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kurogxrix Ā· 1 year ago
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Footballer!E-42 Miles Morales x reader
IN WHICH despite the amount of fame and fangirls that your footballer boyfriend Miles receives, he never fails to remind them that heā€™s yours and yours only at the end of the day.
A/N: this is a rushed ass wip that i wanted to finish, so donā€™t expect muchšŸ˜­
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The yelling and high-pitched crying has been going on for a solid minute now, and the red carpet laid between the crowd control barriers has yet to be occupied. It was always this way, fans crying out their love to Miles before the man could even leave the building, then yelling some more as the poor man simply walked down the short hall to reach the comfort of the black limousine that was always awaiting him 20 minutes before his appearance.
From behind the shut doors, a suited Miles was mentally preparing himself for his entrance. If he had known that this was the reality of fame, he wouldā€™ve never signed the contract in the first place. Though who is he even kidding, anybody would have taken the chance to play for their favourite football team if they could. Hell, he wouldā€™ve signed the contract for any team at this point, it was his childhood dream to play in a professional football club - and he was sure that it was many other kidsā€™ dream as well.
Miles couldnā€™t help but close his eyes for reassurance, begging for his mind to concentrate on anything else but the uproar behind the closed doors that stood just a few metres away from him. Clouded by awe, the obvious first thing that his mind could find to distract himself was you. Lord, he even had to run a hand down his hair to stop his thoughts from running too far.Ā 
You and Miles had been together for 3 years now, that was 2 years before he got signed in the team, and one year into his famous days. Sometimes heā€™d wake up and raise his head towards the sky to utter a prayer, thanking a god that he didnā€™t believe in for having you stay by his side despite the ups and downs.Ā 
Miles walked towards the nearest body mirror, the heels of his shoes clicking against the tiled floor as he did so. He made sure to check himself out one last time to see if he looked presentable, he sure as hell wasnā€™t about to leave the building with a crumpled suit, that wouldnā€™t look good on the photos now would it?
As Miles neared the exit again, a familiar tune caught his attention from beyond the closed doors. A melody that he could recognize from millions of others, one that heā€™d stay up relistening to with you past midnight as you both failed to fall asleep. The hypnotising voice that would fill his playlist beyond the never ending lists of rap songs, Rema.Ā Ā 
Miles shut his eyes for a split second, reliving all the singing and laughing-filled moments shared between the both of you as this song played in the background. Taking a final deep breath, Miles finally grounded himself enough to push past the doors. It didnā€™t even take a millisecond for the roaring of fangirls to erupt, and his foot had yet to even step ground on the outside of the building.Ā 
The camera flashes didnā€™t wait for him either, blinding him before he even had the chance to step foot on the carpet. Miles would beg to accept that he was used to it now, heā€™d love to say that he had gotten used to it now after a year of living through it. Though heā€™d be a liar to admit so, and everything just feels so overwhelming.Ā 
Nevertheless, the striking smile on his face never faltered, and he looked cunning to the very eye. He stood there unmoving for a couple of seconds, letting the cameras capture every good angle of his before they swarm him on the carpet. Miles canā€™t help his eyes from trailing into the crowd. The very same brown iris widening at the sight, unable to help the deep chuckle that escapes within him.Ā 
A swarm of women, including a couple of men, yelling at his name. Some of them have hefty signs that are raised up for him to see, and he laughs at the outrageous things that are written on them. Their confidence blows at Miles, how in hell can anyone go out in public while holding a sign filled with such filth. It makes him shiver at the fact that those things are written about him, but a warm smile makes way to his face as he skims through the ā€œI Love Youā€ ones.Ā 
He too, loves his fans as much as they adore him. Even through the rather explicit messages that they leave him, he loves them throughout. Beyond the hate that he inevitably received after becoming a public face, Miles must admit that the love is much rewarding. It soothes a piece of his heart that has been tainted by the stress of being a footballer, and itā€™s even better when he catches children looking up to him with a miniature version of his jersey on. It envelopes his heart with a warmth that he canā€™t even grasp.Ā 
A sudden movement strays from the others, and it catches Miles' attention. If it wasnā€™t for the blinding flashes of the paparazzi and the thousands of screeching fans, he wouldā€™ve definitely noticed the limousine waiting for him at the end of the line, but he feels his heart stammer as the driver delicately opens the back door.Ā 
Sure, on the outside, Milesā€™ may resemble a stoic guy. His resting bitch face does his kind heart little justice, and the two fine braids that accompany his fade just boosts his intimidating look. On the inside, Miles feels his heart pounding uncontrollably at the sight of you waiting in the ride for him. Youā€™reĀ  seated at the other side of the open door, keeping a place for him besides you.Ā 
A small smile rises on Miles' face, and a wicked idea brews in the back of his head. He walks a bit faster towards his car, confusing the cameramen and the people that are throwing themselves above the bars just to get a touch of this man. However, when he reaches the car, youā€™re shocked when he motions for you to grab onto his hand.
