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His Sunshine in the Darkness: It All Started With Her Smile
Hello everyone~ I'm back, and it's with a new little series (technically, it's really just one extremely long story, but I broke it up in parts because if not, this post would be dumb long). I literally read two Yandere!Miles fics and kinda been obsessed with the idea (?) ever since.
Here are the two works, written by the lovely @l0v3morales (please write more of these, I'm begging you):
Stay With Me
Yours Forever
Thus I present to you, His Sunshine in the Darkness: Part One! This will most likely be divided into three parts (because I'm still writing this story, I'm currently at 12,838 words and counting. Buckle up kiddies, this is gonna be a long one).
I title Part One, "It All Started With Her Smile." I'm gonna ease y'all in with some fluff. Enough of me rambling. Enjoy!
Warnings: None, unless you're allergic to fluff
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It all started with her smile.
Miles Gonzalo Morales was the new kid at Visions. It was the middle of the recorded school year, and he was a new kid. He wasn't a huge fan of the school, but his parents insisted it would be good for him... whatever that meant.
The first few days, he pretty much kept to himself. Socializing wasn't his strong suit, and he didn't desire to make a fool of himself in front of his new classmates, who seemed to understand that he didn't belong like the rest. It just so happened the school was "generous" enough to recognize he had a brain and offer him a scholarship to be there. His only escapes were his dorm (Ganke seemed like a cool enough guy), his home, and his art class.
Miles loved to draw more than anything. Whether it be his pencils, markers, or his uncle's spray paints, he found his freedom. Freedom to be himself.
And she noticed it too.
Panthera Stevens was a fellow freshman who shared quite a few classes with him—even art. She had to be the prettiest girl that he's ever seen. Smooth chocolate skin, thick dark shoulder-length locs, naturally full brows, plump lips, and almond-shaped expresso-colored eyes. Miles admired the girl from afar, seeing how he wasn't sure how to approach the beauty (Miles didn't care what his uncle said. The "hey" trick had to be the stupidest and most embarrassing thing he's ever heard.)
So you could imagine the boy's surprise when he heard the screech of a chair being pulled up next to him and found her big dark brown eyes staring into his soul.
"Hey, you're Miles, right," she said with a smile. The boy could feel his face heating up at the sweet sight.
'She even has dimples... Buen Dios Todopoderoso, ella es tan linda...'
"U-uh... yeah, that's me," he said, fidgeting with his pencil. Panthera giggled, making the boy's blush worse.
"Nice to meet you, Miles. I'm Panthera. I couldn't help to notice that you're always by yourself and... well, I was wondering if we could become friends," she said; a bit of shyness could be seen in that smile. The boy blinked owlishly at her.
His crush wanted to be friends with him? The awkward, quiet new kid?
"I'm sorry, was I being too forward," Panthera asked, mistaking the boy's silence as rejection. Miles mentally slapped himself, urging his mouth to form words.
"N-No! Not at all. I-I would love to be friends with you!" That could've come out much smoother, but it still did the job.
Panthera Stevens' smile could rival the sun at that very moment, and Miles wanted to bask in it forever.
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Panthera and Miles became close friends very quickly. They would have study sessions at least three times a week and pretty much hung out every other weekend. Miles brought her to meet his parents toward the end of their freshmen year.
As expected, Panthera was the perfect angel. She came to the apartment in one of the prettiest dresses he's ever seen with a bouquet in hand.
He always remembers her soft laugh at his dumbfounded expression.
"What are you staring at, Mi?" God, that nickname will always make his stomach explode with butterflies...
"I-uh, it's j-just that..." Panthera blinked those pretty eyes at him, waiting for him to finish.
"You look so beautiful, gatita," Miles muttered breathlessly. Panthera did a cute shy shuffle. A sweet smile could be found on those pretty lips.
"Thank you, Mi. My Baba always told me a good first impression is everything." Miles nodded mindlessly, eyes still trained on her lips.
"Mijo? Is that your friend at the door? Don't keep her waiting now!" Rio's voice broke the trance on the boy, who promptly ushered the girl inside. Miles secretly smiled as the girl slid off her shoes and left them by the front door, already knowing his parents would like that.
The meeting went even better than the young boy expected. Panthera greeted his parents with the same smile as when they first met. She called them by their last names. She gifted his mother with the bouquet, who happily accepted the flowers—even going as far as explaining the meaning of each one.
"I wanted to find something to represent the family you two built. The Black-Eye Susans represent justice, seeing how you live to serve and protect Mr. Morales. The Daylilies represent the Chinese emblem for the mother of the home, something you're doing such a wonderful job at, Mrs. Morales. And finally, the honeysuckle represents your love for each and your son. I hope you like them."
The more his parents talked with the girl, the more taken they were with her. Rio insisted that she stay for dinner, which Panthera accepted. As the two women entered the kitchen, Miles turned to find his father looking down at him with a knowing smile.
"You know, son, you seem pretty taken by Panthera... you sure you two are just friends?" Jefferson did his best not to laugh too hard at the sight of his son's red face.
"C'mon papá, stop it. W-we're just friends, nothing more," Miles huffed, not without shooting a glance of longing at the kitchen.
Panthera and his mamá seemed to chat joyfully, Panthera even stepping alongside Rio to help cook dinner. Rio's green eyes glowed with approval as she taught the girl how to make Mofongo.
God, if that didn't do funny things to his heart...
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Miles knew his feelings were getting stronger by the day in their sophomore year. There wasn't a sketchbook he now owns that didn't have a sketch of Panthera somewhere among the pages. After meeting his parents, Rio insisted he bring her around as often as possible. His room started carrying the faint smell of her and her vanilla and coco musk perfume.
If he cuddled his pillow that carried the scent of her hair oil that smelt like pineapples, that shouldn't be anyone's business but his own.
The boy had it bad.
Everyone in his family could see it.
Uncle Aaron had demanded that he introduce the girl he was partially head over heels in love with (Miles can't even deny it anymore, it's been at least a year.) Only to find out it was Eric's little girl, who Aaron had basically adopted as his niece. The man was ecstatic over the fact, privately telling Miles that Panthera would make a kickass future wife. Miles nearly screamed that he was too young to think about that (even though that thought has passed his mind... multiple times.)
She was invited to his dad's party to celebrate his upcoming position of becoming the Police Captian. It was a little embarrassing having his family coo and giggle at the two of them, excitingly asking Miles if she was his girlfriend. Panthera was nice enough not to laugh out loud at the permanent blush that settled on his cheeks.
Miles thought his head would explode when his mom had the DJ play a song with everyone breaking into couples to dance bachata.
"C'mon, Miles! You could dance with Panthera," Rio encouraged as she danced with her husband, who looked a little awkward trying to keep up with his wife's graceful movements. Panthera cocked her head at the boy, reminding him of the animal he, oh so fondly, nicknamed her.
"I don't mind dancing with you... but I don't want to step on your toes," Panthera offered. Miles focused on the girl, not the heat melting his face.
"I doubt you could do that, gatita. I could show you some basic steps," Miles said. Panthera nodded, relaxing as she allowed the Afro-Latino to guide her through the dance. Once she felt she got a feel of it, she was able to flow much easier with the boy. Miles' could feel his heart pounding away at his ribcage as he twirled the girl under his arm before holding the beauty close once more.
"I don't think I ever told you how beautiful you look tonight, gatita," Miles said softly as he rested his forehead against hers. Panthera's dark eyes twinkled at him.
"Thank you, Mi. I asked my dad to take me shopping for the occasion. Since I was gonna meet more of your family and all," she said shyly. Miles couldn't help but drink at the sight of her for the umpteenth time that night.
"I'm going have to send him a thank you card then. Not for just the outfit but for siring the most beautiful girl of all of Brooklyn," he said, a flirty grin tugging on his lips. Panthera laughed freely, the sound reverberating deep in her throat.
"Mi! Such a flirt," she giggled as she was spun about yet again. The girl seemed at peace, humming contentedly as she felt the heat of Miles' palms bleed through the material of her dress. Miles couldn't help the easygoing smile tugging on his lips as he lost himself in the music and those sparkling eyes.
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"Your dad's speech was beautiful." Miles turned to look at the girl next to him. The pair decided to get some air from all the people. Panthera was looking out at the party lighting up the rooftop, her face glowing from the bright lights. Miles knew this image of her would be the newest addition to his sketchbook later that night when everyone went home, and he was alone in his room.
"Yeah, it definitely was," Miles said softly. Panthera turned to him, reaching up to cup Miles' face with her hands.
'So soft...' Miles thought as he was pulled to Panthera's height. Puberty finally decided to be nice to him these past few months and give him some inches, much to Panthera's annoyance.
"Something in me is telling me to say this, so listen to me for a second, yeah?" Panthera could be reading dictionary definitions to him, and he would still hang onto her every word like he was now.
"Y-Yeah, sure. Anything for you, princesa," Miles mumbled. Panthera chuckled and shook her head at the nickname. Miles could tell he managed to fluster her a little, which he joyfully counted as a win.
"Never for one moment think you're alone. You have beautiful parents who love you more than life itself. You have a dope ass uncle who considers you as his own son. And you have me. I wasn't sure what would happen the first day I sat next to you in art class, but I can say this is something I cherish deeply. You will always have me, Miles. Even if you feel like the world is crashing down around you... when you feel as if you have no one left... when you want to fall into the darkness... I'll be there to shield you as best I can. I'll be there to hold your hand. I'll be there to show you the light. I love you, Mi. Always." Miles felt his heart stall.
'I love you, Mi...'
God, Miles knew that Panthera could just be confessing her love for him as a friend, but his lovesick brain wouldn't let him see it as such. He wants to believe that Panthera sees him as something more. See them as something more.
Miles' shaky hands found Panthera's waist, tugging her closer.
"T-Thank you, Panthera... a-and I-I love you too," the boy whispered, breathless by the sheer intensity of it all. Her eyes, her warmth, her scent, her lips-
Miles nervously licked his own as he focused on Panthera's. So many times, he's daydreamed and dreamed about those lips. Full, soft, and how so kissable. He often saw her put on some tinted lip oil (she barely believes in chapstick, only having one or two as a backup) which made them all the more enticing. It made the boy wonder what flavors she uses and how good she'll taste.
He may have kissed his pillow pretending it was Panthera for practice, but again, that was nobody's business but his own.
Miles leaned in, watching for the girl's reaction to him. Those sweet dark eyes lower, eyeing his wet bottom lip. Her hands migrated to his shoulders as she carefully balanced on her toes.
"I love you, mi vida," he whispered in the small space between their lips. He could hear the soft hitch in the girl's breath at his quiet confession.
There was no denying it. He loves Panthera Genesis Stevens. And finally, one of his fantasies was about come true.
Miles closed his eyes as he felt their lips brush against each other... only for them to snap open when he heard,
"Hey Miles, you up- WHOA, MY GOD!" Miles and Panthera instinctively jumped away from each other to find an embarrassed Jefferson and an exasperated Rio.
"Dios mío, amor. I told you that there was a chance they would be up here and to leave them be. Now look what you have done," Rio playfully scolded her husband. Miles groaned out of embarrassment, tugging his braids while Panthera laughed nervously.
"Sorry about disappearing like that, Mr. and Mrs. Morales. Was there something that you need," Panthera asked, hoping to ease the tension and move on from... what almost happened between her and their son. Jefferson, still fighting off his embarrassed blush, let out a chuckle.
"Nothing crazy important. We just wanted to let you kids know that we're about the cut the cake Miles brought. Just in case you wanted some." The pair nodded.
"Yeah, we'll be there in a few minutes. Thanks for letting us know, papá," Miles said, finding the city skyline much more interesting than it was a minute ago. He could hear his mother's quiet laughter, dragging his father away to leave him alone with Panthera again. Before he could turn to her to apologize (for what, Miles wasn't entirely sure because, damn it, he wanted that kiss to happen), he felt something on his cheek.
That something was Panthera.
He turned to the girl, whose arms wrapped around one of his. She had a goofy smile.
"Don't apologize, alright? We're fine, I promise. Now come on, I heard you got red velvet, and I always wanted to try it!" Miles allowed himself to be dragged away by the cheerful girl, hand on the cheek that held a faint kiss print.
Not exactly what he was hoping for... but he certainly isn't complaining. And also trying to figure out how was he going to wash his face but preserve the mark...
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Tags: @444morales thanks for being an amazing friend to listen to all my random ideas at odd hours at night. 💜💜💜
-Translations-
~Spanish~
Buen Dios Todopoderoso, ella es tan linda : Good God Almighty, she's so cute
Gatita : Kitten
Mijo : Darling
Papá : Dad
Princesa : Princess
Mi vida : My life
Dios mío, amor : My God, love
#atsv#across the spiderverse#earth 42 miles morales#earth 42 oc#earth 42 miles x oc#panthera stevens#spiderman across the spiderverse#earth 42 miles fluff#fluff#His Sunshine in the Darkness#His Sunshine in the Darkness Part One#rio morales#Earth 42 Rio Morales#jefferson davis#jefferson morales#Earth 42 Jefferson Davis#Aaron Davis#miles g morales#Spotify
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had my second high definition viewing of atsv in the theater today and here are my favorite details that i missed due to being overwhelmed on my first viewing:
LONG AF POST:
-gwen is literally wearing a rainbow shaped trans pride pin on her jacket with her prom outfit. she's soooo so canon trans <3
-captain stacy HAS A TRANS FLAG PATCH ON HIS POLICE UNIFORM JACKET?????? when i'm telling u my eyes popped out of my head 😳 SHES SO CANON TRANS!!!
-poster outside miles's guidance counselor's office reads: "visions sciences: telling you your story".
