🌻Ily In every universe<3🕸 Miles X Reader

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Y/n POV

"He's got good intentions, luv. Don't let what's happening affect you two. " Hobie comes up by me suddenly after Gwen's to cheer me up as well. My mom decided on just keeping close to me whenever someone wasn't tryna talk to me.

"I beg to differ. The boy is so self observed in getting into the stupid spider society and getting a damn watch -"

"For you"

"What do you mean?"

"Means the watch can help him travel to see you as much as he wants. Kid's Romeo in the flash. Though I'm a better Romeo, " I let a small laugh slip from my lips, feeling my face warm up. Soo he needs the watch...for me? Hobie pulls an arm over me to bring me into his side and continues to pick at equipment.

Maybe I'd overreacted, but that doesn't justify him too for making me think i gotta choose but...I like he's taking me into thought, trying for us, maybe this dimensional relationship can work. I turn to Hobie and shrug his arms off me but decided to link us together by the arms instead.

"Trying to rizz me up constantly isn't gonna solve it"

"I say I'm just looking out for my co guitarist. Can't let her go all sad on me"

"I'm in your band already"

"Of course luv. Here" he unpins a pin from his jacket and hands it to me. It's a decorative pin with a stuffed bear with cool weird colors, claws, and safety pins in the design of the bear.

"Made it myself," he says proudly putting into my hand.

"Thanks mate. We can discuss our band name over a spot of tea" I mock him again still not getting over his accent.

"Comedian huh"

I brush pass him in a laugh as he stays back and what I presume steals small pieces of equipment at the place, I don't question him though.

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We walk towards a huge open dark space now.

I watch the man in a blue and red suit, slowly lower from his little pad in a villian pose with his back turned away from us, his head down, losing my patience by the seconds.

"It's slow, I know. It's his lil thing, though. " My mom defenses him

"Miguel O'hara. Meet Miles Morales. And Y/n Drew" she sends me an apologetic smile but I look away, Hobie's hands meets my arm on the opposite side, bringing me closer to him. Comfort, I supposed?

Miguel is finally in range to hear us.

"Hey! ¿Qué tal, tío? I speak Spanish. " I smile at Miles' quirky behavior, trying to impress the man.

"Te traje una empanda-" Miguel webs at the empandas, and it surprises me that his webs are actually a neon red color.

"Qué maravilla," he says, holding the container and rudely just droping it to the ground. I'd like to speak to this man's mother cause who the hell does that.

"Thats not-"

"Oh?

"I'm really excited to get going -"

"Great."

"I got some frest new ideas on how to catch the Spot"

"Oh wow,"

"He just wants t-"

"Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh." Suddenly, Miguel throws a piece of large equipment at Miles, and I web him back to my side and glare at Miguel. The man was already not my favorite, to ignore someone purposely then throw something at them? The living breathing form of anger issues. Who raised the bastard?