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the-kr8tor · 11 days ago

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Heart Shaped Patches

Pairing: Dad! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 4.1k

Synopsis: Fatherhood told through a handmade quilt. A Hobie father's day fic 💕

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, pregnancy mentions, dad! Hobie, Mum! Reader, established relationship, Billie and Ramona AU, parent AU, Twin AU, cw food mentions, one suggestive joke, lovestruck! Hobie, fluff!

Requested by @hyperfix-wip - Bestiiiiiiiiiiie 👀May I have a fic of Hobie sewing a quilt for Billie, Mona and Kitt? Maybe add some little tidbits of the twins sharing the quilt or Kitt being forced to cuddle with them under their dad’s quilt ��

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Before the twins were born, Hobie was already sewing the quilt. It was just a couple of squares back then, one for each of your daughters to represent them— A bee and a flower, both are based on Hobie's own design and used scraps of fabric from old projects lying around the houseboat. You once asked him where he got the idea of making a traditional quilt, to which he shrugged and smiled up at you from his workstation while your hand gently held onto the back of his head sweetly.

“I wanted somethin’ that they'll keep forever.” He said softly, eyes shining under his work lamp. “I know it's not fancy rocks or an heirloom, but it's for them.”

Your heart softened at his words, immediately embracing him as you kissed his temple. “And it's made by their dad,” eyes brimming with tears, you hold him close as he wraps an arm over your swollen belly. “It's better than any of the expensive shit.”

“Yeah?”

“Absolutely,” your tone grew smaller, trying to keep the sobbing to a minimum. “They'll treasure it.”

Hobie sighed, ears pressed on top of your belly to listen to their heartbeats. “I bloody hope so, I've got scars to prove it.”

“Oh, my love, let me see.” He showed you his battle injuries, a few nicks from the needle and new calluses forming around his fingers. You give each of them a gentle peck, until Hobie couldn't help it but pull you on his lap, kissing the giggles out of you.

—

“Love!” Hobie skids across the polished floors of the houseboat, shirt still wet with baby drool and all scrunched up from their tiny hands clinging to him.

“What!” You're immediately in mum mode, jumping off the couch, tiredness forgotten as you rush towards him. “What happened, are they okay?”

His bright smile says something else, and his hand on top of your mouth shushes you in place. “I jus’ got them to bed.”

Your shoulders slump, sighing against his palm before he lifts it off your face. “Hobie, don't scare me like that!” You whisper yell, taking a peek at the crib inside the shared room.

“‘m sorry,” chuckling, he weaves his hand with yours, leading you inside quietly. “I need to show you what they're doin’”

“Hobie, I know our babies are adorable but— shit, that's cute.” Cooing, the girls are bundled up in their matching teddy and rabbit onesie, snoozing in their crib while they hold hands like a couple of otters floating in the water. But the cutest one of all, is the growing quilt that is draped on top of them. It has grown exponentially larger in the past five months, after the first two squares, he made more to commemorate every milestone they've reached. No matter how small it is.

“I didn't put it over them.” He whispers to you, half hugging you whilst his chin rests on your shoulders that smells like baby powder.

“Really?” You almost melted from the cuteness.

“Yeah, I think they love their blanket.”

As you watch Billie and Ramona sleep, you sense that Hobie needs a hug, so you do, embracing him while gently swaying him to the soft gentle tone of the girls' mobile that uncle Ned made for them.

“They really love it, Hobie, you did a good job.” You hear sniffles, so you hug him tighter.

—

“Mummy.” You hear Mona waddling towards you on the floor, and the soft dragging of fabric right behind her.

There are piles upon piles of boxes next to you and Hobie, everything in the houseboat has been packed and ready to be picked up by the movers. The only thing to do now is reminisce about the life you had with your little family in the beloved boat that is now empty. You almost kissed James when he said he'd buy the houseboat so that you, Hobie, and the twins could live in a bigger place now that the girls are getting older and beginning to run around. James said he'd take good care of it, and that you two can visit the boat anytime, to which Hobie almost kissed him after he said that.