-parallel of miles's and gwen's dad kicking things out of general exasperation towards the beginning and end of the movie respectively
-when miles as spidey is talking to his dad and giving him advice (for himself) there's a reference to miles possibly reading vonnegut? (maybe in class??) "if this isn't nice what is" is a collection of kurt vonnegut's commencement speeches. (literally subtitled "advice to the young". the writers were extremely clever for this reference. if not reading it in class, miles has been searching up life advice on his own)
-i barely caught this but i'm PRETTY sure that in miles' room near his door there's a MICHELLE OBAMA presidential race sticker??? was president obama in the earth-1610 dimension michelle obama?? iconic if so
-fedex on earth-1610 is REDEX
-gayatri seems like they took elements of both gwen (police dad) and mj (young model) for her background as i believe i caught her visible on a "zomato" ad billboard (which appears to be the earth-50101 version of ubereats)
-i spent all of hobie's scenes trying to pick up the details of his many pins; but the only one that i could really make out with the quick shot changes besides the union jack pin was the one right above it, which is a three-leaf clover. i wondered if maybe it had some kind of significance to maybe irish independence or smth but i couldn't find anything online that backed that up so not sure what it means. if u know pls drop it in the replies.
-hobie's boots are definitely NOT ladder laced. i KNOW there is concept art and poster art of him with ladder laces but in the actual movie they are 100% crossed. also unlike the poster art, both boots have blue laces, not one blue, one yellow/orange. i wanted to be all on board the ladder lace code train but i'm pretty sure they just made his laces blue so that they could contrast against the red boots and be spidey colors. they probably abandoned the ladder lace part of the visual when someone realized what blue ladder laces meant in lace code. "HAS hobie killed a cop," you ask? given his comic backstory i'd say the odds are HIGH. but i would bet they didn't want people to think that since he's gone through canon event asm-90 ("a police captain close to spider-man is killed by falling rubble during a battle with a nemesis") that there's any possibility THAT was the cop he killed and he's proud of it (since it's supposed to be all abt character development from the ✨trauma✨ of the event)
-during the whole "intervention" scene, while all the other spider-people are facing directly in towards miles and miguel from wherever they are standing in the circle, hobie is the only one whose back is turned. he watches most of the scene over his shoulder. also, during a couple shots facing miles before the entire society of spiders show up, hobie is separated in the shot from all the other main spiders (Peter B, Gwen, Jess, etc) BY MILES. he is visible over one shoulder and everybody else is visible over the other. these two details are great signals of hobie having already MORALLY turned his back on miguel's authoritarianism, as well as giving a nice inverted "devil/angel on the shoulders" nod.
-peter b asks miguel to take a picture of him and mayday since it's her first chase; miguel brushes him off but mayday understands and uses her webshooter to click the camera button on peter b's phone and take a selfie without him noticing 😂😂😂 shes everything to me
-when miguel is pinning miles to the train, after gwen and peter b have caught up, there is a very fast moment when miles calls for help ("PETER!!") and peter doesn't reply to him, but calls out to miguel to calm down (smth like that) instead 🥲 peter for the love of god step up your mentor game and look out for this kid i can't handle it anymore
-when gwen takes the watch hobie made her out of the box, the screen is briefly visible and reads "project botleg". bootleg -> bot -> "botleg"; I SEE YOU HOBIE. people think he's so cool (and he is!!) but he's also just as much of a dork as all the other spiders. what a goofball
-in miles-42's room, a speed bag/speed ball/maize ball is attached to his wall near the door. there are other substantial differences to their rooms, but i think this is clearly a reference to uncle aaron-42's large presence in miles-42's life, given the association from both movies of aaron with the punching bag and miles getting guidance from him/looking to him for support.
-in addition to all the miles-1610 vs miles-42 prowler vs spidey reflection imagery in the end credits, guess who else has several moments of flashing from spider-man colors (red and black at least) to prowler colors (purple and green)?? miguel, that's who. miguel and miles-42/uncle aaron-42 team-up in beyond the spiderverse? or just an extra parallel for the antagonists sharing goals/possibly methods?
OKAY ANYWAY if ppl want i can try and dig up images of some of these but i figured that would make this post long af so that's all for now folks!! go see across the spider verse again and marvel at how much more fine detail you find like me 🕸🕸🕸
#across the spiderverse#across the spider verse spoilers#atsv#miles morales#gwen stacy#miguel o'hara#hobie brown#peter b parker#mayday parker#captain stacy#jefferson morales#gayatri singh#aaron davis#the prowler#earth 1610#earth 42#earth 50101#trans gwen stacy#this movie is driving me fucking NUTS bro#they are so so so insane for all of this#i can't wait for it to come out on dvd and blu-ray so i can pause it and pick through it more slowly#i'm sure there are SO MANY more things no one has picked up yet#also i tried to only include stuff in this list that i haven't really seen other people talk about#or that i noticed additional details to if i had heard someone reference it#r speaks#r tags
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Yknow, I actually would like to see what Miles would be like as the next (villain) Prowler on some evil shit, but not with Miles G. That's too easy ! ☝🏾 I want to see what would lead 1610 Miles down the exact same path as Aaron. I want generational-curse-doomed-by-the-narrative type shit. What if Jeff's greatest fears took on the shape of his son. And there was nothing he could do about it.
#i liveeee for family drama#yeah you're just like your family. now what.#blabbering#miles morales#spiderman across the spiderverse#miles morales x reader#earth 42 miles morales x reader#earth 42 miles morales#aaron davis#jefferson davis
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give me Morales Family Prompts!!!
For exsample
Auntie / Mom Rio Morales.
Uncle/Dad Jeff Morales.
Dad! Aaron Davis (My Fave)
Brother/Cousin Miles Morales.
Seriously My brain is dry and I want to keep this going but my brain is DRY
#dad aaron davis#platonic yandere#aaron davis#yandere miles morales#yandere morales family#uncle aaron#yandere spiderverse#rio morales x reader#jeff morales#aaron davis x reader#yandere family#rio morales#yandere rio morales#miles molares#miles morales x y/n#miles morales x reader#miles morales#jefferson davis#prowler#earth 42 miles
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°•°•°•°Back 'Home'°•°•°•°
Part 4
Parts: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 /. . . .
Synopsis: you get to know Miles better (sorta)
Warning: some strong language but nothing crazy.
A/N: i was free and kinda bored so :D — also I seriously planned finishing the flashbark part in this one but it got longer x"D
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THE NEXT DAY, you were late for class. having overslept finishing your math homework which was challenging for your braincells to say the least. You were striding through the halls to go to art class in your new uniform.
Your pervious one was left to dry.
It was the fourth time you yawned and attempted to wake yourself up, turning your head toward paths to remember your way, you were rechecking your bag for the third time to see if you forgot any of your art supplies.
It was enough you missed the first two periods, you didn't want to mess up in the third one with missing supplies. You were standing Infront the huge school's map on the wall, sliding your index finger to where you were and where was the class.
You were still holding your opened bag Infront your belly, making your way backward with your focus still on the map as you were mesmerizing your path. you didn't notice you were getting closer to someone till you bumped into their back.
They let an irritated groan, seemingly unaffected by your bump While You almost fell on your face.
thanks for your incredible balance you caught yourself, hugging your bag harder as you turned to apology to the person with awaken eyes.
" I am so sorry! I wasn't looking where I. . . .wait, it's you?" The mysterious boy Infront you was rubbing his shoulder, the area you hit while frowning at you.
" You again? " his hoarse voice spoke.
gazing at him up close you noticed those faint dark circles under his eyes, his braided hair seemed a bit messy as well and his eyes barely were awake like he just got out of bed. Huh, seemed you weren't the only one late.
you both stood in the empty hall, just staring at each other till you felt too awkward to keep staring , you gazed at your bag instead. you didn't know what to add in this silence since you already apologized and he seemed to prefer being quiet, so. .
" U-uhm anyway, see you later in class. . .?" You closed your bag throwing it behind your shoulder, you waved awkwardly and passed him.
You began speeding your steps so to escape this awkwardness and to reach your class as soon as possible.
"Wait! " You stopped on your tracks, realizing it was the quiet boy behind you who called, you turned your head at him. He was scratching his head, looking at his feet seemingly embarrassed he called for you that loud.
Thankfully there was no-one in school halls but you.
". . .Yes?" You asked, trying to sound as patient as possible. he approached your figure since you were standing far. His eyes were trailed elsewhere till it was on you when he asked.
"Do you know. . .where the art class is?" Ah, so he was lost. Typical for a new student.
you didn't know why he would be even shyer asking for direction but you found it kind of amusing comparing to your first 'meeting' the previous day.
" Well, you are lucky because I was heading to there too!" Being your overly friendly self, you sent him a smile and though he didn't return it, you weren't bothered.
You took several steps forward adjusting with your head that he follow you.
"com'on, we are going to be late."
and so, he began following you through the halls which sunlights were bathing the floors and walls, the only noise coming from you both were clicking of your shoes.
and of course you both were silent, no-one attempting to break out this quietness, you usually didn't mind it like this, you enjoyed quiet though since day one of meeting him he piqued your curiosity.
ever since you believed you had seen him somewhere and the fact he too had the same class as you, it was hard to keep your questions to yourself and it was coming from someone who minded their own business.
" Soo. . .you are in class A, right? Since we are both heading to art class. "
You briefly glanced at him before looking forward so you couldn't tell his expression, you also sort of thought he would just ignore your question like before.
" Guess so."
You let a hum. " if so, how come haven't I seen you in class yesterday? I thought you were in the other one."
a pause " I sit in the back" he answered simply not allowing much room to conversation.
" Ah, that must be it then." You sat with your friends in front rows so perhaps you didn't notice him or he might have wanted to be unseen by people.
"But I thought they would make you introduce yourself to class or whatever." You added, turning right with him behind you.
were you pushing your luck to stretch your chatting with him? not really, you were tired and if you didn't talk about anything, your mind would start to doze off into it daydreaming phase and you would end up unfocused in your class.
It was bad enough you didn't have your morning coffee.
" dunno about that . ."
and it ended as that, you two continued striding to class in silence.
When you reached the door you checked your wristwatch.
"Welp, luckily we are only 7 minutes late! "
a subtle nod from him.
You waved at the boy, turning the knob with a smile on your face.
" Alright, see ya later Burrito boy."
he frowned at you, lifting a brow.
" Burrito boy? "
You chuckled. " You didn't tell me your name yesterday, so yeah, Burrito boy for now." You started to turn the knob.
he rolled his eyes. " I ain't some 'Burrito boy' , stop that "
You ignored his comment walking into the room and turning to him last time with a wide smile.
"See ya!" and then you were gone to a seat besides your friends, leaving him standing like an idiot in the doorway.
His mouth stayed opened then it closed, realizing it was too late to response to you now.
"chica rara" [weird girl.] He mumbled under his breath looking for his seat.
for the past few weeks, the strange boy (who you later knew as Miles G. Morales) had made a reputation of himself in class, the quiet mysterious kid. Which wasn't a huge surprise seeing how he was hardly approachable.
He was also an A kind of student which was a surprise, his popularity even existed because of his degrees. especially in Spanish class.
Did he stayed loner like those cheap edgy teenage boys in classic highschool shows? Nope, he did make friends, some of his own.
Their vibes were different from him, I mean, they were louder, more chaotic and energetic than Miles. it was weird how he managed to get along with them though maybe because of his great grades that they needed his help.
he perhaps had one or two who matched his energy but nothing else.
you would sometimes meet Miles in your class or in the halls, and you would always greet him even when it wasn't returned, sometimes at least.
Your friend, Pacifica still teased you on your flirting with such an 'annoying brat' and commented how you had other options than him, to which you would roll your eyes and would deny, changing the subject.
There had been unjustified rumors growing in school about him that you of course did not believe.
There was that one time when a student didn't mind his own business and kept nagging the boy to do his homework in exchange of money to which he rightfully declined to till that student started to get overly pushy, Miles lost it when the student mentioned bad shit about his mother and beat the crap out of him and because of that rumors had began to spread about him. What made people wary of him more though was the huge size difference between Miles and the big student and yet he managed to knock him out.(You were absent that day because of your sickness, so you didn't see it, just hearing all about it from your friends )
He might have been an A student but that didn't mean people could be merciful. He didn't seem to try fight against them though, since he really didn't care.
You did respect that in him, how he barely gave a single shit though you wished he would try a bit to clean his picture, once people start to talk they won't shut up.
You should had known better to stick to your business since that boy's problem wasn't yours and he wasn't even your friend, yet you took it upon yourself when you heard some douchbags spitting shit about the kid in the halls.
They were snickering and adding some of the worst and annoying comments possible, about him, his family who they didn't meet and going even far to being straight up racist. Miles wasn't that far, he could hear them but you thought if he did he didn't care.
He was sitting on the floor Infront the locker, sketching some stuff in his sketch book. while he sat their enjoying his time on floor you were glaring at those two who wouldn't shut up, you had stopped in your track the moment you heard the N-word being said by one of them.
Again, it wasn't your business, yet you stood and listened to what they were whispering. 'it wasn't your business' you kept telling yourself. If he didn't mind it then neither should you, you can just walk away and ignore their comments. They weren't even thrown at you.
You could just ignore and continue with your day, right?
but you couldn't stop your feet from moving toward them, having your chin high and a scowl on your face.
" Hey! Instead of saying some stupid untrue shit about someone why don't you mind your business?" You made sure your voice was loud enough to grab their attention.
which it did. They turned their head to you, their cruel smile fading into a confused frown. they stared at you for a bit. (Unknowingly to you, Miles did too)
" why don't you mind your own business?" One of them sneered. "we aren't even talking about you."
