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zapreportsblog · 2 years ago

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❝when I look at you I see stars❞

✭ pairing : Hobie brown x reader

✭ fandom : spiderman into the spiderverse

✭ summary : (Y/n) and Hobie have been dating for a couple of months now and Hobie decided to take her to visit the spiderverse

✭ authors note : this fic is based off of this post by @pearlsinmyhair

✭ spiderman into the spiderverse masterlist

(Y/N) stood in her room, phone pressed against her ear as she chatted away with her friend. She absentmindedly painted her nails black, carefully adding white stars and other designs to create a punk-inspired manicure. It was a typical day for her, and she was used to Hobie's unconventional entrances. He was her boyfriend, after all, and his Spider-Punk persona was just part of the package.

As she chatted away, a familiar presence made itself known in her room. Hobie, or Spiderman as he liked to call himself, had arrived through a portal created by his trusty portal transmitter watch. He snuck up behind her, giving her a sweet little head kiss, interrupting her conversation.

Startled, (Y/N) turned around to face him, still holding the phone to her ear. She smiled at him, used to his surprise appearances. "Hey, darlin. What's up?" she asked nonchalantly.

Hobie grinned, his mischievous eyes sparkling. ”Aye, babe. I've got a little adventure planned for us," he said, his voice full of excitement.

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "An adventure, huh? What did you have in mind?"

Hobie's grin widened as he explained his plan. "I was thinking about taking you to the Spiderverse. You know, show you where I come from, the different versions of me. It'll be like a mini-vacation, just you and me."

(Y/N) paused, considering his proposal. She knew how much Hobie loved his rebellious antics, and the idea of exploring different dimensions did sound intriguing. However, she also knew the risks involved. Miguel, Hobie's mentor and the original Spiderman, had strict rules about not meddling with other universes. The only reason why she knew of it was because her boyfriend had a habit of ranting to her about how stuck up the man was.

Still, (Y/N) loved the thrill of adventure, and she couldn't resist the opportunity to spend time with Hobie. "Alright, darling. I’ll bite," she said with a smirk. "But you're gonna have to wait for my nails to dry and for me to change my clothes. Can't go on an adventure looking like this."

Hobie chuckled, his eyes shining with excitement. "Fair enough, my favorite girl. Take your time. I'll be right here, patiently waiting."

(Y/N) ended her call, put her phone down, and turned her attention back to Hobie. She leaned in, giving him a quick kiss before heading over to her dresser to pick out a new outfit. As she changed, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building within her. She knew that with Hobie, every adventure was bound to be unforgettable.

Once her nails were dry and she was ready, (Y/N) walked back to where Hobie was waiting. She took his hand, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Alright, Spiderman. Lead the way. Let's see what this Spiderverse is all about."

Hobie grinned, activating his portal transmitter watch once again. With a flash of light, the portal opened before them, revealing a multitude of dimensions waiting to be explored. Hand in hand, (Y/N) and Hobie stepped through, ready to embark on their thrilling adventure together.

Hobie and (Y/n) found themselves in the intricate web of the Spider-Verse, a multiverse that held countless adventures and perils. Hobie, always prepared for the unexpected, reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, glowing bracelet. Its design resembled a tiny punk-rock chain, adorned with a spider emblem.

He took (Y/n)'s wrist gently, helping her place the bracelet beside her beaded ones. The moment it clicked into place, the bracelet emitted a faint, soothing glow.

Hobie explained, his voice filled with a hint of mischief, "This is a day pass bracelet, babe. It's gonna help you stop glitching in the Spider-Verse. You know how chaotic this place can get."

(Y/n) eyed the bracelet curiously, then rewarded Hobie's thoughtfulness with a playful kiss on the chin. He grinned at her sweet gesture, his heart warmed by her affection.

Unable to resist the urge, Hobie leaned in and captured her lips in a tender kiss. It was a brief but passionate exchange, sealing their bond in the face of the unknown.

As they broke apart, Hobie took (Y/n)'s hand firmly in his own. He looked into her eyes with a determined expression. "Stay close to my side, okay?"

(Y/n) nodded, her playful smirk never leaving her face. "Yes, sir."

Hobie and (Y/n) ventured deeper into the Spider-Verse, where countless iterations of Spider-People swung through the cityscape and dimensions collided in a mesmerizing symphony of chaos and order. Hobie led the way with confidence, and (Y/n) stuck close to his side as he explained various aspects of this peculiar realm.

He gestured to a bustling building with a neon sign that read "Spider Cafe." "This is the cafeteria," he explained. "It's where all the many Spider-Men and Spider-Women meet up to refuel. There's something special about Spider Dave's donuts; he makes some of the best in the multiverse."

(Y/n)'s eyes sparkled with curiosity as she heard about Spider Dave's donuts. "Oh, I definitely want to try some of those," she exclaimed, her appetite piqued.

Hobie grinned at her enthusiasm, and they made their way into the bustling cafe. Inside, they were met with a diverse array of Spider-Folk, each from a different dimension, chatting and enjoying their meals.

The aroma of freshly baked donuts wafted through the air, enticing (Y/n) even more. Hobie led her to the counter, where a friendly, portly Spider-Man with a chef's hat greeted them.

"Hey, spiderman!" Spider Dave greeted, a warm smile on his face. "Who's your friend?"

Hobie introduced (Y/n) with a grin. "SpiderDave, this is (Y/n). She's new to the Spider-Verse, and she's dying to try your legendary donuts."

Spider Dave chuckled heartily. "Well, you've come to the right place, (Y/n)! What can I get you?"

(Y/n) peered into the glass display, her mouth watering at the sight of various donuts with spider-themed decorations. "I'll take a chocolate web-spin, please!"

Spider Dave swiftly boxed up a chocolate web-spin donut, handing it to (Y/n) with a flourish. She accepted it with a grin, her taste buds tingling in anticipation.

Hobie ordered his usual, a classic Spider-Punk blackberry donut, and soon they found a cozy corner to sit and enjoy their treats.

As (Y/n) took her first bite of the chocolate web-spin donut, her eyes widened in delight. It was everything Hobie had promised—soft, sweet, and utterly delicious.

Hobie leaned in, stealing a playful bite from her donut. "Told you it was worth it."

(Y/n) laughed, savoring the moment. As they enjoyed Spider Dave's donuts together, they knew that this adventure through the Spider-Verse was turning out to be as exhilarating and unforgettable as they had hoped.

With the taste of Spider Dave's donuts still lingering on their lips, Hobie and (Y/n) continued their tour through the bustling Spider-Verse. Hobie was an excellent tour guide, explaining the nuances of this unique realm with enthusiasm. (Y/n) couldn't help but be captivated by his passion and the vibrancy of the Spider-Verse.

As they strolled through the Spider-Verse cityscape, Hobie spotted familiar figures in the distance. Pavitr, Gwen, and Miles, his close friends and fellow Spider-People, were swinging their way toward them.

Hobie flashed a mischievous grin at (Y/n) and without warning, he scooped her up over his shoulder. She squealed in surprise, laughter bubbling out of her as they soared through the air. It was a thrilling ride that left her a giggling mess.

Upon landing gracefully, Hobie placed her down gently, and she wobbled a bit on her feet, still giddy from the experience.

Pavitr, Miles, and Gwen approached, their eyes widening in surprise at the sight of Hobie with a new face. Hobie, always one to keep things casual, introduced his friends to his girlfriend with a playful flair.

"Lads and gal, meet (Y/n)," he said with pride, a fond smile directed at her.

Pavitr and Miles immediately bombarded her with questions about her world and her journey into the Spider-Verse, their curiosity insatiable. Gwen, on the other hand, groaned and playfully pushed the boys away.

"Give the girl some space, you two. She's not here for an interrogation," Gwen scolded them, coming to (Y/n)'s defense.

(Y/n) couldn't help but chuckle at the camaraderie between the Spider-Friends. She introduced herself warmly, shaking hands with Gwen and sharing a knowing look, as if silently agreeing that boys could be quite the handful.

With the boys locked in their own animated conversation about various Spider-Verse shenanigans, (Y/n) and Gwen drifted off to the side, forming their own connection. As they chatted and shared stories, (Y/n) couldn’t help but feel a pair of eyes on her.

As (Y/n) and Gwen drifted away from the boys, engaged in their own conversation, Hobie couldn't help but steal a lingering glance at his girlfriend's departing figure. His eyes were drawn to her perky and perfectly sized rear, a sight that never failed to captivate him.

However, it wasn't just her lovely form that had captured his attention this time. It was the pair of jeans she was wearing, which were new to him. They were dark blue with vibrant red stars artfully embroidered on the backside.

Hobie couldn't contain his appreciation for the stylish choice she had made. Under his breath, he mumbled, "Damn."

Pavitr, who had been observing Hobie's expression with a raised eyebrow, turned to him and asked, "What's got you muttering, mate?"

Hobie couldn't help but grin mischievously, his eyes still locked on (Y/n) as she walked away. "I'm seein' stars here, mate."

Pavitr chuckled and shook his head, understanding the sentiment entirely. After all, in the Spider-Verse, where extraordinary sights and adventures awaited at every turn, sometimes it was the little things, like the sight of stars on your girlfriend's jeans, that left the biggest impression.

As (Y/n) continued her conversation with Gwen, she couldn't shake the feeling that someone's eyes were on her. It was a peculiar sensation, as if a pair of laser-focused eyes were burning into her, tracing her every move.

Unable to resist the urge, she subtly peeked over her shoulder, trying to pinpoint the source of this mysterious gaze. Her search led her to her boyfriend, Hobie, who had been a few paces behind her. His eyes were locked on her with an intensity that left her both flattered and amused.

With a playful scolding tone, she wagged a finger at him, "Eyes up here, pal," pointing towards her face to emphasize her point.

Hobie, his gaze reluctantly breaking away from her perky rear, looked up at her face. However, his expression quickly shifted from scolded to thoroughly impressed. (Y/n) had on a black coho top adorned with red stars on the breast part of her shirt, and it was a look that suited her perfectly.

"Damn," Hobie couldn't help but mutter under his breath, captivated by her style and beauty.

(Y/n) maintained her teasing tone, "Oh, no you don’t. You better not be getting any ideas, or I'm giving both these clothing pieces away."

Hobie couldn't resist a grin as he approached her, closing the gap between them. "But, babe, I love seeing your stars," he said with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

(Y/n) felt herself flush at his words, her playful scolding turning into bashful fluster. In the ever-chaotic and extraordinary Spider-Verse, Hobie's adoration for her was a constant source of warmth and comfort, and she couldn't help but be smitten by his charming antics.

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memory-and-sky · 2 years ago

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hi I loved your dysphoria fic and I wanted to request a ftm coming out to hobie fic? Maybe somewhere pretty like a fair or a spiderman classic tall building?

yes!!! i love writing ftm fics! thank you so so much anonnnn :3 hoping you enjoy!!

word count: 666 (how cool!)

containing: swearing, mention of dysphoria, reader is transmasc, use of ‘girl’ to address reader (once), crying, a little emotional i will admit! also a little corny but as is life

the rest of the fic is under the cut!

coming out (finally).

hobie x ftm!reader

It had been a long day without Hobie.

He’s the only one that you really trusted, really loved, and the only one who really cared for you in return. He… yeah, he loved you.

Those words were heavy on your mind as you paced the streets of Camden, trying to calm yourself down before going back on Hobie’s houseboat where you knew he’d be waiting. You were currently wearing Hobie’s tattered shirt, jacket, and jeans.

He probably wondered why you were always stealing his stuff, too.

Well…

Putting it simply, you hated being a girl. You couldn’t dress like one without crying uncontrollably. You hated it more than anything ever.

That’s why you’d been favouring Hobie’s clothes over your own recently.

Also why your back hurt incessantly. All the slouching in an attempt to hide your chest did a number on you.

You weren’t a girl. You knew this. Have for a while, but subsided it because of the world you lived in. And other shit that was happening. It was too much.