Hobie pauses from wiping Billie's cheek free of cupcake icing, eyes almost immediately watering at the sight of Mona carrying the heavy quilt over her shoulder so it's not forgotten before moving. The blanket has gotten way bigger as more squares were added by Hobie. Some were even made with the help of you and the girls themselves. Billie and Mona would draw and Hobie would stitch whatever they made on the square. There are a couple squiggles of animals on it, and even a family portrait made by their tiny hands. They look more like potatoes with heads, but you know that your girls are artists in the making. You also stitched the hems together with their old baby shirts and onesies, and even a few of Hobie's band shirts onto the fabric. Just to add to the sentimentality of the quilt. Hobie pecked your face so much when you told him of your idea that the girls cried thinking that their dad is eating mummy's face.

“Oh thank you, cheese.” Bringing her to your lap, she drapes the heavy fabric on the box in all her toddler clumsiness. “You remembered daddy's quilt!”

“I didn't forget.” She heaves, saying the words in a serious tone, continuing to place the blanket pile on the already closed box.

“Yeah, she didn't forget, love.” Hobie chuckles, helping Billie drink her apple juice.

Billie pulls the sippy cup from her lips as she sits prettily on her dad's lap. “I didn't forget too!”

You beam at their cuteness while Hobie cuddles Billie, nuzzling into her neck as she giggles. “We didn't forget either, we're bringing blanky in the car with us.”

“Really?” Mona tilts her chubby cheeks at you, eyes sparkling as she smiles toothily. “No dark box for blanky?”

You shake her head gently with your index and thumb, as you couldn't help but kiss her cheek as she lets out a giggle. “No dark box, just Billie and Mona's hugs!” Her laughter echoes above Billie's as you tickle her.

“Let us in there!” Hobie calls, scooching on the floor with Billie in tow as the youngest twin makes grabby hands at you.

“Get in here!” Opening your arms, you embrace your family in the house you and Hobie called home for almost a decade.

—

“They're actually cuddlin’ it.” Hobie whispers, taking a quick peek at the rearview mirror to look at his girls fast asleep in their carseats while sharing the quilt.

Twisting in your seat, you grin at the sight. “Some things never change, I suppose.” The hand on your thigh squeezes you lovingly.

Hobie side glances at you, smile permanently etched on his lips despite the bittersweet move to another home. He knows that they'll get there in a few, and it'll be home soon enough because you and his girls would be there with him. “Did you bring the camera, lovie?”

“I did.” You grab the digital camera from your purse, taking a dozen or so snapshots of the girls. “Now over to daddy.” Taking pictures of Hobie, you see in real time how his expression changes to something you're more familiar with when alone with him. “What?”

“Nothin', keep takin’ your pictures.” Patting your leg, he chortles, taking glances at you every few seconds or so.

“Hobie, you and your mind.” Rolling your eyes with a tamped down chuckle, you turn the camera around to take a picture with you and your family in the frame, hopefully.

“I didn't even say it.” He says defensively as you flick his ear playfully. “Maybe you can say it to me again—”

“After we settle down.” Poking his chest, he resists the urge to grab your hand and kiss it like back when the two of you were just teenagers on a road trip. He has twice the precious cargo now.

—

“Mummy!”

You and Hobie pull away from each other abruptly before he helps you off the kitchen counter tops. Your kisses have dulled his spider senses so he couldn't hear the twin's loud footsteps going down the stairs.

He fixes your shirt for you, and you wipe the sheen off his lips just a few seconds before Mona and Billie appear from the doorway.

“Are you two okay?” You ask, finding yourself casually holding onto an orange. Glancing at Hobie, he shrugs while holding onto a random spatula.

“Billie won't share blanky!” Mona stomps her foot, curly pigtails bouncing.

Meanwhile her sister gasps in offense, carrying the said quilt in her arms. It makes her smaller in comparison with the fabric spilling over her hold.

The various squares that Hobie meticulously stitched on it are on display. Each one showing a different year or milestone in their lives. One has tiny footprints on them with the girls' actual footprints to showcase their first steps. Another has their first words on them, which are each other's names. You still remembered that day, you were ecstatic even when it's not mummy or daddy. You just knew that they'd love each other no matter what, that they'd have each other's back even when mum and dad aren't by their side. Then the latest addition to the well loved quilt is their first day of school, with the pencils and alphabet Hobie embroidered on it.