You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. " Wow thanks. Still doesn't make a difference." You kept your stare as intense as possible even when you were starting to feel nervous, you didn't let it show on your face thankfully.
plus, you were surrounded by students so they wouldn't try to do anything to you even if they wanted to.
"You can't just spat none sense about someone, didn't your moms teach you better?"
one of the boys rolled their eyes back at you.
" Why so offended? Is he your dearly boyfriend or something? Cause if so go kiss his ass instead of bossing around like a bitch. "
This caught you off guard, your eyes widen at him. They started sneakering again with one of them giving the other high five.
You felt your face heat up from embarrassment and rage, you bit on your lip and clenched your fists trying to compose your reaction. You exhaled deeply to calm your nerves.
Miles had his eyebrow lift slightly at you.
" No, he isn't my boyfriend. but he is my friend and I would like for you both to shut the fuck up about him. "
Was he really your friend? Big nope, you knew his name just weeks ago and perhaps with other things but that was besides the point now.
You could say you answered with that for the sake of argument and to be convincing, to yourself more as well. You wished that perhaps that would brush these idiots off but it didn't, if more, they looked intrigued.
" Oh? And what if we didn't, what will you do?" the dark haired one said, taking a step forward toward you with a unsettling smirk on his face.
Your eyes widen though You forced your body to stay still, frowning even more. " We-ell, w-wouldn't you like to know? " your voice started to lower to your disadvantage.
'crap I stuttered! and I should have sounded more intimidating, why am I NOT sounding intimidating enough?!'
The taller boy took another step, his friend following suit. you started to panic inside your mind. What should you do?!
" Oh we would pretty much like to know." Said the other one, smirking as well, he suddenly reached his hand to brush your hair.
You jumped taking a step back.
" S-stop that! I am warning you."
but they were unfazed and kept walking toward you, while you took steps back. The people surrounding you didn't notice this interaction, and even when you put your trust on them to save you when you call for help, your pride prevented you.
You still kept glaring at them, perhaps it would have given them the impression that you were not playing around. The same guy who touched your hair stretched his hand to do it again, rubbing your shoulder and keeping you on hold so you couldn't walk further.
"Warning us? You are so adorable darling." The dark haired one said as he started to brush your hair with you trying to shake their hand off.
You slapped one of their hands " Stop it! Or. . Or–"
"Or what princess? What are you going to do? " The shorter one repeated, smirking.
" This. "
Your eyes went wide as you watched someone step Infront you, covering your whole figure behind their back. They held the boy's hand away from your shoulder, squeezing it in force till it hurt.
You heard the boy whine, trying to break free and with no vain. His friend acted on the spot, sending a punish to the boy standing Infront of you, only for his fist to be clutched with his other hand like it was nothing, he twisted the boy's hand, making him bend Infront him in pain.
Miles still had his back to you, as you kept watching surprised how he singlehandedly took them both.
" If ya wanna start a problem, then do it with me. Leave her out of it." He twisted the other's hand, forcing him to join the floor with his friend. some people passing by started to gaze at the scene, shocked as you were.
" Understood? " His voice though quiet, was sharp and clear. your heart was pounding as you finally let out a breath knowing you were safe now.
No answer from them and so Miles twisted their hands even more.
" Ow ow ow yes! Yes! Understood!! Leave us please!"
" Ouchh! Ouch–yeah, leave her alone got it! Let go now!"
and so he did, standing firm, having his sharp gaze on them. They backed away immediately rubbing their sore wrists.
" You are a freak!! "
" The hell is wrong with you, piece of shit?!"
" If ya believe am that dangerous or sum shit of what yo sayin then ya better be scared and stay. Away." He sneered at them before his intense gaze turned at you, they soften but you didn't notice.
too busy realizing what the hell just happened. You heard him mumble 'you okay?' to which it took a while from you to nod your head. You yelped when he suddenly dragged your arm along with him.
"Com'on we gotta go " he said so casually like he wasn't dragging a person with him.
" Wait wait– we are away now, you can let go!" You tried to break free but you couldn't, his grip was hella firm!
" estúpida, what were you thinkin? You could have just went on your way." [Idiot ] you heard him say under his breath, he even sounded annoyed for some reason.
You sighed as you just let him drag you to the end of the hall as he let go of you, turning to frown at you.
"It wasn't your business"
"Neither were theirs? someone had to do something, you had to do something! " You too started frowning, you didn't know why but it started to frustrate you how lightly he was taking the situation of people talking shit about him. Was he not bothered?
"They keep spitting nonsense about you! And you just. . Just stand there and act like it's nothing, doesn't it bug you even for a little?" You were crossing your arms, your voice turned soft at the end as you stared at him, sadly.
Miles had his eyes narrowed at you. " why do you care? Why acting like it's your problem?" He was confused by your question. as you just stared at him, not knowing how to answer.
Days ago, while you were taking a different route home with your friend you saw a familiar face painted on the walls of New York, the cop Jefferson Davis's face. You had knew of him from your father's friend who was a cop as well.
the cop used to show your father and you his photos with the guy and other co-workers at work.
the day of his death, he spoke so highly of him and how he sacrificed himself for so many people, you didn't know the guy deeply but thought of him as a hero.
While they were showing the dead victims faces on TV, he was among them. you felt kind of sad but didn't think much of it back then.
So when you saw his face again something pulled your curiosity to ask more about this guy, especially of how he reminded you of someone though you weren't sure of that theory.
when you went back home that weekend, you called your father's friend, Joshua, asking him to tell you more about Jeff and it turned out that he was from Morales family, to your shock and fear however he was Miles's father.
From that day you saw the boy in a different light, hence why you stopped calling him 'Burrito boy', you began to understand him more even when you two hardly spoke to each other. Though you began to understand through his behaviour and actions of why he was doing it.
one thing you still didn't understand was why he didn't fight for his reputation.
" So?" He asked, kind of impatiently.
You inhaled and exhaled loudly.
"Listen, Miles. . .we maybe don't speak a lot but I see you as a good person and it kind of annoys me how you won't bother to prove it to anyone else," You bit your lips at his blank expression, brushing through your hair you sighed again. 'this is so stupid'
why were your chest tightening, you weren't even confessing to him!
"I know it isn't my place to speak and it is indeed not my business, but could you at least try? Please." His eyes widen a bit as you both stared at each other, till he broke your gaze, staring besides him instead.
He clicked his tongue rubbing his eyes. " Hablas en Serio ? " [are you serious?] He couldn't believe you were asking him to defend himself a little, why were you that interested about his problem?
" If I do,would you stop standing up for me?"
You blinked, taken a back by this.
" huh? What do you mean?"
Miles smirked, to your surprise. " Ya think I am blind and don't see all that ya doing behind my back?"
the beats of your heart sped up again, as your face started to heat up, you opened your mouth multiple times then closing them like a fish.
" Yo–you. . .you noticed??" Miles smirked more. his amussing expressions were surprising you that It was hard to look away.
"You ain't that silk, ' cerebro grande' " [ 'big brain'. ]
okay now that you are talking with him, he kept speaking in Spanish, was that his native language or something? also what?
The bell rang when you opened your mouth to say something, he turned on his heels passing you before you could utter a world. his confidence and mysterious behaviour drawn your attention, you couldn't understand how a quiet kid could show such power with simple words and acts.
" Later, niña " [ little girl] you heard him mumble still smirking.
You were left there like an idiot, staring at him bewildered and surprised, your hands clasped on the straps of your cross bag.
Miles sly smirk turned into a simple smile as he remembered your confidence when you stood up for him, he didn't like to have you involved in those situations, of course.
He may have not said it, but you were right, he should at least try stand for himself and stop those rumors from spreading even when they were going to anyway. He knew how to be witty and clever with his responses, he just didn't care.
yet since you became in the picture, he would reconsider to let himself be heard. If it meant to push you away from trouble.
Was he worried about you? well, you seemed to be stubborn and someone had to stop you before you hurt yourself.
He didn't know much about you but from your actions he could tell it wasn't new for you to stand up for someone, he did see you do it multiple times now.
he wasn't the type to focus on someone but your case was an exception.
Miles felt those following weeks were going to be interesting.
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*spoiler warning*
In ATSV, we are introduced to the fact that the spider that bit Miles Morales in Earth-1610 actually came from Earth-42. And that universe, the one without the spider, or Spider-Man, had Miles become the Prowler.
It's very clear that Miles-42 was meant to be Spider-Man. His father, the captain of police, is killed. According to the canon, he should have had the spider bite, and for that Miles (I'm stretching a bit) I'm guessing that would have been his push to become a vigilante.
But the spider destined to bite him disappeared. And his father still died. And Miles, grieving and hurt and angry that the police did a short memorial and then cast his family aside, learns that his uncle understands. His Uncle Aaron, that he idolized, that helped encourage his art, understands his anger against the system and the police and the world, and offers an avenue he didn't think of to help change that. So Miles-42 becomes the Prowler.
Meanwhile, Miles-1610 already has a Spider-Man. He thinks that he's cool, his dad isn't a fan of him though. The idea of Spider-Man was old news. And when bonding with his uncle doing art, he was bit by the spider from Earth-42, and his destiny changes so viscerally that when he meets Peter as Spider-Man, his aura changes to the colors of Spider-Man. Miles, close to the Prowler, was supposed to become him, because we all know that even without the "Parker curse" Jefferson Davis would die anyway. A black police officer in New York? A police officer who wasn't corrupt, actually trying to be good? You know he would have been shot during a bust or by a gang or saving a kid. And Miles-42 would have been grieving and hurt and angry that the police did a short memorial and then cast his family aside. And he learned that his uncle understood, and he would have become the Prowler.
But that didn't happen. Miles Morales in any universe has the capability to become Spider-Man, to be a hero. But the moment the spider bit Miles-1610, the canon was forced upon him and his uncle died instead. And the moment the spider didn't bite Miles-42, the canon still tried to push him into a destiny that was stolen from him, his father died, and he became so bitter that the red and blue that he was born into, was destined to be, warped and bled and changed into the acid and purple of his new destiny as the Prowler in a world without a Spider-Man.
#spider man: across the spiderverse#spider man: into the spiderverse#spiderverse#miles morales#jefferson davis#rio morales#spider-man#the prowler#prowler miles#miles 42#miles 1610#the canon#aaron davis#uncle aaron#earth 42#earth 1610
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If Prowler Miles lost Jeff the same time Miles lost Aaron does that mean Kingpin’s the one who killed him
#If he did and he’s still alive it’s because Miles-42 doesn’t know#Or maybe one of them avenged him and the Sinister Six cartel rose in the power vacuum#spiderman#earth 42#kingpin#wilson fisk#aaron davis#jefferson davis#prowler!miles#miles g#atsv#across the spiderverse
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I swear there better be a full circle moment where 42 Miles sees Jefferson and just full on hug attacks him like Miles did to 42 Aaron
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Somewhere Far Away From Here
Summary:
Red peeked through as another piece of rubble was pushed aside and the knot in his chest loosened for a moment before they pushed the last piece of rubble and he realized that it wasn’t red fabric he was looking at.
It was blood.
OR
Miles saves his dad but it comes at a cost no one was expecting
People rushed by him in hordes, shoulders and elbows jabbing into him as he looked around to see if there was anyone still in need of help here.
Spot was high in the air, broken technicolour and black lightning flashing around him as Brooklyn was slowly reduced to rubble, the attacks getting closer and closer until Jeff could feel a familiar warning tug of danger in his gut.
With one final sweep of the landscape, he spun on his heel and made to follow after the crowd only to catch a hint of red in his peripheral just seconds before a child’s cry echoed in his ears. Whirling back around, he caught sight of a child in a red shirt crouched on the ground crying and his body moved before he could think, racing towards the child even as the building nearby began to crumble.
Relief flooded him when he managed to gather them in his arms just in time, ducking out of the way of the crumbling rubble but it was short-lived.
A shadow loomed over them– the entire rooftop was coming down upon them, too fast for Jeff to make a break for it. Terror clawed up his throat but he curled himself more protectively over the child in hopes that at least they would survive, a silent apology to his family echoing in his head and—
Something black and red rammed into him with the full force of a freight train, sending them flying in another direction just seconds before the rubble crashed and they were blown away even further, skidding and rolling against the concrete before they slowed to a stop.
Jeff remained frozen in that position, seconds ticking by as his heart beat audibly in his chest and the ringing in his ears grew more silent.
He was alive.
The thought spurred him into action, taking stock of the situation and making sure the kid in his arms was still alive.
His leg was half buried beneath some rubble and every movement sent a bolt of pain shooting through his body but the kid was fine, suffering from a few scrapes and bruises that brought tears to her eyes but fine for the most part.
It took a few painful attempts but Jeff managed to pull his leg free, certain he had at the very least broken his ankle.
But considering what he had really expected to happen at that moment, a broken ankle seemed like a blessing in comparison. But who…
Black and red. Spider-Man.
( Don’t forget the hyphen , a young voice added in the back of his mind)
Turning back to the rubble, Jeff desperately searched for any sign of the young hero as the dust from the collision settled, only to find nothing.
“Spider–” he broke out into a coughing fit after inhaling the smoke. “Spider-Man! Kid, are you okay?”
No answer.
Panic welled up inside him as the silence stretched and he pulled himself to his feet, grabbing a piece of rebar to steady himself as he limped towards the large pile of rubble just meters away from him.
“Spider-Man!” he shouted once more and—
“MILES!”
What?
Jeff recognized the voice before he saw who it belonged to, dread settling in his gut when rather than that punk girl from last night he saw one of Spider-Man’s companions from the collider disaster last year just as she landed.
‘I’m going to find him.’
She sprinted towards the rubble, a broken stream of denials and his son’s name escaping her mouth as she threw aside piece of rubble after piece of rubble with an air of desperation thick enough to choke on.
“Blondie!”
