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Rush hour | 42!Miles x reader

Pt2

BZZT BZZT.

Your phone buzzes incessantly underneath your pillow, noise muffled and faint, but loud enough to stir you awake. Groaning, you try to peel your eyes open reaching out for your phone, seeing a caller id. You rub your eyes in an attempt to clear the sleep away and check who's calling you at this godforsaken hour.

You try clearing your throat before picking up, and pressing the answer call button.

“Hello?” Your voice rumbles and cracks, throat dry from sleep.

“Hey Mami, guess I woke you up huh? Sorry I uh-”

“Miles? It’s like-” You interrupt him, stopping mid sentence to check the time on your watch before resuming.

“It’s like 2am, I just fell asleep like an hour ago. Can I help you with anything?”

You finish tiredly and sarcastically, and you hear his voice faintly from your phone, softly laughing. ‘Asshole.’

“Sorry, sorry. I was going to say I didn’t mean to call you and message you instead. Just finished washing the dishes and water got to the screen. Besides, you didn’t text me when you got home.” Miles says quietly into the phone, as to not put you in a bad enough mood.

“What am I? Your kid? And why the hell are you doing dishes this late?” You groan, putting Miles on speaker, before laying on your back, putting your phone on your chest so he could hear you while laying down.

“Hey, I was just worried is all. Wouldn’t want my science partner getting hurt or anything, my grades are on the line here.” He jokes.

“And to answer your question,” Pausing briefly, searching for what to properly say, before resuming.

“I had a lot to eat with my family today. Celebrated my dad’s promotion and took my sweet time getting the oil out of the food. Paper plates used or not, there’s always a pile of dishes after the celebration.” Miles says, voice filled with adoration and love for his family, yet sour at the same time.

“That's gross.” You rasp a response,

“Congratulations on the promotion, guess you went from server boy to dish boy.”

“Ha ha, very funny.” He breathes out, and you chuckle at your joke.

“Uh, I actually was going to text you if you were free because of that, I needed help with getting the cake from the shop and to our place.”

“Wow, what a way to invite me Morales.” You reply sarcastically.

“Hey, it’s not my fault the only good places with cake are near your place. Besides, I was planning on inviting you if you did come with me. The cake ended up a bit mish mashed. Dad wasn’t happy about it, especially mom.”

“Smooth, what a responsible and respectable son you are. Did you even think of picking it up ahead of time?”

“That's what Ma said! Ugh, I swear you’re just like her. You’d probably bond over what kind of pens you both use or something.” He says, defeated.

“Hey, can’t blame a girl for loving stationary. No wonder why your paper’s somewhat ripped at times, always using the worst kinds of pens on high quality paper.” You inform Miles.

“Yeah yeah, pen lover nerd or whatever.” Is what you hear from Miles, before you start struggling to keep your eyes open, going in and out of consciousness trying to listen to what Miles is saying, and just opting to respond with a hum.

Your eyes eventually close. Sleep and fatigue winning over your tired body. Miles’ talking only helped lull you to sleep even further.

You wake up once again, annoyed thinking it was Miles accidentally calling you again, as you aggressively search for your phone while your eyes are still shut. Determined to get the sleep you’re trying to get. Eventually giving up on having to pat around your bed, you peel open your eyes and look around for your phone, the noise growing louder and more annoying by the minute.

You tsk, it’s just your alarm.

Clicking it off, you notice Miles’ texts and calls, and you eventually glance at the time. 7:00am.

Shit. You’re late for class, and you’re still in bed, phone in hand, not even properly showered, nor in your uniform.

You scramble off your bed hurriedly, opting to get dressed, combing your hair, brushing your teeth, and you don't bother to waste anymore time with a shower. Instead, you opt to wash your face instead to feel fresh and rid yourself from sleep.

Coming down the stairs, you frantically check yourself to see if there's anything else you forgot, before pocketing your phone and house keys, putting on a jacket to possibly hide yourself, and skip over breakfast. Grabbing your backpack and lunchbox, sprinting out towards the door, you don’t even notice that your mom was home sipping coffee at the table, and before you do, you do a double take and stop halfway out the doorway, and jog back to her to give her a quick peck on the cheek. She smiles in acknowledgement, and waves you away.

Now you’re off.

Bumping into people, tripping and almost slipping face first, you power through the crowd. Your steps get stopped when a car appears out of seemingly nowhere, frozen on the spot like a deer in the headlights.

“Be careful!” Someone yells, pulling your backpack alongside you back and away from the road.

“You could’ve gotten hit! Watch where you’re going kid!” You glance up, and it was Officer Davis. He lets go of you once you finally find your bearings, and you try to stammer out an apology, but not before you glance at your watch. Your eyes widen in shock, and you think you’ve wasted enough time on this.

