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thoughts.

heavy angst. (heavy comfort)

hobes and miles are together.

Miles was always stressed.

It wasn't a guess that he would be stressed. He's still a teen finishing high school, and was his universes Spider-Man. He just wished that the lead Spider-Man wasn't always on his ass.

It doesn't seem like too much. But having to kick peoples asses every morning and night, coming home sometimes not having even an hour of sleep.

And you usually don't, from the soreness from where you've been punched and kicked.

Basically just a fucking mess.

The only way Miles delt with stuff like this was through Hobie.

Hobie was his comfort. He understood Miles, considering he was   spideman himself.

Him and his boyfriend would cuddle up on his bed after a long day of patrol. Just living in eachothers warmth, listening too their heartbeats.

Sometimes Miles couldn't get that warmth from Hobie.

He would be busy doing patrols, or doing gigs with his band, and wouldn't have time to hang out with Miles.

This was fine. Miles didn't want to hang out with Hobie all the time either. But it became more rare of Miles needing him more than ever.

He had been more busier than usual.

He had more assignments to get done, and Miguel had sent him on more patrols and single missions.

Miles hadn't had any proper sleep for 2 weeks.

He hadn't had time to eat or relax.

He was constantly on a mission or doing work. The coffee cups in his trash can, mixed with paper scattered across the room made it obvious.

Hobie would visit often. But he never noticed the stuff piling up in his room, or maybe it was the fact that Miles would cover his eye bags from him.

Hobie and Miles even had sex that one week, which wasn't really injoyable for Miles considering his tiredness.

It made it harder to work.

His butt and back hurt, he would have to take breaks from writing sometimes.

At final words, Miles was sleep deprived, malnourished, and overworked.

He was a mess. But he was so determined to get things done, he didn't realize he was slowly becoming

weak.

Miles POV.

I continued to write my paper for history. We had to write about the Middle Ages, and how they lived.

I wished they didn't have so much stuff they did.

I have 4 more assignments I need done, and im not even halfway done with this Essay.

'l have 2 English assignments..' It came too me.

Not only did that remind me about the other 2 math assignments I hadn't finished, but it reminded me about the other subjects my parents forced me to take, and how I probably had serval other assignments from just one or two of them.