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chwippy · 1 year ago

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Messaaaageeessss !!

Miles x reader lmfoa WHAT

Online dude who cant stfu and you suddenly can’t speak. [ Fluff, burning, cool reader :P]

Warning(s) - grammar mistakes, confusing writing, a lot of ‘as’ idk why I liked used as, its a safe fanfic with a ton of words and mistakes ig LOL.. Miles is still Spiderman.

Hours after hours.

Messages after messages.

You had been woken up from another message from someone you had met from a discord server you and your friends had made for fun.

It’s been weeks since the server was created, already have been filled with hundreds of people as you felt like you had accomplished something - not having a life!

Kidding.

You took your phone into hand, putting it up til your phone opened automatically and the high brightness that had an automatic increase hit your eyes, making you wince a little.

You quickly recovered from that awful brightness that had been stuck onto your phone, now laying on your back instead of your side now.

You hopped over to instagram, checking out the next messages you had been sent over the past few minutes upon receiving them.

You read them,

M1LES_: DAWG STOP LIKING AND SAY SMTHN M1LES_: (I'm running out of things to text u)

You felt yourself smile a bit from these messages, now going ahead and typing out;

Y_OUR_NME: Do you wanna talk to me that bad?

You sent, closing your phone once again as you didn’t expect him to respond THAT quickly to your reply to his messages.

But he did, you had heard multiple dings from your phone as you checked our him spamming you the following;

M1LES_: Do

Not

Make

Seem

That.

You chuckled at such a response as you went ahead and spammed him the same way he did.

You spent a couple of more minutes talking to him back and forth. Until he stopped sending you replies as you had been left on read.

After spamming you multiple messages at a time.

Wow, the audacity of this man.

You proceeded to do the same, spam the poor man with numerous messages until he replied to yours. And it somewhat worked - he read them, just not replied.

You rolled your eyes to the screen, annoyed at not getting him to respond to your messages as you planned your ‘devious’ plan to spam him with calls.

You then started on doing that ‘wicked’ plan of yours, spam calling him both on Discord and Instagram.

You were a master at spamming others using the calling technique? Not sure but you liked to call it a technique.

You continued doing so as you let the one on instagram ring for a while as you go ahead as grab a cup of water.

You hoped he’d decline it and finally respond to your dreadful replies, wasting sleep for him wasn’t easy because you were nearly asleep when you texted him a few minutes ago.

You settled the cup on the sink as you ended the call and started another one while you yawned, looking for some snacks to eat now that you’re downstairs.

Until you heard a certain sound coming out of your phone, hearing a voice come out of it - one you haven’t heard. Quite embarrassing to admit it took you a few seconds to realise your call had been answered.

You immediately got up from your position when you were in search for some midnight snacks. You quickly grabbed your phone as you listened to the voice.

“Y/N?” The one over the phone said, knowing your name. You froze for a moment before realising it is your friend who had answered your call.. oh dear.

You thought about it for a second, decline or not? It was a frustrating choice because you did want to hear his voice a bit more as you stayed silent.

You heard a cough from over the speaker, catching your attention as he spoke once more, “Hello?”

You now braced yourself, finally having the ugly guts to respond to him because you areee the one who called him in the first place.

“Hey,” You finally greeted back, seeming a bit nervous from the small stutter that probably wasn’t noticeable from the other side as you coughed.

You held your phone next to your face, having both hands hold your phone as you patiently waited to hear him continue talking.

“Sorry,” He apologised, “I’m kinda ..busy, right now,” He continued, chuckling weakly as you heard a small thud against the speakers of the phone.

You seemed kinda disappointed knowing that, wanting to talk more in call. You sighed, now going to say your last words before ending the call.

“Talk to you later,” He said, waiting for you to end the call as he held the phone close to him - which seemed obvious to you from the random shuffle in the audio.

“Yeah, uhm.. can we call again?” You asked hesitantly, wanting him to hear it despite it being a mumble.

Yeah, he probably have heard it since we’re in call.

“Sure,” He agreed with his voice being in such a calm manner yet so ..rushed? Before he had ended the call himself.

Sure? Sure.

Wow, not even a goodbye is crazy.

You thought, expecting a much more better response from him since he might have of been the reason why you’re staying up so late.

But he isn’t, you’re clearly the reason for not sleeping yet due to being pretty stubborn to sleep despite telling Miles you to go to sleep soon.

You aren’t, you’re waiting for his call, a message of some sort. You couldn’t erase the thought of hearing his voice once more out of your mind.

It particularly implanted as you felt your heart beat a bit faster.

And whats with all the noises in his part? Was he- was he doing that?.. No, no! Don’t think about that now. He’s the same age as you, it’d be weird - no, it’s somewhat normal..

No.. ew, yuck.

