Punkflower oneshot/headcanon book (REQUESTS OPENED)

Not Enough - Oneshot - 🍂

Punkflower week is over so back to my heart crushing soul shattering mind obliterating angst (with some comfort)

my idea
TW for feelings of not being enough

already together
3rd person POV

Miles did so much.

Not to try and say Hobie didn't, but Miles always did extra.

He gave people things he'd make, go out of his way to buy people things, do extra to make civilians happy when they got noticed.

It was cute.

Hobie received a lot of love from him.

Like, a lot.

Dating automatically meant filling your room with things Miles made or drew for you, and no one else. It was just how he showed his love.

But sometimes Hobie felt like he didn't do enough.

Yeah, Miles always seemed happy with any bit of affection anybody showed him. Especially Hobie.

But with the amount of care and love and time Miles put into Hobie, he just had this stupid insecurity of not being good enough for Miles at all.

He thought about it way too much for the good of his mental health.

He constantly tried to do things for Miles.

Planned hangouts between them pretty often, texted first when he could, got him small gifts he could afford (usually from small businesses) and basically everything else he could.

Miles loved it. Miles loved each and every little thing Hobie did for him.

It could be just Hobie taking his hand to hold or getting him some new markers. He didn't care, it all meant the world to him.

If Hobie took him out to eat, even at a fast food restaurant, he'd cherish the moment the entire rest of the week.

But Hobie was blind to see how much Miles loved him for the tiny things he did.

He was always working himself to do more, to be enough for Miles.

And whatever he did wasn't enough. But only he thought that.

Hobie sighed as he laid on his cheap mattress, sinking down in his cheap bed.

His side hurt pretty bad. It'd been a harsh patrol, especially after getting thrown at a wall.

Which meant he was left alone with his thoughts once more.

He thought of maybe texting Miles. Or making something for the boy.

But the idea of doing anything that required effort right now made him want to cry. He was so tired.

But what if Miles thought he wasn't putting in enough effort? What then?

Hobie forced himself to grab his watch, and to text the boy.

And after a few minutes, Miles had asked if there was something wrong. Hobie was being dry, which he apologized for.

Miles ended up coming over, to which Hobie sighed at.

"Ay Bee," Miles greeted, sitting down next to Hobie.

"Hi Miles," Hobie tiredly responded.

"We going anywhere today? Or just staying here?" Miles asked, leaving it to Hobie.

"Your choice."

Miles observed Hobie for a moment. Something had felt off lately.

He saw eyebags, (that didn't interfere with how pretty he was) and his body was shaded with grays and blues.

"Stay," Miles decided. Hobie looked.. tired, to say the least.

Hobie nodded, blinking.

"You okay Hobes?"

"Yeah- yes." Hobie immediately replied.

Miles saw discarded pencils and materials, the messy room, worry growing for his boyfriend.

When was the last time he'd told him he was going to bed? Or taking a break?

It's seemed so far Hobie never really stopped working.

"Hobie.. I think you should get some rest," Miles recommended.

"Hm? I- why do ya think that luv?"

"You look tired."

Miles was straightforward. He was worried.

"I didn' invite you over to-"

He was cut off by a yawn, contradicting whatever argument he had.

Miles gave him a look.

Hobie was exhausted.

They both knew it.

"I jus' feel bad if I don' do stuff fo' you," Hobie admitted.

"...what?"

"Ya do so much for me. Wanna do things for you in return," Hobie said.

"You don't need to do anything for me Hobes. I appreciate every tiny thing you do anyway. Don't stress doing so much, I don't have those standards for you," Miles softly replied, connecting his hand with Hobies.

"You.. you sure?"

Miles nodded, offering Hobie a small but bright smile. One of those sickeningly sweet ones.

Hobie kissed him on the forehead, eyes droopy.

"Go to bed Hobes."

The older boy returned the smile, letting himself lay down.

Maybe what they should do together is just stay next to each other.

After all, something that small means the world to Miles.

Sorry this was so short wahh 😭
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