#i read a bunch of miles morales way back

[dashiellqvverty]

i wanna be into comics so bad but at a certain point, after starting and stopping so many comics so many times, i may have to admit that i am just not a comics guy

[luvjunie]

— broken promises

pairing: earth 42 miles x fem!reader

summary: while earth 42 miles comes off a lot tougher than 1610’s based off his cold demeanor and his trauma induced apathy, somewhere under that hard shell, he’s still the sweet boy he used to be and wants love just like anyone else. miles is aged up to 17 in this, simply for the plot! wc: 2,640

contains: spoilers!!! angst to fluff

word bank: “mi vida” - my life, “mi amor” - my love

playing now: Wasted Love Freestyle by Jhene Aiko

You and Miles have been dating for 7 months now, and lately he hasn’t been around as much as he’d like to, for obvious reasons. Well, not obvious to you. You still don’t know that Miles is the Prowler, and he’s intent on keeping it that way.

It’s the third time he’s flaked on plans he arranged himself this month, and he can tell you’re beyond tired of it with the way you just blew his phone up.

— Miles POV —

Miles’ phone buzzes in his pocket but he decides against checking it, marking it off as something unimportant. He’s already accepted a job from his Uncle and a distraction wouldn’t do him any good right now.

8:03 PM

Mi Vida: please don’t tell me you’re doing this again bro.

Mi Vida: this is a joke, right?

Mi Vida: hello?? you were supposed to be outside thirty minutes ago.

Mi Vida: Miles Gonzalo Morales I swear to GOD if I don’t hear your motorcycle revving outside in the next five minutes so help me.

*buzz buzz*

Ignored.

*buzz buzz*

*buzz buzz*

He kissed his teeth, lashes fluttering in aggravation and air puffing through his nostrils at the continuous buzzing against his leg. His shoulder fell to the side a bit as he reached down into his pocket to grab his phone while he climbed up the stairwell, following his uncle. Seeing your contact name on his lock screen, his brow raised as he read over the message, then they bunched together in the middle of his forehead incredulously, the tone of your texts causing his strides to falter.

Miles was genuinely confused for a moment, trying to think back on if he’d done anything to upset you, until the memory of him assuring you he wouldn’t do this again slapped him across the face harder than his mom did that one time he’d cursed at her on accident. The two of you had a date planned for tonight, and he swore to you he’d be there this time, fifteen minutes early at that, even though he knew there was a big chance he wouldn’t be able to make it all. It was selfish of him to promise something he couldn’t guarantee, knowing how demanding the other factors in his life were, but he was so tired of disappointing you, and how happy you looked when he told you you guys would finally get to spend some time together really had him thinking he could make it work this time.

Eyes falling shut for a beat, a heavy sigh leaves his lips, tongue darting out to dampen them as he quickly tries to think of something to respond with that won’t piss you off more than you already are.

He texts you back: sorry Mami, something came up yk how it is. i got you tomorrow tho fasho

Yeah. Real smooth.

*buzz buzz*

Mi Vida: yk what, just forget it, Miles.

Damn, she called me by my first name? I definitely fucked up this time. He thinks to himself.

Mi Vida: whoever you’re with is clearly more important to you than what we got goin on, so it’s cool. stay where you at, i’m done

Shit.

His heart beats a little faster in his chest, the sensation a semblance of something he hadn’t felt in years. Fear. He texts back as fast he can, head snapping up to see he’s fallen behind his Uncle, and he hurriedly jumps a few stairs before he comes to a stop again.

Miles: done??? the fuck you mean you done?

You don’t respond fast enough for his liking, so he double texts.

Miles: baby stop playin. you trippin it ain’t even like that at all

Mi Vida: i’m deadass. don’t call my phone.

He utters a string of curses under his breath, alerting his Uncle who had already noticed he was falling behind when he heard the inconsistency of his nephew’s footsteps. He’s ample steps above Miles, turning his head only slightly over his shoulder to address the distracted teenager.

“C’mon man, get off the phone. We got business to tend to. You in or you out?” Aaron asks. “You know I can’t have nobody holdin’ me back.” There’s a hint of something deeper playing within his words, and Miles knows he doesn’t have a choice.

He swallows hard as he looks up at the older man. Taking one last look down at his phone, his jaw clenches in contemplation before he’s shaking his head with a quiet sigh and shoving it back into his pocket. He’ll have to deal with this later.

“My fault. Yeah, I’m in.” He mumbles, doing a quick jog to catch up to the man.

His uncle’s lips quirk into a smirk, a heavy hand coming down to clap Miles’ back and squeeze his shoulder.

“My man. Aight, let’s roll.”

— Your POV —

8:05 PM

You: i’m deadass. don’t call my phone.

You watch closely as the three dots bubble at the bottom left corner of your screen, an indicator that he was typing. But instead, a quiet scoff slips from your mouth when they disappear, your shoulders slumping in disappointment at the word that appears below your last message.

Seen

You angrily toss your phone onto your bed, bottom lip quivering when you catch a glance at yourself in the mirror when you walk by. You’d gotten dressed up all nice just for him, because you knew the chance of him being free for a night to take you out was rare. You’d started your makeup early just to make sure he wouldn’t have to wait outside for you while you finished, and you’d even styled your hair the way you knew he liked. All for nothing.

You kicked your shoes off and dropped your purse to the ground, heading to your bathroom to undo all your work. You washed all the makeup off your face, the act feeling more humiliating than ever when you remembered why you’d even put it on in the first place. To feel pretty for someone who barely even showed up.

You closed your eyes and tried to calm down, hastily reaching back over to check your phone just one more time. Maybe he was thinking of what to say, and that’s why he’d left you on seen.

Seen 25 minutes ago

Maybe not.

You hated crying. And more than anything you were tired of doing it, especially when broken promises were the cause of your wasted tears. Your evening was basically wasted, and you weren’t in the mood to do anything else anyway, so you decided that you’d call it a night and head to bed early. You slipped on some comfy sleep shorts, tying your hair up for the night before grudgingly tugging a large t-shirt over your head. Your brow perked up at the scent that wafted past your nostrils, and pinching the shirt with your forefinger and thumb, you brought the fabric to your nose and immediately caught a whiff of Miles’ cologne. You then realized you’d put on a shirt you stole from him a while back, and the way your heart fluttered made you even more upset than you already were. You brushed it off to the best of your ability and crawled into bed, trying your hardest to keep your sniffling to a minimum as you pulled your blankets over your shoulder.

____

As soon as he’d gotten the job done and his Uncle gave him the okay to dip, Miles’ feet were moving at the speed of light down the stairwell. And while he had sort of rushed the plays he made with some of the city’s goons, he just had to pray that all his Uncle’s money was in the banded wad of cash he returned with, or it would be his ass.

Skipping a few steps he hopped down onto the platform before the next set, checking his phone for the time simultaneously.

10:15 PM

“Damn.” He groaned, pushing through the doors, cool wind hitting his face. Once he reached his motorcycle he shoved his helmet over his head, hopped on, and sped off with a “skrrrt”.

He sped through the streets carelessly, something you definitely would’ve scolded him for had you been riding on the back of his bike with him, with your arms tight around his waist to hold on like you always did. He bobbed and weaved through cars, lane splitting between a few of them and he may have even ran a red, but he wasn’t paying enough attention to remember. All he could focus on was that you said you were “done”, whatever the hell that meant, and he was adamant on making sure you weren’t.

____

You didn’t know when you’d dozed off, three steady knocks, a fourth one after a pause hitting against your window, resulting in your eyes snapping open at the disruption. You sat up on your mattress, the ball of your hand rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you peered across the room. Once they adjusted in the darkness and you recognized the familiar, lanky body of your boyfriend standing outside on the fire escape, the events of just two hours ago played over in your mind like a record.

With a roll of your eyes, you huffed and swung your legs over the side of your bed, pushing yourself onto your feet. Miles watched as you sleepily trudged over to the window, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans, head slightly lowered and tilted to the side, as if he were already apologizing before you’d even made it to him.