You grossed yourself out for thinking such a thing but the thuds? No, it was quite obvious he was outside - outside?! In public!? No, you’re overthinking it.

Just overthinking it? But why was he so tired? Why do you care so much?!

You’ve soon to come to a conclusion that you’re overthinking everything and that he was simply having a life outside of his phone and those noises were background noises of being hit in the stomach or what? What is this conclusion?

You closed your eyes, still downstairs and not up your bedroom as you sat on your couch thinking about that call.

Maybe you should move on, he probably did.

You stood up, walking over to your phone that you had thrown an ridiculous distance away from you.

You watched your phone light up as soon as you picked it up, showing a notification from discord as you read the user, M1LES_.

Miles.

MILES?!!

You had completely forgotten about how your phone could’ve been absolutely damaged as you instantly dropped it once again. It wasn’t a large distance from the ground but you still gasped.

You didn’t quite understand why you had a big reaction as you picked your phone back up. You looked at the notification, opening your phone

M1LES_: Yo

Y_OUR_NME: Hey

M1LES_: You still up to call?

You looked at the message for a bit more, not knowing what to say in response as you bit your lip in response.

Y_OUR_NME: Yeah

Y_OUR_NME: Sire

Y_OUR_NME: sure

You seemed pretty proud of yourself for your response, applauding yourself. Seeming a bit crazy as watched the cctv your guardian had set up turn away from you.

You looked back to your phone now, seeing the bubble stay there for a few moments as you got incredibly bored from waiting.

M1LES_: LAtr

LAtr.. that’s cute.. I guess.

Y_OUR_NME: Alr

You replied, now feeling yourself get s bit more nervous now that you got a somewhat confirmation that you’d actually.. be.. calling him.

You don’t know exactly when you’d be calling him so you tried to reduce your nervousness as you went inside your room and plopped onto your bed.

You placed your phone on the side of your face, your hand laying on top of it as you laid on your stomach.

Your face was basically implanted onto your pillow, feeling your nervousness either die down or reach a new kind of high.

Most likely a new level of high as you started to kick the air, feeling crazy since he could call you in any minute now.

You just hoped it wouldn’t be when you were about to fall asleep because you are about to fall asleep, and you hoped so badly he could just call you now.

You wanted to hear his voice, and you had no idea why you were so desperate to hear it once more.

You might be insane or you’re just someone who wants to online date a dude who has a great voice and you ridiculously haven’t seen despite being in the same city.

How weird is that.

Maybe you’re the weird one, but how to justify your weird thoughts with weird thoughts? Now you’re just speaking nonsense and you got no idea how to respond to you saying nonsense.

You were stuck in thought, rambling about nonsense while nonsense by Sabrina Carpenter played.. until the audio had slowly faded and started to ring in a ridiculously loud tune as you grabbed your phone to see M1LES_ calling.

He’s calling.

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chwippy · 1 year ago

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Part-timer Miles X GN!reader

LOL HI first post, first fanfic I’ll ever post :3 haha i hate this!! (i wrote this at 3-5am.)

Completely not related to itsv, atsv! Just wanted a silly one-shot of Miles working in a record store while being completely awkward with READER!!! YESS!! This can be taken as both platonic AND romantic, whatever you want <3

Miles forgetting to bring an umbrella, resulted in being drenched in rain. Reader not knowing it’d rain, resulted in being drenched in rain.

Now you’re both soaked inside a record store alone, being awkward(?) teenagers who both have wet hair.

And miles works part time

Gender Neutral reader !

Warning lollls(not rlly): Misspellings, grammar mistakes💔

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Your unplanned plan to go to the record store had been.. Slightly ruined as it had started raining. Your clothes, hair, socks.. everything had been drenched in rain by the time you finally spotted the store.

You hurriedly ran there, not caring about possibly slipping or how there was an obvious place that had provided enough shelter to stay in for a while.

No, you decided against waiting for the rain to stop. You decided to go ahead and check out the new things they had brought in.

Miles stood at the middle of the store, humming quietly as he dried himself. He put the towel down to his neck as he looked at his once dried clothes before sighing.

He thought about how his mother had reminded him about bringing an umbrella, reassuring her he would but ended up rushing over to the store with no umbrella and obviously drenched clothes.

He flinched, screaming a bit as a sudden thud from the entrance caught his attention, snapping him out of his thoughts. He looked behind him, looking over to the entrance as he noticed you.

The raindrops had increased in volume as the rain got heavier. You stood there blankly, not saying a word which Miles copied, not saying a word while you both stared at each other.

Miles broke the eye contest as he looked down to notice rain pouring in before he finally spoke up, “You coming in?”

You stood there for a few more seconds before you register what he said, closing the door behind you as you gave him a thumbs up.

You chuckled awkwardly, “Uh yeah, sorry about that,” you apologised, smiling apologetically as you shrugged, walking a bit forward to get away from the door.