“I-i gotta go, sorry!”

So despite your manners you run away as soon as the road is clear, you’ll say you’re sorry properly to Officer Davis next time. In the meantime, there are more important things on your mind.

“Damn kids.” Officer Davis mutters under his breath, shaking his head in disappointment, watching you run off to school. You kind of remind him of his own son.

“Finally!” You quietly exclaim to yourself, and you pant, finally making it to the school gate. Groggily, you start walking to your locker to get your books and proceed to your first period. Your legs feel like they’re on fire but not at the same time. Your sweat is cold, contrasting to your warm skin, as you slowly open the classroom door.

Great, everyone’s looking at you. Glancing at your teacher before he waves you off and continues his lecture, you walk to the only free seat available at the back of the classroom, head down in shame as to hide yourself.

You take out your half empty water bottle from the inside of your bag, you gulp down what's remaining and try to maintain your composure. Steadying your breaths, wiping the sweat beading off you with yesterday’s handkerchief, patting your head down for any hair that may be out of place, and fixing up your uniform.

The first period is just homeroom, so you opt not to listen, instead you pull out your earphones at the front pocket of your bag, and play some music while you bury yourself in your arms.

Hearing faint shuffling going on the side, you open your eyes to check what the sound is.

“Hey.” Miles whispers at you, trying not to draw attention to the both of you. You don’t reply to him, only taking one earphone out your ear to hear him properly, before humming as a response to him.

“Was waiting for you at the gate, what happened?” He asks, and you only grumble at him as a response, obviously not in the mood to talk.

He leans a bit into you, “Sorry for keeping you up last night I-” He stops, noticing that people are staring at him, and he acts as if he was searching for something. Moving from side to side, before pretending to feel his pockets and pulling out a pen.

Apparently he was called by the teacher to answer a question, so he clears his throat from embarrassment, and answers. Of course, being the model student that he is, he got the answer right, and the class resumes as normal.

You mindlessly start scribbling patterns onto the desk chair while you look at the board, tired and unamused out of your mind. Miles discreetly passes over a piece of paper to you that's folded up.

Unfolding the paper, it reads,

Hey mami, sorry about last night again. I didn’t mean to keep you up and call you. Let me make it up to you after school with ice cream?

The paper says, with a small drawing of you and an ice cream floating above you inside a thought bubble.

Pulling out your chewed up pen from your bag, you reply with a grin on your face.

Your treat! , you scribbled down, before doodling doodling Miles taking out his wallet to pay for the ice cream.

Passing it back to Miles he lets out an amused sigh from his nose, before he starts drawing onto the paper again. Doodling back and forth, passing papers, silent giggles at the back of the class, you and Miles don’t even bother listening or trying to be discreet at this point.

The whole time in class it was just silent exchange with one another, along with paper shuffling that fills the void of silence between the both of you.

Class shortly ends before you two have to go on another period. The day was so mundane, but made fun just by being with Miles. Each period Miles tries to help you cheer up, small jokes, insults at the idiots that surround you, and just by being close with you. You felt, happy.

Is this what having an actual friend is? If so, having one feels nice. Really nice. Being by yourself is nice and all, but you can’t always be alone with your thoughts. Slowly but surely your social battery starts to run out, and it seems that it goes the same for Miles.

And by lunchtime, you and Miles just sit silently together loitering at the stairs as people move around and pass by the both of you. Both of you are not in the mood to sit at a packed cafeteria with noisy students.

You sit a stair up from Miles, and your eyes start to bore into his hair. It looks nice, well taken care of, combed through properly, healthy.

You start to reach out to his hair without thinking, taking random strands and you start to part a portion of his hair, and Miles flinches.

“Mami, what are you doing up there?” He asks, head maneuvering back to look up at you, and the portion of the hair in your hands slips away.

“Bored, wanted to braid your hair. Is that okay?” You ask, tilting your head a bit to the side questioningly.

His eyes widen a bit, and he bites the inside off his cheek, before he looks back forward.

“Yeah, just be careful okay? Kind of got a sensitive scalp, I like to keep my hair natural, yknow? So I'm not used to all the tugging and combing.” He states, before he rests his face on his hand, closing his eyes. Being fully vulnerable to you.

You smile, starting to gather the hair once more clumsily, not used to handling other people’s hair. You start to comb through his hair and separate it into three strands, and attempt to even out each strand that you made, before you eventually start to overlap it with one another, slowly but surely braiding it. Miles slowly starts to drift off as you braid his hair, he feels relaxed.