“I said it's my turn! I wanted to take a nap!” Billie yells back, turning sideways to keep the blanket away from her sister.

“Well, I want to take a nap too!” Ramona places her hands on her hips, clearly frustrated.

“Why couldn't you two jus' share, gremlins? I made sure that the quilt’s big enough.” Hobie crouches down to their height, trying to placate them with his palm over their heads.

“Our beds!” They whine simultaneously, and you follow Hobie's lead, crouching down beside him as you open your arms. Billie takes it as you asking for the quilt when you were actually signalling for a hug to try to calm them down.

“We have our own beds now, daddy, and we can't jus’ share blanky because of it.” Billie explains with a huff, falling dramatically into your arms and on top of the quilt.

“Is that right?” Hobie sniffs, and you know that the cogs in his head are turning. “How ‘bout we make a little hideout jus' for naps and for sharin’ blanky?”

“Could we?” Mona's eyes sparkles, sidling next to their dad.

“I thought we could jus' sleep in your bed? Jus’ for now!” Billie adds, looking up at you expectantly.

“You could,” you say while rubbing her back. You and Hobie have been trying to have them sleep in their own beds for a while now, letting them nap on the shared bed wouldn't help them much when they're just starting to sleep in their room. “Or you could sleep in the castle that dad will make for you two.”

“A castle?!” The girls gasp out.

“A castle?” Hobie scrunches his nose at you, and you wordlessly convince him with a smile. “Right, I'll make a castle for my girls.” With a groan, he stands up, carrying Mona on his hip. “And mum's goin' to help us.”

Billie and Mona cheer with wide grins as they run away to grab the necessary things for the pillow fort.

Chuckling, you shrug, maybe cooking dinner will have to wait for now. “Anything for my girls.”

—

The flash from the camera makes you wince, hoping that it didn't wake your babies up from the sudden bout of light. The castle that Hobie promised them is magnificent, lots of blankets draped over the sofa and dining chairs, fairy lights twinkling above, and a dozen or so of their plushies and pillows thrown inside it. The girls were ecstatic to say the least, but they almost immediately fell asleep inside with how cozy the pillow fort is. But most of all, their arguing has stopped while they share the quilt.

Mona clutches the hem of it, the side where the square of their first steps is sewn on. Her foot kicks in her sleep, and Hobie holds onto her to calm it down. Billie looks like she's frozen mid cheer, arms raised above her head while she snoozes. The quilt perfectly covers the both of them now that they're a bit older and taller. But you already know that Hobie's barely done with it, he's probably already thinking of new designs to put on it.

You're sat beside him, an arm looping over his shoulder as he immediately leans against you while he gazes at the girls sleeping soundly.

“What are you thinking about, Hobie?” Whispering, you rub his arm sweetly, lips kissing the crown of his head.

“The girls growin’ up,” tilting his head to look at you, his eyes shines under the twinkling fairy lights. “It's too fast, lovie.”

“I could dress them in onesies again.” Joking, it earns a snort from him. “Yeah, our girls are growing up, but I can't wait to see what's in store.”

“D’you think we did a good job?”

Your hand traces his back lovingly. “Yeah, I think we did alright.”

“Yeah?” He sniffs, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“Yeah.” Embracing him, you kiss his head again, earning a loving sigh from him. “I think we'll do alright with the next one though.”

Chuckling, Hobie holds onto you tightly. “Probably, love.”

“We'll see in nine months or so. Maybe it's triplets this time.” Before you could finish your sentence, he's already looking at you with a shocked expression, mouth agape, eyes flicking from your stomach back to your face. Nodding at his wordless question, Hobie can't scream from happiness so he just tackles you to the floor playfully, hand behind your head, and very careful with your stomach.

He needs to make another quilt.

—

“Why does he have his own quilt?” Billie asks, frowning at her newborn baby brother with his new quilt that's placed under his chubby body. The square has a kitten sleeping soundly, right next to it are three kittens playing around a ball of yarn that represents the twins and the new addition to the family. There are a few that are still blank slates, always ready to be designed by Hobie.

“Yeah, dad, why does he get his own when Billie and I have to share?” Mona adds, chin placed atop the crib while you could only look at Hobie expectantly.