Sure, yours and Milesā€™ relationship was never kept at bay from anyone. Youā€™d been with him since before his fame, and heā€™d be a loser to keep you in the dark now that he was famous, with your consent of course. It wasnā€™t unusual that Milesā€™ would often get questions about you during interviews, and youā€™d often find yourself smiling at the TV as you watched him answer them with pride.Ā 
Though this was different. Youā€™d never accompanied him out to events, yet alone on a carpet walk. It had nothing to do with Miles but all with you, you weren't all the shy on a usual, butĀ  almost afraid of the cameraā€™s. Youā€™d seen the way theyā€™d flash attack your boyfriend from behind the closed car windows, and sometimes you feared that theyā€™d end up snapping a shitty picture of you, post it and then youā€™d get burnt on the internet.
The web wasnā€™t a nice place and you knew it, plus with the thousands and jealousy-infected women out there, you just knew that the things theyā€™d say were going to be more than nasty. Though as you watched Milesā€™ ā€˜thereā€™s no pressureā€™ smile and his soft hand reaching out to you, you decided to push those fears away.Ā 
ā€œHey ma,ā€ Miles spoke softly to you, the charm in his voice unavoidable as he stared straight into your eyes. It was hard to only stare into those eyes of yours, because once Miles had helped you out of the car, he couldnā€™t help but notice just how stunning you were on this night. Not that you weren't usually eye-catching, he believed that you were the most beautiful woman to ever grace this earth, though something about this newfound confidence just made you so much more attractive.
ā€œhey..ā€ You were clad in a skintight, dark blue dress that had been gifted to you by none other than Miles. Heā€™d smooth talk you through the ā€œhereā€™s a beautiful dress for a beautiful girlā€, in all of his sap. The opera gloves were just as dark as the dress, and the light reflecting off of it gave the blue colour its stunning shine. Miles was enamoured by you, his brown iris unable to leave your form as you stood on your Smiling Melody platform heels.Ā 
Miles loves everything about this moment, from the way you dressed so chique despite your sole aim tonight being to pick up Miles from here before dipping back home. He loved how extra you were, always urging to be the best dressed even if it was for a supermarket trip. Miles loved how that shy smile of yours never left your face as you continued to stare at him.Ā 
The chorus of cheers from behind the both of you broke you out of your trance, and finally, you collected the courage to turn around and face everyone. Milesā€™ warm palm found a home within your lower back, and the comforting presence of it was enough to ground you. You knew that he was looking at you with that lovesick expression of his, you didnā€™t even need to glance up at him to be sure.Ā 
The middle of the carpet found you well, and an unfamiliar feeling surged in your chest at the sight of so many people. So many cameras and so many eyes fixed towards you, like your place didnā€™t belong next to your boyfriend that stood right besides you. Though you tried to keep the thoughts at bay, there were too many things to look at and too many things to concentrate on. It was overwhelming.Ā 
But through your concerns, Miles just knew how to appease your thoughts.Ā 
Ending the night with Miles kissing you before the very cameras was not how you had expected things to go. In fact, you were sure that heā€™d angled the both of you to face them, instead of trying to shy away. He didnā€™t want to hide you, and he wasnā€™t. The excessively loud roar that broke the crowd once more now fell pridefully to his ears.Ā 
He wanted to show you off to the world, show these people around theĀ  globe that they stood no chance besides you. He wanted the images to hit the news, be the main title of next week's People magazine. Milesā€™ wanted nothing more than having these girls holding up those outrageous signs to go back home with disappointment swarming their chests as they realise that heā€™ll only ever be with you, as mean as it sounds.Ā 
You didnā€™t either expect the night ending up with you and Miles unable to keep your hands off of each other during the ride back home, him whispering all sorts of blarney talk into your ears as you gripped onto his shoulders for dear life, but thatā€™d be a magazine-cover drama for another week.Ā 
For now, youā€™d enjoy your giggle-filled ride back home as you both unceasingly requested for the chauffeur to replay the previous song. And amidst his annoyance, he had no other choice than to bother each time the song ended to press backwards on the limousineā€™s tactile screen. The music was a little too loud for his taste, but thatā€™d be something that you could care about tomorrow morning. For now, youā€™d be too busy enjoying the tunes of Remaā€™s Charm with Miles to bother about anything else.Ā 
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IK thereā€™s not much actual footballer!miles but this is just some sort of intro to the AU, if i choose to continue itā€¦
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inoreuct Ā· 1 year ago
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punkflower where hobie loves the morales family, loves how theyā€™re becoming HIS family.