By the time you’re done, the bell for the next period starts to near as you check your watch, and you finish the braids off by tying the ends with strings you found inside your bag. Only ever bringing one hairband since you always manage to lose them either way.

It was sloppy work, each of the braids varies, from loose to tight, and has several flyaway strands in each of it. It wasn’t the best you’ve done, but not the worst, though a little wonky and uneven. Despite that, you felt proud, and pulled out a small pocket mirror inside your bag.

“Miles, do you like it? It's not the best, but I honestly think it suits you! You should get your hair styled more often.” You asked Miles, putting a hand on his shoulder putting the small mirror in front of him, in order to show your hard work, not noticing his eyes were closed.

“Huh?” He starts to stir, rubbing his eyes, taking a glance at his reflection, before looking back. He looked, alright. He didn’t want to hurt your feelings and say it was kind of sloppy, but you weren’t wrong about it suiting him.

Maybe he’d take his mom’s offer on getting his hair styled for once.

The bell rings, fulling waking Miles, before you both have to eventually get up and head to science period.

Coming into class, he gets some stares about his hair, but no one questions or says anything about it. Opting to mind their own business, and you both sat down in time with Miss Calleros coming in the classroom.

“Okay class, just a reminder, if your group partner does not help with you, please let me know. I’ve had several complaints, and I just wanted to remind any of you in case there are anyone else that I didn't get to address.” Miss Calleros says, and it reminds you of the project with Miles again. ‘Shit, when do we start on the project again? Saturday?’ you ask yourself, internally panicking and stress creeps into you.

Looking at your watch, the date on it, indicating that today was ‘Friday.’. And you physically relax into your chair, and Miles side glances at your sudden demeanor questionably, as he fiddles with the right side of the braid you made.

“I also want to advise the class that it’s better to start in advance, since you will be needing certain criteria's and questions answered that I will be giving for all of you. I’ve also taken down the deadline to next week friday,”

And that makes your heart drop. You and Miles have not started on it at all, and the questions that Miss Calleros gave out are most likely not easy to answer, knowing Miss Calleros’ way of teaching. You look at Miles, eyes filled with panic and stress, and he keeps his lips tight, eyebrows furrowed and he starts to twirl the braid on his finger faster.

“This can help show if the student has a deeper understanding on the topic or just a surface level knowledge. Remember to use your own way of definition, I don’t want to have to consult each partner, so be mindful.”

Miss Calleros finishes, and she starts to flip through the textbook on her table. You groan to yourself, head down in defeat as you pull out your pen and note notebook.

Miles is probably just as stressed as you are.

“Uuughh, Miles,” You state, dragging out his name as both of you start walking away from your lockers. School day is done, and school works to worry about.

Miles only glances back at you as you try to catch up to him, grabbing onto the sleeve of his uniform stopping him in his tracks.

“Miles! We’ve got to start tomorrow on the science project. This is stressing me out.” You state, letting go of his sleeve and you both start to walk together. Miles only sighs, and shakes his head, looking at you with a frown.

“Calm down Mami, we still have time.” He says nonchalantly.

“Calm down? What happened to your ‘grades being super important’ to you?” You nag, doing air quotes with your fingers.

“Besides, I know you’re probably worried about it too. It’s better to just get it over with. I still have some work to do, so maybe we could meet around like 12?” As if Miles already agreed with both of you starting tomorrow, you start to think of plans and start muttering and contemplating to yourself about which works are to be done today and tomorrow so you don't have to stress over the project adding onto more side schoolwork. Old habits die hard.

“Yeah yeah, fine. 12 works for me Mami.” He says, putting an end to your rambling as soon as you hear his voice.

Both of you start to part your ways, thinking that Miles will still be by your side following you, but when you looked to your side to try and talk to Miles, he wasn’t there. You felt stupid, not even noticing he wasn’t by your side?

You look back and see Miles standing there, hands inside his pockets with a grin on his face, his messy braids still intact. He begins to walk up to you, now at your side. You look at him puzzled, he sees your reaction and he only smiles at you.

“I’ll walk you home Mami, and in the meantime we can work out the things for the project, hm?”

He says, ice cream long forgotten.

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type2beat · 2 years ago

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─ ⊹ ⊱ IN THE HEAT OF IT ALL

e-42!miles x fem!reader

summary after having an argument with miles, you get mad as to why he always brings up your plushies while you guys are arguing. so, you threw them all away.

request by @friedturtlewhispers ! i accidentally posted this without writing actual story, so sorry your request got deleted 😭

a/n this is a continuation of the 42!miles headcanon from these headcanons! i’m a sucker for angst so ofc i has to write this 🤷‍♀️

warnings angst to fluff, cursing

“Ma, you’re the one who sleeps with stuffed animals at night.”

