd? You needed to find him. Maybe scream at him for making you worry so damn much enough to give you a heart attack. Then you’d go home and kiss him for how glad you are that he’s okay.

Your feet shuffled closer to the front of the crowd, squeezing your way in between people while your mind clouded with a million thoughts. You barely blinked, your eyes unfocused on your feet up until you made it to the front, a stripe of yellow caution tape stopping you from walking any further. Your eyes finally glanced up at the scene in front of you and your breath hitched. Your heart had dropped to your stomach and your lungs had all the wind knocked out of it.

There was your husband, lying on the cold concrete ground. A puddle of crimson leaked under his body. Your eyes scanned him wildly, darting between the gaping hole in his chest and the pink handbag lying beside him that matched the sobbing woman’s outfit from earlier. You connected the dots easily. “I have to…” You trailed off softly, walking forward despite the tape in your way. A policeman had seen you try to enter the crime scene and he stopped you with his arm. He warned you to not get close.

“No, you don’t understand. I need to see him. I need to go to him. He’s by himself, please…” You mumbled, your eyes never leaving Miguel's still body. You began to struggle in the arms of the policeman, pushing his hands off you. Each attempt to detain you was met with resistance so another officer had come to help to stop you from interfering. Your heart began racing the more you were apart from Miguel. “I’m his wife–He’s my husband. Let me go!” You screamed.

With the strength as large as the grief in your body, you pushed through the policemen and under the caution tape to rush towards your husband. Your heart pounded in your chest as you ran towards Miguel’s limp body on the floor, passing the bag of groceries that Miguel was supposed to bring home. Your mind raced with every single possibility besides the truth in front of you. They tried to stop you, but one policeman stopped them instead, realizing who you were to the man on the ground.

Your knees slammed into the ground next to Miguel’s body, drenching your knees with the pool of his blood on the floor. The tears that welled up in your eyes flooded down your cheeks in heavy blobs, clouding your vision. You let them fall as you shakily brought up your hands by his face. You saw how Miguel’s usual white and clean shirt was stained with a ugly and murky brown-red color.

“Miguel…” You choked out with an equally shaky breath. You hesitantly touched his face and flinched when you felt how cold he had become. “No, I saw you today–This morning–we-we woke up together–How did–” You began hyperventilating, choking out sobs while you carefully brought his upper body close to you. You held his head carefully in your arms, whimpering and cupping his cheek to wipe off the blood smeared on his bottom lip.

You cradled his head to your chest, burying yourself in his hair that still smelled like him and his familiar scent along with the stench of his blood that burned your nose. You sobbed feeling the weight of reality set in slowly. Looking down, you gently reached over to grab his hand in yours. It was just as cold, if not freezing, in your warmer hand. You slipped your fingers through his seamlessly like you did before time and time again. You squeezed it softly, expecting Miguel to squeeze back. You squeezed harder in case he didn’t feel it the first time. No response.

You break into another sob, curling yourself around him while you weeped to yourself. The commotion of the crowd fell deaf on your ears, only struggling and desperately hoping to hear a soft puff of breathing from Miguels mouth. Bringing his hand up to your lips, you kissed the palm on his hand and pressed it against your cheek. You held it up and nuzzled against it while you wailed, your other arm bringing his head closer so you could lean your forehead against his. You pleaded to the skies that this had to be some cruel joke, or at least some hope that Miguel would wake up and kiss you again. Oh, how you ached for at least one last kiss. You deserved that much.

Wrapping your arms around him, your hands desperately clutched at his body, grabbing a fistful of his shirt in your hands. Despite his cold body, you held onto him, passing whatever warmth you could give him. You clung to him since you were too afraid of the fact that the second you’d let go, he’d be taken from you. “Miggy, don’t do this–please– not to me,” You pleaded softly to him, sniffling and soaking his hair in your tears. “We still have so much to do.”