Hooking your fingers underneath the edge of your window, with a quiet grunt you pulled it up, effectively lifting the barrier between your bodies. You instantly felt your yearning for him come back full force, and wanted nothing more than to throw yourself into his arms, but you restrained. Your eyes met his, the cool night air breezing into your room, and his heart clenched. Somehow he was able to feel the coolness in your demeanor, yet the cold weather hadn’t bothered him at all.

He was the first to speak.

“Hola, Mami.” He sized you up once, taking notice of your eyes that were slightly puffy from crying.

His voice was like silk to your ears, alluring and confident, almost hypnotizing, and it aggravated you that you felt yourself gravitating towards him off two simple words.

“Why are you here, Miles?” You sighed, arms slapping at your sides in exasperation.

He looked slightly taken aback, chin lifting a bit as if you’d asked something completely outlandish.

“What you mean why I’m here? You my girl, shit, this my crib too.” He shrugged, so nonchalant, as if nothing had happened. You wondered if it had even been him texting you earlier.

“You left me on seen, remember? Stood me up, too?” Your head cocked to the side to match the attitude in your tone, brows raising at him. What excuse would he use this time?

He dragged a hand down his face, exhaling heavily before he spoke up again.

“I was… busy. Look, my bad, okay? You gon’ let me in or what? Ian come all the way over here to stand outside.” He demanded with a gesture towards the opening, his hazel eyes glinting in the moonlight and thawing the ice that’d been temporarily encased around your heart. There was the smallest hint of a smirk on his lips, because he already knew the answer.

Your lips pursed and you stepped to the side, a laggard arm stretched out beside you, silently granting him access to your room.

He stepped through the window frame and you closed it after him, his hands folding around the collar then the hem of his jacket as he adjusted it and turned towards you.

“I can’t keep doing this with you, Miles. It isn’t fair.” You mumbled, hating the way your voice split your words.

His head dipped to the side a bit as he took in your solemn expression and the way your gaze was cast to the floor, as if you were trying to contain your tears. He wasn’t the best at this, he knew that, and showing affection effectively really wasn’t his strong suit. He usually made it up to you by bringing you a few hundreds he’d made from a deal, paired with some roses he’d picked up on the way to your house at the last second— but you both knew paper and flowers wouldn’t fix it this time.

“I’m sorry, I mean it.” He said, reaching for your hand to bring you close and grateful when your eyes finally lifted to lock onto his, although seeing them tear-filled wrapped him in a deep-seated emotion he didn’t even want to acknowledge.

Miles rarely said he was sorry. If ever. Did he apologize? Yes, but it was usually a ‘my bad’ or a ‘my fault’, or some other term that’d get the point across without him have to use too much emotion. Hearing the words ‘I’m sorry’ from him was an anomaly, it happened once in a blue moon, so this time you knew he really meant it. In your heart you knew he meant it, but that didn’t stop the tear you’d been trying to keep at bay from rolling down your cheek.

His thumb caught the tear almost instantly, swiping it from the soft of your skin. It didn’t belong there, and he hated to be the reason why you were crying in the first place.

“Where do you disappear to, Miles?” You sniffled.

He sighed, glancing back over at the window. He considered telling you the truth, but he knew he couldn’t.

“I’m just tryna keep you safe, ma.”

“You always say that!” You squeaked, making sure to keep your voice down, you had technically snuck him in. You ripped your hand from his grasp, turning your face away from him as another tear fell. “Do you not trust me or something? Is that it?”

“Of course I trust you,” His eyebrows knit together at your question and he stole your hand from your side again.

“So why can’t you tell me?” You pleaded, eyes big and glossy.

“I just-“ He paused. “I can’t let you get hurt. The shit I do…” You watched as he hesitated, like even speaking about the subject pained him. “It ain’t good.” He swallowed, a hand coming up to cup your cheek. “And I’ll be damned if I put you in the middle of my shit. I love you… okay?” He moved closer to you, and when you turned from him once again he brought your face right back to his, this time with both his hands. He wasn’t going to let you go, and while Miles was rough around the edges, and seemingly devoid of any emotion other than anger or resentment for the world—he always handled you with care.

“I love you, Y/n, I put that on everything. I’ll burn this whole world down for you, you hear me? Don’t think I won’t.” He stared into your eyes longingly, intent on making sure you didn’t just hear every word, but that you understood them, too.

You couldn’t help but lean into his hand, your own coming up to hold at his wrist as you inhaled shakily and gave him a bleak nod.

That wasn’t enough for him. He needed to hear you say it.

“Do you understand?” He articulated his words, bringing his head down slightly to match your height a bit more.

“I understand.” You said softly, looking up at him through your lashes before your gaze fell to his lips. He took that as his sign, leaning forward and bringing you into a kiss.

You melted into him immediately, like you always did, eyes fluttering closed as your lips moved against his, and as his hands fell to your hips to pull you in closer, like they always did.

You broke the kiss for air, your hand resting on his bicep and your lips ghosting his as you spoke, as you shared the same breath. “I love you too…” You breathed, standing on your toes.

“Good,” You felt him grin before he pulled away, his hand pinching your chin to make you look at him. “Cause you not leaving me, ever. I can’t let no one else have you, Mami, you know that.” He cooed.

You felt heat flush your cheeks, a smile you couldn’t hide finally spreading on your face.

“Yeah yeah, I know.” You answered, chewing at your bottom lip. “Can you stay?” You whispered, eyes shifting between his hopefully as you awaited his answer.

“Ah…” He rubbed at the back of his neck, piping up again before you could get disappointed. “What about your moms?”

“She sleeps in on the weekends, you just gotta be outta here by nine. Please, pa?” You whined, already reaching for his hands.

He chuckled to himself and shook his head slightly, having to look away from the adorable look on your face. He tried to remain in denial of the fact that he was so deep in love with you he could hardly think sometimes, let alone say no, but he was failing. Miserably.

“Of course I’ll stay, mi amor.”

Your expression lit up, a toothy smile brightening your features as he let you lead him to your bed.

He made sure to remove his shoes before he laid down, settling on his back. He extended his arm out to you as he tucked the other behind his head, motioning for you to join him with his fingers.

You crawled into his open embrace, getting comfortable on top of his chest and nuzzling your head under his chin. You began to feel drowsy the second he wrapped his arm around you, a yawn leading your eyes to water. His hand slowly moved from where it was resting on your back, dipping beneath the hem of your shirt, the warmth of his skin against yours comforting to you. His large hand rubbed up and down the expanse of your back, the tips of his fingers drawing lines along your spine— you always fell asleep easier when he did that. You listened to the steady beating of his heart, fingers idly toying with the gold chain he kept around his neck.

“I’m really sorry I ain’t make it tonight. I know you prolly got all pretty for me n’shit… and I wish I got to see it, but that’s on me.” He grumbled. He’d beat himself up over this for a while.

“S’okay.” You say it is, but he knows it’s not. He knows better. “I missed you.” Your quiet voice murmured from below him as you scooted in impossibly closer.

His jaw tensed as he stared up at your ceiling, a deep breath from his diaphragm raising you a little bit with his chest, and lowering you as he released it. “I know.” His response was hushed, and as sleep continued creeping in, you wondered if you’d imagined it.

But when you felt a long, drawn-out kiss press to the top of your head, his hand rubbing soothing circles between your shoulder blades, you knew it was real. The last thing you heard before you dozed off was his voice, mellow and gentle as he assured you.

“Ima do better, mama. I promise, for real this time.”

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[m4dm4yhem]

love letters

tw: suicide, brief mention of character death, injury description

summary: [name]’s love language was gift giving..after his death, miles can’t help but look at everything..one last time.

implied 42 miles sorry guys 😓

3/24/xx

“ dear miles morales

as of late I’ve been thinking about you, so I decided to write this letter to you; I feel bad when I think about everything you do for me; telling your mom about us, and spoiling me with love. I know it’s hard to open up and let your walls, and I appreciate you for everything you do for me. I feel bad because all I can do is make you things, these letters, crochet, and send you paragraphs but I’m happy you appreciate them! :)

yours forever,

[name] morales ( hopefully ^_^) “

miles folded the letter back up; stuffing it back in the bag..a few words were smudged, hidden by his blood. a tear ran down his face; a shaky breath leaving his lips as he grabbed another one, the first letter he had ever received from his late boyfriend; who’s lifeless body lay limp on his lap.