You two have been fighting over God knows what for at least 30 minutes, and whenever he brought up the fact that you sleep with stuffed animals at night pisses you off. You scoffed, stuck your middle finger up at him, and went to his doorway.

“Fuck you, Miles.” That was all you said before you walked out of his bedroom, and out his apartment door.

New York at night was chilly, so as you left the building you silently cursed to yourself. You forgot your jacket again, as it was hot during the day but then it cooled down. Luckily, your apartment building was only a block away, so it wasn’t that bad of a walk.

His words still rang through your head. That was his only comeback nowadays ever since he found out. You thought he hated it, for how much he teased you about sleeping with the stuffed animals. But secretly, though he would never admit it, he found it cute that you do. It made him happy seeing you happy, although you weren’t feeling it right now.

You thought actually sleeping with them bothered him, so as your mind was overflowing with rage, you did the petty thing.

You threw them all away.

Well, not really. You just stuffed them all in a bag and put it in your closet. But, it felt like you did because your once overfilled bed was now empty, the only thing on it was your clothes, pillows, and obvious blankets.

Your phone was blowing from texts and calls from Miles. You looked over at it and rolled your eyes. You put your phone on do not disturb, charged it, and then got in bed. All you needed right now was some rest, so you closed your eyes and tried to fall asleep. Though, it was hard without at least one thing to hold.

Miles on the other hand, was freaking out. He was pacing around his room angrily, you guys never ended on bad terms. You would always make up, because he knew how important it was for you to have closure. He wanted to make this relationship work, and right now he felt like he was failing it.

“Pick up the phone, Y/N,” he mumbled, silently cursing everytime it went straight to voicemail. He groaned and left his room, saying a quick goodbye to his mom before leaving the apartment.

He walked, practically ran to your apartment where he barged in because you forgot to lock the door. Your parents were out on a work trip right now, so he reminded himself to scold you later on this. But for now, his only priority was to set things right and make it up to you.

He slowly opened your bedroom door, from the light being off he figured you were asleep. That was all until you turned around to look at the light that was entering your room, and groaned when you saw Miles standing in your doorway. “Fuck off.”

He scoffed and made his way towards you, “That’s no way to talk to me, now is it?” He joked, though you weren’t having it.

“What the hell are you doing here, Miles.” You turned away from him, so he couldn’t see the anger that was still looming on your face.

“Whatchu think I’m here for? I’m here to make it up to you. We’re not leaving on bad terms, and I swear by that.”

You didn’t respond, and that left Miles quiet. He observed the position you were in, and noticed your bed looked different.

“Ma, where’s all your stuffed animals?” He asked, concern in his voice. He shuffled around your bed, looking over you and looking at the end of your bed.

“Gone,” you mumbled. He paused in his tracks, looking over at you even though you couldn’t see him. Your back was facing the wall, so he immediately turned you around to face him.

“Fuck you mean gone?”

“I mean, gone, Miles. Like, they’re not here.” He was shocked, you loved those things more than anything. He looked around your room, for any sign of them.

None.

“I’ll be right back,” he mumbled before hurrying out of the room. You rolled your eyes and turned around in your bed again, feeling slightly bad that you lied to him.

However, Miles was going to the nearest store to get you something. He walked down the aisles of the store, searching for the perfect plushie. He grimaced at all of them, as they all looked unintentionally creepy. He decided on a pink teddy bear, as it looked the most tame and he knew how much you liked teddy bears. He went up to the register and paid for it, then rushed back to your apartment.

You were almost asleep when he barged in once again and sat on your bed. “Turn around.” When you didn’t, he turned you around himself and what you saw in his hands shocked you.

You sat up to face him, you didn’t expect him to buy you a teddy bear. You took it from his hands, admiring it slightly. “I’m sorry, Y/N. Y’know, I actually find it cute how you sleep with these.” You looked up at him and smiled, then fell into his arms.

“It’s alright, I guess. Thanks for the bear,” he hummed in response, to which you continued, “there’s a bag in my closet, do you think you can get it?” He pulled away slightly and raised an eyebrow at you, watching as you giggled against his chest.

He peeled away from you and walked to your closet, silently cursing when he saw the bag full of stuffed animals. “You’re full of shit, y’know that right?”

You laughed as he threw the bag at you, you throwing one of your pillows back at him in response. “You loooove me though.”

He walked back to your bed and put the pillow you threw at him back on the bed, and laid down with you. “You got one thing right,” he said as you adjusted in his arms.

“Oh, and also, don’t forget to lock your door. Can’t let anyone taking m’ girl away.”

“Go to sleep, Miles.”

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