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.
the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again
I love ending e-mails with "thank you in advance". Like what are you going to now? Not do the thing I already thanked you for? Bring dishonor on yourself like that? No? I didn't think so. Check mate you have been played by the master of manipulation.
Female characters who are the sole voice of reason <<<<<<< Female characters who think of themselves as the sole voice of reason but who are actually just as insane as those around them
East Asian fanartists are starting to migrate back to Tumblr because Twitter is insane, toxic, and dying, and what we're NOT going to do is let the fucking exclusionists get them, do you hear me? We are not going to let a bunch of feral idiots try to apply the most myopic version of puritanism to foreign artists we're not we're not we're not. Form an armed brigade if you have to, do you hear me. We're not going to bully the artists who may or may not even speak English because we have our precious standards of moral purity. If we see art that makes us uncomfy we're going to block the artist and tumblr savior their name so we don't have to see them again AND WE'RE GONNA MOVE THE FUCK ON.
that smoking in public poll got me thinking. you don't get to waffle about being neutral with these options you gotta choose
i personally like the smell of weed but dislike the smell of cigarette/tobacco smoke, but combing through the notes on that poll indicates that this opinion may be unpopular! idk!