still, the first time jeff calls him ā€œsonā€, he has such a visceral reaction.
he knows itā€™s coming from a good place and he knows he should be touched, but heā€™s only ever been called son in a condescending way. in a ā€œknow your place beneath me and stay in itā€ way. he feels so sick all of a sudden, nausea roiling in his gut, and his knee bangs against the underside of the table as he screeches his chair back and mutters a shaky ā€œā€™scuse meā€.
he hears rioā€™s concerned call of his name, sees the confusion and dread on jeffā€™s face right before he turns and leaves. he doesnā€™t stop until heā€™s up on the roof, ducking into the bottom of the water tower and collapsing into a corner.
stupid. itā€™s so stupid, and it pisses him off how tears are burning down his cheeks.
hobie scrubs them away with the back of his wrist even as he hears the door to the roof creak open, hears the familiar gait that he knows belongs to miles. he keeps his face turned away as his boyfriend appears in his line of sight, stepping gingerly like if he moved too fast hobie would break.
the punk sniffs angrily, the spikes on his cuff poking his cheek as he wipes his tears again. a hand brushes his against the ground as miles sits down beside him, close enough to touch but not quite.
he waits. for miles to say something, anything; to ask for an explanation, or offer words of comfort that will ultimately only make him feel worse.
in the end, itā€™s him that breaks the silence.
ā€œiā€™m sorry,ā€ he offers, and cringes. his voice is thick like rusted metal, scratchy in his throat. itā€™s scraping up against old wounds that never really healed, pulling at scabs to draw fresh blood, and it stings. ā€œmā€™sorry, i justā€” heā€™sā€”ā€ it feels damning to even say these words, but itā€™s the truth, and hobieā€™s never been a good liar.
doesnā€™t mean itā€™s not eating him alive, though.
ā€œheā€™s still a cop, miles,ā€ he chokes out, guilt winching around his lungs like a parasite, ā€œand the last time a cop called me sonā€”ā€ hobieā€™s breath shudders out of his lungs as miles crawls into his space, ducking his head beneath hobieā€™s arm to press the punkā€™s face to his chest.
ā€œi know,ā€ miles murmurs, wrapping his fingers around hobieā€™s nape as hobie scrunches a desperate fist into the back of his shirt. ā€œi know. i understand.ā€
hobie doesnā€™t think he really does, but thatā€™s okay. if hobie has any say in it, miles will never have to go through what he did and understand what itā€™s like.
his voice is meek as he asks, ā€œare they mad?ā€
ā€œā€˜course not.ā€ miles clicks his tongue, gently admonishing, like itā€™s a fact hobie should know by now; his fingers trace gentle circles into hobieā€™s skin. ā€œjust worried. hope you know my mamaā€™s gonna feed you thrice the usual serving of tres leches when we get back.ā€
that gets a chuckle out of him at least, but the look on jeffā€™s face still haunts him, burned front and centre into his mindā€™s eye like an afterimage. ā€œand your dad?ā€ he feels miles go still, doesnā€™t resist as his boyfriend pulls back to look hobie in the eye. his voice is terribly gentle.