“ hi miles!

i know we’ve been friends for like years and we’ve been talking a bunch recently. which I appreciate you doing; making time for me. I know you’re a very busy guy… but I just wanted to say I love you. I love you more than I think a man should love another man. I’ve been thinking about it, for a minute. I don’t even know if you like boys but I appreciate everything you do for me. I wanna be more than friends with you. I have for a minute and I don’t want to be without you. I’ve only never really said anything because I didn’t know if you liked boys because your straight man Cosplay is out of this world.”

when miles read that line the first time he busted out laughing; this time all he could muster was a chuckle.. he had always put up this kind of wall where he only talked about women in the romantic sense, he’s had girlfriends and only girlfriends. [name] was his first boyfriend, the inexperience he had, while [name] had never even had a crush before miles..it was safe to say the first six months were awkward..they didn’t even kiss until their one year anniversary when one of [name]’s friends pushed miles into him.

..that was a good memory, a good one.

miles looked down in his bag once more, he mustered what little strength he had to pick up a small purple cat his boyfriend had crocheted for him, he knew his own life was slipping away from him, but.. there was no way he was going to live in a world where his love couldn’t live with him.

maybe they had a happy ending.. miles thought as his vision blurred, his eyelids were heavy, his blood staining every single gift he received from his lover, his head was spinning.. it hurt.. the wound in his stomach.. the wound in his lower back.. the one in his shoulder.. blood pooling out of them both.. it hurt

but.. as he took his last breath.. his thought finished..

maybe they had a happy ending..

in a different universe

[bennie-jerry]

My Beef with Miguel O'Hara - A Spiderverse Rant

If you've read the title of this, you already know who I'm gonna be crapping on.

I know some of y'all are gonna flame me in the comments, but I do not care. Now, if you’re willing to bring up counterpoints about a FICTIONAL topic in a respectful manner, I’ll listen no problem because I don't mind being wrong (and I actually HOPE I'm wrong about this since I WAS excited about watching Miguel in action because there was so much hype around him). But if you take me having beef with a fictional character as me having beef with YOU, then I politely ask you to spare your mental health and drink some hot chocolate under a blanket after you click away from this post, thank you. 

Now back to the topic.

Most of us Spider-Man fans have seen the movie, "Across the Spider-Verse" at some point (and if you haven't, what are you doing? Go watch it, it's on Netflix). Excluding everything that makes it a masterpiece aside, there's one character in the movie who really grinds my gears. Not in terms of how they’re written, but more so just how they are as a person in general. 

Miguel O'Freaking'Hara. 

I do not like Miguel. I feel pity for him, but I do not like him. I do like him as a character, though. I feel like he definitely adds to the story and makes it interesting. I genuinely feel like ATSV would’ve been really boring if he wasn’t part of it. But I do not like him as a person. 

Miguel doesn't JUST have a stick up his butt, he has the whole TREE.

I couldn't care less about the fact this dude looks like a handsome statue because of the stuff he was doing to Miles. I think y’all forgot that this dude THREW A TABLE AT A MINOR UPON FIRST MEETING HIM and then has the nerve to throw away the food Miles got for him like it's trash. If that’s already not a red flag, I don’t know what is.

I don’t care if it was just ‘frustration.’ Miguel's 27 years old, he should know better. Unless Miles was attacking him in the beginning (which he wasn’t), there’s no reason he should’ve done that. But oh…I have much more beef with this dude than just a table. 

I understand that his supposed role and whatnot in the Spiderverse is that he has to keep canon events going. He has to get rid of 'anomalies.’ Unfortunately, Miles Morales (from Earth-1610) is an anomaly because he was never supposed to be the Spider-Man of his universe. So, what does Miguel do? He tries to obliterate the guy.

…Ex–freaking-scuse me?

"Oh, but Miguel tried to talk to Miles about everything!" 

Yeah. And he did it in the worst way possible. Miguel had absolutely no empathy towards the whole situation, then has the gall to wonder why Miles is running off and not listening to him. No dip, Sherlock. I'm pretty sure if you harshly told any normal person that someone they loved deeply was going to die and that they couldn't save them without any hint of compassion, they'd go against what you said and try to find a way to save them, bro. 

Miguel's whole schmo is that Miles becoming Spider-Man was bad because it created Spot and Spot's creating a bunch of problems. As a result, Miguel also tells Miles that saving his dad is not allowed. Here's where I have a problem with that logic. If Miles being Spider-Man is an anomaly in the first place, why NOT save Jeff as a way to prevent more anomalies from HAPPENING? If anything, Miles losing his dad would've just been another canon event for him to continue BEING Spider-Man, even though he wasn't supposed to be. Legit, this dude’s logic irritates the pee out of me.

Miguel's approach to the problem is also hypocritical considering that he lost his own wife and daughter in the universe he belonged to, then invaded ANOTHER UNIVERSE he didn't belong to, which honestly in my opinion makes Miguel look even worse to me. I'm willing to bet that Miguel’s alternate daughter could’ve been that universe’s spider hero, but because THIS vampire edge lord stepped into a universe that was NOT his, it prevented the canon event of the classic “Dead Guardian trope,” leading to that universe’s evaporation.

Another thing that irks me about the whole thing is that MILES IS LIKE 15-16 YEARS OLD. So as far as I'm concerned, O'Hara is trying to eliminate a KID. Even though he knows what it's like to lose a KID. No wonder the multiverse prevented him from being a father—he’s violent, unstable, and completely short-sighted. He’s out here chokeslamming a teenager and calling THEM the mistake. Just because you went through grief and trauma with your own children, it isn't an excuse to take the breath of another child. 

(Y'know, considering the events of Multiverse of Madness, I'm kinda seeing a pattern here--)

Miguel, for some reason, refuses to have a smidge of sensitivity for what Miles is going through. Heck, even Gwen and Peter Parker had more empathy for Miles despite them not telling him he wasn't supposed to be Spider-Man because they actually cared about his feelings TO SOME DEGREE.

I hate Miguel’s whole “You’re a mistake!” speech because Miles didn't create the spider. Miles didn't summon the spider. Miles didn’t choose to get bit. He didn’t find it on his own terms. Miles didn't choose to create Spot—the one who’s actually causing them problems. Someone ELSE brought the spider there. Someone ELSE took away a universe’s Spider-Man. Miles is just trying to deal with what he’s been given. So if Miguel wants to go after ANYONE for ‘anomalies’ in terms of Miles’ universe, he needs to track down the person who put something where it didn’t belong.

For crying out loud, he told the boy that HE was a mistake. It’d be one thing if he said “You being Spider-Man was a mistake” or something. But no. He says that Miles IS the mistake.

During that whole speech, it sounds like Miguel is trying to tell Miles that everything is HIS fault as if Miles had a choice in being bit. As if Miles even had a choice in the fact that a radioactive spider from an alternate universe chose to bite him. 

There were so many other ways Miguel could've handled the issue and he didn’t do that. I don’t care what his so-called intentions could/would be because it really put a disgusting taste in my mouth. 

I still have no respect for the fact that he hypocritically and previously invaded another reality where he was dead so he could be with his family--and here's what I mean by that.

Yes, I understand--Miguel's life on his original earth was freaking sad. He lost his wife and daughter. That's obviously a very tragic thing to go through. But it’s the fact that he's cracking down on Miles so badly despite Miguel LITERALLY being the one to pull a Kingpin vexes me. Miles had ALWAYS belonged to his universe. Miguel’s only in the dump he’s in because he was trespassing.