Jeff knew that voice too, had memorized the cadence and diction in its many forms but there was something off, something that wasn’t quite right.
Someone new rushed towards the girl and grasped her shoulder, dressed in a costume that looked frighteningly similar to the one the Prowler– the one Aaron had worn.
“What happened?!”
“He–” the masked girl gasped and trembled, throwing the new character off of her as she returned to her task. “He’s under here. I saw him– his dad, he saved him but he’s still under, we need to get him out.”
The boy was unnaturally still for a moment before he joined her in her frenzy, flinging rubble in every direction without a care for anything around them.
Jeff could only stare at them, frozen as their words echoed over and over in his head but his mind refused to connect the dots and understand what was going on, afraid of the conclusion he would come to.
Red peeked through as another piece of rubble was pushed aside and the knot in his chest loosened for a moment before they pushed the last piece of rubble and he realized that it wasn’t red fabric he was looking at.
It was blood.
Spider-Man lay motionless in a puddle of crimson, his neck twisted in an impossible direction and a pole skewered through his middle.
It was like the oxygen had been sucked out of Jeff’s lungs all at once, a sharp exhale escaping him as he gazed at the gruesome sight with his heart beating painfully in his chest.
“No,” the girl said in a broken whisper, the lens on her mask growing impossibly wide as she stumbled forward and fell to her knees right next to the hero’s broken body. “No, no, no. Miles, please, you can’t– this isn’t happening.”
She’s grasping the boy’s face now, pushing up his mask and revealing a face that made Jeff’s world crumble beneath because he knew it but the person underneath the mask couldn’t be him. Couldn’t be his son.
Couldn’t be Miles.
She shook the body, pleading for a response they all knew wasn’t coming. “We saved your dad, c’mon! Get up, Miles! Spider-Man always gets back up, right?”
Jeff wanted to tell her to shut up, to stop calling that dead body by his son’s name, but his tongue was glued to his mouth and his body was frozen in place, refusing to respond to his commands.
A blur of colour landed nearby and rushed over. “Gwendy! Is everything al–”
The newcomer’s voice broke off but the girl seemed to latch on to it, tearing herself away from the body to look at him. “Hobie! Please, we need to get him to a hospital!” she begged.
‘Hobie’ remained silent, the lenses of his mask just as wide as the girl’s.
“Hobie!”
“Gwen…” he began softly.
“ Don’t!” the girl screamed. “Don’t talk to me like that! We can still help him! We can still…” Her voice broke into a shuddering sob, gasping like the air was too thick to swallow. “No, no, no… please, not him…” Her hands twisted into the fabric of her mask. “I shouldn’t have come, I shouldn’t have come to see him… ”
Jeff couldn’t focus on her any longer, unable to tear his gaze away from the bloody site of the young boy behind the mask. His throat grew tighter as his eyes traced the familiar outline of his face, frozen in a twisted expression of terror and pain.
Spider-Man was dead.
His son was dead.
Some cold slithered beneath his skin, coiling around his neck and strangling him as each breath came out more shallow than the last, his chest growing tighter with every second it was deprived of oxygen.
Spider-Man was dead.
Spider-Man who had been a little thorn in his side for a little over a year, Spider-Man who was young and hopeful, who tried his best to help in every way he could, who put himself in the way of fire to protect the people of New York from villains that grew bigger and stronger with every passing, who slapped silly stickers on the foreheads of criminals before dumping near a patrolling police car.
Spider-Man who stuck close to Jeff as if it was second nature, with a familiar stature and attitude Jeff could never put his finger on.
Spider-Man who was undeniably similar to his son.
Spider-Man who was his son.
Spider-Man who was dead.
Miles was dead.
Jeff could not breathe, each breath coming out in little gasps of air as he tried to call for his son’s name but his throat was closing up, his words caught in the thick knot of emotion that was making it hard to breathe.
“Well, isn’t this quite the sight?”
In a mere second, all the emotions within him transformed into a hideous black rage, twisting into a horrible creature that roared in his chest, his ribs rattling under the force of it.
That voice. That thing.
Spot.
He wanted to tear it apart limb by limb, to make it feel the pain that felt like it was tearing his heart apart because it had taken his son.
It hung above them, broken technicolour and black lightning still flashing around it
“You…,” the girl muttered, her voice trembling in a manner that spoke of anger rather than fear. Her mask no longer covered her face, expression shadowed by familiar uneven blond hair and Jeff knew who she was.
It was like a final nail in his son’s coffin.
And there was nothing Jeff could do.
He was helpless in this fight, unable to do anything more than run around like a headless chicken and hope he could save as many people without doing anything to stop the source of the problem.
To think he had once believed himself to be capable of doing Spider-Man’s job, believing the vigilante to be nothing more than a glory-seeking moron who swung in to steal all the credit and play superhero.
What could Jeff do in the face of the monstrosity that had killed his son?
Nothing.
“Gwen Stacy! This is a nice flip of the narrative, isn’t it?”
“Shut up…,” she said, expression twisted into one of pure unadulterated rage. “ I’ll kill you!”With inhuman strength, she hurled a piece of rubble at the monster and flew at him with reckless abandon, her companions joining her without a word and something in Jeff ached.
There was nothing he could do. He was weak, tied down by the constraints of human strength when he wanted nothing more than to join them and tear his son’s killer apart.
But he was weak.
So he tore his eyes from them once more and limped towards his son as fast as he could, the distance between them seeming endless even as the blurry details of Miles’ face grew clearer with every step.
His son. His boy. Miles.
His legs collapsed beneath him as he reached Miles, shaky hands cupping his cheeks and the skin was frighteningly cold beneath his touch. Jeff’s eyes blurred with tears that flowed down his cheeks because his son was gone, leaving behind a husk of who he was for Jeff to bury.
With every second that passed, he hoped he would wake up from this terrible nightmare, that hand on the clock would spin back and he could fix this all. But it never happened.
Miles was gone.
He was helpless to change the fact that his son, the baby boy that he had raised and watched grow up was gone.
He would never see him laugh or smile or draw another one of his pictures or argue with Jeff over every little thing because he was a teenager who refused to listen and wanted to grow up so fast it made Jeff’s head spin
The boy he had raised and watched grow up was limp in his arms, his bright expression replaced with one of terror and his clothes replaced with those of a hero. The boy he had raised and the young hero he watched fight freaks of nature were one and the same.
Perhaps Jeff had always known in the back of his mind that the boy behind the mask and the boy he drove to school nearly every Monday were one and the same.
How could he not when the boy beneath the mask had hugged him in search of security with the same figure as the boy he had raised for fourteen years? How could he not when he had told him he loved him with a surety that spoke of habit?
But that boy had died for him. Because of him.
And Jeff had been too late to save him.
He was always late when it mattered most.
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There are two terrible endings to this scenario
1. Spot kills everyone and wins
2. Gwen kills Spot, he explodes into dark matter that destabilizes Earth 1610 and cuts it off from the rest of the multiverse as it slowly self-destructs and poisons its inhabitants (all the citizens as well as all the spider ppl) to a slow, painful glitchy death
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The title is because 'Sign of the times' just reminded me so much of Miles and his dad
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This was inspired by that one tiktok sound from Fiona and cake 'you were a wonderful experience' 'you were... everything'
I'm not sorry
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Miles Morales had never thought there would come a day when he had to struggle between two lives; that of a normal fourteen-year-old highschool boy and an idol/occasional model.
On that note, his twin brother, his parents, the two Spidermen, his twin brother's 'friends' or so he claimed, more of weird Spider-people (?) had been acting weird around Miles lately. It was probably nothing, he concluded.
#miles morales#miles morales earth 42#spiderman across the spiderverse#across the spiderverse#atsv#jefferson davis#rio morales#aaron davis#gwen stacy#pavitr prabhakar#hobie brown#miguel o'hara
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His Sunshine in the Darkness: I'm Safe in Her Heart
Back again with anotha' one. Welcome to His Sunshine in the Darkness Part Two!
Here is where things start picking up. You should already have idea of what's about to go down in this chapter so I'm not even gonna hold y'all.
Here's Part One, in case any of you guys missed it!
Enjoy!
Warnings: Main Character Death
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Everything was going so well for Miles... until it wasn't.
It all happened so fast. It was the start of summer, Miles' sophomore year becoming nothing more than a distant sweet memory. His dad left for work that morning, along with his mom. One of the last things he told him,
"Have a good day at work, papá. I love you." Jefferson smiled that good-natured smile, hugging his son in his famous bear hugs as the boy laughed at his antics.
"Will do, son. I love you too." And he was out the door with a large hand around his mom's waist.
That was the last time he'd seen him so alive.
The next time Miles would see his dad was in the hospital, lying on the bed with his mother weeping over his body. He and Uncle Aaron stood behind her. He felt the weight of his tío's hand on his shoulder while he rubbed his mamá's heaving back.
It was the only thing teetering him to this Earth. The only thing that was keeping him mentally here. He could feel the memories of what had happened earlier that led him to this point.
Seeing the building collapse from the window of his room.
Turning on the news to see his dad's body placed in an ambulance.
Reading the news headline, "NYPD Captain in Critical Condition After Saving A Little Girl From Building Collapse."
Seeing Uncle Aaron on the other side of the door, telling Miles they were going to the hospital to see his dad.
Clinging onto Uncle Aaron as he sped through the streets on his motorcycle, silently praying for his dad to be alright.
Hearing his dad's final words as he stood on Death's doorstep.
"I will always love you, Rio. You're... the love of my life. Aaron, despite... despite our differences, you'll always... always be my baby brother. Take... take care of Rio and Miles for me, yeah? And... Miles... you'll always be my son. My pride... and joy. P-Panthera... is a good girl for you... she'll t-take care of your heart like your mom has done for me... Just know that... Whatever... you choose to do, I-I know you'll be great at it. I... I believe in you. Never forget that... I love all of you... I love you..."
The sound of the heart monitor flatlining in time with his dad's final confession and the limpness on his hand on all of theirs was deafening.
Just like that... Jefferson Morales was gone. Taking part of his family's heart with him to the great beyond.
The next few days felt like a blur. The most Miles remembers was watching the news, trying to understand why.
Why he now had to grow up with a father. Why his mother had to continue on this journey called life without her husband. Why his uncle had to bury his older brother so damn soon.
Why. Why? Why?!
The answer? A premeditated plan made by some unknown gang. Since being sworn into his position, Jeff had to deal with the steady rise in crime in Brooklyn. He has done a great job thus far, which made criminals hate him even more. What is the best way to solve the problem?
Get rid of him by any means necessary.
The statement left in his dad's office at the station by said gang about his demise said that much.
That stuck with Miles.
While everyone else was enjoying their summer, Miles spent his time rotting away in his bed. His normally pristine room was a wreck from the rage fit he had when he returned from the hospital.
Plenty of his classmates had stopped by the apartment to offer their condolences, but Miles could barely remember who showed up. Miles never felt more out of touch with reality in his short life.
Uncle Aaron and his mother worked together to put together the funeral. Miles never questioned his tío on how he managed to get the funds to pay for everything, and neither did his mother, who was just grateful to have the funds in the first place.
Then the day came.
Miles was awake in the wee hours of the morning, sightlessly staring up at the ceiling. The boy knew he was nowhere ready to face it.
The physical manifestation that his dad was never coming back.
But he knew he had to.
The mother and son showered, ate breakfast, and dressed in their respective black dress and suit in silence. They went to the local church early so his mother could ensure everything was in order. Miles sat on the steps outside. Aaron arrived soon after, patting the boy on the shoulder, who nodded in acknowledgment, before heading inside to ensure his sister-in-law didn't stress herself even more.
Soon, it was time for the funeral to start. He, his mom, and Uncle Aaron stood towards the church entrance. A lot of Miles' classmates and their parents showed up. Some of his teachers too. Some old friends from his old school showed up. A lot of his dad's coworkers came as well. Members of his mom's side of the family showed up, at least who could on such short notice. Uncle Aaron and his mom did handle most of the conversations. Miles just nodded in acknowledgment.
Until she showed up.
Miles always considered Panthera to be an angel. But he didn't expect her to come to her to come as one.
While everyone, including his family, showed up wearing black, she and her father, whom Miles finally had the opportunity to meet, showed up in white with white face paint adorning their features.
Miles felt a bit of himself return to reality for the first time since the hospital.
Panthera had left Brooklyn with her dad to visit Oakland just a few days before his dad passed away. He texted her what happened, which led to a late-night FaceTime call with her comforting him. A part of him desperately wanted her to be there with him, hold him, and comfort him. But he knew that she couldn't. When she promised to be there for the funeral, it eased his bleeding heart for the night.
Seeing her physically in front of him was like a breath of fresh air after being underwater for so long...
Miles finally tuned in to the conversation being had between the adults.
"No disrespect or anything, Eric, but um... why white," Aaron asked as he took in the outfits of the young man he helped years ago and his daughter.
"It's customary in our culture to wear white to funerals," Eric answered easily. Aaron raised a brow at this but accepted this.
"Well, thank you for coming and honoring my husband in your unique way, Mr. Stevens and Panthera. Your... Your support means a lot," Rio spoke up, her voice shaky. Eric squeezed her hand.
"Please, call me Eric. And, of course. I'm sorry I never got to meet the man himself, but from Panthera has told me about him... it sounds like he was an amazing man and an incredible father..." Eric's eyes focused on Miles. "I know what it's like to lose a dad. Just know you're always welcome in our home if you ever need it..." With a pat on the boy's shoulder, Eric entered the church. Panthera was about to follow her father when someone grabbed her hand. She turned to find Miles' eyes nervously searching her own.
"I... C-Could you sit next to me during the service, gatita?" Panthera's brows nearly kissed her hairline at the sudden request. She wasn't family, so she had no real reason to be with them...