You didn’t know how Hobie felt about trans people. He was gay, but that’s… different.

As you came up on the dock Hobie’s houseboat was at, where you had been staying, your heartbeat increased.

Fuck.

Could you even do this?

You had to. You promised yourself. And Hobie… Hobie’s not the type of person to hate someone like that. Not for who they are, and what they cannot change.

You walked over to Hobie’s houseboat, and climbed on. Was he even home yet?

You looked in the bedroom, under the deck, and he was sleeping. Climbing the stairs down, you went to go gently wake him up.

“Whuh…” Hobie rubbed his eyes as you shook him awake. “Oh, mornin’, pre’y girl,”

You shuddered at the use of ‘girl’, not in a good way at all.

“It’s evening. Can I…um… well, I just have somethin’ to talk with you… about.”

“Do I gotta get up?” He mumbled.

“Yes. Please?”

Hobie sat up, slid his slippers onto his feet, and then went upstairs with you, onto the deck.

You looked out at the setting sun, casting orange lighting on you both.

It was beautiful. As stupid as it might sound, it gave you a bit of confidence.

Like you had to do it now. It was so pretty, how could you not?

“Hobie, you… you’d accept me no matter what I told ya, yeah?”

He nodded without hesitation. “Barely anyfing you could tell me t’ make me hate ya, love,”

You avoided his gaze. Jesus, you were terrified.

“So, you know how I’ve cut my hair kinda short, and I’ve been stealing your boyish clothes…” You took a shaky deep breath. “I… I’m not a girl. I’m a boy. I’ve decided I want to go by (y/n) and use he and him or whatever. I wanna be recognized as a guy.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, and clenched your fists in anticipation.

“Oh… oh, han’some…” You opened your eyes to a big grin on Hobie’s gorgeous features, as he brought up a calloused hand to gently cradle your face. “I’ll do anyfing t’ help ya, aight? Anyfing, I promise. I’ll cut yer hair if ya want, I’ll help ya with getting new clothes, I accept ya, ‘kay? Even if you gotta change yer identity a million times ova’, I’ll support ya through all of it.”

You felt like crying out of happiness, and as tears sprang to your eyes, you hugged Hobie tightly, held him like he was going to disappear at any moment.

“T-thank you, Hobie…” You cried into his shirt that he had sewn himself.

You sobbed as Hobie pressed kisses onto the top of your head, rubbing your back gently at the same time.

“Of course, mate. ‘n I’m sorry fo’ callin’ you a girl, hope you can forgive me, swee’ ting.”

“I—I can. Y-you didn’t know, it’s not… on you,” You sniffled.

Whatever happens next, you were glad you did this when you did.

You loved Hobie, and he loved you, so… that’s all that mattered to you. You’d make it through together.

[sorry for the shortness of this, everyone! hope u still liked♥️]

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clowningaroundmars · 11 months ago

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Hobie1610 pt. 3

part 3 has finally arrived!!! at a faster rate than part 2 but a bit of a wait nonetheless lol

not entirely sure how long this lil story will go on for but hope y'all are enjoying this ride regardless, whether it ends on the next part or in 3 more chapters ldfjkdhf

in this installment: thrilling action, a high stakes chase, and we get to learn more abt our beloved hobie jones! yippee!

>pt. 1 here<

>pt. 2 here<

>pt. 4 here<

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By some miracle, Hobie did not mention the suit to Miles once they started texting semi-regularly.

Unfortunately, they also couldn't really make their lunch date (date? God, get it together, Morales. It is not a date…) as soon as Miles would have liked, due to a million different things getting in the way of them setting a solid day aside to chill together.

Just his luck, of course.

But in the hallways, Hobie actually deigned to give Miles a passing smile every now and then. They didn’t ever get to hang out like they did for those precious few moments on the first day of school, but Miles didn’t feel the crushing weight of guilt every time he saw Hobie in his same classroom anymore. What a relief!

So Miles was mostly okay with how things were going anyhow, even if the hangout ended up falling through and they both decided not to go in the end. He was able to patrol and do his homework in blissful peace for the first time in months.

… Kind of.

That look on Hobie’s handsome face as he looked down past Miles’ coat collar though…

That still ate away at an anxious part of Miles’ brain whenever he had the time to sit down and really let his worries manifest.

No time to think about that now, though. Miles was suited up again on a school night, hoping to get at least an hour’s worth of patrolling in before security at Visions noticed he was absent from his dorm room. He hoped Ganke would be able to cover for him like he always did.

It was yet another cold evening out in New York City, and Miles was steadily covering the edges of Brooklyn, heading towards Manhattan to do a quick sweep through Central Park like he did on occasion. There was always something going on in Manhattan, especially during the evening.

Miles decided it wouldn’t hurt to take a quick peek before calling it a night and heading back to Visions.

So away he went-- now fully in his Spiderman element-- vaulting and soaring over buildings, showing off every now and then by doing silly flips and tricks mid-air for the opportunistic New Yorkers looking to snap their Spiderman Sighting of the day. A little social media promo never hurt anyone, after all…

Spiderman finally swung down onto a tree branch on the western side of the park from a street lamp and was just about to lower himself down as inconspicuously as he could, before immediately feeling the tingling electricity of his Spider Senses race up and down his spine, giving him the usual headache along with it.

He crouched down quietly on a branch and watched as a familiar lanky figure streaked across the path underneath him onto the grass and beyond.

Whoever this runner was, he was fast. And hot on his trail was a gang of burly bumbling assholes cursing up a blue streak as they gave chase.

Spiderman’s eyes stayed glued to the fast runner like they were a lifeline. His senses honed in on the person and he erupted out of the leaves of the tree with one mighty leap, sailing through the air to shoot a web out and swing his way on over to the excitement.

Several joggers, people walking dogs after work, and mothers with baby carriages exclaimed and shouted as they were barreled into by the gang of men trying to keep up with their moving target. The runner didn’t seem to be giving up, though, as their long legs sent them flying over bushes and rocks and lounging people as gracefully as a ribbon in the air.

It was indeed getting dark soon again, but the darkness didn’t really affect Spiderman’s senses at all. His mask helped him fine-tune his powerful vision and anticipate the runner’s next moves.

It looked as though they were trying to make their way up towards the Great Lawn from Cedar Hill, but whether the person was planning to make a break for the now-empty Delacorte Theatre or the Metropolitan Museum Of Art… or beyond? That was the million dollar question.

Spiderman didn’t want to lose the person in case they happened to just be a petty thief, since that would be a quick and easy problem to fix. But as he silently chased down the runner alongside (and unbeknownst) to the gang, his suspicions gave way to some other... ideas.

Namely, that the runner seemed young, a bit too young for someone to be pissing off this many fully-grown gang members.

He pushed through his confusion and made a break for the theatre the second he guessed that the runner was pivoting in that direction.

The trees were getting thicker the closer they got to the Belvedere Castle and Spiderman eventually resorted himself to hoofing it, mindful of sticking to the shadows of the foliage that surrounded them on all sides.

He was super grateful now more than ever that his suit happened to be his signature sleek black and red, rather than the tacky and hyper-visible reds and blues of many of his Spider counterparts (sorry Peter!)

Once he confirmed that the suspicious target was indeed planning on hiding in the bleachers of the massive amphitheatre, he shot up a web to hoist himself into the infrastructure from the tall stadium lights. From there, he positioned himself a bit closer to the fray, hearing the loud and heavy boots of the gang following the runner, not far behind.

Then, he squinted into the dusk as he watched one of the entrances from his perch up high... and almost choked on his own saliva!

In comes none other than Hobie Motherfucking Jones, streaking down several steps like a shooting star, clutching onto… something tucked under one of his arms. He was breathless, panting loudly, and heading straight for the Belvedere Lake.

Upon hearing the heavy bootfalls get ever closer with every passing second, it seemed that Hobie got the idea to attempt a last-minute juke by throwing himself underneath the stairs that faced the lake, tucking himself as tightly as he could under the massive stage at the center.

Spiderman watched all of this happening with wide eyes, holding his own breath in. He prayed that the ugly thugs didn’t see Hobie’s sneaky last-second move, but climbed up high onto the stadium lights and prepared to swing down anyhow, just in case.

What was Hobie even doing here, out at this hour? And what the hell did he manage to steal that was so important to these men anyways? It was quite a chase they were caught up in, running nearly two entire miles all the way up to the amphitheatre just to catch him, and that was only from what he could see when he swung into action.

The group split up and pulled out flashlights, determinedly searching the bleachers and corners as best they could while the sky rapidly darkened above them.

From right below the webbed crime-fighter, Hobie poked his head out from the shadows and took a peek.

No, no, duck back down! Spiderman wanted to shout, but he couldn’t.

No one knew he had followed them and he was safe high above the action where he balanced himself on the metal bars that housed the bulbs. His muscles tensed as the bright beam of light from one guy’s flashlight swept a little too close to Hobie’s head. Damnit.

Spiderman couldn’t just sit there all day! He had a friend to save, stolen item be damned!

He rechecked his web shooters furtively and took aim.

He set his sights on another stadium light pole across from the stage, figuring that if he was quick and agile enough, he could time his swing well enough to scoop Hobie up from where he was hidden and avoid any detection. Hopefully.

Seemed like a solid enough plan though, until Hobie just. Shot out from his hiding place all of a sudden, the heels of his boots rapping loudly against the cement and echoing all around the stage as he made a beeline for the lakefront.

Shit!!!

Miles wanted to kill him. Those guys didn’t even suspect he was hiding where we was in the first place!

... Okay, plan B!

Spiderman’s brain whirred at breakneck speeds as he watched the thugs exclaim loudly and give chase yet again, this time much closer to Hobie than they ever were before.

Without thinking, he swung down from his perch and bowled over a couple of men in his haste to simply just… grab Hobie like a damsel in distress and fireman-carry him back around the gang to get a good line of web onto a nearby pole.

The men all cursed and shouted in surprise of course, flashlight beams waving around everywhere.

One of them even yelled, “what the hell was that?!” like a character in one of his dad’s favorite cheesy slasher movies.

Spiderman was too fast for them, a black blur simply whizzing by as he grabbed Hobie and hoisted the both of them up into the air with a mighty leap. Hobie yelped in surprise, grunting from the effort, and seemed to let whatever he stole slip out of his hands which then clattered loudly onto the ground below.

The thugs rejoiced then, shaking fists at Hobie and his rescuer as they flew up to the top of a tree and detached themselves so they could fall onto the stadium light opposite from Spiderman’s initial hiding spot.

Spiderman didn’t stop until he attached another web up to the lights and dangled there for a bit. Adrenaline still coursed through his veins as he shifted Hobie off of his shoulders and let him slide slowly onto his side, his friend’s wiry arms clutching him tightly.

They both watched with rapt attention at the goings-on several feet below them.

The thugs congregated around the fallen item, picking it up and turning it this way and that. It looked like a briefcase, though with the low lighting it really could’ve been anything. It was only when one of them-- the biggest and burliest of them all-- shouted out another colorful swear word that Hobie then seemed to come back to himself again.

He squeezed Spiderman’s shoulders with his arms and kicked at him. They swung a bit from the wiggling.

“Ouch!” Spiderman hissed, as quietly as he could. He was hoping the dark dusk would conceal their position now as long as they made No Noises, but even that wasn’t guaranteed.

“Go, go, go, go, man! Let’s get out of here!!” Hobie hissed right back into his ear, his face mere centimeters away from Spiderman’s mask.

Spiderman stubbornly ignored the heat radiating out from his face at that realization and jerked this way and that, looking for an easy escape from their conundrum.

Flashlight beams danced around the ground before finally swinging up to the trees and catching sight of a pair of shoes dangling in the sky.

The biggest and meanest one of the bunch pulled something out of his pocket and took aim.

Bullet! Spiderman’s senses screamed into his cerebellum.

“Goddamn,” he huffed ruefully as the shots rang out. Hobie panicked. “Bullets for us? That’s a little harsh, isn’t it?”