Don't get me wrong, I feel pity but I absolutely cannot stand the audacity of this man to go after a kid who got bit IN HIS OWN UNIVERSE even though Miguel was the one who contributed to some multiversal disaster in the Spider-verse. You could try to say, "Oh, it's because he doesn't want to make the same mistake again and shatter the Spider-verse or something!" While I could understand that, it’s still not a good reason for Miguel to do and say the stuff he did. I thought at the bare minimum, he'd be at least able to RELATE to Miles considering that he also lost people he cared about.

End conclusion: 

Miguel is vexing to me–but I don’t hate the way he’s written. If anything, I think if he wasn’t written this way, the ASTV movie would be very different. Whether that’d be for the better or the worse, I’m willing to bet most of this storyline wouldn’t even exist were Miguel not like this. So even though Miguel absolutely grinds my gears with his mindset and who he is as a character—I’m not mad at his writers. And I honestly feel like that’s just a showmanship of how great the writing for the Spider-Verse movies is. Good writing is when you’re mad at characters for the decisions THEY make, and not at the WRITERS for having them make those decisions. 

I’m out.

[crackedpumpkin]

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a/n: Hey guys, it's CrackedPumpkinSZN here. I'm sad to announce that this fic is gonna be discontinued. I know some of you were really excited for an update, but I'm no longer connected to this fic the way I used to, and I don't want to post subpar quality that'll let both you and I down :(

I'll be updating the chapters with the stuff I've written for future chapters and all, as a sort of prelude to what I had planned originally for this. I'm really sorry again, but I hope you had a great time reading this shit show lmao, it's one of my favourite crack fics I've ever written.

Thanks for sticking with me for this leap of faith :) I'll be posting the drafts I had too, including the Prom ones! I hope you have fun with them :)

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“How can I solve for x if I don’t even know y?”

Miles underlines the equation once more, disbelief in his eyes as he utters, “You just solved for y.”

“Oh. No, you’re right. I did!” You scribble your final answer at the bottom triumphantly, only for your heart to sink at the sharp breath he inhales upon seeing it. “What, what’s wrong?”

“I don’t know how you did it, but you got the wrong answer with all the right equations.” He answers simply, letting you take the notebook from him. You scan the calculations, frowning when you don’t see anything wrong.

Well, maybe seeing nothing wrong is what’s wrong. 

You’re gonna flunk your maths test.

“Welp. That’s it. Looks like you can chalk up a failure next to your lofty list of achievements.” You state, taking a sip of your drink. “I’m unteachable.”

“C’mon, you’re not that bad…” He trails off, glancing back down at the book. “Okay, maybe you could improve a little on your logical process.” He amends. “Let’s take a break.” 

“Sounds good to me,” You shrug, pulling out your drawing pad and resuming the sketch of his eyes. “What’s your school like anyway?” You ask curiously, narrowing your eyes as you try to get the lines just right on this stupid sketch.

“It’s…decent.” Your sceptical glance makes him clear his throat, “It’s a bit more challenging, but I can handle it. What’s your best subject? Maybe we can start on that instead; try a new angle.”

“My best subject?” You hum, tapping your pencil against your drink as you try to remember. “Science, I think. I am incredible at biology. Suffice it to say that the principal does not want me to be near any lamb hearts.”

“That,” He says slowly, “is terrifying.”

“Enh,” you shrug, putting your drawing pad down to actually hold a conversation with him. Who would’ve thought? You and Miles Morales, sitting down in a cafe and studying. It’s a massive jump from blackmailing him to jumping off a building. 

He’d even allowed you to keep sketching him for inspiration, offering to help you out when you’re stuck. He’s truly an angel, agreeing to tutor a hopeless case like you. You grab the notebook he hands you, flipping it open to see detailed notes and a mind map.

“That’s pretty sick.” He seems pleased by your compliment, waving it off. 

“That? Oh, that’s nothing, just a little somethin’ I put together during study break.”

“I can tell. Y’know, the bunch of hot air that just left your mouth? It actually contributes to greenhouse gases.” You point out. He scoffs, taking back his notebook. 

“Nerd.”

The cafe is mostly quiet, with only the two of you and a cafe worker who’s busy using her phone at the counter. Makes sense though, seeing as it’s nearing midnight. Your test is tomorrow, and you've been here since six pm trying to get the concepts into your head.

Key word being trying.

“I don’t know Miles, maybe this was a bad idea after all…” you sigh in defeat, staring up at the ceiling as you slump down in the comfortable chair. 

“Hey, c’mon. Don’t say that,” He chides, leaning forward and handing you your drink. You hold out a limp hand, letting him pull you back up into proper seating posture. “We just gotta figure out how to make you retain all this info, y’know?”

“Look. This?” You hold up the notebook you’d used earlier to write down the answers to the maths questions. “This doesn’t work, dude. I can’t do this. But this ?” You put it down and pick up your sketchbook, flipping through the pages of still-drawn life to self-portraits. “This, I can do.”

An idea seems to hit him as he stares at your notebook silently, pondering on it for a good moment while you await a response. “Hang on.” He fishes through his bag, pulling out a sketchbook of his own and rapidly turning through the pages to an empty one. 

He picks up a pencil and begins to scribble something down. You eye him sceptically, pulling out your phone and beginning to scroll through social media. A video of Spiderman saving yet another civilian appears on your feed, watching it with interest when something catches your eye.

“Morales, can I ask you a question?” He looks up when you call his name, raising a brow in curiosity. Turning the phone screen around, you show him the paused video where he’s running along the side of a building in his full suit, with an unzipped backpack in hand and Jordans on his feet. 

“Do spidey-powers really affect your footwear too? How would that even work?” The question leaves him speechless, and you can practically see the cogs turning in his mind as he struggles to provide an answer. 

“Just Spiderman things, I dunno,” he replies after giving it some thought. 

You raise an eyebrow at his answer. "Just Spiderman things, huh?" you repeat, tapping your phone thoughtfully. "So, you're telling me that web-slinging and wall-running somehow doesn't mess up your sneakers, but your powers can make you run up walls? Seems a little... contradictory, don't you think?"

Miles rubs the back of his neck, clearly not prepared to discuss the intricacies of his web-slinging physics. "Look, it’s not like I control the science behind it," he shrugs, clearly evading the topic. "It just... works, okay?"

You smirk, enjoying his discomfort, but then a more serious thought crosses your mind. You look back at your sketchbook, flipping through the pages absentmindedly. “You know,” you begin, your voice quieter, “I really do need to get this math down, or I’m definitely failing. I mean, the fact that you’re sitting here tutoring me is pretty cool, but I’m not getting it the way I should .”

Miles glances at you, and for a second, he looks almost like he wants to say something reassuring. Then he just gives you a small, encouraging smile. “You’ll get it. Maybe... not today, maybe not tomorrow, but eventually. You’re not stupid. You just think differently.”

You blink, taken aback by his words. It wasn’t something you expected to hear. The way he said it, with that quiet confidence, made you feel like maybe, just maybe, you could do it. You weren’t just a hopeless case.

You let out a sigh, leaning back in your chair, still not fully convinced, but willing to give it another shot. "Alright, alright, I'll give it one more try... but only if you promise not to laugh when I inevitably get it wrong again."

Miles chuckles, shaking his head. "You got it. But I’m serious. You can do it." He holds up his sketchbook, showing you what he’s been scribbling.

On the page are rough doodles, but they’re not just random sketches. They’re visual explanations of the math concepts you’ve been struggling with. Diagrams, symbols, even funny little characters to represent different variables.

“You ever think about drawing out your problems?” Miles asks, a little embarrassed by his own ideas, but clearly invested. “Sometimes it helps to put things on paper the way you think about them. Like, I’m visualizing the math, but through pictures. Could work for you too.”

You blink at the page in front of you, your curiosity piqued. "This... this might actually make sense." You nod slowly, flipping through the doodles. “Alright, so I’m basically turning the math problems into comics?”

“Exactly,” Miles grins. “Turn the problem into a story, and the solution just kinda... follows.”

