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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 heās yours and yours only at the end of the day.
A/N: this is a rushed ass wip that i wanted to finish, so donāt expect muchš
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 wouldāve 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 wouldāve 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 couldnāt 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 heād wake up and raise his head towards the sky to utter a prayer, thanking a god that he didnāt 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 wasnāt about to leave the building with a crumpled suit, that wouldnāt 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 heād 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 didnāt 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 didnāt 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, heād love to say that he had gotten used to it now after a year of living through it. Though heād 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 canāt 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 āI 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 itās 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 canāt even grasp.Ā
A sudden movement strays from the others, and it catches Miles' attention. If it wasnāt for the blinding flashes of the paparazzi and the thousands of screeching fans, he wouldāve 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. YouāreĀ 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, youāre shocked when he motions for you to grab onto his hand.
Sure, yours and Milesā relationship was never kept at bay from anyone. Youād been with him since before his fame, and heād be a loser to keep you in the dark now that he was famous, with your consent of course. It wasnāt unusual that Milesā would often get questions about you during interviews, and youād often find yourself smiling at the TV as you watched him answer them with pride.Ā
Though this was different. Youād 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 cameraās. Youād seen the way theyād flash attack your boyfriend from behind the closed car windows, and sometimes you feared that theyād end up snapping a shitty picture of you, post it and then youād get burnt on the internet.
The web wasnāt a nice place and you knew it, plus with the thousands and jealousy-infected women out there, you just knew that the things theyād say were going to be more than nasty. Though as you watched Milesā āthereās no pressureā smile and his soft hand reaching out to you, you decided to push those fears away.Ā
āHey 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 couldnāt 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.
āhey..ā You were clad in a skintight, dark blue dress that had been gifted to you by none other than Miles. Heād smooth talk you through the āhereās 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 didnāt 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 didnāt 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 heād angled the both of you to face them, instead of trying to shy away. He didnāt want to hide you, and he wasnāt. 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 heāll only ever be with you, as mean as it sounds.Ā
You didnāt 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 thatād be a magazine-cover drama for another week.Ā
For now, youād 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 limousineās tactile screen. The music was a little too loud for his taste, but thatād be something that you could care about tomorrow morning. For now, youād be too busy enjoying the tunes of Remaās Charm with Miles to bother about anything else.Ā
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IK thereās not much actual footballer!miles but this is just some sort of intro to the AU, if i choose to continue itā¦
#miles morales x reader#miles morales#earth 42 miles morales x reader#footballer!miles morales#footballer!miles#miles morales fluff#earth 42 miles x reader#miles morales x you#atspv
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punkflower where hobie loves the morales family, loves how theyāre becoming HIS family.
still, the first time jeff calls him āsonā, he has such a visceral reaction.
he knows itās coming from a good place and he knows he should be touched, but heās only ever been called son in a condescending way. in a āknow 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 āāscuse meā.
he hears rioās concerned call of his name, sees the confusion and dread on jeffās face right before he turns and leaves. he doesnāt stop until heās up on the roof, ducking into the bottom of the water tower and collapsing into a corner.
stupid. itās 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, itās him that breaks the silence.
āiām sorry,ā he offers, and cringes. his voice is thick like rusted metal, scratchy in his throat. itās scraping up against old wounds that never really healed, pulling at scabs to draw fresh blood, and it stings. āmāsorry, i justā heāsāā it feels damning to even say these words, but itās the truth, and hobieās never been a good liar.
doesnāt mean itās not eating him alive, though.
āheās still a cop, miles,ā he chokes out, guilt winching around his lungs like a parasite, āand the last time a cop called me sonāā hobieās breath shudders out of his lungs as miles crawls into his space, ducking his head beneath hobieās arm to press the punkās face to his chest.