Hobie clung onto his hero for dear life. “Brother, if you do not get a move on from here, we are both gonna get turned into fish filets!” He shouted into Spiderman’s ear.

“Ow. Okay,” Spiderman grumbled, sticking himself to the side of the pole they dangled from and readjusting Hobie so that he clung onto his back instead.

He took a deep breath and narrowly dodged a bullet that whizzed unnervingly close to their heads. Hobie yelled again.

“Okay, okay, okay,” Spiderman began, speaking quickly. “Hold on, okay? Hold on tight. Just hold on and do not let me go for even a second!”

“On it!” Hobie shouted back, legs kicking a bit before wrapping themselves tightly around Spiderman’s torso.

They both took a breath and then Spiderman jumped, gaining some air before twin webs erupted from his web shooters-- aimed directly towards the seating area entrance.

Together, he and Hobie rocketed from their airborne position towards their escape route once the fluids connected to solid architecture. To his credit, Hobie only whimpered a little bit through the ride.

The thugs had no chance! They stumbled on tired, aching legs towards the very door the two teens had left out of, complaining and cursing some more as they searched through the steps and made their way out onto the theatre’s general admission and concessions area.

They searched and searched through the bushes and trees, going so far as to even check the sculptures near the structure.

After several tense moments of gruff shouting back-and-forth, the search eventually died down until only a couple of the men were left sweeping the area once more. The others had already given up their fruitless endeavor and called it a night.

“Fucking kids, man. What the hell,” Spiderman heard one of them grumble before kicking at the Romeo and Juliet statue angrily and following the rest of his cohorts down the path towards the Great Lawn again.

Hobie and Spiderman let out matching sighs of relief then, happy to have given the men the slip by managing to hide behind the giant 3D Delacorte Theatre sign right above the box offices. Lucky for them, most people don’t think to search behind lit-up signs, so they went completely undetected.

“… Wanna let me know what you were doing here this whole time? You could’ve gotten killed!” Spiderman breathed. He wanted his tone to be sharper, more authoritative… but he was just so glad to see his new friend still in one piece instead of riddled with more holes than a chunk of swiss cheese!

Hobie scoffed, tucking a loc behind his ear and sitting back. Thanks to the lighting of the sign and the other park lights in the area, Spiderman could see him digging around in his coat pocket and fishing out-- a USB drive?

Hobie held it up triumphantly, sleepy down-turned eyes glistening with pride.

“I got it! Suckers! Screw them by the way, I’m not the thief, if that’s what you’re wondering,”

Well. He was sneaky, alright. Spiderman had to hand that to him, at the very least.

He sat back on his heels as well and exhaled. “Fine. I believe you. What’s on that drive?”

Hobie squinted at him then, really giving him a good once-over now that the excitement had officially died down. “…Damn. You’re Spiderman,”

“Yeah, yeah. Hey, hi, nice to meet you, I’m your friendly neighborhood Sp-- ugh, seriously man, just tell me what all of that was back there or else I’m webbing you up and calling the cops.”

“Hey!” Hobie objected. “Like I said already, I’m the good guy here. I snagged this from those guys because I caught them snoopin’ around the museum over that way. I followed them and found out they were stealing this!”

Spiderman bobbed his head. “Okay? And what’s on it?”

Hobie turned the drive over a bit in his hands, admiring it. “Most likely? Security codes, schedules, maps. I’ve been uh… investigating those dudes for a while after watching them sniff around the museum for a few days now. It looks like they were just art thieves plannin' a heist, so I jumped on the opportunity to deliver justice myself.”

Hobie’s mischievous grin was met by Spiderman’s disapproving stare.

“And why didn’t you just call security and let them know? Like I said, super dangerous thing you did back there! If I wasn’t there to save you, you could’ve died, man.”

Hobie pocketed his USB drive again and rolled his eyes. “Y’know, for a vigilante hero with cool superpowers, you sure are a square.”

Spiderman sat up and placed a hand on his chest, feigning hurt. “Oof, ow. That’s mean,”

“Yeah, it is, but you know I’m right. If a kid like me walked up to some cops and tried to warn them of a possible art heist, you just know those pricks’ll laugh in my face and do literally nothing about it. I had to take matters into my own hands!” Hobie jutted his chin out defiantly.

Well. Couldn't really argue with that, especially considering PDNY’s less-than-stellar track record of taking preventative measures most times. All that they would most likely do is nod along to whatever Hobie was telling them and chuckle, shaking their heads as they walk away. Not their problem.

Spiderman rubbed his chin. “Point taken," he conceded. "So what’s your plan now?”

Hobie glanced around, as if he was checking for any eavesdroppers. “I’m gonna submit some photos to a journalist I met online before turning this in back to the museum. The journalist’ll help get those guys behind bars once a story's published and some actual adults talk to the cops. I am going to go collect my reward,”

Spiderman blinked. He had a bunch of questions swimming in his head, but the first question out of his mouth was, “what reward?”

“The reward for turning in precious security info, genius!” Hobie tapped at his forehead with a finger and grinned. “If I get to negotiate with them, I can get some money to save up and-- uh. Nevermind. Listen, are you gonna rat me out or not?”

Miles’ brow creased behind his mask. “… I don’t think I will. Sounds like you’re doing the right thing… mostly.”

Hobie cheered silently. “Yes! Okay, I take it back, Spidey. You are cool!”

Spiderman sighed. “But first, I need to know you’re gonna be safe. Like, actually, and that you’re not gonna get followed home.”

Hobie shrugged nonchalantly and pushed more locs out of his face again. “Yeah, you can walk me home if you want,”

“No, that’s not what I mean. I mean, that’s not the only thing I mean. I need you to promise me that you’re not gonna get into stupid stunts like this again. That was so dangerous and you really could’ve gotten hurt!”

Hobie exhaled as well. He stared intensely into the mask’s giant white lenses for a beat, making Spiderman shift uncomfortably.

Then, he held up his pinkie. “… Fine. I won’t do stupid shit like this again. I promise.”

Spiderman blinked a few more times and hooked his pinkie onto Hobie’s. “Uh. Okay, cool! Cool, that’s what I wanna hear, considering keeping New Yorkers safe is my job! I just wanna see you safe, that’s all. No more art heists, you gotta leave that to the professionals to handle,”

“What, professionals like you? You might’ve not even gotten to them in time before they snuck off with like millions of dollars worth of art, bro.”

“Anyone ever tell you you are just so mean? Dontcha have a little faith in me? The ‘vigilante hero with cool superpowers’?” Spiderman shot back.

They both laughed.

“Seriously, though. I do appreciate the fact that you saved my ass back there,” Hobie admitted, eyes cast downwards for a second. “I was actually gonna throw this thing into the lake and hope this drive got eaten by like… a fish or something.”

“And what about you?” Spiderman smiled despite himself.

“Well,” Hobie shrugged. “If I died, I died. I guess,”

It was Spiderman’s turn to scoff now. “You have a family, man. Don’t be ridiculous. You have friends and family that would miss you!”

Hobie’s expression turned dark, his entire face shadowing for a second before being replaced by cool detached nonchalance. A slight hint of annoyance stayed put underneath.

“… My family’s barely my family. I don’t have any friends, either. Don't worry about me.” Hobie admitted in a clipped tone. He stood up abruptly and started doing some casual stretches.

Spiderman stood up as well, knowing fully well how this song and dance was going to go.

He would never admit it out loud, but he’d seen his fair share of self-destructive citizens throwing themselves into the middle of danger in the short time he’d been doing this whole vigilante thing. He had talked many a melancholy or manic person from tossing themselves off of multiple different buildings, different bridges, stopped them from “falling” onto train tracks.

And as loath as he is to admit it, this Hobie’s particular brand of cool detachment was entirely too familiar to him as well.

A flash of his uncle Aaron’s face lit up a part of his brain that he hadn’t really allowed himself to acknowledge since that fateful day. He quickly stamped that out.

He cleared his throat and rubbed at his neck. “… Well. That sounds pretty depressing, man.”

He didn’t notice Hobie’s shoulders hitch at that phrase.

“But,” Spiderman continued, “You got people out here who care about you, even if you don’t know it. You’re still so young, you could be ending your life before you even meet, like, your favoritest person in the whole world, right? So just do me a quick favor, take care of yourself. For me. Live long enough to meet your favorite person, alright?”

Spiderman put on his best comforting expression that he could despite the mask most likely getting in the way of Hobie fully seeing it. He hoped his words were enough to convince him not to dive off the deep end, at least not anytime soon.

It seemed to work at least a little bit, because Hobie looked back at him with a much warmer-- albeit hesitant-- expression.

“Can I ask you something?” Hobie finally said after a few moments of silence.

“Uh, sure.” Spiderman replied.

“Do you know about a kid named Miles Morales at all?”

The air was sucked out of Spiderman’s lungs right then as he floundered like a fish for a minute, brain working into overdrive to make his answer sound both intelligent and convincing.

“U-uh, maaaybeee? I dunno, I meet a lot of New Yorkers everyday and I don’t get many names, yanno? S-sounds familiar, but sorr--”

“I knew it,” Hobie exhaled a laugh and surged forward to embrace Spiderman with both arms.

Spiderman stood frozen in his place, arms held in mid-air as he worked to process this.

“Uh. What--”

Spiderman felt Hobie’s chin dig into the side of his cheek a little as he turned his lips to his ear. “Your secret’s safe with me, by the way. I’m not telling anyone,”

Miles felt his whole world turn on its axis before shattering completely.

Oh no, no, no, no, no! Goddamnit!

Miles pushed Hobie off and stepped back, holding his hands up. “Oh hey, whoa, whoa, whoa. I dunno what you’re thinking or who you think I am, but--!”

Hobie sighed loudly. “Miles, I saw your suit.”

The world screeched to a halt.

Hobie picked his gaze back up off of his feet and even seemed apologetic, almost. “I, uhm. Like, back on the roof. At Visions. I wasn’t… a hundred percent sure I saw it, since it could’ve been any logo at all, but. Well, you’re a pretty bad liar too, y’know that, right?”

Miles sucked in a slightly shaky breath, gulping loudly. “Uh. W-well,”

Hobie smiled shyly. “You, uh… you’re like around the same height as Miles Morales, anyways. And you sure sound a lot like him, too.”

Damn. Damn it all.

Miles spun this way and that, placing his hands atop his head as he panicked slightly. “H-Hobie, you cannot tell anyone else about this, whatsoever. Do you understand? No one. At all. Or we’re both dead!”

Hobie held his hands up, lines creasing in his face. “Look bro, you’ve got secrets of mine too. We pinkie promised, remember? I don’t break promises.”

Miles didn’t point out that the promise was so that Hobie would stop getting himself into stupidly dangerous situations, but he accepted it anyways, albeit reluctantly.

“D-do… do you actually, like actually promise me you’ll never breathe a word about this to anyone? Ever? At all?”

Hobie held up his right hand into the air, as if taking an oath. “I, MJ, solemnly swear to never breathe a single word to anyone about your super secret identity, so help me god.”

Miles planted his fists on his hip and shook his head. “Oh my god,” he exhales on a shaky laugh.

“Don’t you believe me? What would I have to gain by selling you out? Oh,” Hobie stops suddenly, perking up. “We could even work together! I got me my sweet camera and my extensive connects, man. Think about it!”

“No, no. Hobie. Stop that, man. I’m not putting you into any danger after I just saved your skinny butt. Spiderman doesn’t do sidekicks anyways,”

Hobie looked a bit put out, but shrugged anyways. “Well, I mean… think about it sometime. We could seriously take down criminal activity around here, if you’re down! And, uh. You do have my number,”

Miles looked up and took a deep breath. “Mmnyes, I do. I do have your number. That’s… I mean you’re not wrong about that. Listen, I think it’s getting pretty late and we should both be heading back home now, though.”

The corners of Hobie’s mouth curled up mischievously. “True, true. It is a school night, after all.”

Miles couldn’t stop grinning despite the heavy anvil that threatened to burst out of his chest. “Yep, yes it is! Okay, time to get you home now. C’mon, let’s go.”

