: ̗̀➛ just lil msgs between you & miles until i finish this fic 😘😘

PAIRING : e!1610miles x fem!blk!reader

GENRE : maybe fluff?

WARNINGS: black reader, if that triggers u ig? 😭

a/n :: love me some sza, especially THIS song.

[ i HATE this 10 picture limit thing.]

☁︎ he cheated, & you lost everything.

pairings ; 1610 or 42 miles x black!fem!r

warning(s) ; cursing , black reader , "violence", mention(s) of blood.

genre ; maybe angst?

a / n ; somethin off the top cause im feelin a lil uugh, today. if i said this isnt a rant in the form of a fic then i'd be lying.

he had played you.

played the fuck outta you. all the "i love you"'s , meant fucking nothing. it was like everything that could go wrong in your relationship, was.

first it was the arguments,

then, it was the constant silent treatment,

then, the blocking on social media,

and finally you caught him. all hugged up with some bitch on his instagram. "are you fucking kidding me miles?! who even is this bitch!!"

"man.. ma its just my fri-" -- "no! dont start with that bull miles, tell me the truth bro." you yelled. your voice cracking whilst tears pooled in your eyes.

you were crying,

not only because you were sad, but because you were angry. fucking fuming if you will.

you couldnt believe he would cheat on you after everything. he'd met your parents, your cousins, your whole family, & they all loved him. but not like you loved him.. not even close. "aww, ladybug, its okay." your mother coo'd as she held you.

but it wasnt ok. he cheated on you, and then lied- straight to your face.. you couldnt even be mad anymore, all you could do was cry, and cry. "y/n don't cry, he's a jerk."

is all they could say. but how were you supposed to not cry? he cheated, with her. you figured it would happen one day but now? you'd always been second to her, your whole life.

projects , dance , everything.

you were fucking sick of it.

so here you were. sitting in the principal's office, with a trail of blood running from your nose.

"y/n , your mom's here to pick you up." the lady in the front office spoke. you grabbed your belongings and walked past her.

ANGST WARNING.

you & miles had been friends since diapers. literally. your parents were close friends so ofcourse you guys grew to be bestfriends, since you were around eachother alot.

your parents trusted him & his trusted you. you guys told eachother everything & would hang out almost everyday. but that all changed sophmore year.

miles made new friends & ofcourse you were happy for him. he'd only had like 5 friends max throughout his life, including you.

..

"miles! hi, you wanna hang out tonig-" you were quickly cut off by miles' girlfriend. - "were busy, arent we miles? tell her." she spoke with a twinge of sass in her voice.

"yea.. sorry y/n - maybe next week?" those words cut through your heart. for the 100th time.

it was the 6th time he was 'busy' , and blew you off. but you couldnt be mad.. atleast he was nice about it..

"it's ok miles, have fun." you nodded with a smile anyone could see through. before walking past them. this would continue for weeks, months even.

always "im busy," - "we're busy" , "maybe next time?.."

but the truth was, there was no next time. you'd lost your bestfriend.

( title is literally based off of "kevins heart." 1 of my fav songs.) , (alsooo, in honor of the last few days of hispanic heritage month, enjoy an afro latina reader!!)

: ̗̀➛ mmm ionk, read n find outt!

PAIRING : e!1610miles x afrolatina!reader .

GENRE : i honestly have nooo idea.

WARNING : a lil cussin .. and whatever else. -- no damn proofread bby. (i really hope my spanish isnt horrid. i will sob.)

you and miles strolled down the streets of brooklyn, new york in silence. nothing but the sounds of busy traffic breaking the on-going silent treatment you were giving him.

-- "man, wassup witchu?" he spat. you could basically hear the annoyed tone through his thick brooklyn accent.

you muttered out a - "nothin." as you continued what was supposed to be "silent treatment." whilst scrolling through your tiktok feed -- one airpod in, with your knotless braids pulled into a bun.

"mmtch, dont 'nothin' me. obviamente algo anda mal." he spoke; looking at you for a split second, walking closest to the road-- with you walking closest to the passing deli's.

you loved- no. adored that he knew the sidewalk rule.

but was this the time for allat lovey, dovey shit? no. you were supposed to be mad at this nigga!

"aparentemente." you mumbled, not paying him any mind. a moment of silence followed with your statement as you two walked.

the laces of miles' jordans slapping against his shoes. always wearing his damn shoes untied, what a dumb habit. but that made miles, miles.