“So you two can learn how to share.” Hobie makes an excuse while his hand covers both girls' heads in his palms. “Why? You don't like the one I made for you two?” He pats himself on the back for the brilliant switcheroo. In truth he first started making the quilt before the two of you found out you were having twins, hence the one blanket.

“No, we love it!” They simultaneously say with a whine.

Kitt gurgles in his sleep, and you pat him gently to keep him from waking up. With a sigh you usher them out of the room to let him sleep some more. “You three can fight about it downstairs.”

“Can we borrow Kitty's quilt?” Billie asks, voice a tad lower, clutching onto your arm while batting her puppy dog eyes.

“You can ask Kitt.” Chuckling, you lift her up before she could run off back to the crib and ask her baby brother. Leaning towards Hobie while he placates Mona by carrying her too, you whisper. “Told you it'll bite you someday.”

“Not my fault we had two of ‘em in one go.” You look at him with ‘really?’ expression. “Half my fault.” He surrenders, snorting as he cuddles Mona.

“Right, let's have some ice lollies. You two can have daddy's share.” The girls giggle at that while Hobie pouts beside you after taking another peek at a sleeping Kitt.

—

“Mummy, they're huntin’ me again!” Kitt runs around you and the vacuum as Hobie lifts up the couch effortlessly so you could clean under it. Your youngest hides behind your legs while Hobie chuckles at the sight.

The sound of the familiar footfalls running down the stairs has you and Hobie smiling even more. Billie reveals herself first, a menacing look on her face, quilt in hand while Mona follows a second later with a cackle escaping her lips.

“Kitty’s hidin’ behind mum.” Hobie says with a chuckle.

“Dad! You snitch!” Kitt gasps, still hiding behind your leg.

You look at Hobie with a shake of your head, trying not to laugh at your youngest’s predicament. All the while Hobie shrugs, and whispers, “It builds character.”

“Thanks, dad!” The girls run towards you, trying to catch their baby brother with their quilt as they go around and around you. They're but a blur in your vision as they run all over.

Their shared blanket's colours have worn down over the years, but thanks to Hobie's craftsmanship, it doesn't fray around the edges or look like its age. It's a lot bigger now than when they were just babies waddling around, it's so big that both girls had to hold it at each end so they could catch their brother like he's a freshly caught fish.

“Girls, what did I tell you about hunting your brother down for sport?” You ask as they chase each other around the living room.

Their giggles rise above the sound of the vacuum, so you close it with a click. Hobie gently drops the sofa before any of his kids go under it. He's immediately magnetized to your side, arm looped over your shoulder casually as you two go dizzy just from watching them run around.

“We just want to snuggle with Kitty!” Billie exclaims, almost catching Kitt before he could climb the walls which he's caught between the wall and the so-called net.

“‘m not a baby anymore, Bee!” He yells, voice cracking and peaking.

“You're literally nine years old! You're still a baby, right, mum?” Mona turns to you, flashing her puppy dog eyes.

“The three of you will always be babies in our eyes, Mon-mon.” You say with a smile as you tug Hobie closer.

“Aha!” Kitt uses the distraction to his advantage, side stepping and running back upstairs quickly.

“Hurry, before he gets to his room!” The twins coordinate their attacks, running up after their baby brother while keeping the well loved quilt off the floor.

“Good thing we haven't cleaned the upstairs yet, it'll be a bloodbath.” You say jokingly, patting his chest to tell him to continue vacuuming. Hobie stays in place, arm glued onto you. “You okay, Hobs?”

There's a glimmer in his eyes as he sighs and stares at the ceiling where the running footsteps thud. “I want another one.”

You groan, rolling your eyes as you try not to give him a fond smile lest you find yourself saying the same thing. “Hobie, come on—”

“Think ‘bout it, Kitt wants to be an older brother—”

“Okay—” you pull away, shaking your head as you hide your grin.

“Okay? That a yes, lovie?” Hobie asks so excitedly and happily that for a second you almost nodded along.

You turn on the vacuum, letting the sound drown out his incredibly convincing words that you've heard a handful of times now ever since Kitt started school.

“Do I have to make a bloody presentation for you?!” He yells playfully above the whirring and the rowdy footsteps upstairs. Smiling as he tries to turn off the vacuum but you cover the button with your hand. It turns into a game of tug of war with him, chuckling as he continues his pitch. “We have an extra room! We can afford it!”