...but she could see that Miles wanted her to be by his side. No... needed her to be by his side.
"...If it's alright with your mother and uncle, then sure," she said softly. The pair turned to Rio and Aaron, who were already observing the exchange. Rio gave the girl a watery smile, hugging the girl tightly.
"Of course, you can. We already consider you to be family, mija. Please, sit with us." Panthera hugged the grieving widow back.
"Then it will be my honor..."
Soon, the group entered the church to start the service.
Aaron acted as Rio's pillar of support, and Panthera acted as Miles' as they made their way down the aisle. Panthera sent a silent look to her Baba, who seemed to understand that she would be with family rather than with him. His eyes softened at the boy walking beside her, knowing he needed a friend, and Eric was proud that Panthera could be that friend. Miles had a death grip on Panthera's arm as they walked through the pews with people staring at them. Luckily, his precious gatita didn't seem to mind, rubbing his arm soothingly as she offered her quiet support. Soon they were finally in front of the casket.
An open casket.
From the side, Jeff looked as if he was sleeping. It's not until you get closer you see the enormous gash on the other side of his head. The suit concealed his other injuries well.
Still, the sight of his body was enough to break Aaron, Miles, and Rio into tears. Miles couldn't cry for days. Upon hearing the news of his father's condition, the numbness he felt seeped into his bones and nervous systems, stifling all other emotions.
But now? It was like the floodgates were broken, splintered into millions of tiny, unfixable pieces. He collapsed on his knees alongside his mother, crying for a man long gone. Aaron stared at his brother's face as he held his grieving widow, tears running down his angular face like neverending waterfalls. Panthera's comforting arms found their way around Miles' shoulders, a few tears escaping her eyes into his hair.
"I'm here, Mi. Let it all out. I'll still be here..."
The service soon started after Miles and his family calmed down. A slideshow of Jeff throughout his life played on a projector in the background. A choir sang. Tears were shed. And the sermon was preached. Miles felt himself zone in and out until the preacher focused on him specifically, bringing him back with sharp focus.
"For the Bible says in Romans 13 verse 4, "...if you do wrong, be afraid, for he does not bear the sword in vain. For he is the servant of God, an avenger who carries out God's wrath on the wrongdoer." Young man... Your father died protecting this city and its citizens. I'm sure one of the things he taught you was to follow your conscience... in an often cruel world. Trust in that. Trust and believe in your heart that the criminals who took him away will face judgment."
Miles felt something twist in his chest as he looked at the preacher, giving a slow nod. Aaron didn't have to look to know that his nephew was glancing at him periodically as the preacher continued his message.
He knew there was gonna be a talk later.
When the man was done, it was time for those who wanted to share a few last words to take a stand and go to the front of the church.
Rio gave a heartfelt speech about her husband and how they spent many happy years together in their marriage.
Uncle Aaron talked about their childhood and how even though Jeff was a pain in the neck to him, he'll always be his older brother and will always love him as such.
Some of Jeff's coworkers spoke on his leadership, his love for the law, and his heart always wanting to serve and protect those who needed it most.
It took Miles a bit of courage to go up, but with reassuring hugs from his family and Panthera, he made his way to the podium. He shared how much of a loving, caring, doting, protective, and goofy dad he was—reminiscing on all the good, bad, and ugly times in their relationship. How much he loves him, even then, as he gazes at his dad's coffin.
"I remember the last thing I told you was 'I love you.' And... only God knows h-how glad I-I am that was the last thing I ever s-said to you. I know there were t-times wh-where we d-didn't see eye to eye, b-but you were still m-my dad at the e-end of the day... a-and I was still your s-son. I-I hope you're a-at peace, d-dad.Te quiero... te quiero mucho papá..." The boy couldn't hold back his tears, sobbing into the sleeve of his suit jacket. The boy couldn't see past his tears as he staggered away from the podium. Luckily, he didn't need to see.
He felt Panthera's familiar embrace wrap around his waist, silently urging him to lean on her as she led him back to their assigned bench. The girl silently handed him off to his mother, who immediately wrapped him in her arms and kissed his forehead. Through his sobs, he heard the preacher ask for one more person to come up before they ended, and much to his surprise, Panthera gracefully turned on heel and made her way back up to the podium.
She pulled the wireless mic from the stand before turning her attention to address the crowd.
"Hello, everyone. My name is Panthera Stevens. A close friend of Miles Morales... I had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Morales towards the end of my freshman year. Upon our first meeting, I could see how fiercely he loved. How he would tenderly gaze at Mrs. Morales. How warmly he would watch Miles speak about our experiences and interactions. How welcoming he was to me, curious and willing to open his home to someone his son befriended. Since then, I have spent much time with the family. They made me feel as if I was family. He spoke to me as if I was a daughter than just a friend of his beloved son. I could see where Miles got his heart from..." The family gazed up at the girl in awe as she spoke. Her eyes were sparkling with unshed tears, but her voice remained steady and resolute. Panthera's warm gaze lingered on the trio.
"What happened to Jefferson Morales was sudden, tragic, and heartbreaking. I know... I know it may seem as if this is the end of life, but I beg to differ. You see... in my culture, my father's culture, my grandfather's culture... death is not the end. It's more of a... stepping-off point. You reach out with both hands, and Bast and Sekhmet... they lead you to the green veld where you can run forever. We celebrate the life the person lived on this plane and the start of their new one in the plane beyond, which is why we dress in white. He may not be here with us physically, but he will always live in the hearts he touched while he was here. If the family permits, I love to sing one song in his honor and memory." Rio nodded to the girl, giving a weepy smile.
A member rushed up to the front; one quick conversation was all needed before sprinting away.
Soon the instrumental of the song played through the stereo system.
"Stand if you would like. Mr. Morales... Jeff, this for you..."
If you were to ask Miles to describe Panthera's voice in one word, he would say "passionate." He's heard her sing many times before, but this time...
It was like she was pouring out everything within her to sing this song in front of everyone. To say the words his father could no longer say for himself. From the corner of his eye, he could see his mother clasp both hands over her heart, beaming despite her heartache. Aaron's eyes shimmered with pride, happy to see his brother's philosophy performed so beautifully by a girl he would've loved to see become his daughter-in-law. Panthera approached the family, a ghost of a smile could be seen on her lips.
"I just want them to know..."
She grasped Aaron's large hand with her small one, squeezing comfortingly, "That he gave his all, did his best..."
Panthera moved on to Rio, hugging her briefly but fiercely, "Brought people some happiness..."
She stopped in front of Miles, cupping the back of his neck so he could rest his forehead against hers for a moment. His teary tawny eyes met her warm expresso ones. "Left this world a little better just because..."
The girl turned to face the closed casket, a single tear escaping her eye. "He was here..."
Panthera sang the song's final lines with all she had, laying a single hand over the smooth wood of the casket as she sang the last line. When she finished, the crowd burst into tearful applause, but she wasn't paying them any mind. Her gaze remained focused on the closed lid that hid its occupant from sight.
"Rest in Power, Jefferson Morales..."
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The funeral procession made its way to the cemetery. Panthera and Eric ended up riding with the family at the insistence of Rio and Aaron. The adults were talking amongst themselves while Miles held onto Panthera in silence. Panthera mindlessly rubbed Miles' neck as his face was hidden in hers.
"You okay, Mi," she asked softly, not wanting to draw too much attention to them. She felt him nod, lips brushing against her sensitive skin.
"Just wanna hold you..." The girl let out a mute chuckle, relaxing further in the boy's arms, much to his delight.
"Of course, anything for you..."
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The burial was a quick affair. When the time came to lay Jeff to rest, everyone was emotionally haggard. When everyone threw in their choice of flowers, Panthera and Eric threw in a single Black-Eye Susan.
Eric and Panthera silently crossed their arms over their chests as the dirt was thrown to cover the coffin.
"Phumla ngoku, joni," Eric whispered. Panthera felt her bottom lip wobble but stood strong alongside her Baba.
"Enkosi ngenkonzo yakho... siyakuthanda," she said quietly.
It was finished.
Here Lies Jefferson Morales: Father, Husband, Brother, Hero.
Rest in Peace...
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It's been about two hours after the funeral and burial, and Miles hasn't moved from his position on the couch for about an hour and a half. Aaron had stepped out for a while, promising to return by dinner. His mother had decided to take some time to sleep before deciding on dinner.
It would most likely be takeout again. Rio Morales hasn't had the energy to cook since Jeff died. The most she'll do is figure out what her son and brother-in-law were in the mood for and go from there.
Miles was mulling over what he could possibly eat tonight when there was a knock on the door. The boy huffed from his position on the couch, not in the mood to deal with any more people for the day. Whoever it was seemingly didn't get the message and knocked again, more insistently. Miles glared tiredly at the barrier, hoping the person would get the hint and go away.
Soon his phone started to ring. LOUDLY.
The song "Hide" played through the phone speakers, immediately alerting Miles of who was calling him.
Panthera.
The boy scrambled to answer the call.
"P-Panthera," he asked slowly, confused as to why she was calling.
"Mi! I know you're inside, get off your ass and open the door before my arms give out!" Miles didn't need to be told twice, as he could literally hear her annoyance over the phone and outside his front door.
He met with the sight of Panthera and his father holding bags and containers. The pair were dressed down, wearing matching black wife beaters, gray sweats, and black socks with black Nike slides.
Miles blinked owlishly as he moved back to make room for the duo to enter his home (shoes off, of course) and head to the kitchen.
"Not be rude or anything, but... why are you two here," Miles asked as they set everything down on the counter or on the floor. Eric gave the boy a smirk.
"Your mom has mentioned to Panthera in passing how you all have been eating takeout more often than an actual home-cooked meal. My little girl has taken it upon herself to change that and make dinner for you all." Panthera glared playfully at her father, smacking his chest.
"Not little," she mumbled, completely ignoring how she was the shortest of the group. Miles and Eric chuckled, choosing not to comment on it.
"Sure, gatita. Thank you for Panthera... for everything." The girl spared a glance at her friend, finding a tired, vulnerable, yet grateful expression on his face. She sent him a small smile.
"Think nothing of it, Mi. Now go to sleep. You look half dead," she said, shooing the boy away. The boy let out a tired chuckle, leaning over to brush a sleepy kiss on the girl's temple before he went on his way. Eric raised a brow at that.
"Baby girl?" Panthera looked up to her father, who had a thoughtful look.
"That boy Miles... do you think he likes you more than just a friend," Eric quietly asked, not wanting to be overheard.
'I love you, mi vida...' Panthera cleared her throat, pulling the produce she'll need for the recipe she had in mind for tonight.
"What makes you say that," she asked instead, cleaning off the veggies in the sink. A hand landed on her shoulder, forcing the girl to acknowledge her father's presence.
"I'm serious, Panthera. I know he's grieving the loss of his father, and it's wonderful that he has someone like you in his corner. He seems really comfortable with you to be considered just a friend..." Panthera pursed her lips, mulling over her next words.
"...It wouldn't surprise me if he liked me like that... I like him too, Baba. Very much," Panthera whispered, glancing at the slumbering boy on the family couch. Eric could see the soft look in his daughter's eyes as she looked at him. She didn't have to admit this to him. Eric knew Panthera loved the boy. And he could see Miles' love for her, clear as day whenever he looked at her...
But there was something there. Something... darker...
Maybe it was just Eric, but he could see a bit of himself in Miles. He lost his father when he was a young boy, having to witness his body grow colder and colder until nothing but a shell remained. He had to grow up alone. All Eric wanted was to be seen.
To be heard.
To be loved.
But he was left alone, unable to get into contact with the people who seemingly rejected his father—rejected him.
If he had someone like his daughter in his corner, he would've done anything and everything to keep them in his life.
Even if it meant getting rid of others that stood between him and his person.
He would burn it all if it meant that one person who showed their love to an unfortunate soul such as himself would stay, be with him, and continue to love him. All because he loved them.
And if they didn't... well... they would have forever to learn to love him again, now wouldn't they?
Eric mentally shook off that last thought and looked at his daughter, who was looking up at him, those dark eyes peering curiously into his own.
"I know you do, inkosazana yam encinci. Anybody would be lucky enough to have your love... just be careful." Eric watched as Panthera's brows pinched in confusion.
"What do you mean, Baba..." Eric sighed, gazing at the occupant in the next room over.
"Love is a powerful emotion. It could empower you, give you purpose, and make this thing called life all the more worth it... but sometimes, it can change one's moral compass. Make them wanna do anything and everything to keep it close. People do unexplainable things when they're in love... I just want to know that the person that falls in love with my little girl can make her happy the same way she makes them happy. Freely..." Panthera hugged her father.
She wasn't entirely sure what to make of his words, but she knew that there was a reason behind it all. Maybe he'll explain it more when she's older...
"I'll do my best to be careful, Baba. Ndiyakuthandana," she mumbled into his broad chest. The man hugged her back, squeezing her.
"Nam ndiyakuthanda..." He kissed her forehead.
"I have to go now. I have another job tonight. You going to be okay," Eric asked softly. Panthera nodded.
"I'll be fine, Baba, I know things are getting worse ever since Mr. Morales died, but you took a lot of precautions to make sure I can defend myself if necessary. Hopefully, I can get home before it gets too late, but if not, I'll see if I could spend the night here and go home in the morning," Panthera said. Eric nodded. It wasn't the first time Panthera had spent the night at the Morales household, so either way, Eric can trust she'll be in good hands.
"Okay. Bye, baby girl, see you soon..." The girl followed her dad to the front door.
"Bye, Baba, see you later."