āi know,ā miles murmurs, wrapping his fingers around hobieās nape as hobie scrunches a desperate fist into the back of his shirt. āi know. i understand.ā
hobie doesnāt think he really does, but thatās okay. if hobie has any say in it, miles will never have to go through what he did and understand what itās like.
his voice is meek as he asks, āare they mad?ā
āācourse not.ā miles clicks his tongue, gently admonishing, like itās a fact hobie should know by now; his fingers trace gentle circles into hobieās skin. ājust worried. hope you know my mamaās 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 jeffās face still haunts him, burned front and centre into his mindās eye like an afterimage. āand your dad?ā he feels miles go still, doesnāt resist as his boyfriend pulls back to look hobie in the eye. his voice is terribly gentle.
āhe understands. itās okay.ā
hobie doesnāt think itās okay. it doesnāt feel very okay. jeff had disliked him at first and reasonably so; heās 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 milesās 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
āhobie.ā
miles calls his attention back, and he looks up into wide, dark eyes. his heart burns.
āhe knows what youāve been through. he knows how much youāve grown.ā miles huffs a soft laugh, rubbing his thumb against hobieās hairline. ādo you remember that time we went to your concert?ā
hobie nods; he doesnāt think he can speak just yet.
āyou 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 boyfriendās dad he had to out-hip all the other guys his age.ā
something twists in hobieās chest. āheās the coolest old man i know.ā he pauses, frowning. āmaybe after peter b.ā
miles laughs again, quietly. āhe cares about you.ā
hobie doesnāt doubt that. heād 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.
hobieās 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 couldnāt 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. sheās 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.
hobieās lips twist in a smile. an iām sorry and an itās okay wrapped in one.
and maybe it really is okay, because when jeff comes around to squeeze them all together, hobie canāt help his relieved sigh as he thinks, this is what familyās supposed to feel like, certain as the next deep breath he takes and comforting like the broad hand that squeezes his shoulder.
fin.
#punkflower#hobie brown#miles morales#across the spiderverse#atsv#flowerpunk#miles x hobie#spiderverse#i love them so fucking much#jeff and rio care so much for this scrawny boy their son loves#hobieās probably never had a proper father figure but as soon as jeff accepts him BAM#heās getting dragged into talk about football and elections and the system#and heās absolutely gobsmacked bcs jeff CARES about his opinion#rio and miles are peeking at them from around the corner and high-fiving
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Ignore the bad recording but Glen only filming 10 minutes of that scene omg š
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miles kane shopping (adorably) for retro football shirts ā”
#he's so lovely i can't even copeeee š©#his energy is just magnetic āØ#i literally couldn't care less about football but this video still made my afternoon#sorry some of the quality in these is a bit wobbly#the quality in the video is very patchy which isn't ideal for gif making#but also i couldn't not gif these#gorgeous gorgeous man š#and little maxie too š„ŗš„ŗ#miles kane#omb era#tlsp#my gifs#lulu posts
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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.
#17776#20020#my art#ten 17776#juice 17776#what football will look like in the future#just to clarify: I do not ship them romantically Iām just insane about their relationship as depicted in canon#they are literally immortal space probes who watch football together#ten spent a whole month telling juice that she was 4399696005807 miles from the sun (now itās 4399696005849. now itās 439969005889. now it-#they are so silly !#anyway I may draw nine again sorry for not including them in this one
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fc barcelona femenĆ squad š
#unserious fc is back again#same women that topped the league by miles btw#fc barcelona#woso#fc barcelona femeni#fcb femenĆ#woso community#barca femeni#futfem#barcelona femeni#football
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When Miles laughs the sun truly does shine just that much brighter
#24/07/2024#miles kane#What I wanna know is does he just randomly record scenes#or is he literally such an absolute fucking sweetheart that he rewinds the scenes just for us to also see them š„¹#Iām putting a LOT of money on the latter#I was NOT prepared for the footballers stalking š#not the misspelt litterally š
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via @ellis_platten: New shirt shopping soon š«”
classicshirts x MilesKaneMusic
šØšØšØ new miles video coming soon!! šØšØšØ
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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 Iāll try watching on a beach in Coronado and hope for the best.