You eyed the pink with white dots towel he had resting over his neck before shrugging it off. Thinking nothing about it starting from the moment you shrugged it off!

Miles nodded, looking at your clothes that clearly have been drenched from the rain. He thought to himself, not wanting to keep hopefully a customer soaked.

He cleared his throat before he replied, “Ahh.. it’s alright, uhm..” He stood even more awkwardly, not knowing what to say in a situation that didn’t even have to be this awkward.

He continued his sentence, “so.. what brings you in here for today? Besides the rain, of course,” he asked, laughing a bit at his last comment before he slowly fell silent and turned fully to face the you.

You nodded, “Just browsing,” you replied, hesitating to walk over to him to check out the records because as we recall.. you’re wet. But still, you’re already here so why not just go? And so you did, not touching anything but you still looked around as he watched you.

The two of you stood there, moving every one or two minutes as both of you almost circled the whole store. The rain and footsteps being the only thing you both hear the whole time you’ve been there.

Miles sighed, still thinking about how he didn’t want to keep a customer, you soaked. But he wasn’t sure if they kept another towel as he’d only seen anyone who had worked there only use one, which was the exact same one that covered his neck.

He bit his lip, not wanting to keep them unattended while also wanting to search for another towel that hadn’t been suffered by him scrubbing his whole body the time he reached the store.

He snapped his finger which caused you to flinch as you looked at him, raising your eyebrow before he spoke up, “Uhh.. I gotta go check something out, you stay here,” He smiled, giving you a thumbs up before you nodded.

He took your nod as a sign to go ahead and search for that towel before he slowly went away. And you were left there, looking around the whole store while you held back from touching anything.

“This sucks,” You muttered as you leaned away from the records, just standing there awkwardly. Forgetting to bring your trusty phone so you just checked the items on the counter out before you sighed loudly.

The dude that just disappeared so suddenly made you wonder what he was checking out while you rested your head on the counter. Tapping the ground with your foot, just badly wanting to dry off, go home and listen to the records you’ve previously bought from this exact store.

But yet here you are, listening to the raindrops while it continued to pour nonstop.

In the other hand, Miles struggled finding another towel, searching everywhere yet never finding anything. But he did find a couple of paper rolls he hadn’t seen before so he decided to take it.

You listened to the footsteps, shooting your head back up. Realising the guy had come back, waiting patiently for him as you stood quietly.

He walked through the back door, holding 4.. 5? Paper rolls as he put them on the counter, sneezing a bit under his sleeve.

“I found these so you can like dry off,” he said, rubbing the back of neck as he looked over to you while you glanced over to the rolls.

You smiled, taking one of them before you started wiping yourself. Your hands being the main focus. Slowly you finally finished from wiping your arms mainly. You looked for a trash bin, meaning to throw all the tissues you had used aside from the ones you stuck on your hair.

Catching Miles’ attention, he pointed out the location of the trash bin, “The trash can is here,” He said, pointing over to the side of the counter as you nodded.

After throwing all the tissues away, thanking the boy for the tissues you went back to the records. Checking them all out as you can finally had the satisfaction of holding them.

You softly touched every single one of them, treating them with more than enough care as you observed them. And well, Miles observed you, watching your movements before he had realised how bad of a job he is doing and how creepy watching you is.

Miles walked towards you, looking over at the record you had in hand, “Do you need any assistance?” He asked, smiling lightly.

You flinched slightly, looking over your shoulder to face the boy.

You shook your head, “Nah, not really,” You replied almost instantly as you put the record down. He nodded in response, just standing beside you while you looked at another one.

The silence remained, the two of you had nothing to talk about while the rain still poured outside.

Miles thought to himself, walking over to the counter as he took a piece of the paper roll before he dried his hands completely. He started playing some music, filling the silence between you guys.

You watched him as he does that, not noticing the stare you had before he finally looked over to you. He blushed slightly before he gave you a cheeky smile, you returned the smile unawarely before you focused back to the record you held.

Miles cleared his throat, coughing a few times before he spoke, “So uh, mind telling me with your name is?..” he asked, raising an eyebrow as you faced him.

“It’s Y/N, how about you?..” you replied, asking him a question back.

And he smiled, “It’s miles,”

You raised an eyebrow, skeptical about his name being, “Miles..?”

“Miles!” He said, grinning while you nodded in response. Resting your head back on the counter as he hummed with the music.

It wasn’t as awkward as it was a few minutes ago, the music surely had lightened the atmosphere just a bit.

It slowly turned to the two of you minding your own business. Him sitting on a chair behind the counter while you stood there, resting your head on the countertop. Both of you waiting for the rain to stop while no one surprisingly entered, just the two of you simply waiting, listening to instrumentals played.

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