WAIT OMG MICK i have a miles idea :]
the party scene w him and gwen except miles’ s/o is standing off to the side watching them and he sees and is like “r u jealous :( im sorry ily :(“ and idk but miles is so cutie patootie
Don’t Worry, Babe ~ Miles Morales
Tagging:I don’t have a taglist yet 😟
Warnings:None!
A/N: I know you wanted a Hobie fic but I really wanted to write this. It ended up coming out really bad :\
This is x gender neutral reader!
“Hey, where’s the bathroom?” Gwen asked, fiddling nervously.
“Oh, there’s one through the door right down the hallway,” Miles responded.
Y/N sat to the side, watching with a clenched jaw as Gwen walked away. They didn’t have any reason to hate her, but they knew that Miles missed Gwen. After changing schools, he didn’t make as much friends as he should’ve.
Y/N stared at Miles, their completely handsome boyfriend, and just waited for him to lock eyes. He knew instantly, once he did.
“Hey, you okay?” He asked. There was nothing in his voice that said the concern it held was fake. Of course it was real.
Miles stepped forward, attempting to place his hand on the small of their back and pull them in. He was only rewarded with a quick shove.
“Just stop,” they grumbled.
They shoved through the crowd, stumbling around the numerous people. Miles watched, shouting their name.
Y/N brought their knees to their chest, sitting on Miles’s bed. Their phone buzzed. Then again. Then again.
Miles <3
Where’d you go?
Are you okay?
Come back :(
The stupid faces he always types out would normally bring a silly grin to their face, along with an image in their head of Miles making the same expression. It didn’t work this time, though.
The door opened mere seconds later. Miles stood there, hand still on the doorknob. Y/N turned away, mumbling incoherent words under their breath. Miles frowned.
“Babe?”
No answer.
“Baby???”
Again, they stayed silent.
Miles sat on the bed, sighing. Hesitantly, he placed his hand on their knee. They let it stay there, grateful for the small amount of touch they could actually get.
“You gonna talk to me?” He asked slowly.
“Why aren’t you with Gwen?” Miles watched the way they picked at the skin on their fingers, the way they scoffed.
“She…left-is that was this is about?” Miles scooted closer.
Y/N didn’t answer. They didn’t have to.
“Don’t worry, babe, Gwen’s just a friend,” he swore.
“Coulda fooled me.”
Sighing, Miles opened his arms. They enveloped Y/N’s slouched frame gently. His cheek pressed against the top of their head.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered into their hair. They felt his lips press again their head. “I didn’t mean to make you jealous.”
He was always so sweet in the way he apologized, in the way he was. They knew that he probably just missed his friend.
“I love you, you know.” It was a statement, not a question.
“I love you,” they mumbled in return.
Pulling away, Miles remained inches away from their face.
“Sorry, what? I couldn’t hear you.”
“I love you,” they sighed a little louder. Miles clicked his tongue, shaking his head with fake dissatisfaction.
“I’ll let it slide,” he whispered, grinning, before pressing a kiss to their lips. One, then another, then another. His hands found their way to the side of their face, his thumbs stroking their cheeks.
“I love you,” he said again.