#top gun maverick#top gun: maverick#dog fight football#beach scene#tom cruise#miles teller#glen powell#pete maverick mitchell#jake hangman seresin#bradley rooster bradshaw
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Alejandro balde Miles Morales es blaugrana? š«¢
#fc barca#fc barcelona#fc barƧa#fcb#football#la masia#alejandro balde#gavi#pedri#pedri gonzalez#pablo gavi#miles morales#across the spiderverse#spiderman#into the spider verse
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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):
AO3 link:
WATTPAD link:
#milex#tlsp#alex turner#miles kane#bacusdraculacape#arctic monkeys#am#onemamband#fanfiction#wattpad#ao3#milex fanfiction#alex turner fanfic#miles kane fanfic#milex one shot#milex fanfic#maxie kane#fluff#fluffiness#italian football#the picture of dorian gray#oscar wilde#constantly#š#happy july post pride month :(#books & libraries
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okay but itās like. if Laeāzel was in the modern day sheād 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 doesnāt 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 sheās 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 Laeāzel 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 heās 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 wasnāt enough room to add:#Shads walks the mile in P.E. and got put in lunchtime remedial swimming lessons she doesnāt go to#Wyll gets asked to be on school council every year because heās popular and well-liked and his dad is the Head but he keeps turning it down#heās 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 Shadowheartās progress and everyone is fucking sick of her#Jaheira is the teacher all the gays flock to#Minsc is the school groundskeeper and thereās 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 Laeāzel Paris from gilmore girls? no comment.#Karlach really just wants to be on the football team and nothing else. sheās goalie.#Wyll is on a couple of sports teams because he wants to hang out with Karlach and sheās always busy with sport but itās 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 isnāt top of the class any more#and itās 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 itās the fucking navy
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HI BABY
#glad I made it home just in time for this#miles teller#football stuff#itās giving Bradley is invited to this to discuss Jakeās game
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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
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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 š
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 š„°
#idk what came over me with writing this tbh#i don't normally do fluff or established/developing relationships#and i know next to nothing about football#but here we are š¤·āāļø#and honestly i had the best time!#i very much hope you enjoy it too š#i did the final edits to this while i was ill with a cold so please forgive any last errors!#milex#milex fanfic#milex fanfiction#tlsp#the last shadow puppets#alex turner#miles kane#lulu posts
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I think the most American thing I've ever done as a writer is google "miles to football fields conversion"
#idk i just thought something would pop up#normally I measure things in meters because ik how long an olympic sized swimming pool is#but things get hazy over 100 meters so i gotta switch to miles#there are these weird distance gaps between 10ft and 25 meters/100 meters and 1 mile where i dont have any reference#so i cant tell how long anything is because i cant visualize it#eh anyways football fields are a valid system of measurement in my mind cause i can visualize one#writing#writerscommunity#writblr
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A bit of shirt shopping with Ellis
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I canāt properly deal with the way he went from I to [] like he got BROAD
#I was absolutely NOT kicking my feet through that video no no way#Maxies little barks and yips š„¹š„¹š„¹#I love how physically touchy Miles is with everyone#ciao ciao bye#Im having a panic attack šš (he so knew that was a trick question and tried not to step on any toes)#Not Miles getting absolutely distracted by every shirt and forgetting about the questions š„¹#Not Miles loving that white Italian shirt (7:12) but hating the name on the back and then#literally using basically the exact same design for his own Mod/italia clothing line š¤£š¤£#Miles becoming absolutely awkward when meeting Baggio is so adorable cause usually itās just us all bashful and overwhelmed#but heās the exact same when meeting his hero and being a bit embarrassed about himself is so sweet#of course heās a John Cena fan boy š„¹š„¹#Youtube#not Miles repeatedly mentioning heās 38 now so he gets to make old man noises and behave like one š„¹š„¹š¤£#also how cool is it that a few footballers of that Greek club came to his show and gave him the shirt#also not him buying that Italian jacket and not even two weeks later also buying the official EM italia retro jacket š¤£#love his adhd ass#absolutely unfocused shopping eyes#but still always managing/remembering to answer all questions despite some delay
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