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Miles awoke to the smells of rich spices and seasoned meat a few hours later. The boy blinked blearily, eyes catching sight of Panthera cooking and dancing to the music playing through his portable speaker in the kitchen. Miles sighed dreamily as he watched his little wife-
I mean girlfriend-
I MEAN, FRIEND!
Yes, friend, make herself more comfortable in his home. It seemed so natural for Panthera to be there. God, what he would give to have something like this every day...
Panthera turned around, finding Miles' sleepy grin there to greet her. She smiled.
"Hey there, sleepyhead. How are you," she cooed, walking over to the couch. The Afro-Latino immediately sat up, pulling the girl into his lap before she could try to find open space on the couch. Panthera raised a brow at this.
"Mi, I'm not a teddy bear, you know," she drawled as Miles nuzzled her neck.
"Mmm... yes, you are. You're my teddy bear," he mumbled, pressing his lips against her throat as if to imprint those words onto her skin. Panthera chuckled, trying to pull Miles out of his hiding place only for him to let out a whine of complaint.
"Nooooooo..." She could partially feel his pout.
"C'mon, Mi, let me up. I need to double-check to see how the food's doing." As if on cue, Miles' stomach let out a loud growl. Panthera laughed freely, knowing the boy was blushing.
"C'mon, you can come with me, and we'll see if I can feed the beast from within," she teased, poking his belly. The boy let out a disgruntled grumble before releasing the girl, simpering happily as she held his hand to lead him into the kitchen.
"Smells amazing, gatita. What're you making," Miles asked as he watched Panthera taste-test the dish.
"Injera, Doro Wat, and Gomen, it's Ethiopian Spicy Chicken Stew and Collard Greens served a Flatbread," Panthera said offhandedly, leaning into Miles' embrace when she felt his arms make themselves at home around her waist. Miles rested his head on the girl's shoulder, curious.
"Want a bite," Panthera offered. After a small nod, Panthera guided a forkful of chicken dipped in sauce into the boy's awaiting mouth. The boy let out a happy moan at the series of flavors exploding on his tongue.
"Ohmygod," he groaned, squeezing the girl. Panthera smiled at the reaction.
"Good," she asked, even though she already knew the answer.
"Mhmmmm... I'm so marrying you so I can have this for the rest of my life," he said. Panthera burst out laughing. Little did the girl know that Miles was being dead serious.
"Relax, Mi. I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. Plus, we're still years away from even thinking about that," Panthera chuckled, plating the food.
"Can you go set the table and wake up your mother? I'll finish plating everything and wash the rest of the dishes." Miles nodded, kissing Panthera's cheek before wandering off. The girl paused a bit, blushing.
'That felt... oddly romantic? I mean, we did almost kiss at his dad's party, but it's not like either of us has really made a move since then. What changed? Could Baba really be onto something here?'
Before the girl could think harder on the matter, she heard the front door open and close, hearing Aaron announcing his presence.
"Umalume! Just in time for dinner," she smiled. The older man looked surprised to see her, similar to Rio, as she groggily trailed behind her son, who immediately helped his friend set the plates on the table.
"Hello, Mrs. Morales. I hope you managed to get some rest." Rio blinked at the table arrangement before on Panthera's shy smile.
"Hello, Panthera and I did, thank you. Wh... What is all this?" Panthera's smile brightens a little.
"After you told me that your family hasn't had a real home-cooked meal since Mr. Morales' passing, I got my Baba to take me to the supermarket and brought some food prep from home to make you all something." A slow smile spread on Rio's lips as she hugged the girl.
"Oh, mija, thank you. You've been a literal angel throughout this time, and I can't be more grateful that Miles has someone like you in his corner. Muchas gracias querida." PAnthera hugged the woman back, heart full.
"Of course, Mrs. Morales. You've all been through a lot. This is the least that I can do," Panthera said. Rio pulled back, hands firmly on Panthera's shoulders as she looked the girl squarely in her eyes.
"Please, mija. Call me Rio. I meant what I said today when I said that we consider you to be family. You are family, Panthera." The girl teared up a bit but smiled, nodding her understanding.
"Okay, Rio. Now come, best to eat while it's still warm." Panthera urged the family to find a seat at the table, taking a seat by a heart-eyed Miles.
Rio and Aaron sent each other a silent look.
'She's good for him.'
'Yeah, she is.'
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The Morales/Davis family finished dinner with full bellies and content smiles. They complimented the girl on her culinary skills, who accepted the praise with a blush. Panthera offered to take care of the dishes, which was vehemently rejected by Miles.
"You've done so much today, muñeca. Lemme do this for you." Then proceeds to kiss her cheek in front of his mother and uncle. You could cook on an egg of Panthera's face with how hot her cheeks were burning. Rio and Aaron only smiled secretly, chuckling at the two teens.
As soon as Miles was done, they all sat and chatted, occasionally laughing and joking with each other. Panthera soon looked down at her phone, staring in shock at the time.
"Bast! I didn't realize how late it was getting! I need to go home," Panthera exclaimed, standing up and patting her pockets to ensure she had everything. Miles felt his heart drop to his stomach.
Panthera squeaked when she suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around her, pulling her into a solid chest. Miles buried his face in the crock of her neck, not caring if his mamá y tío could see him and Panthera like this.
"Miles-"
"Stay." Panthera shivered as the single word was whispered right next to her ear.
"I probably really should try-" Rio interjected.
"No, please, Panthera. Stay the night. Walking the streets alone is too dangerous, especially since crime has been increasing nearly every day." Panthera looked into the pleading eyes of Rio before turning to Aaron.
"Umalume, can't you walk me home? You know I don't live that far from you," Panthera tried. Aaron sighed.
"Sorry, lil cub, but Rio is right. I've been caught in a couple of fights just trying to get home. I don't want to risk you being caught up in that." Panthera pursed her lips in thought. It wasn't until Miles turned her around and cupped her face in his hands.
"Please, gatita. I don't want to lose another person. I can't lose another person in my life. Especially not you. You mean too much to me. Please, stay... I need you..." Damn it, if the vulnerable look in those tawny brown eyes didn't seal it for her, his words did.
"...okay, I'll stay. I'll take the guest bedroom..." Panthera's question trailed off when she noticed the semi-sheepish look on Aaron's face.
"Sorry, Panthera, but I've kinda been using it." The girl smiled at the man, silently reassuring him.
"No worries then, I could take the couch-"
"No, the heck you not!"
"Absolutely not, mija!"
The girl looked at mother and son with an exasperated expression.
"Then what do you suggest," she huffed. Miles was quick to respond.
"You could sleep in my room. It's not like you haven't done so before." Panthera glanced at Rio, silently asking if that was okay. Rio smiled and nodded.
"Just keep the door open, you two~!"
"RIO!" "MAMÁ, PLEASE!"
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After a quick and embarrassing escape, a change of clothes, and a quick night routine, Panthera and Miles lay side by side in the dark room. Miles, in his wife beater and gym shorts, couldn't help but admire Panthera in his clothes.
He gave her one of his old t-shirts that swallowed her frame, reaching her thighs. She rejected the shorts he tried giving her, claiming too much clothing makes it harder for her to sleep at night. He didn't put up much of a fight, finding the view she provided quite enticing. He wanted nothing more but to reach out and caress those brown thighs...
"You can come closer, you know," he quietly stated, drawing random shapes on her arm. Panthera blushed.
"You sure? Wouldn't that seem..." The boy raised a brow, waiting for the girl to finish her sentence.
"Intimate?" The boy blinked before giving a little shrug.
"I mean... it would. But I wouldn't mind that... do you?" Panthera chewed on her bottom lip, mulling over her answer.
"I... I don't mind either..." Miles smiled, tugging on the girl's waist to pull her closer. The boy even went as far as to rest one of her legs on his hip.
"Mmm, comfy," Miles asked, finding Panthera's eyes in the dark. The girl nodded, unable to get her voice to work without it coming out as a high pitch squeak. Miles chuckled, kissing her forehead.
"Heh, so freaking cute. Goodnight, gatita. Sweet dreams."
"Goodnight, Mi. Sweet dreams..."
The pair managed to doze off into a comfortable slumber.
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Miles stared at the beauty sitting next to him. The pair was out on top of one of the building's rooftops. The moon was out tonight, ethereal light bathing the girl in a breathtaking glow. He could see the stars twinkling in her eyes, creating a new galaxy in those dark orbs. Panthera glanced at him, noting the dazed look in Miles's eyes.
"What are you looking at, Mi," she teased good-naturely, ignoring the warmth feeling flooding her cheeks.
"You, princesa," Miles answered easily, scooting closer to the girl. He took note of the confused blink he received as he cupped her cheek.
"God, you're so beautiful, Panthera. How are you even real," Miles whispered, looking into her galaxy-decorated eyes. The girl's eyes began to cross as Miles approached her face.
"Mi...?" A shiver escaped the boy. He always loved the way that nickname sounded coming from her.
"I love you, Panthera. Te amo tanto, mi vida," Miles sighed, leaning in for a long-awaited kiss...
Only to be shoved away at the last second.
Miles' furrowed expression turned into one of fear. The disgusted look on Panthera's face, the cold look in her eyes.
"What the hell, Miles?! I don't love you like that." His heart shuddered to a stop.
"Wh-what?" The girl stood, backing away from him.
"Why would I ever love someone as needy and broken as you? Be so for real, Morales. I don't want your deranged love. Keep that shit to your fucking self." Panthera turned on her heel and ran inside the building.
"Panthera, wait! I'm sorry, please!" The boy chased after her, heart aching as she remained out of reach. The staircase seemed to go on forever as he tried racing down them.
"Leave me alone, Miles!"
"No, gatita, please! Don't leave me, don't leave me!" Tears ran down the boy's cheeks in ragged streaks, losing sight of her. The boy took a harsh tumble as he accidentally stepped on his untied shoelaces. After an eternity of rolling, the boy reached the bottom of the staircase. He could see the exit just meters away—the door was left wide open, blowing in the seductive scent of his beloved. Miles stared into nothingness. The aches and pains going off in different parts of his body were nothing compared to the gaping hole in his chest.
He curled into himself and sobbed.
"Panthera, mi amor, mi vida... Vuelve, por favor. Te amo. Lo lamento, Lo lamento..." He begged and cried. Silently pleading for the girl to hear his cries and come through that door. To hold him and say she was sorry. That she didn't mean any of her cruel words and will never leave him...
That she will always love him.
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"...les... Mil... Mi, wake up! You're having a nightmare. Wake up, please..." Miles let out a tired moan, his swollen eyes struggling to open. His eyes struggled to focus, but slowly, he could see and worried and frantic Panthera straddling him.
"P... Panthera," he croaked, his voice thick with sleep and unshed tears. He watched as her face morphed into one of relief.
"Oh, thank Bast, you scared me, Mi! I just slipped out to use the bathroom, and when I came back, you were shaking and crying in your sleep. You were speaking in Spanish, but you sounded so hurt, Mi," Panthera whispered frantically. She didn't want to wake Aaron or Rio with their conversation. Miles shuddered at the lingering memory of his dream, wrapping his arms around the girl, hugging her tight.
"I'm sorry I scared you, Panthera," he weakly apologized, snuggling closer to the girl's warmth. Panthera returned the embrace, running her fingers over the week-old stitch pattern of the boy's braids.
"Shhh, it's okay, Mi. I'm here, I promise," she whispered. He looked into her dark brown eyes, seeing their familiar warmth.
"Really," he asked in a small voice. As much as Miles didn't want to admit it, that dream scared him just as much as he had seen his dad's broken body on the news. The strong potential of losing someone close to his heart scared him.
He loves the girl. He would move heaven and Earth to keep her in his life.
He needed to know that she'll stay.
"Of course, I promise. I love you, Mi." Miles let out a shaky breath when he felt those full lips press against his clammy forehead. God, he wanna bask in this moment forever...
"I love you too, Panthera..." Miles couldn't help himself. He kissed her clothed chest, right where her heart was. Panthera allowed herself to be maneuvered to Miles' comfort. She laid on her back with his head on her chest; his ear pressed against it to hear her heartbeat. Miles' long body was nicely accommodated by the softness of Panthera's thighs over his hips. The featherlight touch over his hair and eyes coaxed the boy into a peaceful slumber.
Panthera watched as the boy slipped back into unconsciousness, her mind wired.
She wasn't expecting such a drastic reaction when she returned from using the bathroom. Miles was sleeping so peacefully when she left...
She also didn't tell Miles she heard her saying her name. She had an okay understanding of his mother tongue and could help but blush at the parts she did understand.
'Panthera, my love... please... I love you...'
She wasn't entirely sure what Miles was begging for, but whatever the dream version of her did left him with an empty, scared, and heartbroken look in his tired eyes.
Something about that look unsettled her. She never wanted to be the cause of that look; she loved Miles. She wanted him to be happy...
The girl let out a tired sigh.
'Sleepy, sleepy...'
She looked down at the boy sleeping on her chest and bit her lip.
As carefully as she could, she tilted the boy's head up. She watched fondly as his face unconsciously scrunched up and let out a whine at being moved. Only to be silenced when she gently pecked his lips. She had to suppress an amused giggle when a dopey smile crossed his face, and he snuggled up to her.
"Goodnight, Mi..."
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The rest of the year was very busy for Miles. When Panthera left that morning to go back home, and his mom went to take a shift at the hospital, he spoke to his Uncle Aaron about his "business dealings."
"Miles, I don't think it'll be a good idea-"
"Tío, please. You know I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important to me. I want to be able to protect the people I love. What if papá wasn't enough for them? What if they manage to get to mamá or even Panthera? I can't lose anyone, Uncle Aaron, I can't. I won't let those bastards get away with what they've done to my family."
"...alright, kid. Lemme take care of a few things first, and we can start...."
It took a couple of months of training and remodeling a suit, but soon Brooklyn had a new Prowler.