The idea of translating numbers and equations into something visual starts to settle in your mind. You nod, more determined now than before. "Okay, I’ll try it. If nothing else, at least I get to doodle."

"That's the spirit," he says, leaning back in his chair as you pick up your pencil. "But no matter what, you’re not a failure. You just gotta find your own way to get it."

The enthusiastic smile on your face falters upon glancing at the thick textbook on the table. The sight of it saps all your energy instantly, staring at the taunting words on the cover. Your hand reaches for your drink, only to find it empty. 

“...I’m gonna need a lot more coffee for this.”

— — — — — — 

“Hold on. You got the same answers?” Michael scoffs in disbelief, his sneakers scuffing against the tiled floor of your school hallway.  He’d bounded over to your seat after the bell rang, test papers handed in, cheerily exclaiming how easy it’d been.

The shock sets in when he rattles off the answers he wrote down, only to pause when you chime in, telling him you got the same answers for questions five through ten.

He blinks, poking your arm repeatedly until you give him an annoyed glance. “Are you sure you haven’t been replaced by an alien?” he asks incredulously. “You? Forever in the negatives in Math?”

“Did you cheat or something?” Nicole asks, effortlessly joining your conversation as she slips into step beside you. “I mean…” She raises an eyebrow when you give her a side-eye. “It’s a possibility. I respect it, personally.”

You roll your eyes, coming to a stop. “For your information,” you place your hands on your hips, a smug grin creeping onto your face, “I studied .”

The two of them stare wide-eyed before they exchange a glance, bursting into a fit of giggles. “Very funny, pinto. But for real, how’d you do it?”

“I just told you,” you huff, continuing to walk while feeling mildly insulted. You couldn’t really be mad at their reactions, though. Before Miles had helped you out, every study session with the both of them always ended up the same way: you, leaning back in a chair with an open textbook over your face and praying osmosis would come in handy for once.

The sound of your name being called makes you turn, blinking when Miss Dawson approaches. Michael stands dumbly at your side before Nicole grabs his wrist, tugging him away. 

“Miss Dawson,” you greet, your attention drawn by the paper in her hands. “Is there anything you need? If this is about the melted crayons, I can explain-”

“Not that, dear,” she waves it off before pausing, your words sinking in. However, she dismisses it with a shake of her head, handing you a flyer. You take it, scanning its contents before raising your head.

“You want me to participate in an art competition?”

“Not just any art competition, dear.” She points at a specific line, and your head stutters in your chest when you process it. 

Winners will have the opportunity to display their piece in The Metropolitan Museum of Art. 

Your eyes widen as you reread the line. “ The Met?” you repeat, voice an octave higher than usual.

“Yes, the Met,” Miss Dawson confirms with a warm smile. “It’s an extraordinary opportunity for young artists to showcase their talent. And I believe you have what it takes to stand out.”

You hesitate, the significance of her words pressing down on you. The Met. It’s no small deal. You think about your art, the hours you’ve poured into it, the tentative pride you’ve felt when something turned out just right. But is it really Met material?

“I don’t know,” you start, biting the inside of your cheek. “There are probably a ton of people who are better at this than me.”

Miss Dawson tilts her head, her expression a mix of patience and encouragement. “That may be true, but none of them can create what you create. Art isn’t about comparison, it’s about expression. Your perspective matters.”

Her words tug at something deep inside you, and for a moment, you let yourself imagine it: your work hanging in the grand hall, visitors pausing to admire it, whispering about its depth and emotion (possibly buying it too). You exhale, feeling a flicker of determination ignite.

“Okay,” you say, straightening your posture. “I’ll do it.” You glance at the flyer again, nerves still buzzing under your skin, but your lips curve into a confident smile as you add, “I can do this.”

Miss Dawson’s smile widens. “That’s the spirit. The sign-up sheet is in the art room. Don’t wait too long, though. The deadline is Friday.”

“Got it,” you reply, already moving toward the art room with a shaky grin.

I can do this.

— — — — — — 

“I can’t do this,” you blurt out, collapsing onto the floor next to Miles.

He looks up from his sub mid-chew, one eyebrow raised.

You place the drink you’d grabbed for him next to you, running a hand through your hair. “What was I thinking? The Met? The Met? I’m not ready for this. What if I embarrass myself? What if—”

Miles holds up a hand to silence you, still chewing. He swallows deliberately, then says, “First off, thanks for the drink.” He takes another bite of his sandwich, his nonchalant demeanor both infuriating and grounding.

“Second,” he continues after a pause, “you’ve already decided to do it, right? So why freak out now? Worst case, you don’t win. Big deal. Best case, your art’s in the Met, and I get to brag that I know the artist.”

You groan, leaning back against the wall. “You’re too chill about this.”

“And you’re too hard on yourself,” he counters, gesturing at you with the half-eaten sub. “You’ve got this. Just... don’t psych yourself out before you even start.”

You sigh, staring up at the night sky. The stars above twinkle in that mocking way of theirs, making you frown. “I guess.”

Miles gives you a lopsided grin. “That’s the spirit. Kind of.”

You groan, burying your head in your hands. “I don’t even know what to draw,” you grumble, your voice muffled against your palms. “The theme is self-identity . Like, what does that even mean? Who even am I? Am I even real? And how am I supposed to figure that out on paper?”

Miles chuckles softly, chewing the last bite of his sub. You peek at him through your fingers, your rant far from over.

“I need inspiration,” you declare, throwing your hands into the air. “Maybe I need, like, an endorsement. Yeah, that’s it. An endorsement from Spider-Man himself.” You glance at him dramatically. “You wouldn’t happen to know the guy, would you? Maybe he could swing by, tell me I’m doing great, and give me an idea or two.”

He leans back, arms crossed, watching your theatrics with pure amusement. “You done?” he asks, one eyebrow raised.

“No,” you reply flatly, flopping back against the bench. “But go ahead. Enlighten me, oh wise one.”

Miles shakes his head, his grin softening. He places a hand on your shoulder, the gesture unexpectedly comforting. “Look, I get it. Sometimes, when I’m stuck on stuff, like really stuck, I just go for a swing through Brooklyn. Suit on, city lights, the works. Clears my head every time.”

You blink up at him, your interest piqued. “That… actually makes sense.” A spark of excitement lights up in your eyes, and you grab his shoulders, your voice rising with enthusiasm. “Let me try it! Oh my God, please. Just one swing! Maybe the adrenaline will give me ideas.”

Miles laughs, leaning back slightly to escape your iron grip. “Hold up, hold up. That’s not exactly how it works.”

“Why not?” you demand, undeterred. “You said it helps you. It could totally help me too!”

“I don’t think you realize what you’re asking,” he says, smirking. “Swinging around the city is not as easy as it looks.”

“I’ll figure it out,” you say confidently, already buzzing with anticipation. “Come on, Miles. Please?” You clasp your hands together in mock prayer. “Just think of it as helping an artist in need.”

He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m gonna regret this, aren’t I?”

“Only if you say no,” you shoot back with a grin. “But surely you wouldn’t leave a civilian artist hanging, would you?”

Miles shakes his head, muttering something under his breath before standing up. “Alright, but if you puke or break something, that’s on you. Deal?”

“Deal!” you chirp, practically jumping to your feet. “This is gonna be amazing.”

He gives you a wary look, though there’s a small smile tugging at his lips. “We’ll see about that.”

— — — — — 

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MILES MORALES HEADCANNONS 2

Request: yes

tw: none i think?

- Ok so I think that he listens to a little of all genres of music. Like he’s cool with everything but there’s a few songs or artists that he doesn’t fw

- He will make you make him a playlist so he can listen to it when he misses you and he’ll make you a playlist BUTT he’ll be nervous to send it to you, so when your like “bitch where’s my playlist?” he’s like “you actually wanted it”

- This boy BEGGED his parents for Spotify premium and they finally got it for him when there was like 3 months free near his birthday (he cried)

- When you find out he’s spiderman (you’d probably get mad he’s dropping dates and stuff so you confront him and he tells you) you make sure he’s always safe

- He drops by your house sometimes when he gets hurt after a fight or something and you patch him up. Now you keep a first aid kid in your room for him

- When he gets involved with the Spider Society, you get involved. He trusts you with EVERYTHING, so he tells you everything, and eventually you meet all of them.