You continued to whisper gently to him, making promises that couldn’t be kept, and leaving kisses that’d never be reciprocated. You combed your fingers through his hair the way you know he liked it and ignored the stomps of the paramedics making their way to separate you from him.

Translations:

muñequita- little doll/a term of endearment

levántate- get up

mija- combination of 'my daughter"

hermosa- beautiful (feminine)

mamí- mom/term of endearment

papí- dad/term of endearment

apúrate- hurry up

ya te vás?- are you going now?

sí, sí, ya me voy- yeah, yeah, i'm going now.

entiendes?- understand?

mi corazón- my heart

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara x you #miguel x reader #atsv miguel #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel ohara #spiderman 2099

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yurnu · 17 days

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||(BUTTERFLY EFFECT AU)🍃🔱¡Levántate y brilla estrellita! ¡El mesozoico te dice hola en tu primera día!

Rise and shine little star! The Mesozoic says hello on your first day!🔱🍃||

#hazbin hotel #hazbin adam #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin hotel fandom #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin art #hazbin hotel au #adam hazbin hotel

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answer2jeff · 4 months

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when it rolls in like thunder: teaser.

dad!carmy x hispanic mom!reader series teaser!

warnings : dad!carmy x mom!reader, reader is implied female and hispanic, tooth-rotting fluff, mentions of childbirth. obviously.

authors note : guys i know i'm late to the dad!carmy train.. but give me a chance!!! i tried so hard to not absolutely love the idea of carmen being a dad and i failed miserably. take this as an apology. and shout out to my hispanic girlies bc we deserve some fics made specifically for us !

"Levántate, princessa mia," you gently raised her chubby arms and sat Valeria up in her barred crib, the golden finish complimenting her collection of hand-me-down stuffed animals from your childhood.

You reached for her soft beige pants that rested on her little dresser next to her crib. She'd only recently grown into it, going up a size or two now that she finally turned 8 months old. You and Carmen saw them at a thrift shop in Chicago during your, although beautiful, excruciatingly long pregnancy.

He knew he had to see his little girl in them, rocking them beautifully just like her stylish and tasteful mother.

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"What do y'think, honey? I like 'em. I think she'll look so cute. Cheap for the quality, too. Damn."

Carmen felt the thickness of the fabric with his finger tips, rubbing them together through the cloth. He nodded his head in approval. He raised them up to let you get a closer look as he beamed with a grin.

"Oh, these are adorable! They're gonna take a little while for her to grow into 'em, though, no? Parasen un poco grande, amor."

You raised an eyebrow, unsure if an article of clothing that you weren't even sure would fit would be worth 8 precious dollars in your joint bank account.

"Well, we don't know how big she's gonna be. She'll grow into 'em."

Carmen was pretty convincing. His voice soft and persuasive and his pure excitement for fatherhood was enough to reel you in to every proposal he made. How could you say no when he was just so enthusiastic?

"What about you, sweet girl? Huh? What do y'think?"

Carmen set the pants back down on the clothing rack, kneeling down just to slightest bit as he raised a hand to your belly. You peered down at him in awe, the sight of him already bursting with love for your child making you go weak.

And as if you couldn't be more angelic, Carmen thought you were more beautiful than ever carrying his child. He moved the palm of his hand into a slow and gentle circle.

The kick of your soon to be newborn daughter against his hand was reassuring. The two of you nearly gasped, laughing in unison at her comedic timing.

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Valeria let out squeals and babbles of impatience as you rolled her little lace socks over her small feet. The hassle of getting dressed in the morning, even after she got the leverage to make an absolute mess of her onesie while she ate breakfast in her high-chair.

Even bibs couldn't catch the sloppy mush of crushed strawberries before she'd wash it down with the liquid gold that was your breast milk. Valeria had a tendency to try and bite down during feeding when her mouth was all gums. But now that her teeth were nearly done coming in, it was an even more frequent offense. It startled you every time.