ā€œhe understands. itā€™s okay.ā€
hobie doesnā€™t think itā€™s okay. it doesnā€™t feel very okay. jeff had disliked him at first and reasonably so; heā€™s nothing like a person anyone would want their kid to be with.
and yet the captain had let him into their home, accepted him as milesā€™s person, given him a place at the table. of course rio would have sat him down and shoved food into his hands regardless, but stillā€”
ā€œhobie.ā€
miles calls his attention back, and he looks up into wide, dark eyes. his heart burns.
ā€œhe knows what youā€™ve been through. he knows how much youā€™ve grown.ā€ miles huffs a soft laugh, rubbing his thumb against hobieā€™s hairline. ā€œdo you remember that time we went to your concert?ā€
hobie nods; he doesnā€™t think he can speak just yet.
ā€œyou were so nervous about what he would think, but he was stressing about looking like an old man in front of your friends. he literally said that as your boyfriendā€™s dad he had to out-hip all the other guys his age.ā€
something twists in hobieā€™s chest. ā€œheā€™s the coolest old man i know.ā€ he pauses, frowning. ā€œmaybe after peter b.ā€
miles laughs again, quietly. ā€œhe cares about you.ā€
hobie doesnā€™t doubt that. heā€™d let jeff and rio learn about him piece by piece, and with every sliver of information jeff had softened more; he might be the captain of the PDNY, but he was also a father.
hobieā€™s never really had a father.
not until he was asked about whether he preferred waffles or pancakes. until he was consulted for advice on what to wear to a pride parade. until jeff only looked at his blue laces with a tentative expression and he was hesitantly slipped a phone number to call if he ever got into trouble in this dimension that he couldnā€™t get himself out of, a helpline should he ever need it.
so he gets up, takes a deep breath and hauls miles to his feet. his boots clomp down the stairs; he takes care not to fling open the door and when he sees jeff and rio hovering in the living room, he holds out his arms.
rio reaches him first. sheā€™s shorter but fierce, pulling hobie down to hug him tight, and he feels like crying again.
miles slips close to cling to his back, arms sliding around his waist, and hobie watches jeff meet his eyes with something almost anxious.
hobieā€™s lips twist in a smile. an iā€™m sorry and an itā€™s okay wrapped in one.
and maybe it really is okay, because when jeff comes around to squeeze them all together, hobie canā€™t help his relieved sigh as he thinks, this is what familyā€™s supposed to feel like, certain as the next deep breath he takes and comforting like the broad hand that squeezes his shoulder.
fin.
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hangmanbradshaw Ā· 2 months ago
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Ignore the bad recording but Glen only filming 10 minutes of that scene omg šŸ˜‚
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uhbasicallyjustmilex Ā· 4 months ago
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miles kane shopping (adorably) for retro football shirts ā™”
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leek-inherent Ā· 11 months ago
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I love Ten and Juice <3 they are literally best friends forever <3
The fact that they spent thousands of years just hanging out is so important to me. This line made me laugh because they are the most married space probes to ever exist.
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b14augrana Ā· 7 months ago
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fc barcelona femenĆ­ squad šŸ†
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nicoscheer Ā· 4 months ago
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When Miles laughs the sun truly does shine just that much brighter
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ineveryspaceandtime Ā· 6 months ago
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via @ellis_platten: New shirt shopping soon šŸ«”
classicshirts x MilesKaneMusic
šŸšØšŸšØšŸšØ new miles video coming soon!! šŸšØšŸšØšŸšØ
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viximillarumvitarum Ā· 10 months ago
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Just watched TG:M on a flight. There was turbulence for the last hour, and it turned into quite the immersive experience.
Next, I think Iā€™ll try watching on a beach in Coronado and hope for the best.
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blaugranartista Ā· 4 months ago
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Alejandro balde Miles Morales es blaugrana? šŸ«¢
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bacusdraculacape Ā· 4 months ago
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Just posted a Milex One-Shot to my AO3 & Wattpad hehe!
