Miles G Morales - Blog Posts

Summary: Miles is grieving and you're the best distraction Characters/Pairing: e42!Miles x fem!reader Word Count: 492 Warnings: use of mami, minor mention of grief, un-edited A/N: None

You'd think with the constant fear and adrenaline rushing through your blood that time might just grace you by moving the slightest bit faster. Yet here you were, clutching your bag tightly as you speed walked through dangerous streets to your boyfriend's house. It was closer than your own and you didn't exactly feel like getting anyone's unsolved illegal business.

'u home yet, mami?'

The text sent shivers down your spine. Miles may have been a dry texter, but that didn't mean you weren't excited to see him, especially with the drama that occurred at work. The sweetest of smiles came to your face as your feet moved even faster.

'just around the corner <3'

Your hands fumbled with the door, using your cut of keys to open it. Once stepping inside you shut the door behind you and made sure to lock it, stuffing the keys back into your bag. You kicked your shoes off and made your way upstairs.

"Miles! I'm back!" You called out, the silence almost unnerving. It wasn't until you heard that familiar base line of a song that your shoulders relaxed. You walked up behind the chair your boyfriend sat on. Your bag was now next to the door, half fallen on the floor. Draping your arms over his chest you leaned in to kiss his cheek. He grew tense for a moment before lifting his headphones off his head and looking up at you.

"Don't sneak up like that." He huffed through his nostrils.

"It's okay, baby." You smiled, pressing your lips to his other cheek, "You know it's just me."

He shook his head. His paranoia would get the better of him some days and you knew that. On days where it was worse, you often found yourself situated in his lap, pressing kisses against his face. Even if Miles wouldn't admit it, he had always enjoyed the feeling of your arms around him. The comfort that came with it.. it was to die for.

"You good, baby? You're quieter than usual." You asked, brows furrowing. "That a new design?" You peaked over his shoulder, glancing at his most recent drawing. Miles instinctively covered it with a blank piece of paper. You were confused, but didn't question.

"Yeah, mami. I'm fine. C'mere." He hummed, spinning the chair once you had taken a small step back. He patted his knee once and within a few seconds you were pulled into his lap. He rested his head in the crook of your neck.

"I just need you." He whispered against your ear. He sounded so sad. It left your heart aching. You understood the weight of his father's death had been pulling him down recently, and some days he couldn't find the words to speak about it.

"You don't need to talk to me. But I'll be here when you're ready.." you whispered to him, kissing his temple.

Sometimes the silence was just what he needed.

Runway Model

Summary: Hobie was surprised when you asked him to model some of your own designs, but he was not going to pass up on the occasion. Characters/Pairings: Hobie x GN!Reader Word Count: 276 Warnings: minor mention of blood, fluff

Both of you were half asleep. Hobie's arm was drapes across your stomach, head resting into the crook of your neck when the words slipped past your lips.

"You should try my designs.. I mean, they're not too different from your style and I think they should fit.." you rambled. God, he loved it when you rambled. He'd silence you with a soft kiss to the neck, the cool metal of his lip ring sending soft shudders down your spine. He could practically hear your racing heart beat.

"would luv to, babes." He'd reply, that knowing grin on his face at the slight flutter within your chest.

The next morning comes with the smell of coffee and bleeding fingers. Perhaps caffeine and sewing needles wasn't a good combination at 6am? The only reason you were up was because you couldn't sleep to begin with.

By the time it was 7am the outfit, still half done but at least fitted to Hobie's height, was showing progress. And by the time it was complete, Hobie was amazed.

There was something about the fact that your literal blood, sweat and tears having been put into this singular outfit impressed him. It was probably the dedication that came with it. He tried it on as soon as possible.

Although he was stoic, he also had a knack for jokes. He'd strut down your shared hallway, flashing poses and mischievous grins that would entice giggles from your throat. It had his own stomach fluttering.

Hobie Brown would do anything for you.

Miles²

@ask-the-prowler

Hiiii Nine

"Miles and Miles G are literally Sonic and Shadow!" SHUT UP. THEY ARE TAILS AND NINE.

In Nine's universe, the Eggmen took over the world. Just like the sinister six took over Earth 42.

At least in my mind, the phrase "he's just like Tails, he's just a little.. angsty!" fits Miles G perfectly

"Tails" and "Nine" are just nicknames. Their real name is "MILES PROWER"

he is still Miles, she is still Rio🥰

🫵🏼MILES G IS JASON TODD-CODED TRUTHER!!!!Tysm for saying it,you're objectively correct🩷

YES THANK YOU HE IS! Like I do not think I’m the first to say it but it needed to be said bc I love making parallels and linking my favourite medias together! Another opinion- Hobie is much more similar to Ekko than Miles is, but powder from the other dimension was kinda similar to Gwen which I think is where it comes from. Like her universes Ekko could well be like miles but our Ekko? Much more like Hobie