Miles moved to step into Hobie’s space and carry him on his back again so he could lower the both of them down from the lip of the theatre roof.

But before that happened, he felt Hobie place a cold but strong hand on his shoulder, stopping him.

Miles looked up inquisitively and felt his breath catch in his throat as he felt those same hands slowly slide up the smooth spandex of his suit, up his shoulders, and then they stopped at his neck, at the seam of where his suit and mask met.

The entire thing probably only took a few seconds to do, but to Miles it felt like eons passed as he felt every single muscle twitch and the pulse beating underneath Hobie’s skin while he ran those fingers up his arms.

He was standing so close to him! Oh god!

The entire ordeal was unbearably intimate, and Miles could barely stop the shudder that wracked his body suddenly.

Hobie’s soft lips were slightly parted, the lighting of the sign next to them caught in the dark brown portals that were his eyes.

“U-uhm. Sorry, this is weird...” he mumbled quietly. But his hands didn't move.

All around them, crickets started their soothing chorus.

Here they were, right behind the giant lettering of the Delacorte Theatre, intertwined in each other’s arms on a cold night-- and Miles’ core body temperature has never felt hotter before. He felt like he could melt steel, the way this night was going. He didn’t know when his hands raised to grasp onto Hobie’s arms, but they must’ve done it of their own accord because Miles then felt himself squeezing softly onto Hobie’s biceps.

Slowly, painstakingly, and carefully… Hobie made his move.

Every centimeter of the mask being pushed up was accompanied by a soft look that asked-- no, it begged-- for permission to continue. His hands seemed to move on their own eventually, as he slid the mask up over the back of Miles' head and then eased it up off of his nose.

Hobie wore a soft look of determination then, that fully came into view again once Miles felt his mask slide right up off of his eyes. Hobie’s soft hands eventually fell away, mask in one hand, no sounds in the air except for the wildlife of the park starting to wake now that the night has officially fallen.

Miles wasn’t sure why he did, but he held his breath.

After a few seconds of appraising gazes from each other, pupils meeting pupils, exchanging a million words a second with just a few looks… Hobie grinned beautifully.

“Damn. There you are,”

Miles felt a plume of heat erupt from his gut and rush up to his face. “Uh. Hm, y-yep. Here I am,” he blinked back at Hobie with his big brown eyes.

Hobie had a look of pure joy on his face before it started to melt away suddenly. “You know… I should backstab you for abandoning me out of nowhere that one time, though… I really should...”

The moment collapsed like an undone web, a delicate thing now completely destroyed as Miles leaped up in indignation.

“Hobie!”

Hobie stepped back and laughed loudly. “Re-lax! I’m not gonna actually do it. But. Y’know.”

“And if you do, I’ll leave you webbed up to that billboard near Visions,” Miles threatened, mostly light-heartedly.

“Psshh, and then get my mom’s two million lawyers on your ass? Good luck,”

“As if they could ever catch me! I’m Spiderman!”

Just as easily as they had stepped out of being just kids for a moment, they stepped right back into it, bickering like they'd been friends since forever.

Miles lowered the both of them from the sign and they headed towards the eastern side of the park, making their way over to Hunter’s Gate. They bickered and bantered back and forth the entire way there, and it was only once they made it to the outer gates of the park that Miles stopped them both.

With his mask back on and other New Yorkers now milling nearby, Miles made it a point to lower his voice as he turned to Hobie and puffed his chest out heroically.

“So, random citizen. Where are we off to today? I told you I’d take you back home safely, and that’s what I’m gonna do.”

“’Cause you promised, right?” Hobie smirked, tucking his hands into his coat pockets.

“Uhm. Yeah, yeah. I did. So, lead the way!” Spiderman made a grand ushering gesture, and Hobie chuckled good-naturedly as he stepped aside and exited Central Park.

“You gonna walk me home, Spiderman?” Hobie threw him a side-long glance.

“Yyyeah…? Why? You’d rather swing home?”

“I liked swinging, actually. Yeah,” Hobie stopped where he was on the sidewalk and nodded with an air of finality. “Yeah… let’s swing!”

Spiderman felt his heart do a few somersaults in his chest before he gestured towards his shoulders. Hobie quickly assumed the position, long lanky arms wrapping around him and leaning his body weight against Spiderman’s side.

Spiderman shot up a web to a nearby street lamp and gave his friend one more glance.

“You sure?” He asked again, really making sure that Hobie was okay with this. Not many people really liked swinging, which was understandable. Even Miles wasn't the biggest fan of it at times.

Hobie chuckled and ignored the onlookers as they slowly ambled past the two, throwing the teens questioning glances as they made their way past them.

“Yeah, I am! Let’s go,”

Miles: Do you actually actually really like on your LIFE promise that you’re not ginna tell a soul about… well…

Miles: gonna*

MJ: Yes, Miles. I PROMISE [eyeroll emoji]

Miles: I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE

MJ: Do you actually, though? ;)

Miles: No. But I can find out… I got connects

MJ: Uh huh. I’ll tell your “connects” that if you don’t take me out on that promised lunch date, our friendly neighborhood Spiderman just might be the next trending topic on ALL social media apps again very soon……..

Miles: Oh my god. You are Evil. I can’t believe this. My next arch nemesis… damn

Miles: What a killer plot twist. The greatest foe I have yet to face happens to be none other than one of my very own classmates

Miles: It be ya own people

From his family’s Lower Manhattan penthouse, Hobie laughs out loud as he reads the text messages, ignoring all of the curious glances thrown his way by various members of his team.

From Miles’ own humble dorm room at Visions, he laughs aloud as well.

#spiderverse #clown horn #miles morales #hobie brown #<- well i mean not really but yall know what i mean #hope u guys enjoyed this lil installment! <3 #i tried to make the action as entertaining as possible but y'all must know.... that it really is my weak spot so if you guys read all that #and went 'huh'#well then.... Understandable Have A Nice Day!#but listen mj is more often than not a total bamf in the comics and so to make 1610's mj not nearly as cool #esp when this is HOBIE we're talkin abt here... that would be criminal. so i did what i had to do #and i'm trying to like uuhhhh not do an Exposition Dump on hobie jones' character all at once #just sorta drip feeding y'all his backstory before we Get Into It ya feel me #also @ everyone leaving nice comments so far. I LOV YOU :) <3 #thank u!#sorry abt the messy ass art on this chapter. i rushed it as i'm sure y'all can tell #they also dont match up 1:1 on the story bc i did the sketches initially before i wrote all this #just as concept art before sitting down to write so i meannnn! but! they came out p close to the finished product #so i was like 'ok close enough lets just ink it and be done'#hope yall still like them anyhow LOL oops #anyways..... i gotta quit my yappin'#see yall on the next one <3 #punkflower #← almost forgot to tag oof #mi writing

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popcultureoverdosed · 4 months ago

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Watching Across The Spider-Verse should be your Canon Event

I don't know how they did it, but Sony Animation outdid themselves with this sequel. The first spider verse movie was already a legendary cinematic experience and this takes things up to 11. The drama, action, character dialogue, and animation are vastly improved to a degree nobody could've ever predicted.

It goes without saying that the animation is as breathtaking as ever. Every single scene is beautifully composed and has loads of details packed into them. Animators got to be even more experimental this time around to show off the various art styles from the different dimensions. Gwen’s dimension is done in a water-color style that shifts colors depending on the mood of the scene. During her emotional dialogue with her dad, the backgrounds become incredibly messy and abstract to reflect how they feel. My favorite style used comes from Hobie Brown who’s resembles punk collage art brought to life. He truly embodies the loud and chaotic energy of the punk movement.

The main source of conflict in the story is a lack of communication. Gwen has a strained relationship with her dad because he believes Spider woman (Gwen) killed Peter Parker and she desperately wants to reveal the truth to him. Exposing her identity only complicated her relationship even more and now she feels like she can't turn to him anymore. Miles is stuck in a similar conflict where his duties as Spiderman often keeps him from spending time with his parents and he can't explain to them what's wrong. He tries to come out with it, but hesitates every time. He worries that they'll never see him the same way if he drops the truth. Even though we don't have superpowers, most of us can relate to having to hide parts of our identity from others and live a double life. It's hard to be honest when revealing the truth can permanently alter your relationships. Family drama soon takes a backseat once the fate of the multiverse comes into play.

I love how the idea of the multiverse gets heavily expanded during the film. Every single incarnation of Spiderman exists, even his live-action counterparts can be seen. Decades of the spiderman legacy come together to form a superhero task force known as the Spider society. Led by the gruff and menacing Miguel O Hara, the spider society exists to handle anomalies in the multiverse. The most concerning anomaly at present? Our hero Miles and the villain he helped create, The Spot. Miles was never supposed to be Spiderman. He was bitten by a spider from another dimension due to the actions of an Alchemix researcher named Dr Johnathan Ohnn. When Miles destroyed the super collider, Johnathan was caught in the explosion and had his biology permanently rearranged. The funny thing is that Johnathan was that background character Miles threw a bagel at back in the first movie. Spot starts off as a simple goofy villain who barely even knows how to use his power. He does however quickly learn to be more creative with his abilities during his fight with Miles. His anger at Miles is also extremely visceral as even though Spot is to Blame for willingly working for a corrupt organization in the first blast, it's hard not to feel sorry for him after he loses everything in life and Miles offers him nothing but snarky banter. Hard to blame him for holding a grudge. After Spot finds out he can open portals to other universes, his revenge plan finally kicks off. He absorbs dark matter from each universe’s super collider and grows vastly stronger as a result. He's gonna make Miles suffer the same way he did. Seeing a silly villain of the week gradually grow into a revenged obsessed menace to the multiverse was the highlight of the story to me. It's always fun to see the underdog move up in life… even if he's trying to absolutely demolish our heroes.

Our other antagonist is Miguel, a fellow spiderman. He wants what's best for the world and that means preventing Miles from stopping his canon event, an event every spider man must go through or else their universe will disrupt. Miles’ dad is supposed to die at the hands of Spot. Miles wants to save his dad, but the rest of the spider society think otherwise. The worst part is that Gwen and Peter B Parker were aware of this and even begrudgingly believe that Miguel is right. Even then, it's still painfully obvious that they're emotionally conflicted and are going through internal turmoil over the whole thing. That doesn't change the fact that Miles feels betrayed by those he considered his closest friends. While the first spiderverse movie had its fair share of drama, it was ultimately an optimistic feel good movie that made the spidermen teaming up look like the coolest thing ever. Across the Spiderverse deconstructs itself by showing that discovering the multiverse was the worst event for everyone involved in hindsight. Friends have turned into enemies and Miles has the weight of the multiverse on his shoulders. Watching the plot unfold had me glued to my seat from start to finish. I think watching this masterpiece was my Canon event.

The anticipation for the final Spiderverse movie has the entire community restless with excitement. There's no telling how the creators will outdo themselves yet again, but I definitely want a front row seat to watch it happen.

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the-kr8tor · 1 year ago

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Man im thinking about R in every universe katy created. And now all im thinking about is how r in ANY universe has stayed with aunts/uncles/anyone besides their actual parents

And you wanna know who that reminds me of?

SPIDERMAN, with how peter parker is always with aunts and uncles. Katy has been unknowingly making R in opin, bdas, and ect. spiderman

Rs spiderman even when they arent, they are secretly spiderman

Oooo i wonder if in OPIN we can see webslinger, cause lets be honest. Itd be the perfected timing for him, yeehaw to cowboys‼️

Or maybe we have seen him and i wanted paying enough attention

Hehehehhehe 🖐️🙂🖐️

Also I did that on a practicality stand point bc some ppl don't want to envision their parents in R's parents role so it's usually: R is adopted by someone or R's guardian/s is a distant relative

Ooohh I would put him but I don't know his actual name 🤔 but if I do know it he'll be part of Hobie's old gang or something bc the rest are bad guys and i like him too much to make him an asshole

#ask answered #chatting with moots #hobie thoughts #🫶🫶🫶

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sophiegoose · 2 years ago

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ATSV Characters Meeting Borrowers

Ah yes, one of the classic tropes in the genre, and always one of my faves. Borrowers are great, man.