The newcomer was just as good as his predecessor, if not better. And he was always in high demand.
Miles was proud of the name he had created for himself in the crime underworld. The business was doing well, so he could support his mother at home and at her job. With the extra bonuses he and his uncle received, he would save most of it, spend a little on himself, and hopefully soon, on his precious gatita.
With it being their junior year and his new mantle as Prowler, Miles had difficulty spending time with her outside of school. He missed the days when they would spend their days together, whether they drew in their respective sketchbooks or curled up on his couch watching "Spirit: The Stallion of the Cimarron" for the 50th time (it was Panthera's favorite movie, he wasn't going to deny his precious kitten anything).
The last time they spent real time together (like for more than an hour) was toward the end of summer. School was supposed to start in less than two weeks, and Miles was still training but was about to take up his first assignment as the Prowler in just a few days. Miles had stopped by Panthera's apartment to ask her to come tagging with him. What resulted from that was a mural of his father. He remembers staring up at the smiling face of his papá. At that point, it's been over a month and a half since Jeff died. He wanted a physical reminder of what he was doing this for...
The comforting feeling of having Panthera's arms around his waist warmed his chest. Her words rang sweetly in his ears.
"Whatever you do, I know your dad would be proud of you, Miles. You will always be his pride and joy..." Miles allowed his hand to find hers, intertwining against his stomach.
"Thank you, Panthera... it means more than you know..."
In the months since then, the two would spend time in class, studying, or spending a rare Saturday together. Despite their limited time together, Panthera could clearly see the difference in Miles. The coldness in his stare. His aloofness to the majority of their classmates around him. The silent, almost predatory vibe in his stance and walk.
He morphed from the Summer Child she knew from their freshmen and sophomore year until a Winter Soldier.
Their classmates had noticed this, some choosing to stay out of the boy's way while others flocked to him, finding this change cool and finally worthy of their attention. Guys soon began calling him their homeboy, while girls batted their eyes at him with flirtatious grins on their glossy lips.
Miles remained indifferent to this attention. Only seeking the attention of one person.
Panthera.
He knew his precious kitten never liked having so many eyes on her, and ever since he became "popular," he was hardly alone. There were a few moments when he could snag her away for a few minutes of solitude. Panthera would always find herself in the boy's lap. His arms circled around to keep her close. He would normally find his face buried in her neck or resting on her chest to listen to her heartbeat.
She was his small piece of heaven.
Miles had found his eyes straying to the couples in the halls during passing or in the lunchroom. Often times imagining himself and Panthera in the same setting. His mamá y tío have been waiting for him to finally take the leap of fate and ask her to be his, officially.
He decided their junior year would be the start of their love story.
Neither of them anticipated how bloody of a start it would be...
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CLIFFHANGERRRRR! Sorry not sorry lol. P.S. I know the font with Miles' dream is off, I honest to God don't know what Tumblr is on.
Dedicated to @444morales and @l0v3morales
Translations:
~Spanish~
Mija : Darling
Te quiero... te quiero mucho papá : I love you… I love you so much dad
Muchas gracias querida : Thank you so much dear
muñeca : doll
Te amo tanto, mi vida : I love you so much my life
Panthera, mi amor, mi vida... Vuelve, por favor. Te amo. Lo lamento, Lo lamento... : Panthera, my love, my life… Come back, please. I love you. I'm sorry, I'm sorry…
-Xhosa-
Phumla ngoku, joni : Rest now, soldier
Enkosi ngenkonzo yakho... siyakuthanda : Thank you for your service… we love you
inkosazana yam encinci : my little princess
Baba : Father
Ndiyakuthandana : I love you
Nam ndiyakuthanda... : I love you too...
Umalume : Uncle
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something something the antagonists in spiderverse movies trying to make alt dimension versions of their families their own even though it doesn't work that way. something something fisk fucking stuff up trying to bring vanessa and richard back, miguel breaking a world trying to replace himself. something something miles-42's dad being dead, miles-1610's uncle aaron being dead, and both of them learning this at the end as the movie sets up for beyond the spiderverse. is this anything
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WHO I WRITE FOR!
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EARTH 42! Y/n Davis Tweets..
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My Daughter
Dad!Aaron Davis x Daughter!Reader
WARNINGS: Nothing Really! Enjoy
Every single day, without fail, your life followed the same routine. And guess what? Today was no different! As the sun rudely forced its way through the curtains, slapping its glow onto your peaceful face, three obnoxious knocks echoed through your entire house. You didn't even need to use your brain to figure out who was behind that door. Nope, your dad's unmistakable twist of the doorknob gave it away, as always!
"Get up sunshine, it's 7:30,"
A groan left your throat. You went to sleep late, so getting up sounded like the end of the world.
"Y/n Davis, NOW!" your dad said in his authoritative tone.
"Daddy, please!" you tried to reason, but he had sealed your fate by closing the door.
With an eye roll, you dragged yourself out of bed and stumbled towards the bathroom.
The school day awaited, whether you liked it or not.
Slapping your backpack onto your shoulder, you made your way to the kitchen, where your dad was eagerly waiting.
"Voila!" he said, sliding a bowl of oatmeal your way.
You stared at the bowl with a disgusted expression. Aaron Davis, a master of many talents, but cooking was not one of them.
"No thanks, Dad," you said, swiftly pushing the bowl aside.
His hands shot up. "What's wrong with it?"
"I have zero appetite, Dad," you replied, grabbing your phone and checking your messages to avoid further discussion.
"Fine, whatever, kid," your dad huffed, reaching into his wallet and slipping a crisp ten-dollar bill into your hand. "Let's hit the road before you're late."
Quick as lightning, you took the money, stuffing it into your pocket, and followed your dad out the door, down the steps.
"Here." Your dad said, handing you a helmet as he put on his and jumped on his motorcycle.
"Daddy, do I have to?" You whined, stomping your feet. "It's going to ruin my hair."
Aaron didn't say anything, but his glare spoke a thousand words, mainly that you should put on the helmet and now. So, resentfully, you did just that, jumping on behind him and clasping your hands around his waist.
You always loved the morning rides with your dad. Other than it being badass that you got to school by motorcycle, you loved the feeling of being close to your dad, the wind hitting your skin. It was nice; it was one of the only times you got to spend with your dad since he was always "working."
He pulled up to Brooklyn Visions with a screech of his tires. You took off the helmet that was squeezing your head handing him it. Just as you were about to get off, your uncle Jeff pulled up in his police cruiser with a flash of his lights, Miles in the back.
You watched as the two brothers glared at each other. The tensions were always high when they were near each other, and it was exhausting for both you and Miles alike. You hopped off the bike with a sigh, "See you later, Dad," you said, giving him a hug.
You waved at your uncle Jeff, giving him a small smile as you waited for Miles to get out of the car. He waved back at you, concern written all over his face. You knew your uncle Jeff loved you, and you loved him, but he could be quite overbearing, especially when it came to your father. Your relationship with him was complicated, to say the least.
You dapped up Miles with a smile before diving in, giving him a big hug. To say you loved your cousin was an understatement; he was basically your best friend, your brother.
"Yo, get off me," Miles said with a laugh, pushing you off of him. Seeing you and Miles interact always brought a smile to Aaron and Jeff's face, and they dreaded even the thought of you two ending up like them, estranged.
The dreaded school day was finally over, and as the sun began to set , you and Miles began to make your way through the busy streets of Brooklyn towards his home. This was a familiar routine, as you found yourself at Miles' house every day since your dad couldn't be at home with you.
"Is your dad gonna be home?" you asked, throwing your head back in frustration. The last thing you needed right now was an interrogation from your uncle about your dad. In your eyes, your father was the best father ever, and your uncle's issues shouldn't have to be your problem.
"Uh, probably. Why?" Miles said, sensing your anxiety.
"Miles, he asks me a thousand questions every day about my dad. I just don't want to deal with it," you said, defeat tainting your voice as you dropped your head.
Miles felt for you deeply. He knew more about Uncle Aaron and why his dad was so overbearing , but he couldn't bring himself to tell you. It would shatter you.
Reaching the front door, Miles pulled out his key and unlocked it, pushing it open. "Hola Mami, Dad," he greeted, waving to his parents who stood in the kitchen.
"Hey, Aunty Rio," you said, trying to walk past them and into Miles' room, but you were stopped by Jeff calling your name.
You sighed, reluctantly turning to face him. "Hey, Uncle Jeff," you said, avoiding his gaze
"Hey, kid, are you okay?" Jeff asked. He grabbed you by the shoulders and spun you around, trying to assess your physical -being.
"I'm fine, Uncle Jeff," you reassured him.
"Jeff, leave her alone," Rio interjected, coming over to give you a warm hug and a kiss on your cheeks. Rio had always been like a mother figure to you, especially since your mom passed away when you were just seven.
"Go on and get some homework done, and you and Miles, no goofing off," Rio instructed, a mix of love and authority in her voice.
"Okay," you said, scurrying as fast as you could to Miles' room.
Jeff let out a sigh, leaning back against the kitchen counter. "He shouldn't have her, Rio. He's barely around."
"There's nothing we can do, Jeff," Rio replied, shrugging her shoulders. "He won't give us custody."
"He's going to put her in danger, my innocent niece, just because he doesn't want to give up his lifestyle," Jeff voiced his worries, rubbing his temples in an attempt to calm himself.
Rio placed a comforting hand on Jeff's shoulder. "Maybe we can try and talk to him again when he comes later," she suggested, a glimmer of hope in her eyes.
Jeff nodded, silently agreeing with Rio, but the weight of uncertainty and concern for your well-being remained heavy in the air.
12pm, Aaron made his way up the steps, giving his signature three knocks on the door. It almost immediately opened, revealing Jeff with a look of disapproval on his face. Aaron shook his head, letting out a breath.
"Is Y/n ready? It's late, I want to get her home," Aaron said anxiously.
"You should come in, Aaron," Jeff responded, stepping to the side to let him in. Aaron knew where this was going to lead, but he stepped inside anyway.
"Look, man, I just want my daughter," Aaron pleaded, trying to de-escalate the situation.
"You're barely there for her, Aaron. Just give us custody," Jeff responded , folding his arms.
"Jeff, I'm not having this conversation with you. I just came for my daughter," Aaron said, tightening his jaw.
"Aaron, it's 12pm, and you're just picking her up. She has school tomorrow. She's over here every day for hours because you can't give up your lifestyle for your own daughter," Jeff accused, his voice growing louder with every word.
"Jeff, you do not get to tell me what to do with my daughter. She's MY daughter," Aaron said, stepping closer to Jeff and pointing.
"She's the only person I have left. You won't even talk to me unless it's about taking her away from me," Aaron added, frustration evident in his voice.
"You're gonna get her killed, Aaron!" Jeff shouted at the top of his lungs, waking up You, Miles and Rio in the process.
"You Won't Even Give Up Your Life of Crime for Her," Jeff said, his words echoing through the room. The silence that followed was deafening.
Aaron let out a heavy sigh as he looked down, his eyes brimming with tears. He couldn't deny that Jeff was right; he wouldn't even consider giving up his dangerous lifestyle for you. The weight of his choices and the impact on your life weighed heavily on him.
Collapsing onto a nearby chair, Aaron wiped away the tears that now streamed down his face. "You're right, Jeff," he admitted with a heavy heart. "Maybe it is safer for her with you and Rio."
The words hit you like a sledgehammer to the chest. Hearing your own father suggest that he would abandon you shattered your heart into a million pieces. How could he even consider giving up on you?
"Come on, y/n," Miles, pleaded as he tried to pull you away from the closed door, hoping to shield you from the painful conversation. But you shook him off,opening the door to confront your father and face the truth head-on.
The door creaked open, drawing the attention of both Aaron and Jeff. Their eyes met yours, filled with tears that seemed to have no end. Aaron felt something deep inside him break at the realization that he had failed the one person he cared for.
"Hey, babygirl," Aaron whispered, his voice strained with regret. He took a step forward, reaching out to offer you a comforting hug, but you didn't accept it. His heart sank further as he watched the tears continue to cascade down your face, your bottom lip trembling with raw emotion. The pain in your eyes mirrored his own.
Struggling to find your voice, you fought against an invisible boulder lodged in your throat.
"Are you really going to give me up, daddy?"
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love me better, listen more.
wc: 3.2k
Pairing: Earth-42! Miles Morales x f! reader
Summary: After Miles' father died, everything changed. Including your relationship with Miles.
Warnings: angst w/ happy ending, cursing, friends to strangers to lovers, angry makeout session, Flash Thompson exists here
A/N: honestly my fav fic i've made so far, im literally running out of photos for him. im gunna have to start using photos of his jordans
As you walked home, an arm wrapped around your shoulders from behind, "¿Cómo está mi ángel hoy?" Miles’ voice flowed through your ears.
He called you his, but you weren't lovers.
You were slightly startled but immediately recognized him. Letting out a soft chuckle, you said, “Your ángel, huh? That’s a new one.” smiling up at him.
"It suits you." Miles gave you a wink.
Usually, he called you 'ma'. So his switch-up today made you narrow your eyes at him skeptically. "What's with the good mood today? No 'ma'?" You tilted your head at him.
Shrugging it off, he said, "What, I can't be happy to see my girl?" He had a point, except for the fact that you weren't his girl.
You laughed and shook your head at him, "By all means, go ahead." As he accompanied you on your way home, you realized he made your walk home much more pleasant. Arriving at your house, you told him "This is me. Thanks for walking me today." You gave him a light peck on his cheek.
"Course. Make sure to wear that outfit I like tomorrow, mami." He teased with a grin, only half serious.
Rolling your eyes at him, you smiled, "You're insufferable. Adiós, Miles!" You waved as you walked up to your doorstep.
