#oml lmao we'll both have a [his name] if you get together that would be so funny

[catgirlwarrior]

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[kairiscorner]

Can we get more filo reader with any of the 2 miles ehehe

We could do like showing him the different family owned filipino restaurants in nyc, and him totakly loving the food

Feeling ko na magugustuhan niya yun ube pandesal LMAO and as a chubby girl I would totally love showing him all the good food spots <3 i luv ur writing so much oml

OMG YASZ, I LOVE THIS SO MUCH !! ykw, imma do them both, wai nat dibuh <33

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☆⋆｡°‧★ food trip !! — miles morales (1610 and 42) x filipino reader (headcanons and blurbs!)

⋆｡° ✮ miles morales (1610)

he's always up for trying new food, especially food that you enjoy and grew up with! he likes going around with you to experience new things and enjoy new kinds of food together, especially if it meant he'd get to learn more about you and your culture.

the first place you took him to was at a quaint mom and pop shop ran by a filipino family. miles was amazed by how delicious it smelled inside, the myriad of aromas and sounds from the bustling kitchen and lively conversations filled his senses and made him excited to try the food you wanted to show him and have him try.

you ordered all kinds of treats for him, but a staple of your childhood that you desperately wanted him to try was the pan de regla.

"ooh, it's red, real pretty." he pointed out with a grin as you tore off a piece for him to try. you chuckled. "the 'regla' part of the name references why it's red." you explained as you took a bite out of your share, with miles swiping some of the filling on his finger and tasting it. he widened his eyes in pleasant surprise and nodded as he savored the taste of the filling. "that tastes great, what does the 'regla' mean, uh, red?" he asked you as he ate his share and you shook your head. "y'really wanna know?" you asked him with a giggle as miles nodded and looked at you with a confused face.

"what's so funny, babe?" he asked you with a light chuckle at your chuckling. "it's that, um... 'regla' means 'menstruation'. it's because the bread looks like it's, you know, having that; the filling's perfectly good, though, i personally don't mind. sorry, um, too much...?" you asked him with a shy voice as miles' eyes widened and he whispered an 'oh' under his breath as he took another bite and shrugged. "hey, it's what the people in culture call it, i don't find it funny, it's pretty creative, not gonna lie. besides, this is so sweet and good! do you... do you know how to make it, by any chance?" he asked you with a bashful grin as he finished his share.

you smiled and handed him your share, seeing how he eagerly wanted some more of the bread. miles refused and insisted you can have it. "what? babe, no, you should have it—you bought it, it's yours." he said with a smile as you gently pushed miles' hand back to him. "oh, no! no, no, if you want more of it, i can always buy you some, it's no problem, mahal." you told him with a gentle voice as miles' face got all flustered and happy, like the sweet little nerd you fell in love with. "fine, but... i'll learn how to make this for you." "we'll learn how to make it together for each other." you corrected him as miles smiled and ate away at the piece you handed him, feeding you the final bit with a joyous grin.

⋆｡° ✮ miles morales (42)

miles was always willing to learn about you and your heritage, especially trying the food you grew up with and love. there were times when you'd have him over for dinner at your place and he'd be introduced to filipino cuisines, but you wanted to show him the treats filipinos loved.

a new shop opened up nearby in your neighborhood and you wanted miles to try a pastry you've been meaning to try as well. it was a humble mom and pop shop run by a filipino family, and miles was enthralled by how homely and welcoming the whole place seemed; it felt like visiting an old friend's home or a family member you missed a whole lot.

you bought all kinds of treats and pastries for him, but a pastry you've been seeing often on your social media feed and wanted him to try so badly was the ube pandesal.

"purple, hmm?" miles pointed out with a hint of awe in his voice as he looked at the purple-hue bread before him. you nodded and gleefully handed him a piece that you broke from the bread. "it's been trending ever since the pandemic happened, my parents have said it was good, but they keep forgetting to bring some home for me. well, i wanna know how you'll like it, mahal." you told him with a grin as you dug in to your ube pandesal. you let out a small exclamation of joy as you chewed. "this is a total upgrade from pandesal, it's so good! give it a try, mahal, please!" you urged him as miles chuckled and went for it.

he chewed on the piece of purple bread and his eyes widened. "this... wow, it really is good, cielo." he said with a small smile as he reached for some more. you leaned over to him and, with a wide smile, wordlessly asked him to feed you. he sighed, still smiling, and let you take a bite of the ube pandesal, and he bit the rest of it. "you could've asked me to hand you one, we've got a lot more here." "yeah, but isn't it more romantic when you feed me?" you said with a cheeky grin as miles chuckled.

"you know, my parents have this saying: 'walang matigas na tinapay sa mainit na kape'." you told him, which he raised an eyebrow at. "what does that mean, cielo?" "it means... 'there's no hard bread for a warm coffee', i'm your warm coffee, and you're my hard bread; tough on the outside, but soft when you're paired with me." you teased him as he got all flustered and stuffed his mouth with a piece of ube pandesal to distract himself from his fluster. "eres demasiado romántica, cariño." miles muttered with a bashful grin as you sneaked an ube pandesal from him and chuckled. "alam ko, mahal." you muttered back to him as you kissed his cheek, still full of the chewed up ube pandesal he was eating.