Anyway, here's my headcanons on how I think different ATSV characters would handle encountering a borrower, enjoy.

[Contains spoilers for Across The Spiderverse]

Miles:

Somewhere between panic and being way too much for the borrower. Can see him doodling at something in his sketchbook, then seeing something fall on his shelf across the room. He shoots some web at it to catch it, assuming it's one of his action figures or similar then screams when he looks down to see a tiny, living person in his hand. Probably freaks out a bit and tries to shake the web off his hand and let go of them but this ends up freaking both of them out even more. Once they're safely down somewhere he's apologizing profusely and is genuinely curious but the borrower is probably scared out of their goddamn mind and he's not helping.

Probably eventually gains their trust some more and once they both set up some boundaries/rules (don't touch my collectibles/don't pick me up like that again, plz) they're probably chill. Can see Miles playing music he likes for them or letting them glance at his sketchbook from time to time or even helping them borrow stuff on occasion. The fact that their new human friend is also Spiderman is pretty cool, too.

Overall, clumsy but well-meaning.

Gwen:

Much more alert than Miles, and probably ends up scaring the borrower when she finds them too. Perhaps not as friendly or as active about sharing her interests with them as Miles, but just as protective and helpful in her own way.

Would definitely let them chill wherever they want in her room, warning them that her dad is the police chief and not to go borrowing when he's around the kitchen, and probably carrying them around to help them gather stuff and the like.

Hobie:

Has known there's a borrower in his home for a long time now, and is incredibly chill about it...perhaps too chill.

Like, unintentionally frightening chill.

Like if said borrower were to ever trip and fall for a high place, Hobie would casually catch them, say hi to them, then just as casually plop them into a pocket on his jacket whilst he goes about whatever he was doing, chatting with them like they've known eachother for years.

Extremely intimidating at first, but once the borrower realizes he's chill they honestly couldn't ask for much more in a human to be borrowing from: he's relaxed, doesn't care if they're out in the open around him, they can take what they want from the kitchen, and he sometimes plays music that they're free to listen to. Once word gets out amongst the local borrowers that this particular bean is chill he's gonna have soooooo many living in his house, lol.

Can totally see Gwen or Pav coming over and seeing, like, a half dozen or so borrowers just chilling out somewhere and turning to Hobie and he's just like "they're cool, don't worry about it" and continuing on like nothing out of the ordinary happened, lol.

Pavitr:

Speaking of Pav, I feel like he'd unintentionally scare the crap out of a borrower by being way too bubbly and nice to them right out of the gate. Like he'd spot one in his home and just be like "oh my goddddds you're so cuteeee! You're like an itty bitty person oh my goddddds" and just be absolutely enamored with them and want to pick them up and give them a lil' hug and just overall be incredibly sweet but also unintentionally intimidating with how attentive and curious his is about them.

After they get to know him I think they'd be fast friends, though: Pav would SO be down with helping them borrow anything they need and, heck, he'd probably even let them go out with him when he's busy being Spiderman, maybe even making/finding a small disguise for them for when they're out on the town with him. He'd totally introduce them to the street dogs and make them a tiny cup of chai and show them to his friends and tbh he's just a big ray of sunshine who gets a little over-enthusiastic sometimes.

Peter B:

Similar to Hobie in that he would definitely know that there's a borrower in the house, but doesn't want to intimidate them and wants them to come out and introduce themselves on their own time.

Of course, things don't work out that way and he eventually encounters them and he's just like "whoa, whoa, relax: not gonna hurt you little buddy." Tbh he has big dad energy all around and would be very chill and supportive towards them, definitely coming off as the hot mess he is but also being nice and trying to maintain comfortable boundaries with them so that they don't feel intimidated when he's around.

DEFINITELY shows them pictures of Mayday and talks non-stop about her and her escapades, and at some point introduces them to the kiddo, making sure she doesn't try to grab them. Introduces them to MJ at some point too, who is A, completely unfazed (she's married to Spiderman: she's seen him drag things much weirder than a tiny person into the house at this point, lol) and is super sweet and kind. Can totally see a tiny spot being set up at the dinner table for the borrower to join them for meals and hang out, probably having to deal with Peter showing them a million pics of Mayday daily, lol.

Tbh, probably the best of the group to end up in the home of as a borrower, Peter would definitely make them feel like family.

Miguel:

In contrast, the absolute WORST Spiderperson to end up in the home of as a borrower. Not only are his senses much sharper than your average bean, but he's also roughly 5000% more aggressive and attentive than most.

The absolute terror of being caught red-handed borrowing something from the pantry as this absolute tower of a man with red eyes and fangs just growls "Put. It. Back. Then explain yourself" would probably put at least a few borrowers in an early grave. Not just that, but imagine accidentally borrowing something he needs for a project or something of sentimental value to him and this already terrifying man suddenly sprouting claws from his fingerprints and chasing after you on ALL FOURS across the house. Absolute nightmare fuel.

Not just that but you KNOW he doesn't care about manhandling borrowers properly: he's gonna be picking them up by the collar of their shirt or squeezing them too hard in his hand while he lectures them on ASKING first before they take something, or growling for them to not to touch stuff for his gizmos and gadgets. He's definitely the man most likely to put a borrower in a jar or cage and interrogate them, and would not give a flying hoot about how intimidating he's being until he goes too far and scares them to tears.

While I can't imagine it'd be easy to gain his trust as a borrower, should the stars align and a borrower manages to befriend him or gain his loyalty he would be an absolute freaking force to be reckoned with when it came to protecting them. The sheer power move as a borrower of sitting on this man's huge shoulder as he glares someone down would be immense, and I feel like he might appreciate having a little pal he can talk to and confide in from time to time.

Overall, big man scary and would be absolutely terrifying to ever have to borrow from. 0/10 would not recommend.

Spot:

Spot I feel would be a bit of a hot mess to be around as a borrower. Pre lab accident he'd be a dorky scientist with a scatterbrain who probably wouldn't even notice the tiny person taking a whole croissant off the kitchen counter whilst he scrambles for those lab notes he put down by the sink last night, and after the lab accident I feel like he'd be a bit intimidating but well-meaning.

Like he's only recently become aware of the multiverse and seen other realms so he's very curious about any odd phenomena he witnesses, so when he finds a tiny person standing in his lab he's just like "ooooooh, what're YOU?!" and immediately fascinated and want to talk.

Definitely would come off intimidating, given he's a big guy with a hole for a face, but being a scientist he's just gonna be asking a bunch of questions and being genuinely curious. Would probably be perfectly fine with them borrowing stuff so long as they don't take anything he needs for his mini collider, and would probably appreciate someone to talk to about his woes (captive audience or not: I mean, are you really gonna say no to the giant guy with interdimensional holes ranting to you about Spiderman?)

Tbh I think the only way Spot would REALLY get scary is post-ascension. The idea of being a borrower and knowing this whacky dude without a face and then one day there's an explosion in the apartment and he dissappears, only to return as a freaky monstrosity whose very presence distorts reality around him and who's gone all-in on his plan to ruin Spiderman's life would be terrifying. How would one even react to someone like that coming back to that dinky little apartment and greeting you, distorting the whole time with limbs appearing and disappearing as he speaks to you in a booming voice?

I take it back, he might actually be scarier than Miguel.

#spiderverse g/t #across the spiderverse spoilers #atsv spoilers #atsv g/t #sfw giant/tiny #sfw g/t #giant tiny #g/t #across the spider verse #borrowers #such a good classic trope man

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Hey baby, time to wash your hair! 👨🏿‍❤️‍👨🏾

Normally Hobie would go over to one of his sisters' place to get his hair done or he would clean it himself. Cleaning by himself often became a difficult task, because he could never get all the build up dirt and grind from his own patience and task.

Whenever he tries to find the time to detox his beautiful thick wicks, there's always villain wreaking havoc in London. Spider Punk is need, so he would drop everything to start wack the damn fascist nazis in the fucking face with his guitar.

The worst part when he goes to his sister's place to get his hair washed, she would check on the state and lecture him. One time he didn't wash or detox for three to four months. Yeah, he knows with the amount of hair he has, long thick heavy bouncy locks need to be washed twice a month. Detoxing his hair needs to be done at least four times a year to keep his hair healthy.

Not to mention the smell from all the cigarettes and weed he likes to smoke from time to time. Let's just say his sister ended up cursing his ass out in a mix of Jamaican British words. She ended up doing a whole detox and retwisting his wicks. The water came out too dark like a dark murky gray color as if he dipped his hair into gun powder. It's insane how much dirt his hair holds, his sister had to do at least three washes to make sure the water ran through his thick kinky hair come out clear. She had to use a lot of her products to make sure that hair came out clean.

That was one hell of a day, he had to sit there for hours. Hobie promised himself to always have a strict washing schedule, at least once a month if he's not too busy being Spiderman. Just so he can avoid the annoying struggle. Also, he felt bad for asking his sister's help, he didn't like to waste her time and focus on him. They both have busy lives, his sister is busy watching over their younger siblings.

So he sticks to washing his hair at least once a month, twice if he's lucky. He always kept his products in a box with a large bowl. Pav likes to brag about him only needing coconut oil for his luscious hair, and always amazed at how many products him and Miles have to use. Hey, having beautiful thick bouncy kinky hair is work. "You want it, you gotta maintain it." Hobie would say to his Indian friend.

This was then. This is now! Hobie swings from building to building in the city of London, his watch beeps seeing he received a text from his beloved. Using the holo-screen from the high tech watch, he saw Miles reminding him about today.

Miles: Hey mi amor, don't forget to come over. ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ It's washing day ( ｡ •̀ ᴗ •́ ｡)🌻

Hobie: Kk luv☺️🫣 do we have too?

He's joking of course. Washing Day is his favorite, now that his boyfriend helps him out.

Miles: ( – ⌓ – ) YESS! Im ready! I got all the stuff ready, and Billie is here, too! We got this! I bought snacks and drinks ૮₍ ˶>⤙<˶ ₎ა" We can watch Spirited Away, too! ◟( ˃̶͈◡ ˂̶͈ )◞🥹🥰

Hobie hearts melts by his boyfriend's cute text, he needs to figure out how he does those faces. The punker would totally abuse it like he did before with the emojis.

Hobie: Okay, luv! 🥰 I didn't know you had the whole thing plan like that 🥹🫶🏿

Miles: (ฅ́ ˘ฅ̀)♡◟( ˃̶͈◡ ˂̶͈ )◞(⑅ •͈ᴗ•͈ )∟ᵒᵛᵉ૫૦∪ Me and Billie are ready for this! ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ

Hobie: Alright, I'll be there! 😘💖💕🫶🏿

Miles: Kk baby! I'll be waiting! ₍^⸝⸝> ·̫ <⸝⸝ ^₎(≧ヮ≦)( ๑‾̀◡‾́)✨( ๑ ˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و ♡🥰👨🏿‍❤️‍👨🏾 -sending kisses!-

Hobie could only felt his face warm under his mask, he knows he's flustered. Days like this became his favorite days, he gets to spend time with his boyfriend and Billie. Just when he daydream about his Sunflower, there was a villain starting shit in the main streets of London. "Oh for fuck's sakes!" He groans, heading to stop the monster.

-few hours later-

Hobie quickly stop the villain then his watch beeping like crazy. He saw Miles' text.

Miles: Where you at?(๑•̀ㅁ•́๑)

Miles: Hey baby, time to wash your hair!( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ 😘😌

Hobie tries to text instead he calls his beloved, he hates not responding to him. His Sunflower deserves his attention.

The earbud in the punker's ear ring-ring twice, until Miles pick up, "Hello?"

"Hey, luv! Sorry, I'm running a bi- Ugh!" Another monster appeared to grab him by the neck, "FUCK OFF!" Hobie punches the shit out of the monster.