"look baby, im sorry- ok? for whatever i did to piss you off, i dont know what i did to actually make you mad at me, but lo sé, lo siento mi corazón."

a small smile made itself a home on your lips as he apologized. thats all you really wanted to hear, especially giving that your last failed relationships barely knew how to give you a compliment.

"mm.. its ok.." you said as you fidgeted with the bracelets on your arm.

"Te amo, lo siento otra vez." he spoke; looking back over at you with that dumb smile on his face.

PAIRINGS ; e!42m x blk!fem!reader ,

WARNINGS ; nothing ig?

GENRE; i honestly dk?

A / N ; just some lil hcs until i build up courage to finish this fic 😭.

bf!miles42 , who finds every reason to kiss you. he loves a little peck, here n there.

bf!miles42, who honestly cannot keep his hands off of you. especially when the two of you are out, (like at the mall) , he will NOT move. it's like he's glued to you.

bf!miles42 , who helps you with your homework. he'll even go as far as doing it for you but you always insist that he just teaches you & you do yourself.

bf!miles42, who would literally walk out of class to come check on you if you got in trouble. you'd always scold him but you knew it was gonna happen again.

bf!miles42, who's on the basketball team & during every break he gets, he comes and messes with you. making sure he talks himself into a goodluck kiss before he makes hiself back onto the court.

LITERALLY.

like if hobie was a white man w fluffy blonde hair there wouldnt have even been a comment on his hygiene.

and then the fanart where they change his hair, like STOP. WHAT IS THE PROBLEM??

and then they use that same excuse "i didnt know how to draw his hair." or "i forgot he had wicks."??? no, you did not. there's one solution to this, DONT DRAW HIM.

IT'S KILLING ME.

o/t but guys, time for another racist comment on dreads ! ☺️

sigh, we can never catch a break. can we??

i had a test td; so heartbroken. (AND TMR.)

PAIRING ; e!1610miles x blk!fem!reader ,

GENRE ; fluff

WARNING(S) ; nothing? i think.

A / N ; guyss, i basically told my "crush" i like him. arent we so happy? yes!

there you were, practically sweating bullets as you held the sign up infront of miles; your longtime crush since 4th grade.

he was like your first love, he just didnt know yet

at the moment, the thought of him saying 'no' to your promposal was eating you alive. -- it was terrifying.

especially with your whole damn grade standing and waiting on his answer. but then, there he was, miles.

his friends standing all around him whilst "cheering him on to say yes." , is what you hoped. but in reality you couldnt hear anything they said over the loud chants of other students.

miles had this nervous look on his face, as if it was apart of his body telling him to say 'no.' and the other half screaming yes:

if you were being honest, it was almost like everything was moving in slow motion. every, single, thing.

down to the way his hazel colored eyes scanned over you, your figure, your jeans, the black shirt & the jordan 1s laced on your feet.

everything, -- your brown knotless braids, and how they hung over & behind your shoulders. your nails tapped against the board anxiously awaiting his answer.

miles slowly uncapped the sharpie he held in his hands , walking towards the board-- and he checked the box labeled..

"yes!" almost as if he could sense how both nervous but excited to be going to prom with him, he hugged you.

"thankyouthankyouthankyou!" you mumbled eagerly, to him as you two hugged.

PAIRING(S) ; e!42miles x blk!fem!r (r being reader.)

CONTAINS ; a lil angst? toxic? cussing!

GENRE ; angst? idk if you could put this under that title but okk!!

a/n ; dont kill me but this is really short.

🎵:: ABCDARIO, Eden Muñoz & Junior H.

"I'm not gone keep doin' this with you, miles."

that was all you had to say, to once and for all get Miles off your back. it was like he didnt even hesitate to leave you.

he just stormed off, like some child. "are you kidding me?" you called after him, but in response you only got the slamming of your front door. This wasnt the first time you guys had 'broken up.'

he always came back, with a bit of persuasion. but this time you werent to sure he would- maybe because you crossed the line & said some fucked up shit.

something along the lines of - "i wish i never met your sorry ass anyways!" and now you were sitting on your bed, staring at your phone with a clear coat of tears streaming down your face.

to say you regretted it was an understatement.

miles, bby im sorry. i was just mad.. i didnt mean any of it, i promise.

mk

* read at 12:45 am *