I FUCKING HATE YOU | With 42!miles

I FUCKING HATE YOU | with 42!miles

— “why is miles such a fucking dick?”

part 2 of open arms (per request) , angst really , falling in and out of love , n word use (like one time) , toxic!miles , deep down he really does love you , cyber stalking IF YOU ARE OLDER THAN 17 , GO AWAY ! MILES IS A MINOR ! !

he waited in his room for you to come back. days turned into weeks. weeks turned into months. and those months turned into 3 years.

exactly today was the day that you left. he couldn’t believe it himself. after all those years you two spent together. wasted.

but he never left you alone.

after the incident in his room, you had blocked him on everything. but making new accounts is a thing.

he was the first one to like every single one of your posts. and he commented a single red heart.

he wasn’t obsessed. no. he just wanted you bad at all costs.

you didn’t know that it was him. and he was going to keep it that way.

when stalking your social media wasn’t enough, he had went to your school and got a visitors pass. he needed to see you.

you were so breathtaking from afar. which sacred him for when he sees you up close. he smiled as you talked to your friends. but then he wasn’t.

you kissed a guy. presumably your boyfriend.

he saw red.

you leave him just to find a boyfriend? pathetic.

later that night, he had followed you to your dorm room.

well, actually he broke in before you got in there.

“hey ma.” his voice was deeper than usual. like he’s upset. “miles?” you flick your light on, miles’ fave being the first you see, leaned up against your wall. “what are doing here? how did you find me?”

he chuckles, “you don’t keep a private life.” “you’re a fucking psycho.” he places his hand on his heart, “such hurtful word, mami.”

he stand up, inching closer to you. “who’s the nigga you be with?” his nose was touching yours. he had backed you into a wall. “that’s none of your concern.”

he smirks, “you don’t know, do you?” “what?” you clear your throat. “no matter where you go, i will find you. you’re mine.”

his eyes flashed a devilish glare.

he was fucking crazy.

his lips ghost over yours before spoke, “i love you.”, finally kissing you.

it was wrong, you know, but you’ve been dreaming on this since you were 13.

his hand cupped your neck, pulling you closer to him. you had accepted this.

you pulled away, needing to catch your breath. “jesus.” you chuckle. “don’t leave me again, please.”

“promise.”

taglist : @snowspidey @duckyduck25 @ca1ist0 @missusmorales

does anybody else hate 1st person fanfiction ??

or is it just me 🙋🏽‍♀️

what are you comfortable writing ? ?

01 sibling!reader (platonic)

02 fem!reader | gn!reader

03 fluff and angst

04 not really into writing smut bc i am young but i can try

05 yandere

what are you not comfortable with ? ?

06 scat k. , piss k. incest ( including stepcest ) , r*pe

07 male!reader

08 racist , transphobia , homophobia type content

09 child-like reader for smut (that shit is just weird dawg)

10 age regression/age play (like i said ^^)

Can you write an fic about E 42 Miles and Haitian reader and can you make her speak a little creole like cheri or cheri dodo Idk if you use Google translate

EARTH42!MILES MORALES x HAITIAN!READER

please let me know if there is something wrong or offensive in any way, shape, or form. i am not haitian.

when miles was told he was eating at your place, he was thinking like spaghetti or something.

instead, he was hit with flavors he never even thought of tasting.

miles eyed the bowl in front of him. he wasn’t disgusted, don’t be mistaken. he was surprised. he wasn’t really shown other cultures except for his.

“baby, if you don’t want to eat i can make something else.” you make a false offer, taking the bowl away from him. you really wanted him to at least get a little taste of it.

“no, mami. i’m going to try it.” he lifts the spoon from the table, digging it in the dish and bringing it to his lips. you stared at him hard, looking for a bad reaction.

instead, he smiled. “damn, mami. this is good.” he takes a couple more spoonfuls before praising the dish.

you were sat in miles’ lap.

he had asked for you teach him some creole. you knew that this would be a bad idea.

he wouldn’t stop talking to you in creole once he mastered it.

“so repeat what i say. ‘bonjou, non mwen se miles moral’.” “bonjou, non mwen se miles moral.” you smile. “good.” “what did i just say?” he arches a brow. “ ‘hello, my names is miles morales.” he chuckles. “so when do i get to learn cuss words or ‘i love you’?” he smirks. “nan rèv ou, dous.”

Your theme is ICONIC!!! Omg it’s literally so cool!!!

thank you sm !!😭🤧🕸️

i might write a headcanon based off that one part on pink + white for both miles

y’know which one i’m talking about😜