You tried switching to bottles: the ones with realistically covered and textured silicone nipples with a stopper to avoid the possible spills of milk, but they never sufficed. Valeria had to have the 'real thing,' or she was hardly ever satisfied. Carmen wondered how you did it. Well, he knew how, logistically, but he knew that it had to be emotionally and physically exhausting.

"Yes, yes, I know. I'm tryin' to hurry. Geez, you've been spoiled since birth, mija," you sighed dramatically, nodding your head and placing a kiss on Valeria's forehead, her hair tickling your philtrum.

Suddenly, you could hear the sound of the front door opening and closing. Valeria immediately squirmed vigorously and smiled ear to ear as you scooped her into your tired arms. It was like she could smell him, the way she knew immediately that it was her dad.

"Who's that? Is that Daddy?" you turned to Valeria and bounced her up and down, her little hands already flaying around as giggle after giggle escaped her mouth. Your beloved husband called out for you once or twice, quickly realizing you'd been in the nursery when he heard the sound of his girls.

"Hi, hone—Oh my goodness!" Carmen gasped, peeking his head into the heaven-like bedroom. It seemed like he was immediately drawn to Valeria like a magnet. His white t-shirt stuck to his skin from the summer heat, his baseball cap casting a shadow on his face. He almost looked a little out of breath.

He walked in while gushing at the sight of Valeria all dressed in her mothers arms. The off-white, soft lettuce-cut top paired perfectly with her socks. The white ribbon in her hair literally tying the look together.

"Dada!" Valeria pointed her little finger to him, trying to escape your embrace and jump into Carmen's arms if she truly could. She'd become especially talkative lately. But she hadn't quite figured out to greet you with a sickly sweet 'mama' whenever you came around to pepper smooches on her head and smooth, chubby cheeks. You rolled your eyes playfully as you stood beside him, planting a kiss on his cheek.

"Did mommy get you all dressed up this morning? Hm?" Carmen smiled sweetly at his daughter and scrunched up his nose, just to hear her laugh at his expressions. He held her close against him with his right arm so that Valeria could rest her little head against his shoulder.

"Yep, I sure did," you chuckled, letting Carmen wrap his arm around your waist and draw you in for a quick kiss. Your hand lied on top of Carmen's. Every vein and knuckle was caressed by the pad of your thumb.

"Sorry I took a while. Jus' wanted to pick up some groceries down the street,'" Carmen mumbled into your hair before planting a kiss on the top of your head. "Thank you for bein' with 'er, baby."

You only nodded your head, leaning into his touch as your eyes fluttered shut. Last night was quite a riot. But Carmy, being the gracious hero he often was, arose the moment he heard sweet Valeria crying out for touch and attention from her crib. That baby monitor was the only thing that could help Carmen's anxieties calm and let him sleep at night, but was also the only thing waking him up nowadays.

"We got a real princess on our hands, huh?" you smiled at Valeria, her head rested on Carmen's chest and her hand pressed against his peck. She looked just as content. Her curly hair was thick and full of life. Those Italian genes ran strong. With the face of her mothers, friends and family raved about your resemblance everywhere you went with her. But those bright blue eyes and small smile of hers? All Carmy.

"Two princesses on our hands," Carmen corrected you.

With the angelic face of her mothers and fierce, yet tender eyes of her father, she'd be unstoppable.

"My princesses. My girls."

She already was, actually.

#AGH this turned out so cute #i'm so excited for this series!!!#let me know what you guys think<3 #carmen berzatto #dad!carmy #dad!carmy x mom!reader #carmen berzatto x reader #mom!reader #hispanic!reader #the bear

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aesthetic-bbyg · 10 months

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LATINO GENES ~ Miles M.

Miles Morales x latina!reader

In which you teach a clueless miles how to dance so you can show him off at his birthday party.

“NO, I REFUSE!” Miles groaned, collapsing onto the bed as you connected your phone to the Bluetooth speaker. You’d pushed aside some furniture, cleared up the floor and searched through YouTube for the perfect song to begin with. “I’ll make a fool of myself and at my own birthday party, is that really what you want from me, babe?”

