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BLUERCHERRY aka- CADE

she/her urg🇺🇾 // esp🇪🇸 aspiring author feminism & unclear sexuality

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Love always,

Cade

Miles G. Morales x reader

You and Miles have a boxing sparring session, wich always leads to soft kisses and lingering touches.

reader speaks spanish// worried miles// fluff

Your skin burned as you dodged yet, another punch.

You were getting tired, and your ragged breaths were mixing with your boyfriend's. Left hook, and you quickly moved a few steps away. Miles smirked, knowing you always favored your right hook, so he knew you were tired.

"Don't be so smug about it, Morales"

He laughed a bit out of breath, and threw another combination of punches towards you.

Left hook. Right hook. Upper. Right.

You covered yourself with your gloves. He stepped away for a second, and you took the opportunity to corner him.

Never letting your guard down. One of your gloves was always touching your face.

You took the opportunity to practice your kicks, mix them with punches, like you'd been taught.

Left. Right hook (your most controlled movement). Right upper. Left hook. 

You twisted your left leg to gain impulse as you raised your right leg, and...

Kick to the ribs.

Miles let out a tiny 'ooff' as the outside part of your feet made contact with his side. He was quick to regain his balance, and moved swiftly on his feet as he aproached you.

You noticed the sweat dripping from his brow, and the almost ripped out sticker you made him in his left glove. The muscles in his arms glistened from the sweat and the dimly lit uncle Aaron's apartment. Where you guys did sparring next to the punching bag, littered with stickers and graffiti tags. Some were yours, even.

You had been going at it for about an hour, and every muscle in your body was kiling you. Still, the trhill you felt when sparring couldn't compare to anything else in this world.

You remembered for a moment how you were kind of sad in your boxing club, before meeting Miles. You never really made any friends or anything. After being friends with him for a while, and practising with him, you rediscovered your love for the sport. He even went with you some days so you wouldn't be alone.

But your favorite (and his too, even if he didn't admit it) was this. Alone. Sparring for hours straight. Then staying togheter.

You were quick to doge as another punch snapped you out of your toughts.

"Distracted already, ma?"

"No, come on"

Before you could regain balance, Miles sweeped you with his leg from behind your knees. You fell to the mat with a quiet 'thud' and stood there looking at the ceiling. The music Miles let you choose for background was still heard faintly, you lightly smiled.

Miles came into your view and you sighed. He had the smuggest look on his face, and was grinning down at you.

"Igual sí estabas cansada, no?"       ("maybe you were actually tired, huh?")

"Cállate, venga"                             ("shut it, come on")

He extended his hand for you to take, and he helped you up on your feet.

"You did good" his accent was thicker now that he was tired, just as yours when you spoke "Mhhm, I think I always do, tho"

He scoffed a bit, pretending to disagree, but the smile creeping up on his face told you otherwise.

You took off your gloves, tossing them on the ground somewhere next to your bag. Miles watched your every movement, with his pupils blown wide and his heart doing weird fluttering things.

You turned around, and unaware of the effect you had on him, started taking out his gloves slowly. His eyes dropped to your hands, they were bruised and your knuckles were split too. His heart broke a bit, even if he did the same. Once his gloves were also tossed on the ground, he took one of your hands to look at it more closely.

"What?" you mumbled, looking at his eyes, then following his gaze to your reddened and (almost) in process of healing knuckles.

"You've not been alrigh',ma?" he mumbled.

"Miles-"

"What's happened, mami?" he looked into your eyes "You only punch the bag without protections when you're upset"

You looked at his hands, and they looked just like yours. Bruised and a bit bloodied.

"I know because I do that too" he looked away. You knew it was hard for him to share how he felt. But he must've been really worried if he was willing to open up hoping you'd do the same.

You were both very similar, in that way.

"Is it because your parents again? te puedes quedar aquí. Conmigo"    ("you can stay here. With me")

Your eyes darted from his own to his lips, and he leaned in.

Your lips met his and Miles sighed against your lips, like they were oxygen to him. He cupped your face with both his hands, and tilted it to deepen the kiss.

You tasted the sweat and adrenaline of the fight, mixed with something that was so intensely Miles that it made your mind fuzzy. He slid his tongue inside your mouth and brushed it with yours, mixing like you were two pieces to make a complete puzzle.

You parted breathing heavily, and Miles saw your tired eyes, despite the smile adorning your lips, he knew something was off. You hugged him, hiding your face in his chest, and breathed him in. His cologne was long gone by this point in the day, and to be honest, you both smelled like fight and sweat.

You ended up curled into one another in the beat up couch. You fell asleep almost instantly while Miles softly caressed your hair. He was fighting off sleep just for the sake of watching you peacefully asleep. His eyes drooped with every rise and fall of your chest. Just then, he heard the door open.

"Miles, you in here?"

Aaron entered, and shutted his mouth almost instantly at the sight. Seeing Miles almost asleep too, he only mumbled a quick "I'll leave you guys alone" with the biggest smirk on his face and entered his room.

©bluercherry

a/n: trying new fandoms with this one!! the spider-verse movies are probably my favorites like ever

The Spanish feminine team won the world cup too. The last one. NO ONE GAVE A FUCK. AND. One of the players got harassed in front of everyone. And there was people who STILL didn't believe her. Like??? They were one the harasser's part. A FUCKING PREDATOR. HE KISSED HER IN THE LIPS WITHOUT HER CONSENT. Not even the masculine team players tried to help or advocate or something. Just one or two. And the people made fun of them btw.

There was no celebration that i remember as big as the one in the streets of Spain rn. Because, of course, 'girls' football doesn't matter here.

"Its the first world cup that we win in 16 years!!!!"

No. You just don't consider women's sports as important as men's. You are openly saying it basically.

Ive had people insulting me to my face like is it me who played the game?? Was it me who hit gavi in the face??? Was it me??? Did i get a red card??? Am i messi now????? Cállate gallego.