- You get along with almost all of his friends there. After hearing what Miguel did, you don’t trust him around Miles and Miles doesn’t trust Miguel around you, so he tried to keep you as far away from him as possible.

- Gwen takes awhile to get used to you, but she eventually warms up when she realizes Miles is happy with you.

- Peter B introduces you to Mayday and you hold her and play with her and PB is like “if you don’t keep her I will”

- Hobie appreciates that you make Miles happy and therefore he doesn’t mind you at first. I think he’d be hesitant but he warms up to you (you guys become best friends)

- Pav is so sweet i don’t think anyone couldn’t immediately love him. You and him sit together and gush about eachothers s/o’s all the time and give eachother advice.

- Remember when he was texting his dad and had a bunch of typos because he was fighting a villain? He always responds to you, therefore most of his texts are illegible 😭

- He’s super smart (obviously), but will make you/his mom read over his school essays just in case.

- I think that he wouldn’t use a ton of pet names. Maybe a few sometimes, but would mostly use your name and a few nicknames hes made up (he has one that only he’s allowed to call you)

- Absolutely cannot play an instrument for shit. Gwen and Hobie have tried to teach him, and if you play an instrument you have too, but he gives up.

- He would be decent at most sports, but he’s the type of kid to only do gym for the required credits, and doesn’t go out of the way to play. If friends or you ask to play something with him, he would.

- Once you guys are together for a little, he would bring you to all the family functions. Cousins wedding? you’re there. Fourth of July celebration? He’s dragging you around to all of his family members.

- His mom would make him dress up for all of the holidays (my mom too), like at Christmas he’s in an ugly sweater and his mom is taking 10 photos of all of their matching sweaters (this is a self projection)

- Asks if he can adopt every dog and cat in the alleyways.

- He would know how to do a few origami pieces and does them in class when he’s bored and then gives them to you

- Draws on the corners and in the margins of your papers in class

- Watches CoryxKenshin and either youtube or spotify will be playing in the background of his room at all times.

- Before you guys meet eachothers parents, your screen time would be like 15+ hours from how much you guys would’ve facetimed

- Said this in the last part, but I have to bring this back. He LOVES holding your hand. He’s late to class to hold your hand down the hallways.

- He refuses to split the pole. He’s not even superstitious he just thinks it’s weird 😭

- He’s picky asf. Chicken tenders are his best friend (me too)

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sorry this is so short i ran out of ideas.

im thinking of doing these with another character like e42 miles or hobie? idk lmk

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NIGHTFALL || PART 3

[TAGS: Prowler Miles Morales, Miles Morales, Female Reader, Fluff, Just Pure Fluff, Cuddles and Love, Morning Kisses, Sleepy Kisses, Forehead Kisses, Prowler Miles sneaks in through your bedroom window and cuddles with you hehe, Vigilante, Miles saves you from a bunch of ew creepy men, Secret Relationship, Secret Love, Coffee Date, just fluff in general, romantic activities with Miles-42♡]

Note: TW: Mentions of harassment, slight drugs, Google Translated Spanish, Bad/Decent Writing, Typos, Grammatical Errors!

NOTE: I'M SO SORRY IT POSTPONED WHSHHDSA I COULDN'T GET ANYMORE IDEAS

Point it out if I missed something <3 Thank you!

But we barely know each other… Your mind argues with your heart, but even so, he took his time to pay you a visit, even if it was just the slightest and shortest visit you have ever gotten.

“I wanna see him again…” You whined into your pillow to muffle your voice. You then heard a distant knock on the window panes, you immediately whipped your head, glancing at it, your wish had come true.

You hurriedly undid the lock of the window, opening it up happily. He hopped inside of your room, arms still crossed, glancing around.

“Miss me?” He chuckled smugly, as if he knew what you were thinking.

“Maybe?” You acted confused, teasing him a little.

“You’re cool, I guess. We can be friends.” He spoke, his voice cold like ice, he extended his hand for a friendly little handshake. The pixelated eyes of his mask flickered a bit.

“Alright. Cool! Friends!” You smiled cheerfully, your heart blooming as you shook his hand. You were practically in euphoria as of now, being friends with a cool vigilante?! That’s awesome! And he’s your type too.

You were lucky he decided to hang out with you for a while, getting to know you and your bedroom. He walked around in your room, like a detective inspecting your belongings. “¿Qué es esto?” He uttered out in Spanish as he looked over at your valuables, his accent fluent and thick.

He hung out in your bedroom for a little while until your parents came home, slipping out from the window like a stealthy cat.

“See you…Uh, I guess I’ll visit in a while.” He chuckled slightly, hovering out of your bedroom, he was swift and accelerated.

“See you!” You exclaimed as you watched him swiftly making his way across your neighbourhood.

You noticed a piece of sticky note on your nightstand, it seemed like one of your playful little sticky notes you had on your desk. You read the note, it seems like your little crush friend left his number personally for you!

╭────── · · ୨୧ · · ──────╮

“xxxx xxx xxxx, I’ll send you a text when I get home

Prowler, your vigilante friend.”

╰────── · · ୨୧ · · ──────╯

You let out a tiny squeal of excitement, unplugging your phone off of it’s charger and typing his number in your phone, adding it to your contacts list. You patiently waited for his text to chime in your notifications.

You washed the dishes, making sure to get them squeaky clean as you did. As you were washing them up, you heard a chime from your phone, you swiftly washed your hands and wiped it with a cloth in the kitchen, then turned on your phone and looking at the lock screen, he finally texted! You were joyful and enthralled. Squealing excitedly like an idiot as you tapped the notification from your lock screen.

“Yo wyd?” He texted, quite curious about what you’re doing at the moment since he left.

“Oh just washing the dishes! :) nthing much, wbu?” You replied back swiftly,joyful that he took the time to message you.

Some bubbles flashed in a message box, he was replying back.

“Está bien. I was wondering if you wanted to meet up, yk just get to know each other since we're friends now.” His message flashed on your screen

Your eyes sparkled with delight and anticipation, a stupid smile plastered on your face. “Yeah sure!! Just tell me when n where :)))” You typed swiftly yet again, sending the message with one click. This was your opportunity to get to know this cool vigilante more!

As you finished washing the dishes, you scurried over to your bedroom, continuing to converse with Miles.

After a while, you texted him a friendly goodnight before plugging in your phone and falling asleep.

(Let's just timeskip to that date- I mean meetup because ik u guys just wanna see that)

“Yo.” He waved at you, you were surprised to see him without his Prowler mask.

“Hey! This place is great.” You grinned happily as you took a look of the café he chose to meet up with you.

“I just found it whilst doing heists with my uncle.” He shrugged dismissively, gesturing you to follow him and enter inside the café.

You saw decorative lights hanging over the walls, and also plants hanging on the ceiling, as well as some wall decor and blackboards hanging on top of the order counter as menus. Very aesthetically pleasing.

“Pretty.” You mumbled, then glanced at Miles. “Wait, which one of us is paying?”

“Eh, I'll do it. Whatchu wanna order?” He asked with a hint of kindness.

“How about you choose for me instead? Guess it'll be fun.” You grinned before taking a seat as Miles waited in line, gazing at the view of the sidewalk and the road as you patiently waited.

PART 4 IS GONNA BE FUN HEHE

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SPIDER-VERSE On The Brain

Massive SPIDER-VERSE *spoilers* are ahead... Do not read on if you haven't seen the movie...

It's been four days since I checked out SPIDER-MAN: ACROSS THE SPIDER-VERSE in theaters... And I'm still processing such a rich layer cake of a movie with all this stuff going on, just the sheer ambition of it... And... This story isn't even over, that's the mind-blowing part...