“You won’t make a fool of yourself, Miles, that’s why we’re practicing.” You encourage the boy with a soft smile, waiting for him to stop his whining and get up, a firm hand was planted on your hips while you pursed your lips. “Eres Puertorriqueño, you have some of that gene in you.” (You’re Puerto Rican)

“No.” He buried his head into the pillow as you rolled your eyes and tugged at his arm. “Nope, I’m not doing it.”

“Levántate, Miles!” You argued, “C’mon, let’s just practice a little and you’ll be a pro!” (Get up, Miles!)

The one thing you knew was that Miles had a weakness for you, within a few moments you could get him from stubbornly refusing to dragging his body with you as you happily did your thing. You watched as he peaked one eye from under the pillow and observed you, a Poot had formed on your lips and you gave him that look.

“Stop looking at me like that!” He groaned, once again plunging his face into the plush pillow while you chuckled. “Fine. Fine!”

You grinned widely, eyes lighting up as you pulled his arm, forcing him up and out the bed. You could tell by his grumpy face that he was extremely hesitate. As soon as the quick and fun beat of the song began to ring through the speaker he nearly collapsed back onto the bed. “It’s just a few steps and once you have those down it’ll be easy.” You gripped his hands, slowly moving your feet in a rhythmic pattern that went with the song. “Front, back, spin, front, back, switch.”

“Can you slow down.” He complained, eyes glued to the floor, attempting to keep ups with your steps. You giggled and stopped your motions.

“Move your hips, Miles, I know you have it in you.” You grinned, swaying your own hips as he attempted to copy you. “Front, back, spin.” You muttered quietly. “Kick that foot lightly, and then move to the side.”

“Uh-huh.” He mumbled, eyes still focused on his footwork while you held his hands tightly. “How the hell does this whole hip thingy work?”

“Just sway, side to side, loosen up a bit.”

“And then we spin.” He echoed your previous words, twirling you around before pulling you back in with quick steps. “Alright, alright.”

“Te dije.” You whispered a proud smirk on your face as you watched him do the steps correctly, your fingers laced together. (I told you)

“Shh.” Miles rolled his eyes, concentrating more on his steps then your reading words.

“No me calles, enfadoso.” You scolded, extending your arms to separate your dancing bodies before pulling them back in. (Don’t silence me, annoying.)

“Sorry.” He mumbled, you smiled and reached for to push his chin up to look you.

“Focus on the music, the beat, that’s how you’ll get your steps right.” You adviced, gently moving your body from left to right. “Spin.” He let go of your hand and lifted his arm, spinning you before capture your palm again.

“I kinda like this.”

“What was that?” You teased, leaning in closer with a shit eating smirk ok your face. Miles held a stoic faces, already annoyed by your reading as he refused to repeat his words. “C’mon just say it again for me.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“No i think you did say something.”

“Nope.”

“Are you gaslighting me?”

“I don’t know what your talking about, I think you’re going crazy, mi amor.” He argued his point while you gave him an unamused glare. Flicking his forehead as he flinched and soothed the spot with the pad of his fingers. “Ow!” (My love)

“Thats what you get for being un cabrón!” (An asshole)

“Are we almost done!?” Miles whined while attempting to pull away so he could go back to his comfy spot on the bed.

“Nope, we still gotta practice some bachata.”

“Did you say horchata?”

“Bachata, pendejo, ever heard of Romeo Santos?” (Dumbass) You raised a brow while releasing the grip on his sweaty palms, you reach over for your phone and typed in a classic bachata song. La imitadora. “Come on, get up, I don’t want a single second of time wasted.” He let out a throaty groan while lifted himself from his sitting position and returning his hands into their spot on your hips. You wrapped your arms around his neck and positioned your legs with his. “This one is simpler, you basically move from side to side with some pizzazz to your hips and then you spin me.”