Miles could hear his boyfriend doing Spider-man duties, "Ohh, I get you! It's fine, Hobie. My parents aren't coming till midnight, besides I told them you were coming over! So things are good. I just wanted to see you and have you all to myself!" He cutely said.

Hobie blushes as he kicked the monster right in the face, trying to hurry up.

Miles' little sister's stood to grab Miles' tank top neckline and yank it. "Billie, don't pull my shirt!"

"NO! Yo quiero!" She babbles as she kept yanking his shirt.

Hobie could only chuckles through the phone, "Don't worry, I'll be there as soon as possible!" He uses his webs to tie up the knocked out monster, then rushes to the portal he opens. "Bye, luv. Love you."

"Love your too!" Miles blew a kiss then Billie shouted, "Billie loves you too!"

"Haha." Hobie could only laugh as he heard Billie shouting even louder. "Love you too, Billie Boo."

Billie huffs as she hears Hobie on speaker, she snuggle against her big brother still being protective. Miles chuckles as he hung up. "Billie, you know you like Hobie!" He kisses her round cheeks having to blow raspberries into her cheeks. Billie let out of shrill of laughter.

"Come on, nene! Let's got get the bowl ready for Hobie." Miles took his little sister's hand already learning how to walk. The nineteen year old would help her move around, encourage her to help him get small things.

"Ohhh, kay." She mumbles, she went for to the large portable bowl meant for hair washing. Miles help her placed it in their living room, normally this is where Miles have Hobie lay down so he can wash his hair.

The nineteen year old went to get a box of his boyfriend's hair products, he personally bought from his world. The bowl and box stays in Miles' room, so his dad doesn't nag about it taking up space. It's easier that way, he buys personal hair products that didn't exist in Hobie's world yet. Still some old methods work better than any new products.

When Miles first saw Hobie washing his hair, this was when he was seventeen years old. He stayed over for a sleepover, and woke up to the sound of Hobie muttering and washing his locs. The view was funny to Miles, never seen Hobie so pissed off and annoyed as he tries to detox his hair then wash it. That day Miles offer to help, even thought he didn't know what to do.

Hobie's hair is thick with a lot of volume and a lot of hair. Miles tries to listen to his boyfriend's words while he washes Hobie's wicks. Let's say at first, Miles did a terrible job. He's not use to so much hair, and Miles has his densely coiled Afro which mean he washes his hair in a completely different method.

After that day, Miles decided to read, look up videos to learn about Wicks locs; they're detoxing and maintenance. He took a lot of notes, try to find all the products to help learn. As soon as he was confident enough to get the hang of it, he went to his boyfriend telling him that from now on, he will help wash his boyfriend's hair. Hobie agreed to it, but gave him a warning about it being a long process.

And oh boy, it was, not because Hobie have a lot of hair. It was Miles' lack experiences, he stumble on the detoxing routine messing up each step being unsure. Hobie assured him that it's fine, because he's learning.

From then on, Miles ends up learning, relearning, trying new methods and techniques. Hell, took many hours for him to learn how to retwist his boyfriend's hair. Now, he could say he's a pro, someone can hired him at a salon. Yes, Miles will brag about it, this kind of skill is meant to be brag. He spend hours learning so he can detox, wash and retwist his boyfriend's hair, and he's damn proud of it.

"Hmm, let see." Miles look at his smartphone keeping track of his boyfriend's hair routine. "Looks like it's time to retwist his hair, Boo-boo!"

"Oh?" Billie sat in the portable bowl seeing she can fit inside. "Wow!"

"Yeah, wow. It's gonna be a long day!" Miles went into hair products box to find the tools to crochet needle, and sturdy comb. "Now, we gotta wait for out client, babé."

Billie sat in the bowl being relaxed, she turns to her brother having her two fingers and thumb rub together. "Cha-ching!" She said.

Miles chuckles having to sit on the floor with his legs criss crossed wearing light blue shorts and no socks on. "I should, huh? You'll be my cashier then." Billie giggles liking the sound of that.

Not long enough, Hobie enters through Miles' bedroom window. His luv always lean it open for him. "Miles?" He saw the bedroom empty, but heard Billie's voice in the kitchen.

"I'm over here bae!" Hearing his Sunflower shouting from out of his bedroom, Hobie happily rushes to his baby, then a web shooter dart almost caught his face, but his spidey sense picked it up and easily dodge it. His dark eyes follow the direction at the dart, finding Billie aiming at him with a disappointed pout. "Hello, to you, luv."

"Hi, obie!" She sighs, her little body got out of the bowl to go snuggle her big brother, "Miles!" She doesn't dislike Hobie as much as she use to. Now, her goal in life is to hit Hobie with her web shooters whenever she can.

Miles was busy looking through the box, then felt a warm kiss on his cheek, "Luv, you didn't noticed me?"

"Of course, I did bae! I was checking if I had cleansing shampoo." He turns to kiss Hobie's lips, "Mwah, mi alma." Miles quickly put a towel underneath the portable washing bowl.

Hobie could turn pink if he would, but Lyla updated the watch where anyone wearing it can adjust their appearance to the world they're in. Easy way to blend in. But it only works with certain worlds, Spider-ham is still cartoon whenever he goes. Hobie no longer turns pink like before, which bums Pav and Gwen out. They like to tease him about it.

Anyway, Hobie would be so pink if he had his world's appearance. Now, he's just fixing into Miles' world only to blush a bit. "So are you ready for this or nah?" Hobie took off his guitar leaving it on the couch.

"Just a second, I'm heating up some water. I have to put the movie on so this one." Miles snuggles his baby sister giving her kisses on the cheek, "so she can be distracted." Billie giggles out loud, as Miles placed her on the couch with a tray of her sippy cup and a tray of snacks.

Miles click the remote playing Lilo & Stitch, "Yay!" Billie claps her hands at her favorite movie, "My fav'it!"

Hobie tilted his head seeing his boyfriend holding a pitcher of warm water and another pitcher of room temperature water, "Okay, I'm ready! Lie down, bae!"

"Okay, luv." Hobie lay his head in the portable plastic basin, his neck rest on the specially made entrance that is a bit elevated with soft rubber cushion in the middle of the bowl. "I find it bonkers that your world created these things."

"Heh, your world isn't there yet, bae." Miles smiles at his partner, "I'm sure they will make something like this soon."

"My sister makes me sit up and struggle with him." Hobie rest on the floor feeling Miles pour the hot water into the bowl, feeling his hands carefully touching Hobie's wicks. The hot water pour through each chunk of wicks to wet it. He could tell it was time for Hobie's wicks to be retwist by the way his hair strands coming out of place, and new chunks of loose hair growing from the root.

"Oh yeah? Maybe you like to give her a hard time too. Mr. I-don't-follow-the-rules." His boyfriend words echo in his ear.

This is why he loves Wash Day, his boyfriend's soothing voice, their time together feels more special. Miles' gently hands would care his hair like treasure, and would take his time to make sure he cleans it thoroughly. "Heh, you're cheeky, huh?" Hobie asked.

"Maybe." Miles adding baking soda then apple cider vinegar all around Hobie's head. The sound of the vinegar making the baking soda fizzling causing the nineteen year old grinning, he likes watching the magic happen. Then added lemon juice into Hobie's scalp and hair. He took a small plastic measuring cup to get the mix liquid from the bowl to pour over the hair, his other hand would gently massage throw the hair. Making sure that he gets every residue, gunk of his boyfriend's hair, and would repeat a few more times.

Hobie softly snoring away already deep sleeping from his partner's hand, it's therapeutic. Miles would chuckles as he added essential oils like lavender oil, rosemary, and tea tree oil to help grow more hair, strengthen the roots and it helps the vinegar smell. Miles let his boyfriend's hair soak for about thirty minutes, because any longer it would caused damage, and thirty minutes is enough for the amount of hair he has.

Miles looks at the detox liquid, he could tell Hobie's hair wasn't as dirty as the first time Miles' saw him cleaning them. Not to mention, he made sure his bae is on a strict hair routine; always wash twice a month, and detox every two to four times a year.

Now, Miles has a reason why his boyfriend need to detox more often, because he's Spider-man. The amount of times they both went through rumble, dirt, and just debris is too much to count. Last year, Miles had Hobie do five detox, because of the the crazy missions they went through. He did give a lot of hair care to his boyfriend's wicks so they weren't damage by the detoxing.

Yes, being Spider-man does bring issues when they need to focus on their hair routine. Miles had problems with his hair washes, because of all the hero duties. Yes, their hair needs more care and attention unlike Pav's wavy hair or Gwen's blond hair. It's just how it is for him and Hobie.

Anyway back to his bae's hair, Miles squeeze Hobie's hairs then soak in it into the water and repeat. He saw a medium brown gunk, dirt, and residue seeping out, and kept doing it until the thirty minutes were up. "Bae, wake up. I gotta strain your hair." He gently tapped Hobie's shoulder.

"Hmm?" Hobie woke up from his nap, hearing his Sunflower's voice, "Done?"

"Oh this is only the beginning ing, bae." Miles hums, having to work the mixture into his boyfriend's hair, then squeezing the from the top of the head to the roots making sure all the mixture is out. "It's not that dirty, bae!" Seeing the color a light brown.

"It's because you, luv. Always on top of my hair schedules." Hobie hums, as his eyes look up the popcorn ceiling.

Billie turns toward her brother and his boyfriend, then slid her body down the couch being interested to see them. She's always fascinated at Hobie's hair being washed, so much time it takes.

She looms over Hobie with her web shooter aimed at him, "Don't you think that's cheating, luv?" He softly smile with his eyes closed, he didn't need his spidey sense to know she's near.

"Awe," She pouts, he's right. It wouldn't be a fair win, so she put her web shooter down. "Hmph!"

"Hahaha, it's okay Billie. You can still play with him after this." Miles grab a towel to wrap his boyfriend's hair, letting the punker sit up.

"Okay, let me dump this and will wash your hair!" The nineteen year old let his boyfriend sit up with a towel wrapped around his head. Billie peaks at the dirty water with her small voice, "Ewww."

"Hobie turns over to see the water, "Huh, I thought it would be more darker."

"Luckily you don't need a second round! You have so much hair, bae!" Miles got up, then bend over to pick up the bowl to pour it down the tub. He rinsed down his tub to let all the left over gunk go down the drain and did a quick rinsed a the bowl.

Hobie playfully fight Billie, letting her try to aim the web shooter at him. "Come on, lass. Let see you can hit me." He rocks side to side.

Billie giggles as she tries to to hit him, "Hahaha!" She almost got him. Then the tall British punker playfully tackle her, letting his hand tickling her sides. "HAHAHAHA! Obie! Obie!" She laughs out loud.

Miles came back with the bowl settling it down on the same spot it was. A chuckle came out of his mouth when he saw his partner playing with his little sister, "Hahaha, you guys are so funny." Seeing Hobie carrying Billie in the air mimicking a rocket.

"Miles! Help me!" Billie laughs.

Hobie chuckles, "You think he will save you?"

Miles got up putting on his best look, "You don't think, bae?" Making his partner flustered, which gave the Brooklyn teenager to take his chance and take his little sister back in his arms, "Hahaha, gotcha! Bae, your so easy."

"Not fair, luv. You gave me the look!" He said with a slight pout, "I deserve at least a kiss." Miles rolled his eyes then got on his tip toes to kiss his boyfriend.

"Better?" He pulls away.

Hobie purrs, "Yes, maybe one more."

"No! No more!" Billie being squished by the two getting annoyed. "No besitos!" She forcefully pushed her brother's boyfriend away from them. "No!" She's getting jealous. "Mi hermano!"

"You're being so mean, Billie-boo!" Hobie pouts again being a child.

"Come on, let's finished your hair. We have to retwists your wicks too." Miles kisses his little sister's cheek giving her a tight hug then placing her down for her on the couch to watch the rest of the movie. He saw her snacks all gone, went to put the tray in the sink. "Hey, Hobie. You want anything to snack on or drink?"