Title: Constantly - A Milex One-Shot
Logline: Alex and Miles get cosy with their canine son Maxie :)
COVER (collaged together and titles added by me):
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selunesfavouriteprincess Ā· 3 months ago
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okay but itā€™s like. if Laeā€™zel was in the modern day sheā€™d be the top of all her classes (beating Gale who would be so fucking mad about it), on every sports team, head of the prom committee, just constant after-school activities, total overachiever, and she will not accept being second place to anybody. meanwhile Karlach is on every sports team but she doesnā€™t really want to be, she just wants to do sport for fun and hang out with her friends, but the head of P.E. made her join because sheā€™s good at it. unfortunately getting mad about it makes her compete better. Shadowheart grew up in a weird church and was definitely homeschooled for most of her life and is only in a mainstream school for sixth form because her weird church want her to recruit new members (she sucks at convincing people the church is good). sometimes she says fucking insane things totally seriously and everyone in the class goes what the fuck. Wyll is a very nice empathetic boy who tries to get along with everyone including Shadowheart even though she roleplays warrior cats at lunchtime and Laeā€™zel even though she threatens to murder him if he gets a higher grade in the debate than her, and it blindsides everyone when they find out his dad is the Head Teacher. Gale would be taking five A-Levels instead of three or four solely for the academic clout it brings him. Astarion should have graduated ten years ago and nobody knows why heā€™s still here. Withers is the school nurse.
#idk why I wrote this or even why I thought of it but here you go#bg3 secondary school au apparently#also there wasnā€™t enough room to add:#Shads walks the mile in P.E. and got put in lunchtime remedial swimming lessons she doesnā€™t go to#Wyll gets asked to be on school council every year because heā€™s popular and well-liked and his dad is the Head but he keeps turning it down#heā€™s also nice to the dinner ladies and they give him extra helpings because they love him#Viconia phones the school almost daily to keep track of Shadowheartā€™s progress and everyone is fucking sick of her#Jaheira is the teacher all the gays flock to#Minsc is the school groundskeeper and thereā€™s a running bet on whether Boo is real or not because nobody has ever seen him#(except Shads because she likes to sit under the tree at the end of the field and sometimes Boo sits with her but nobody asked her)#is Laeā€™zel Paris from gilmore girls? no comment.#Karlach really just wants to be on the football team and nothing else. sheā€™s goalie.#Wyll is on a couple of sports teams because he wants to hang out with Karlach and sheā€™s always busy with sport but itā€™s not really his thin#*thing#however he is in every school musical and he fucking loves that shit#Gale was definitely the smartest in his old school and then when he moved for sixth form he isnā€™t top of the class any more#and itā€™s causing him some Mental Distress#Arabella is one of those kids in primary school who are super smart in a certain subject and put in the gifted class and they do monthly#field trips to the secondary school and Gale volunteers to help teach year 7-8 level topics to them#Minthara runs the maths department like itā€™s the fucking navy
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hangmanbradshaw Ā· 2 months ago
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HI BABY
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uhbasicallyjustmilex Ā· 3 months ago
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Title: The Tradition of You and Me
Pairing: Alex Turner/Miles Kane
Summary: One summer, Alex and Miles watch the Euro Cup together. It becomes something of a tradition. Tags: Fluff, Smut, Developing Relationship
āØÆ . āŗ āœ¦ āŠ¹ ź™³ āŗ ā€§ āØÆ. āŗ āœ¦ āŠ¹ . * ź™³ āœ¦ āŠ¹
so a couple of months ago @daddy-long-legssss made this post about miles and alex watching the euro cup together in miles's mr bridger designs and... well, this happened. it was meant to be a short drabble fic, but it's me, so naturally feelings got involved and it's now 4,000+ words šŸ˜…
i know it's been taking forever for me to post the next chapter of four walls (i'm so sorry, it really is SO nearly there, but it probably will still be about a week before it's actually ready for posting), so i thought i'd share this in the meantime! i hope you enjoy, if you feel like it then feedback would absolutely make my day šŸ„°
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illarian-rambling Ā· 1 month ago
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I think the most American thing I've ever done as a writer is google "miles to football fields conversion"
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nicoscheer Ā· 5 months ago
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A bit of shirt shopping with Ellis
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I canā€™t properly deal with the way he went from I to [] like he got BROAD
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