"Chao, princesa." Walking away, his mood felt lighter. He walked home with a little more liveliness than usual.
For reasons unknown, Miles walking you home was becoming a reoccurring event. Within the next few weeks, he walked you home more often than not. You started to look forward to it as you searched for him after school.
As you both walked down the street of your neighborhood for what seemed to be the hundredth time, you approached your house. As you both stood in front of your house, you turned to him and said, "Thanks for walking me home, Miles." You placed a kiss on his cheek. It seemed to be turning into a daily routine now.
"Anytime, princesa. Hasta luego." He smirked at you and watched you walk into your house before leaving.
Little did you know, that would be the last time he walked you home in a while.
Later that evening, you kicked your feet up on your couch and turned on the television. The first channel that popped up was the news channel. Reading the headline, your heart dropped into your stomach. It read,
"Police Captain Jefferson Davis Found Dead At 44.”
"Holy shit." You gasped. In an instant, you dropped the remote and tried to contact Miles. You tried calling but were sent immediately to voicemail. So you opted to text him, "I'm so sorry, Miles. I'm always here if you need to talk."
You left him multiple messages that night to no avail. The following day at school, you tried to scout him out in the halls. But he was never there. You would call if you thought he would answer.
Miles and you always confided in each other. There was a mutual trust between the two of you. However, within less than twenty-four hours, Miles' demeanor completely changed.
Leaving him another message after school, you said, "Where have you been? I'm worried, Miles. But you know that already. Sorry for the messages."
No response yet again. He didn't even bother to read it.
Weeks passed by with little to no contact from Miles. He seemed to entirely disappear. Your concern only grew for him. You haven't even seen him in the hallways at school. There was no denying it, you were starting to miss him.
Although, today was a new day. And for the first time in what felt like a century, you saw him in the hall. He looked a fright. There were new frown lines on his face that weren't there before. He looked slimmer, even. His smug smirk that would always adorn his face around you was no longer present. Your eyes lit up at the sight of him nonetheless. Jogging up to him, you called out.
"Miles, wait." You softly said as you delicately grabbed his arm, not to startle him. He paused, looking back but not into your eyes. He shook your grip off, never making eye contact with you. "I just need some time, alright?" He told you. But what does 'some time' entail? What if he just didn't want anything to do with you in general?
He walked away and didn’t look back.
You felt your heart break into two as you watched him fade away from your view. It broke for both him and you. Seeing him like this pained you. But at the same time, your heart ached as he pushed you away in the process.
Yet, you granted him his wish. You stopped looking for him in the hall. You stopped trying to message him. You stopped leaving voicemails. Maybe if you gave him some time, things would smooth out. Grief is a long process, after all. You couldn't blame him for grieving.
Weeks turned into months without any contact from Miles. And it didn't seem like he was going to break that any time soon.
You fell back into your old routine, the one where you'd never met Miles. He was merely a stranger that you thought too often about. You walked home without him next to you. And into class alone as well. You no longer looked forward to walking with him at the end of the day. The walks home were infuriatingly quiet.
Every day you arrived at your doorstep but never felt at home. You had a home, and he was it.
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While you were getting books out of your locker, an arm slung around your shoulders. An almost familiar sensation. But it wasn't him. Far from him, actually.
Instead, it was no one other than Flash Thompson. His notorious blond hair and conceited attitude were tell-tale signs. You could almost smell the arrogance radiating off of him before you even acknowledged his presence.
"How are you, gorgeous?" He removed his arm from your shoulders to close your locker. Leaning his arm onto the locker above your head, he encased you on your locker with your back against it.
"I'm fine." You dryly responded, uninterested in his pursuits.
"That you are." He gave you a predatory smirk and winked at you. You mentally grimaced. "Anyway. You still with that Morales kid?"
Raising a brow at him, you respond, "We were never together.”
"Huh. He's always by your side, like an over-protective guard dog. So I assumed." Flash said. He wasn’t necessarily wrong. But that wasn't the case anymore. It hasn't been for some time.
This was one of the many times Flash had tried his advances on you. However, it never worked to his intentions since Miles was always there to tell him off. This time was different. Miles was nowhere in sight. At least, within your sight. Meaning Flash had an open opportunity with you. There was no Miles around to try and bite his head off.
"Yeah, well. Not anymore." You muttered. Suddenly feeling awkward, you directed your stare anywhere other than Flash's hungry gaze. An uncomfortable cold shiver ran down your spine.
Flash leaned in, his fingers pushing a strand of your hair away from your face. Whispering in your ear, he told you, "That's too bad. I could treat you better than him, though. He doesn't have to know, baby.”
You looked up at him and tried to hide the disgust that was forming on your face. But, hey. Maybe this was a blessing in disguise, you tried to convince yourself. This was a chance to get over Miles. His hold on you was ridiculous, considering you were never actually together. You weren’t going to wait for him to crawl back to you.
You put a hand on Flash’s chest in an attempt to push him away from you. But he misinterpreted it and encased his palm over your hand that was laying on his chest. “See? You’re warming up to me already. You don’t need him.” He cockily said.
Turning your head away from him, you said, “I don’t know, Flash. I’ll think about it.” pretending to consider it. He gave you a displeased look, "What's there to think about? We would be good together, babe." he tried to persuade you. It was evident that he wasn't going to give up anytime soon.
Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Miles turned around the corner and instantly spotted you. He’s been skipping almost every day. All of a sudden, he felt glad that he didn’t skip today as he saw you with Flash Thompson. Way too close for his comfort. And then he saw your hand on Flash’s chest. That was his breaking point.
Miles saw nothing but red as he walked over to the two of you. If looks could kill, Flash would've been dealt with by the first second he walked around the corner. He sneered, "Back the fuck off my girl, Thompson." shoving him in the chest away from you.
You couldn’t believe him. After all that time, now is when he decides to make an appearance. He was the one that cut you out of his life. Not you, but him. Huffing at him, you spoke up before Flash did. "I'm not your girl. You've made that clear." You rolled your eyes in irritation.
Flash gave Miles a smug smirk at your words, "You heard her. So go fuck yourself, Morales." He spat at Miles, getting up close and personal with him. As Flash glared at Miles, it was clear he was trying to intimidate him. It wasn't working.
You almost didn't comprehend what was happening as a fist collided with Flash's face, knocking him down momentarily. He groaned in pain, holding onto his nose as blood dripped from it.
“What the fuck?” You screeched at Miles’ outburst. Flash was still laying on the floor, stumbling to get up. Before it could escalate further, you pulled Miles by his arm and dragged him into an empty supply closet. Miles opened his mouth to speak, but you beat him to it.
"The fuck is wrong with you, Miles? You don't speak to me for months and now you suddenly want something to do with me?" You said in disbelief.
He said bluntly, "I don't want to see you with him again."
His hands traveled over the curve of your hips to your waist, pulling you closer to him. You tried to get out of his touch. Or, you would've. But his hands on you felt too natural. He felt right.
That didn’t mean you’d let him off easy. This was the first conversation you both held in months.
"Well for the past few months, you didn't want to be seen with me either." You quipped, aggravated. His sudden change of heart polarized your emotions. You were conflicted with yourself.
He shook his head, “I’m sorry, mami. There’s shit going on that I couldn’t involve you in. I can’t bring you down with me.” He uncharacteristically apologized.
His words made you become hyper-aware of his hands on your waist. The way he rubbed circles into your skin with his thumbs. How you almost folded under his touch, but maintained your unbothered facade. No matter how much time has passed, he still made your heart race.
You scoffed at him and continued, "I’m not going to wait around for you like some lovesick puppy. Do you want me or not, Miles?"
Without a moment of hesitation, he quickly said, “You have no fucking idea.” Inspecting his eyes, you tried to find deception within them. What you saw in return was the gaze of a man starved.
“Then earn me.” Glaring up at him, you harshly retorted as you furrowed your brows at him. But one more look into each other's eyes was all it took for the tension to snap in half.
He grabbed you by the waist swiftly and pulled you in, your lips finally connecting. You wrapped your arms around his neck. Your bodies pressed together against the wall of the closet, knocking over supplies. The pent-up frustrations inside of you came undone as you kissed him with all the fiery passion you could muster. You bit his lower lip, making him groan against your mouth. That was a sound you realized you'd love to hear on repeat. Your lips moved together in perfect harmony. Like they were made to fit each other.
His hand traveled to the back of your head into your hair as he pulled it softly, making you muffle a whimper into his mouth.
Miles pulled away for a split second to whisper with a smirk, "Cállate, hermosa. But I'm down if you want everyone to hear." His lips were hovering over yours, only seconds away. You felt both of your chests heaving against one another, his breath overlapping yours. You were sure he could feel your heartbeat.
"Fuck you, Miles." You briskly closed the small distance between both of your lips once again before he could make a crude remark about how 'you'd like that'.
You spent the rest of the class period cooped up with him in the minimal space of the supply closet.
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After school, you looked for Miles. Something you've been restraining yourself from doing over these past few months. However, you were hoping things were different now. In a good way. You'd think spending some quality time in a supply closet together would change things.
But as you looked across the courtyard, Miles was nowhere to be seen. You felt irritated with him once again, but you weren’t going to let him cut you out of his life for a second time.
So you did what any rational person would do. You visited his house to talk with him. You believed that if you had a decent conversation with him, it would fix what broke between the two of you. After all, his mother did tell you that you were always welcome there. His house was the place the both of you created a collection of memories. Memories that you stayed up late thinking about. Before it all went downhill. Knocking on the door, his mother answered it.
You greeted her with a smile, "Hola, Mrs. Morales! Is Miles here?" She gave you a knowing look. Mrs. Morales always did have a knack for knowing exactly what was going on.
Nodding her head, she told you "You caught him at a good time. He's been in and out with his Uncle lately. Come on in." She promptly led you inside the house.
"Gracias, Mrs. Morales." You told her before you made a beeline for Miles' room. Stopping right in front of his door, you knocked. Silence came from the other side. "Miles, I'm going to come in. Please don't be naked." You covered your eyes with your palm as you opened his door.
You didn't hear any yells of protest, so you assumed it was safe to peek through your fingers. As you removed your hand from your face, you noticed he was climbing through his own window. But that's not what made you stop in your tracks. Rather, it was his attire. He wasn't naked by any means. Instead, he was wearing the infamous suit that you've seen on the news time and time again. Over the past few months. The correlation clicked in your brain. He wasn't purposely avoiding you for the last few months. His life was just turned upside down in more than one way. He turned into the Prowler.
He looked just as shocked as you while he climbed through his window. "Fuck, what are you doing here, mami?" He frantically asked.
Closing the door behind you, you said, "I came to speak to you, but it seems like all my questions are answered now." You felt numb.
He didn't have a response. He didn't know what to tell you. It was exactly what it looked like. There were no words exchanged, but much was said within those silent moments.
Breaking the silence, you exclaimed, "Y'know what? Forget it. Forget I came here. Matter of fact, forget we ever met." You just about had it. Miles, the one that used to walk you home, being the Prowler was not exactly something you predicted.
"You know I can't do that." He said. You started to back away from him, turning away. He grabbed your arm with a feather-like touch, despite wearing his steel claws. You knew he wasn't going to hurt you. Not physically, at least. "Just let me explain."
"What is there to explain? That you've been avoiding me for months because you're the Prowler? I don't think anything else needs to be said." You let out a faint melancholic chuckle.
He stared into your eyes as he removed his claws, gently grasping your shoulders. "Mami, just listen to me." He pleaded, "You understand now why I couldn't tell you. That's why I had to stay away. This business is the shit I can't have you affiliated with."
"If you don't want me affiliated, then don't join it." You snapped at him, pushing a finger into his chest.
Your response set off something inside of him as he blurted out, "I'm in love with you. Shit, I love you so fucking much. I always have. You're the only one that's ever on my mind, 'ight? If I permanently lost you, I'd never come back from that."
Those were precisely the words you've been waiting ages to hear. But not like this.
"Miles. I can't be a part of this. I don't want to do this 'back and forth' thing. I can't do this. Not with you." Turning your back on him again, you tried to hold your composure as you stepped away. Out of his grasp. You had no intention to break down in front of him. This time, you were the one walking away. You were going to be the one leaving him.
"Wait," He called out, his voice faltering. You were slipping through his fingers, right in front of his eyes. If he had to beg you to stay, so be it. Even after all that time apart, you've been the sole reason he woke up in the morning. He couldn't afford to let you leave him for good.
"Quédate conmigo, mami. Por favor. I can't lose you again." His voice trembled with desperation. Your steps hesitated, his words plunging knives directly into your heart. You've never seen him like this. And it was a sight you never wished to see again.
So you obliged. You might as well have taken what you said and thrown it in the trash. He had the ability to change your mind with only a few words. Turning back to him, you wrapped your arms around his neck in a tight embrace. He reciprocated as he enveloped your waist with his arms.
You buried your face in his neck as you whispered, "Don't fucking do that again. Don't shut me out." You placed a light kiss on it. You continued, "I love you too, Miles." removing your face from his neck to stare up into his eyes.
"I promise, mami. It's only ever been you." He softly said, pressing his lips to yours. You kissed back with just as much delicacy.
You were aware it was an incredibly dangerous business Miles was involved in. For him, you'd give up anything. You hadn’t a clue what being involved with the Prowler would exactly entail. It was something you both would have to figure out together.
Your relationship was by no means perfect. But you were both learning. As long as it was with him, you wouldn't have it any other way.
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¿Cómo está mi ángel hoy? - How's my angel today?
Princesa - Princess
Adiós/Chao - Bye
Cállate - Shut up, be quiet
Hermosa - Beautiful
Quédate conmigo - Stay with me
Por favor - Please
(yes the title is a childish gambino reference)
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