“I know we can! They'll be adorable!”

“So it's a yes?!”

Kitt’s high pitched shriek means that the girls got to him and have wrapped him into a blanket burrito.

—

It all started with a simple, “dad, can you teach us how to sew?” Then it went to, “mum can you help us choose a fabric?” But after Billie and Mona mastered the hobby, you still have no idea why they've suddenly taken a liking to sewing and embroidery in the first place. Until they graduated from high school that is.

The five of you were cleaning up the house after the graduation party you and Hobie held in honour of the girls. The whole band came through and even a few of Hobie's spider society friends. It was bittersweet to say the least, you shed a lot of tears during their graduation and after they graduated. While Hobie was trying to keep it together for the two of you the whole time, always by your side, hugging and whispering sweetness in your ear, his facade fell when the girls slid a large gift wrapped box on the counter that he was wiping down.

“What's all this?” Hobie asks, white hair clinging on the side of his head that you've loved since the beginning of time.

“It's our gift to you and mum.” Mona says with a shy smile, eyes flicking towards you as you wipe your hands clean. As always Billie stands next to her, uncharacteristically bashful.

Kitt stops munching on his slice of cake, the same eyes as his dad that flicks between everyone's faces. “I helped with it.”

“Jus' a tad bit, Kitty.” They simultaneously say, expression a mirror of each other.

“What, I did!” He says, and you pat his head, pulling him next to you as unshed tears already cling to your lashes.

“It's your day, Mac and Cheese, why do we get the presents?” Hobie asks, hand nervously placed on the small of your back.

“It's a thank you gift, dad. For all the things you and mum have done for me and Mon-mon.” Billie rests her elbows on the counter, subtly pushing the gift towards the two of you. “Open it.”

“Open it.” Mona echoes back.

“Open it, open it!” Kitt adds to the growing chorus, hand thumping rhythmically on the counter.

“Alright, alright.” Chuckling, Hobie slowly unwraps the ribbon and pushes the gift over to you so you could open it together.

After carefully ripping the neatly wrapped present to preserve the paper for sentimental purposes, a recycled box of your old vacuum is shown underneath.

“We already have a vacuum, don't we, love?” He nudges you as he makes the obvious joke.

“Yeah, I think so, Hobs.” Grinning, you hear the girls groan.

“We jus' used the box! Open it!” Billie urges the two of you.

Proud of his dad joke, he opens the box carefully. Inside are piles of paper confetti that are in his Spider-Man colours. You can tell that Hobie's already emotional from it after you heard his staggered breathing.

With a hand placed on his bicep, you gesture for him to continue. He swipes away the bits of paper to reveal a quilt with the very first square of it being you and him, drawn in Billie's art style. Your heart squeezes as you place your head atop his arm while he feels for the stitching on the embroidery with his thumb.

“You all made this?” Hobie's voice is small, sniffing and choking on a sob. “On your own?”

“We had some help,” Mona glances at you with a fond smile. “And the old sewin’ machine still has some power in her.”

“Unfold it, dad, take a look.” Billie bites her thumb, a nervous tick of hers.

Hobie does what he's told, taking the heavy blanket and unfurling it from the box. It's big enough to cover the both of you in bed, but most of all, the squares each represent your life together with each other and your kids. His spider emblem on the other, and a simple heart for you. One has you and Hobie carrying baby Billie and Ramona in your arms, another with baby Kitt in tow. And a dozen more that have you reminiscing about the years as you cry into Hobie's sleeve.

“D’you like it?” Mona asks, eyes filling with tears of her own.

“Yeah,” Hobie nods, hugging the blanket against his chest before calling for his kids. “C’mere, you three.” Opening his arms, with you by his side, the twins hug him, and soon Kitt follows behind to join the group hug.

He has his own quilt to keep forever, it's not a rare jewel or something expensive, but it's his treasure, something he has passed down to his children. And that's something better than any gold or silver, it's from them, and he'll treasure it like it is.

He already has his heirloom right in his arms as he squeezes them in place. When he finally lets the tears flow on his cheeks, you press a heavy kiss on his temple. You and Hobie did good.

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