"Water is fine luv. What kind of snacks you brought?" Hobie asked, having to go over to the kitchen.

"The snacks are in the fruit basket," Miles took out a cold water bottle, "Skittles, Snickers, some Puerto Rican candy, chips."

Hobie took Skittles from the basket it and the water bottle from his boyfriend's hand. "Thanks, luv." He leans over to kiss Miles' lips as a thank you. "Your too good to me."

"Duh, baby. I'm your boyfriend. Come on, we need to wash your hair!" He pulls the tall punker back to their spot to continued.

Hobie lies back down having to enjoy his Skittles, while he felt Miles remove the towel and spread his wick locs out so he can pour room temperature water all around to have his hair expanded and wet preparing it for the cleansing shampoo.

"Luv, do we have to retwist my hair today?" Hobie asked already feeling a bit guilty about retesting his hair today. It'll take too long.

"Yes, Hobie! You have new hair growing out of your scalp like this big!" He shows his index and thumb extended by a an inch to show his boyfriend how long his hair growing.

"Wow, growing a bit faster than before, eh?"

"It's the rosemary, baby."

"Heh, you always know how to improve my hair's health."

"Anything for mi amor!" Miles started to put cleansing shampoo over Hobie's head and scrub with his hand. He went in on it wanting all the leftover detox mixture and residue to come out.

Hobie slowly started to doze off feeling those hands do their magic, the nice scrub felt so good on his head. It gave him such delightful tingles over his neck and back. Miles pour more water to rinse and repeat.

It wasn't long till, he finished rinsing all his boyfriend's hair leaving no shampoo behind. Then again he squeeze from the top to the roots from Hobie's hair to release the left over water. He took a clean towel to wrap his boyfriends hair to damp it. "Okay, bae. Sit up. I need to dump the water and deep condition your hair."

Hobie woke up quickly sitting up as he yawns out loud. "Luv, it's almost four."

"Well, why did you think I wanted to do it earlier?" Miles said out loud already in the bathroom shouting out loud as he dumps the leftover water with shampoo, then rinsing the tub and bowl.

"Heh, right." The punker let out a small crooked grin with amusement, his Sunflower always right.

Miles came back with the bowl placing back on flower where the towel is laid out. His boyfriend lays back down letting his head rest on the cushion of the bowl. This time Miles didn't pour water, he touches his punker's hair to feeling the moisture, it wasn't too wet. So he grabs a special deep condition product that's made for locs and wicks having scent of lavender, and peppermint.

He twisted the cap of the container, then grab a good amount placing it on the palm of his hand. Rubbing his hands together to spread the product all over his hands then really get into his boyfriend's hair with the products. He thoroughly rubs his hands against Hobie's wicks trying to have the product spread really deep, and focus on the scalp too.

Miles could hear Hobie softly snoring again, "Must had a busy day." He thought to himself. He knew his boyfriend rarely sleeps, he enjoys the night life too much and always fight for his caused in his world.

Once he finished rubbing the product into his boyfriend's hair, he waited about ten to fifteen minutes. Wiping his hands with another towel, he hears Billie calling for him. His honey-brown eyes saw the movie finished, "Awe, the movie finished, nene?"

"Huh uh! Again!" She shouted, holding the remote.

Miles got up to replay the movie again, so she can watch it again. He went to the kitchen to put the two pitchers into the sink, filling one up with warm water. "Miles!" Billie call for him so her sippy cup be filled with juice. "Jugo! Jugo!"

"Okay, Boo-Boo." Her older brother set the pitcher next to the bowl, next went over to Billie to grab her little pink tippy cup. "Okay, but no more juice after this. Mami said you have to drink more water."

"No-no! Jugo!" She pouts waving her hands.

Miles spoils her too much, he went over the fridge to pour some Welch's passionfruit juice into his sister's sip cup, and add a bit of water to dilute the sugary juice. It's one way to give his sister some water. Then he handed her sippy cup back. "Gracias!" She giggles holding her sippy cup, with her lips on the nib to drink. "Mmm!"

"Good huh!" Miles knew Billie had a habit with sugary juice just like his dad. Those two drink juice like its water, and it would never last a day in their home. No wonder, his mom decides to cut down on buying more.

The nineteen year old went back to his boyfriend seeing time was up, giving him fifteen minutes instead of ten. He pours warm water through his hair having to rinse out the conditioner. Hobie slowly woke up hearing water pour, and his lover's hand gently moving his hair around. "Also done, love?" He mutters being sleepy.

"Almost. Awe, bae. Your tired?"

"No, just love your hands on my head, darling. It's soothing."

"I got magic hands, bae." Miles giggles being done with rinsing his boyfriend's hair, "Okay! Now, we're done." He squeezes the left over water making sure no water is left behind, grabbing the towel to lightly pat Hobie's hair to leave it damp.

"There! All clean!" Hobie sat up having the towel around his shoulders letting his moist hair rest on it. He sat up drinking his bottle of water, he took a loc to smell the lavender and peppermint scent, his hair feels so fresh, so clean, light. Bringing a piece of his hair to his nose to smell, "Ahh." He sighs.

Miles went to the bathroom to dump the water into the tub and left it in there after rinsing it down one last time. The bowl will dry in the tub. When he came back he smiles at his boyfriend's hair, "Looks good, huh? All nice and clean." His hand touches his boyfriend's clean wicks feeling the refresh hair strands even his black brown is more vibrate from being washed from the dirt and grime. "Mmm, smells so good too!" He sniffs his hair loving the smell of lavender.

"You did an amazing job, Sunflower. You always do!" His man happily said.

"Awe, Hobie!" Miles hugs his partner, "Now we gotta retwist!" He kisses his man's cheek, "Also, I should order some pizza. I'm getting hungry!"

"Oh! Izza!" Billie's head pops up wanting some, "Cheese! Queso!"

"Looks, like we're gonna have pizza then." Hobie casually said having his hand caressing his lover's arm. "I'll have pepperoni, darling."

"Okay!" Miles happily said, he order some pizza through his smartphone. Nothing is better than ordering a local Italian pizza in New York City, than buying Pizza-Hut or Dominos. He order two large pizzas, one being with extra cheese and the other being pepperoni. It wasn't long till the pizza delivery guy came, and Miles handing money plus tip to him.

"Pizzas here!" Miles hold the boxes after closing his front door.

"Yay!" Billie and Hobie shouted. The three grab plates eating pizza, Hobie got himself a pop soda glass bottle. Best with eating pizza.

Miles only ate one slice of pepperoni so he can get started with retwisting his boyfriend's hair. "Luv, you should eat one more. It doesn't feel right for you to eat a little bit to focus on my hair." Hobie sounding upset that his boyfriend ate one slice.

"Nah, it's fine, bae."

"But you said you were hungry."

"I was. Now, I'm fine! Besides, there's more slices, I'll eat later. Now, go sit by the couch so I can start with your hair. We still need to watch Spirited away." He cut a Billie's slice into smaller slicers for her to enjoy.

"Yay!" Billie hops standing next to her brother, "Cheese! I love cheese pizza!"

"I know, baby." Miles said as the three went by the couch. Hobie sat on the floor, since his tall height, his boyfriend sat on the couch alongside Billie.

The toddler happily sat on the couch with her sip cup on the side, "Movie!" She said as her big brother placed the paper plate with her tiny pizza slices for her to eat. "Mm, yummy!"

"Mmhhmm, Tony's Pizzas are the best." Miles agrees with his sister as he puts on Spirited Away on their Smart Television.

Hobie eats his pizza from his paper plate, he grab two big slices and his soda pop at his side. He felt Miles hand began to take a hold of his wicks having to look through. "Your hair is so healthy, who knew rosemary help a lot!" He recently tried using rosemary oils and ingredients seeing how it works amazing with kinky and coiled hair.

Hobie's hair felt so luxurious, beautiful soft, "Let add some oils on your scalp, bae." Miles softly said as he took some rosemary oil and rub around his boyfriend's scalp.

"Ahh, just like that, luv!" Hobie sighs feeling his scalp being rubbed by his lover's hands, it felt so nice like an itch being scratched. There goes those tingles. He tossed his head back to look at his lover.

"Hahaha, feels good huh?" Miles leans over to kiss his forehead.

"MM!" Hobie already pucker his lips wanting a kiss on the lips, his boyfriend leans again this time giving his double kisses on the lips. "Mwah-Mwah." They kiss.

Billie snorted, "No besitos!"

"But he's my baby, Boo-boo!" Miles sat back having to grab a comb and container filled with special locs and wicks gel for the scalp, He uses a small sturdy black comb to part large chucks of sections. "You have so much new hair growing, Hobie!" His comb evenly separating his boyfriend's hair, he added a bit of the gel to rub on the fresh new hair from the scalp using the comb to spread the product all around.

Hobie watches the film with Billie while chewing his pizza, "Then it's a good thing you're retouching my hair, darling!" He happily mumbles while chewing. His eyes fixated at the film as he swallowed his food to say, "Luv, is this Japanese film?"

"Yeah, it's a really good movie. I really want you to see this one and Howl's Moving Castle! Billie like Kiki's Delivery Service!" Miles explained about Studio Ghibli films, "I always loved Spirited Away."

"Hmm, the lass is a bit scaredy cat, eh?" Hobie watches the film while Billie hushes him.

"Shh, movie playing, Obie!" She would say.

Miles laughs, "You'll get why. Trust me, you'll love this film!" His own eyes being busy on his partner's hair.

The three sat through the movie, midway Miles successful backcomb all of Hobie's hair, perfectly separated into its own wick sections. Then, he grab his crocheting needle tool to start poking the new hair growth, condescending it to the same size as the rest of the hair.

In the beginning of Miles' wicks journey, he always stab himself by the crotchet needle tool and it would hurt like hell. Now, he found his own technique from hurting himself. This is the fun part for him, always in a fast mode as he pokes the tool into his boyfriend's wick locs and twist around to poke all over the section.

Billie finished her slices being full, "Miles, I'm done!" She said.

"Okay, just give me a moment, boo-boo." He said only being half way done with Hobie's hair.

Hobie's eyes being fixated at the film being so into the film. "Luv, did you see that? The boy is a bloody dragon? And there's a large baby? What the bloke is that ghost thing doing?" He would asked being so intrigued by the film, it wasn't like a Disney movie. Hobie never seems to like the cutesy, Disney magic films. Studio Ghibli seems to be more his taste, seeing how it had a deeper meaning to the story than bloody Disney with their happily ever after crap.

"Haha, I knew you would like. Wait, bae. I need to wash up Billie's hands and face. Give me a second."

"Sure. Whatever, luv!" He didn't mind his boyfriend's taking breaks between. Dark brown eyes went back to the screen to keep watching the part where the dragon bleeds from his mouth, "Luv! The dragon is bleeding! They show blood into a sprog's movie?" Being surprised, since he rarely watches movies and television.

Miles by the sink holding Billie as he let her wash her hands, then he wipes her mouth removing tomato sauce. "Yeah, all for the story!" Miles chuckles.

"Oi! The bloody baby turned into a rat?" Hobie asked out loud being so fascinated by the film. This made Miles giggles when he hears Hobie's Jamaican words coming out, "Blurtnawt! There's another bloody witch!"

Billie looks at her brother, "Bad word!"

"Hehehe, let him enjoy the movie, boo-boo." Miles wipes her hands and wipe her wet mouth. "There. You want your pacifier?"

"Sí!" She nodded, as her brother gave her a clean pacifier for her to suckling on. The two went back on the couch, this time Billie wrapped herself around her pink Minnie Mouse blanket, laying her head on Miles' lap while he continues to works on the rest of Hobie's hair.

"Luv, did you see that?" A scene Chihiro remembers Haku's past, and they flew together in the air. Hobie grins widely, "You and me!"

"What? Since, when you lost your memory?"

"But I did save you, Peter Pan." Hobie grins widely, "Remember palms not your fingers, luv." Reminded his boyfriend about the first time they met.

