Plot: Reader becomes Miles' Spanish tutor
Timeline: after atsv and bstv
Normal text = normal thingy
Small text = translation (Spanish â English)
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After ATSV and BTSV, Miles has saved his dad, returned to his dimension, and is processing everything. He's exhausted, traumatized, but healing. He's better now with everything solved but there's one problem...
His B in Spanish, Rio Morales wasn't done with how her son could have a B in Spanish. So she started looking for a tutor for him.
The first tutor was an older woman named SeĂąora Alvarez. She was strict, no-nonsense, and spoke only in Spanish during sessions. Miles liked her... but a villain attack interrupted their third session, and he showed up forty minutes late. She quit.
The second tutor was a college student named Diego. He didn't seem to care if Miles showed up late. Then Miles missed two sessions in a row -Rhino, then a building fire-. Diego stopped returning his texts.
The third tutor lasted one session. Miles's phone went off during their meeting -a bank robbery with heists- and Miles had to run out mid-sentence. The tutor left a note: "I don't work with flaky students."
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Then, after a week and insistence of his mother to stop making tutors quit. Miles met his fourth Spanish tutor, someone that was about his age.
[Reader] showed up on a Tuesday afternoon.
Rio introduced you. Latinx, with warm eyes and a calm demeanor. You sure didn't look like the other tutors... no judgment, no skepticism. Just... curiosity.
"Hi," you said. "I'm [Reader]. Your mom says you need help with Spanish."
Miles rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed. "Yeah. I mean- sĂ. Yes. I grew up speaking it, pero... But... writing it is..."
"Diferente. Different." He shrugged. "Like, I know how it sounds, you know? Pero cuando tengo que escribirlo- But when I need to write it down-" He made a frustrated gesture. "Se me olvida todo. I forget everything."
You smiled. "I get it. My family's the same way. We speak Spanglish at home, but then you get to class and suddenly you're supposed to know all the rules you learned just- speaking and growing up..."
Miles felt something loosen in his chest. "SĂ, exactamente. Yes, exactly. Like, my abuela, my grandma, she only speaks to me in Spanish, y yo le respondo en Spanish, and I answer her in Spanish, but then the teacher says 'conjugate this verb' y yo- and i-" He shook his head. "No sĂŠ... I don't know..."
"We'll figure it out," you said. No judgment.
They sat down at the kitchen table. Rio watched from the doorway, arms crossed, looking hopeful.
For the first time, Miles thought maybe this one would work.
Then the first session began.
[Reader] started simple. Not with verb conjugations or grammar rules, no, with conversation.
"Tell me about your day," you said. "In Spanish. Don't worry about being perfect."
Miles hesitated. "Mi dĂa fue... largo. My day was... long"
"Long. Tuve- I had-" He stopped, almost said patrol, caught himself. "Tuve muchas... cosas que hacer. I had many... things to do. "
"Perfect. ÂżQuĂŠ tipo de cosas? What type of things?"
Miles relaxed a little. "Uh â escuela, obvio. Y ayudar a mi amigo Gankee con su... robot? School, obviously. And helping my friend Gankee with his... Robot?" He made a face. "No sĂŠ si se dice 'robot' en espaĂąol. I don't know if 'robot' is said correctly in Spanish"
*Robot is the same. You're good."
"Gracias. Y tambiĂŠn- Thanks. And also-" He paused, thinking. "Mi mamĂĄ estaba cocinando. Pasteles. AsĂ que tuve que-... My mom was cooking. Cakes. So I had to... how do you say 'taste test'?"
"Probar. 'Tuve que probar.' Try it. 'I had to try it'"
"Tuve que probar, I had to try it," Miles said. "Porque ella siempre dice that my abuela's recipe is- Because she always says that my grandma's recipe is-" He switched mid-sentence without noticing and sighed to himself. "Mi mamĂĄ says I need to practice mĂĄs. My mom says I need to practice more. To speak more EspaĂąol and not only Spanglish... But I'm always busy."
[Reader] was smiling now, genuinely. "Your Spanish is better than you think. You just need to trust yourself."