This movie did have pretty strong arcs for Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy, and even Peter B. Parker to some extent, in addition to introducing a major conflict and a soon-to-be-primary antagonist in Miguel O'Hara/Spider-Man 2099... While a larger threat, The Spot, still looms, and there's even a closer to home threat for Miles himself as the picture wraps up...

There's so much more to go, assuming that BEYOND THE SPIDER-VERSE is also going to be a pretty long movie. That this movie was, in the planning stages, getting to be so big that they had to break it up into two parts? Who knows what we're in for...

I feel a lot of ACROSS THE SPIDER-VERSE's narrative brilliance is within its yet to be resolved conflict...

Canon...

Back in 2018, INTO THE SPIDER-VERSE came onto the scene with its dynamic new way of rendering CGI imagery in an animated feature, while throwing in eye-candy flourishes and other dynamic art styles to really make that movie pop amongst other mainstream animated movies *and* the entire comic book movie sphere. In a neat sense, this groundbreaking new way to make an animated feature strengthened the inclusive and quite simple overall message of the story: ANYONE can be Spider-Man.

Now, if INTO THE SPIDER-VERSE said "anyone can be Spider-Man", ACROSS THE SPIDER-VERSE asks what that "anyone" must go through to be Spider-Man.

Can Spider-Man truly be anyone?

What is "canon"?

Miguel is adamant that every Spider, from man to woman to animal to insect, must experience some major tragedy in order to truly be a Spider-Something. A loss of a family member, close friend, or any kind of loved one... That's that about that, that's the nature of the "Spider-Verse", it is set in stone, no other way! Seems to contradict "Anyone can be Spider-Man", right? Apparently Miles can't have a relatively normal non-costumed life, someone he loves HAS to be axed... And that's the case with... How many Spiders? Over 280?

... which quite frankly sounds very controlling and lacking in imagination. And kinda dumb on paper. Miles knows that, even... It all relates back to what his mother and father want for him vs. his ambitions and desires.

"Nah, imma do my own thing"...

Such a liberating line, during such a literally and figuratively heavy moment in the film...

Between Miles' arc and Gwen's story, this autistic queer right here felt something quite resonant from all of this... I needed to see and hear these classic story tropes pulled off in such a great new way at a crucial time in my life...

Now, this works even beyond one's personal journey and how a film relates to someone: ACROSS THE SPIDER-VERSE seems cleverly critical of contemporary superhero movie culture and most nerd-dom, from its most toxic swamps to its most boring offices. Adherence to "canon", shackling oneself to hard-set rules that mustn't be deviated from. It's especially potent coming from a movie series where the main Spider-Man is a black/Puerto Rican teenager, and his pals include a trans Spider-Woman, an older adult Peter Parker who has a child, and many more.

The insistence that Spider-Man has to be this one thing, i.e. Miguel running a Spider-Society that makes sure all Spider-People have that very "Uncle Ben" tragedy happen to them, with NO ANOMALIES... Miles' whole existence as Spider-Man, of course, is revealed to be said anomaly... In that a spider from another universe, Earth-42, got to his, Earth-1610, and bit him... Messing everything up... He's even blamed for Earth-1610 Peter Parker's death, to add insult to injury!

Or DID he mess things up?

Maybe "canon" is a bunch of bullshit.

The very kind of thing that shackles whole characters and franchises down, instead of letting those who come to the sandbox play with the toys THEIR way. INTO THE SPIDER-VERSE came to CG animation and didn't do the Pixar style, didn't do what most other mainstream animated movies were doing, didn't follow the accepted "standard" or "canon"... A friend of mine, in his review of ACROSS THE SPIDER-VERSE, noted something very interesting: This also ties into how a lot of very online animation fans insist that every new movie now must be like SPIDER-VERSE. And like PUSS IN BOOTS: THE LAST WISH. And like any other animated movie that they consider "top tier" or "based" or "cinema". Including a relatively-panned Mario movie. Screw off if you're Pixar making "mid" movies like TURNING RED and ELEMENTAL, or Disney Animation making equally "mid" movies like ENCANTO or RAYA AND THE LAST DRAGON... "Canon" in feature animation, apparently, is now movies that must be like SPIDER-VERSE or PUSS IN BOOTS or whatever. Animated movie "requirements". You have to have scary dark villains, you have to have the most amazing unseen animation style ever, you have to do it all THIS WAY...

This whole "canon" nonsense also ties into superhero movies in general, as well. Even comics, like a lot of runs of Spider-Man are apparently doing... especially in a time of the Marvel Cinematic Universe and the DC movie-verse being clamped down by such hard continuity... That has only morphed into a bigger cluster-cuss, post-SPIDER-VERSE.

I remember when watching the LOKI Disney+ series, thinking... This series is trying to explain in FIVE 40-MINUTE EPISODES something INTO THE SPIDER-VERSE effortlessly explained in less than 5 MINUTES... Then you bring in the Doctor Strange follow-ups, all this stuff about "incursions". Incursions this, Sacred Timelines that... Why is this so goddamn convoluted and wracked head-to-toe with all these RULES? Other multiverse stories don't do this, and Marvel's characters span DECADES... And a big criticism of the recent MCU output is that the continuity, the canon... Doesn't allow for the characters to have their own unique stories, told by filmmakers with individual unique visions working within reasonable guidelines. I feel these two movies, along with EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE ALL AT ONCE, show what a multiverse story can still be in this day and age.

And by using Miguel's rule, ACROSS THE SPIDER-VERSE goes right for the jugular bearing its spider-fangs.

Anyone can be Spider-Man, Spider-Man can have ANY life.

May I also add? The Spot... He's not in the movie much, but his arc... Tying this back to the worst of toxic nerd culture. The Spot is shook by being called some villain of the week and everything else that happened to him (like getting conked by the very bagel from the first movie), and instead of using his weird abilities for something good, he's going to go great lengths to prove that he is not some villain of the week. To become a larger scale threat... And for what? To fill a literal hole in himself? What validity and happiness will this bring him? I see something similar in some aspects of nerd culture, where they take being wronged (I'll humorously compare this to being shoved into lockers, circa 1988) at some point in their life, and turning it into their literal villain origin story... Growing up to be the jocks that bullied them, growing up to be the ones making life harder for other people in the community... The very people complaining about how "w0ke" this movie is for having "forced diversity", the very people who also lob that stolen word at harmless things like the LITTLE MERMAID remake and virtually anything "W0ke Disney" puts out these days, the very people who had literal shit-fits over MAD MAX: FURY ROAD, every new STAR WARS movie, GHOSTBUSTERS 2016, SHE-RA AND THE PRINCESSES OF POWER, new MUPPET BABIES, any new STAR TREK media, the list goes on and on... That's The Spot. Funny how some superhero movies, even animated superhero movies, have these villains who feel like they've been wronged and feel like they're entitled to something...

Just more texture to this ludicrously-textured layer cake movie... Yeah, CAKE itself is a big part of the movie, too. Look at that-

All this, amidst a backdrop of hundreds of Spider-People, a surrealistic smorgasbord of visual styles and animation techniques (Spider-Punk alone, YOWZA YOWZA YOWZA!), a multiverse-spanning story, and at the end... All of it tying back to who Miles Morales wants to be. How he wants to tell HIS story... When he defies Miguel on the train, it's a monumental moment...

And the story isn't even over yet... This movie is something special.

[saecookie]

Where would you suggest a newbie start on Spider-Gwen? I've looked into it a couple times and there's like two different "number one"s, and then gwenom, gwenpool, and others that look like crossovers, she's even introduced in a massive intimidating spiderverse crossover. Basically, what's a good place to start without having to do a bunch of homework?

HI NYSSA i'm finally on desktop to answer you comfortably. So happy to share as I've actually done the bunch of homework!

putting a tl;dr here: a good starting point is her first serie, Spider-Gwen (2015-2018) So. Spider-Gween as her own series, but was first introduced in the Spider-Verse comics. She has three series of her own :

Spider-Gwen (2015-18, 34 issues)

Spider-Gwen: Spider-Ghost (2019, 10 issues)

Spider-Ghost (2020-21, 10 issues)

(not at all confusing to start, not at all.)

