Miles Morales 42 - Blog Posts

AP Chem

Summary: admiring Miles is your favourite way to pass time! Characters/Pairing: E42!Miles x reader Word Count: 325 Warnings: Mention of death, stress A/N: No authors note :))

There is something about watching Miles do his AP Chem homework that has your stomach fluttering. He's leaning over his desk, brows furrowed deep and tip for his tongue slightly peeking through his lips in concentration. He doesn't look as stressed as he usually does, despite what the crease in his forehead might say. He suddenly isn't the Prowler. He's just a 15-year-old boy, doing his chemistry homework that he left to the last minute.

You know he's the Prowler. You knew the minute he came home with a bruise on his face. He couldn't lie to you, not when you had been friends for so many years, and more than friends for over a year now. You tended to his wounds. You stood by him during his grieving, protecting him as he protected his family. You were that barrier that stopped him from growing up even faster; a reminder to him that he was still a teenager, one in need of love and care. Despite his stone-cold look, he was still that same kid that loves his mama and papa more than anything and wanted nothing more than to impress his uncle. The one that dreamt of freedom from his father yet longed for the safety of his hugs. The one that wouldn't let anyone, but his mama braid his hair, claiming that no one else did it the way he liked.

There was a soft call of your name. You realised you had been staring at him, blinking a few times as you came through from your thoughts. "Hm?" You hummed sweetly, that gentle smile on your face. Miles only managed to shake his head lightly, having stood from his chair and sat beside you on his bed. "Said, you could always take a photo. It'll last longer." He winked.

"You are such a shithead!" You laughed, grabbing a pillow and throwing it towards his chest. He caught it effortlessly, laughing with you.

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.

he is still Miles, she is still Rio🥰

I struggled for so long on this one but I’m on that art grind rn ‼️💪 rlly happy with the lighting of this one despite all the mistakes I made lol. Original panel I based it off of is from into the spider verse!!