Miles felt warm. Not embarrassed- warm. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. You switch between languages naturally. That's not a problem... that's bilingualism. We just need to work on writing it down."
"Okay," Miles said. "I can do that."
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Miles started showing up on time.
Not always â Spider-Man still interrupted â but he tried. He'd text [Reader] if he was going to be late. "Emergency. Ten minutes." Or "Running late. Save me a seat."
You never got mad. You just said, "No problem. We'll start when you get here."
Rio noticed. "You like this tutor," she said one night, not a question, more like a statement, as if wanting for Miles to admit something.
"They're... good," Miles said. "They don't yell at me when I'm late."
"I like them." Rio said with a smile.
Miles's ears went red. He didn't tell his mom that the reason he was showing up on time wasn't just because [Reader] was patient. It was because his heart did something stupid every time you smiled.
A crush... He started developing a crush on his Spanish tutor
It happened slowly, then all at once.
The way you laughed when he made a bad joke. The way you tilted your head when you were thinking. The way you said "Buen trabajo. Good job " like you meant it.
Miles started finding excuses to stay after sessions.
"Do you need help packing up?"
"Do you want water? Coffee? Empanadas?"
You laughed. "You don't have to bribe me to keep tutoring you."
"I'm not- I'm just-" He stopped. His ears were red.
You looked at him, something soft in your expression. "Eres lindo cuando estĂĄs nervioso. You're cute when you're flustered."
Miles's brain short-circuited. He understood that and it made him even get redder for the fact you were almost flirting with him "I'm not- I'm not flustered-"
You smiled, packed your bag, and headed for the door. "Same time tomorrow. Don't be late."
You left. Miles put his head on the table and groaned.
Gankee, who had been watching from the other side of the room, walked over. "You've got it bad."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Ganke shook his head. "You're hopeless."
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A few weeks later, Miles was in the middle of a session when his phone buzzed.
Spider-Man emergency. Building collapse in downtown Brooklyn.
He glanced at [Reader]. You were explaining the difference between por and para, completely unaware.
"I have to go," Miles said.
"Emergency. I'm sorry- I'll be back-"
"Yeah, I just-" He was already standing, grabbing his jacket. "I'll text you."
You didn't ask questions. You just nodded. "Be safe."
"You said it's an emergency. Go. We'll finish when you get back."
No judgment. No anger. Just... trust.
Miles wanted to kiss you.
He came back two hours later, exhausted and bruised. The reader was still at the kitchen table, reading a book, waiting.
"You waited." He murmured, surprised.
"I said I would." You answered with a shrug.
Miles sat down across from them. His heart was pounding. It was weird. It felt weird. Having all these little heart attacks just because you were patient with the mess of his life... It made his heart warm and he didn't know what to do about it.
He forgot how to breathe.
"You don't have to explain," you said. "Whatever you're doing, wherever you're running off to... it's not my business. But I'm not going to quit on you. Not like the others."
You smiled. "Because you're trying. That's all I need."
Miles reached across the table. Took your hand. You didn't pull away.
"Thank you," he said. "I meant it- thank you... You're so patient and understanding that it makes my head spin"
That simple phrase made your own heart skip a beat. That you made his heart skip a beat? Gosh- that was a lot to take... But it made you happy, it made you think for a moment that... That maybe giving subtle hints in Spanish about how cute he was, was finally working
He took a long pause before continuing. Testing if you let go of his hand or not. And when you didn't, his stomach got butterflies in it.
"that's why... I want to ask you out" Miles voice grew quieter and shy. "To hang out of course! Just the two of us hanging out besides tutoring... Not like a date- more like two friends?" He cringed to himself "unless you want it to be a date of course..."
Miles looked up at you with his big doe eyes. Waiting for a response on his small confession that he tried to hide.
"sure..." You muttered slowly, getting your cheek red as Miles' ones "we can try... Going on a date this weekend"
"this weekend? Sure!" Miles' eyes brightened hearing your acceptance to not only hang out but to go on a date! Finally! Luck was on his side! "Where do you want to go? There's this cool spot I found not so far from here and-"
His smile was so bright that you could swear it could light the whole world instead of the sun. His dimples were on sight as he rambled about all the places you guys could go for a first date.
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