“Pizzazz?” Miles scoffed as you slapped his shoulder gently. “Alright, alright, I’ll pizzazz.” He muttered as you basically guided him throughout the sound, occasionally mumbling out the lyrics.

“Te sientes cómo pro?” You grinned softly, feeling how he melted into this dance more then the previous one. (Do you feel like a pro?)

“I guess, I’m getting the hang of this one.” Miles replied, puking away to give you a twirl. “Still don’t know if I’m party ready.”

“Oh, you will be, trust.”

“Feliz cumpleaños a Miles, feliz cumpleaños a tí!” A string of cheers and applaud roared throughout the crowd as Miles’ smile grew. You, Rio, and Jeff stood behind him watching as his breath blew the number candles out. A mischievous grin covered your featured as the boy leaned in to the first bite of his cake. Your hand leaned moved forward and pushed his face deeper as he whipped his head around in shock, face covered in frosting and cake. You laughed softly, kissing his cake covered lips as an apology. (Happy birthday to Miles, happy birthday to you!)

“Que grande mi Niño!” Rio gushed as she wiped the extra frosting off his face and proceeded to cover it in kisses. The boy winced in embarrassment as he attempted to push the woman away from. (My boy is big!)

“Okay, okay, I think that’s enough mami.” He groaned while she continued, finally she held his face hin her hands with a proud smile.

“I’m so happy for you, now, que empiece la fiesta!” Rio announced as the DJ raised the volume of the music buzzing out the speakers, people had begun taking prices from the back and red decorated cake. It was something that you personally chose as a Thank You to not only Miles but to Spider-Man on this special day. (Let the party begin!)

“Feliz cumpleaños años, guapito.” You smirked hugging him tightly and kissing his forehead. “Thank you for all that you’ve done, both as you and as Spider-Man.”

“Oh, pssh, it nothin’, just another day of being the amazing me.” Miles played it off smugly, crossing his arms as he smirked back at you. You glared at him as he chuckled lightly. “Okay, for real though, thank you, mi amor.” (My love)

You glanced over at the dance floor that had begun to get crowded with drunk tíos and some primas. You looked back over at Miles who had started to munch on his cake, completely unaware of your ideas. “Bebe.” You spoke up as he hummed in response, looking up at you. “Wanna dance.”

“Uh,” He looked over at the dance floor with wide eyes, “nah, y’know I’m really tired right now and this cake is bomb as fuck-“

“Let’s go!” You giggled, taking the cake from his hands and setting onto the table nearby. It was funny seeing Miles, who had the unimaginable strength of Spider-Man, being dragged by his girlfriend to the dance floor. “Just like we practiced.”

He nervously grabbed your hands, shuffling from right to left stifly as if they hadn’t been practicing the last few days. If he was being honest, he was hoping that you’d let him be free if he satisfied you by practicing but it’s seems like you were serious. Now he stood, embarrassingly dancing while you giggled. “I don’t like this.”

“You sure we’re liking this when we were in your room yesterday.”

“But that was by ourself, now everybody is watching.” He muttered as you rolled your eyes. “My mama is literally watching us right now.”

You peaked behind him and saw Rio practically spying on the two of you as you danced together, a big and proud smile on her face. “But look at how happy she is, Miles, come on, do this for us. Just a few dances.”

“Fine.” He grumbled, finally loosening up and feeling the rhythm of the beat. He begun moving just like how he did when you two were in the safety of his room, fooling around and occasionally tripping as Miles missed a step. But now, it was as if he’d done this for ages, his feet were moving quick and he was spinning you around in light chuckled tumbling from his mouth.

“Y’know, Yasmin has a quinceñera coming up.” You smirked as he looked at you questionably. “I was thinking that we should go, together.”

“And do what exactly?”

“There’s a routine in mind that we could do.” Your smirk grew larger as he squinted his eyes, brows furrowing at your devious look. You knew it would take a lot of convincing, but if he did end up doing it you’d remember it for the rest of you life.

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