Those are her core series, that you can read in that order if you want to go simple. Then, here are the homeworks done:

You can also preface this by reading the Spider-Verse comics, that is her first actual appearance and will give you some context for her interactions with Miles Morales in her own comics. To read this, you'll basically have to know two things : 1. in the spiderman lore, there's a family called the Inheritors who hunt the spiderpeople in the multiverse 2. there are too "mainstream" Peter Parker, one being Doc Ock in Peter's body (that's not relevant to Gwen but you might be lost abt this at first)

Then, one that might be a read is the Spider-Women comics. It takes place during Spider-Gwen #7-8 so you'll be aware of the happenings even if you don't read the comics. If you don't want tor read it, here's the point: after Spider-Verse, 3 spiderwomen keep in touch and regularly have brunch and adventures together. The point is mainly going on with Gwen's story that she's quite in touch with the multiverse and her spiderfam.

You can also read the Spider-Man/Spider-Gwen Sitting in a tree comics. This also takes place during some Gwen issues (Spider-Gwen #16-18) so you don't have to read it if you don't care about it, but it adds the some parts of the first Miles/Gwen team-up and also Miles' side.

Betwen Spider-Gwen and Spider-Gwen: Spider-Ghost happens the Spider-Geddon event. It's basically the sequel to Spider-Verse, so if you liked it you might like this one. Also it's what happens to Gwen between the first and second series, so I guess? haha.

To answer your questions: Gwenom refers to two things. Well, three really: Gwen when she fuses with venom's symbiote, Spider-Gwen's narrative arc in issues #24-29, and finally to Spider-Gwen vs Carnage. This is part of a bigger marvel event called King in Black, and is Gwen's participation in it. It's the last appearance we've had of Gwen in her continuity, so it might be relevant to her if we ever get more content, but I'm sure this will categorize then as an adventure she had, as others. If you don't have enough Gwen by now, sure you can read it.

There's also Gwen-Verse. It's a self contained mini-serie. It features Spider-Gwen having adventure with some of her counterparts, who are not spiderpeople but mixes with other superheroes. This ties in with her origins: in the introduction to Spider-Verse (titled Edge of Spider-Verse if you wanna read that), Spider-Gwen is introduced alongside other spiderpeople. She, and particularly her design, was so acclaimed that she became a fan favourite before having anything else to her name, and became popular along cosplayers. Marvel then decided to give her her own series, and notably by launching a collection of cover arts of Gwen Stacy as different marvel superheroes (you can check those here). And so basically, this mini-serie is a way to come back to this, with all kind of Gwens!

Finally you mentionned Gwenpool. Gwenpool was one of those variant that they went with. She's a completly different character, called Gwen(dolyn) Pool. iirc, she has two series of her own. She appears in the main marvel universe (so not Spider-Gwen's one) and she's a mix with Deadpool, obviously. She has the same awareness that she's in a comic world and acts very recklessly because, as this is comic world, nothing will have true consequences (which distresses basically everyone around her bc loved one dies, you know). I'm not quite fond myself of her, but if you wanna give her a try, be my guest!

I hope this was clear enough and gave you the answers you were seeking dear!

[chiyuumiii]

NIGHTFALL || PART 4

Earth-42 Miles Morales/F!Reader

[TAGS: Prowler Miles Morales, Miles Morales, Female Reader, Fluff, Just Pure Fluff, Cuddles and Love, Morning Kisses, Sleepy Kisses, Forehead Kisses, Prowler Miles sneaks in through your bedroom window and cuddles with you hehe, Vigilante, Miles saves you from a bunch of ew creepy men, Secret Relationship, Secret Love]

Note: TW: Google Translated Spanish, Bad/Decent Writing, Typos, Grammatical Errors!

Point it out if I missed something <3 Thank you!

THIS IS A PART 4!! READ OTHER PARTS IF U HAVEN'T YET: P1, P2, P3.

Sneak peak of the fluff you guys want hwehwhewehuiweh

As Miles finished ordering at the counter, he took a seat with you, pulling out his phone and scrolling. “I ordered you a latte.” He uttered out, his gaze fixated on you. It made you tense up a bit.

“Thanks.” You smiled softly, staring at the view of the road. It was a little awkward.

“Mm…” Miles hummed a bit, his focus trailing back to his phone. Then you noticed his gaze focus back on you. You turned your head towards him, tilting it slightly in confusion. “Need anything?” You asked, a little confused and also flustered as his gaze remained locked onto your face.

“Nah. Just starin.” He uttered out jokingly, a little chuckle emerging from his mouth. 

“Oookayyy…” You gulped nervously, overthinking things a bit. “So uhh…What are your…hobbies?” You asked with a sheepish smile on your face.

“My hobbies?” Miles’ eyes stared into the view of the road for a bit before answering. “Graffiti art, my job as the Prowler, sometimes getting into fights.” He shrugged carelessly, but seemed to be intrigued by you. “How about you?” 

“My…hobbies?” You felt a little embarrassed discussing some of your hobbies, you weren’t really that person that does a lot of things a day. “I just…like sleeping, scrolling endlessly on social media, talking to friends…Just stuff like that, you get the gist of it.” You let out a nervous giggle, the waitress having arrived and placing your drinks on the timber table.

“I get that.” He took a sip of his drink, letting out a silent sigh of relief and refreshment from it. “Mmm…Do you have any…specific favorite things?”

“I guess food, my phone, friends.” You took a sip of your latte, Miles had good taste when it comes to drinks, you could definitely tell by the delectable flavor. “This latte is quite good!” You smiled happily, continuing to sip more of it.

Miles’ POV

Didn’t think she would actually like that flavor, I thought, nodding off heedlessly as I took another sip of my drink.

“I also think you’re impressive,” She uttered out, those words made my heart soften a bit, but I can’t show much vulnerability - it might be dangerous and risky if I do. “Well, not really the bad things you do, but y’know, being able to make your own gear and stuff…I find it awesome!” She muttered in a stealthy, careful voice, so she wouldn’t give away my identity so much… She cares? She cares about hiding this… identity of mine?

“Made them with my uncle.” I gave a slight nod along with that sentence, nervously trying to find something else to distract me as I was…Well, staring too much, I don’t want to scare her off.

“Oh, cool! Maybe you can show me how your costume works sometime.” She took another sip of her latte. “And maybe… kind of giving me a reason how you are so comfortable with revealing your identity to me? Aren’t I just some girl you saved…?” She questioned, it made my heart tremble a bit. “Um…” Was all that came out of my mouth. Really, Miles?...My uncle would be scolding me right now.

As I was thinking of an eligible answer, the way her smile just stays on like that…It’s a sight to behold. 

“I don’t know, guess I just felt some spark and got a little too comfortable.” I chuckled a bit, my gaze locking with hers. 

“Oh, that’s…I appreciate that.” She continued having that smile, a cheerful, happy go lucky smile painted permanently onto that pretty face of hers. Wonder what happens if I break her- Wait. Can’t be doing that. 

Back to YOUR POV.

The two of you chatted cheerfully, the conversation always sparkling, it was quite awkward and silent at first, but time passed and the two of you got close, eventually, there was one night, where Miles felt the need to visit you.

It was 4:42 AM, you cuddled with your favorite pillow, drifting in a deep slumber, 

Not even noticing that Miles was knocking on your window.

“Maldición…” He whispered under his breath, deciding to use one of the lockpicks he has, for criminal uses. “Blud’s deep asleep.” 

He eventually managed to slip in with a bit of tinkering and luck, deactivating his mask.

Cute. He shrugged, rolling himself like a barrel over to your bed and holding you closely by your waist. His chest pressed against your back.

Hopefully she doesn’t freak out when she wakes up. He thought, as he stared out your window at the pitch black sky, the moon nowhere to be found.

THIS ONES KINDA SHORT BUT THIS IS ALL I COULD PROVIDE FOR TODAY ITS 2:32 AM