"So you're Chihior and I'm Haku." Miles laughs, "Oh, you know what! I think you will love Princess Mononoke! Maybe we should watch that one next."

"I'm for it, luv. Is it bloody? Not to kiddish?"

"Trust me, I think that'll be your favorite movie." Miles hums as he glanced over his baby sister's eyes glue to the screen. "Boo-boo, you good?" She nodded in response.

Once the movie finished, Miles still had a bit left over from his partner's wicks to retwist, taking another break. "So what did you think?" He asked his partner about the movie.

"Bloody brill, luv. That ghost lad is a wicked creature, eh?" He's a fan of Kanoashi.

"He's a fan favorite. Like everyone loves him or the soots." Miles added. Just when he played the next movie, Princess Mononoke, "I believe this gonna be your favorite, bae! It has to."

"You're my favorite!" Hobie flirted.

"So cheesy!" Miles flustered before kissing his boyfriend's face, "But I'll take it." The two make out for a bit unaware of the front door knob jiggling.

Billie sat up hearing the front door open causing the other two to look over, they saw Mrs. Morales walking in with the keys in the keyhole. She looked exhausted, her braided hair look a bit messier than before probably another busy day at the hospital. She hold a brown bag filled with small grocery items.

"MAMI!" Billie stood up on the couch.

"Hola, mi bebé!" Rio coos as she placed the brown grocery bag down on the island, her brown eyes spotted two boxes of pizza. "Compraste pizza, hijo?" She open the first box to see pepperoni.

"Hey, mamí! Hobie, está aquí!" Miles turns his head around to look at his mom, he paused working on Hobie's hair for the moment.

Hobie sat up with his hand up in the air, "Hola, Mrs. Morales!"

"Oh, Hola, Hobie. I heard it's your hair day!" Rio went to wash her hands to eat some pizza.

"Mami!" Billie wanted to be picked up by her mom.

"Aye, ya voy, mi vida!" She dries her hand to go over to pick up Billie from the couch. This time she's able to look at Hobie and Miles' working on his boyfriend's hair, she gasps. "Guau, mira todo see pelo!" She shake her hand making a sort snapping sound with fingers that Hobie could never understand how she can do that. Sometimes Miles does it, too.

"Right! Mira, it grows so much too!" Miles said out loud,

Hobie got up from his spot to go over to Mrs. Morales to lean over for her to look at the progress of his hair. "Look at my hair, Mrs. Morales."

Miles follows him to show his mom the fresh new hair, "mira como al romero le creció el pelo. See how thick and healthy it looks, too!"

Rio leans over with her clean hands, she carefully touch Hobie's hair to see how much it grew than the beginning Miles' started. It's been almost three years since Miles took over cleaning his partner's hair. She let out a loud gasps, "Your right. Escuché que Rosymary es increíble con el crecimiento del cabello. Look how the root is much stronger to hold his locs."

"Yeah, I added some rosemary oil on the scalp." Miles said, pointing at the scalp, "Almost done."

"You still got a little bit way to go." Rio hold Billie with one arm using her right hip to support the toddler's body. "Hobie, your hair gotten so long, too! So much hair! I'm jealous!"

"Thanks, Mrs. Morales! Heh, you should thank your son. My hair didn't grow as fast as now." Hobie praised his son.

"Hahaha, I remember I use to take care of Jeff's hair when he tried to do locs. We were in our early twenties." Rio laughs at the memory. "Back in the day, there wasn't as much safer products than now. Sometimes you had to make your own stuff, too."

"Oh yeah?" Hobie asked, "My sister is a bit old school." Trying to seem like he's from this world and have conversation with Mrs. Morales.

"Cherish your hair, Hobie. Once you get to my age, hair starts to grow less." She jokes to get her son's reaction as they talk about this before.

"Aye, mamí. You still have a lot of hair." Her son would pout at her. "Also, I thought you were coming midnight?"

"Someone else took over and left early." Rio hums, "Good for me. I need the break!" She gently placed her hand on Hobie's face then Miles going to the island to get a slice of pizza. Her love language had always been touching and caressing the face of her son and now, Hobie's. After all, she considered Hobie as her son in-law, her family the way those two been together for a while and strong.

"Ah, well, we're about to watch a movie while I finished up Hobie's hair."

"Okay, I went to the grocery store and bough some eggs, milk and orange juice!" She said to Miles.

Billie gasps, "Juice! Yo quiero jugo!" Her hands reached out for orange juice.

"Ma, Billie drank juice today." Miles said out loud to let her know The couple sat back to their spot while the nineteen year old finishes up the last set of hair.

Hobie lowly chuckles, "You have to tell her."

"Billie can't drink too much juice." Miles said.

"No, jugo!" Billie began whiny at her mom.

"No more, Billie. Your brother said you drank enough today. Mira, aquí estás agua!" She went to get her water.

"Nooo!"

Rio said, "Your just like tu papá!" Billie pouts as she huffed. Her mom took a slice of pizza to eat. "Well, no water than I can eat."

"Hmph!" Billie angrily crossed her arms not getting what she wants from her mom.

Mrs. Morales ignore her little tantrum, focusing on eating some pizza. Her curiosity went over to her son to watch him working on Hobie's wicks, her eyes widen at how fast Miles' work. "Guau, maybe you should own a salon, Miles!"

"I should, huh!" Miles laughs, "I'm a pro now!" He proudly said.

Hobie said, "Then, you would spend more on time with other people's hair than me!"

Rio laughs at the way Hobie likes having her son all to himself. "It's a good business to have."

"Don't worry, bae. I always have time to clean your hair." Miles giggles at his partner.

"Qué película es esta?" Rio sat on an arm chair having Billie on her lap while eating the rest of her pizza, her eyes on the animation film, "Este those cartoons you like, Miles?"

"Yeah, it's Princess Mononoke?"

"Mono? Comó monkey?" Rio asked at the name.

"Nooo, mamí!" One thing about having a Latino parent, they always get confused with certain English words or names and twisted into a Spanish word. Miles chuckles, "That's a Japanese name. Mononoke!"

"Ahh, so a princess name Monkey-Noke!" Rio nodded finally getting it.

"Monkey?" Hobie arched his eyebrow being confused.

"Ma, no! There's no monkey! Mononoke! Just like that." Miles laughs then sighs, "It's a Latino thing, bae. Don't worry about it."

"Ah." Hobie understood, since being around the Morales family, he learns a few things in a mixed Puerto Rican and black household. Mostly, Puerto Rican since Mrs. Morales runs this home. There is always have a big batch of sofrito in the fridge, pots and pans go into the oven as storage, and there's always some signs of Puerto Rican pride around. It could be a flag or some items related to the country.

"Almost done!" Miles happy said, seeing four large sections left.

"It's coming out really nice." Rio said.

"Thanks, ma!"

"Feels amazing, luv." Hobie could feeling his wicks being fresh with a bit of bounce. He could tell his wicks are gonna look amazing, after all his Sunflower did it.

While the group watch the movie, Rio's and Hobie's eyes were glued to the filmed watching the intense animation film. They saw how the main character hurt himself being almost killed by the Princess.

"Mira esa sangre!" Rio gasps at the scene where there's sight of blood.

Hobie grins widely to Miles, "Your right, Sunflower. I do like this!" It was different from the first one, more chaotic, more of a dark twist.

"Told ya." Miles finished the last wick, "And done! Finally!"

Rio and Billie looks over to find Miles' removing the towel under Hobie's hair, then the tall punker got up to stretched and crack his neck. "Ah, that feels good." Hobie groans at his neck being cracked.

"It looks good." Miles' mom said looking at Hobie's hair back to its normal style looking so fresh and lively. The retwist helped length the locs.

Miles happily looks at his boyfriend's hair, "I know. Hobie, you gotta look at the mirror in my room!" He pulled his boyfriend's hand to have him look at his hair.

The punker gladly follows to look at his hair, "Aye! It's beautiful, luv. I love it." He turns around to look at Miles' full body mirror, he saw how lovely his hair came out. "Seeing how long my hair is growing maybe you can give me dread locs or TRUNKS!" Being excited when his hair grows long enough for new hairstyle.

"Bring it on! I know that will take the whole day! To remove your wicks and give you dreadlocks, hmmm." Miles's put his hand on his chin to think about it, "I always want to see you with braids too!"

"Ha, with this hair, luv. I will be majestic! You'll would have to fight the lass' and lads; hands away from me." Hobie jokes.

Miles pouts, "Then no braids! You're my baby!" He wraps his arms Hobie's neck making him lean down to meet Miles' lips. "I only get to have my hands all over you."

Hobie softly smiles having his hands only his boyfriend's waist, "Your right, Sunflower. I'm only yours." He kisses him again a couple of times.

"You two better keep the door open!" Hearing Rio's voice, making then jump. Miles pulled away being embarrassed by his mom's words.

"Mamí, he's only looking in the mirror."

"Hmph, I'm hearing kissing sounds!" She shouted out loud and Billie mimics her. "You're lucky your dad is not here!"

Hobie chuckles lowly trying to hide his own embarrassed expression, "It's alright. We'll go back to finishing the movie, Miles."

"Okay..." He sighs. The two went back to the living room to sit back on the couch. This time Hobie was able to sit in a relaxing posed with Miles snuggling against him. Rio and Bille still in their spot already being relax. The group enjoyed the rest of the film.

Hobie felt Miles' hand entwining with his own, holding together. This is why Wash Days are his favorite time, being close to his Miles never made him so happy.

(Finally, I finished this one. It's a long one! 😗 Also, i spend going back and forth readings about wicks and locs. Hopefully, I did a good job explaining the process. The amount of videos I watched and try to learn; there's so many techniques. And I really wanted to write this, because I started thinking about how important Hobie's hair is. I started to wonder how many times he would have to maintain it, since he's Spiderman- Man the amount of debris, and getting slam into buildings, and intense missions I would think he needs to have a strict hair schedule. This got me thinking about other Spider-persons that are Black and Brown with Afro-textured hair or coiled hair types, I would assume they would need to keep track on their hair routine, especially if it's longer than shoulder length. Anyway, this is to show some love!)

#punkflower #flowerpunk #miles morales #hobie brown #spiderman #across the spider verse #spider verse #atsv #spiderverse #spider man #across the spiderverse #punkeflower fanfic #one-shot

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fish-eat-fish · 2 years ago

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Pavitr x male! Spiderman! Reader

They meet through Gwen or Hobie and they click instantly! Their friendship blossoms and so does there feelings , then confessions and first kisses

Hopefully it isn’t too much and if it is you can shorten it to confessions and kisses :)

Thanks in advance! Have a good day and light or afternoon!!

(Summer Boredom) ☆ pavitr prabhakar x male!spiderman!reader ☆

tags: group hangout, sleepover, mutual crush, confession

wc: 3.9k

a/n: had to do this request first since there’s not a lot out there for male readers. sorry it’s incredibly late! thank you sm to my beta reader aster who literally whipped this out so fast. finals are over so i’m hoping to get into writing again and getting to requests eventually. i’m also interested in writing for pjo next because of the show (obviously), that’s all!

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It was summer break, and you lay on your bed bored. Two weeks into summer and you hadn’t done much crime-fighting or anything too exciting for that matter. You’d just finished your routine patrol of your city. You even took some time to do a little sightseeing, perched on the edge of the tallest building you could find, taking in the sight of your beautiful neighborhood.

Joining the Spidersociety had been awesome, and you’d loved meeting all of the other spider-variants, but now with not much activity going on with anomalies or villains, you were left to watch over your dimension. In absolute solitude. You sighed, missing being able to talk to other people about your hidden superhero identity.

You needed to hang out with the others, desperately. So, you initiated the conversation, typing in the group chat to get everyone’s attention in the hopes of meeting up later. A little chatting, crime-fighting, maybe a little sleepover after. You needed something. Anything. Socializing wasn’t always the easiest, but this strange little group of Spider-peopleall of you clicked with each other. Being spider-variants is the most unifying feature.

Hobie sat in your room and scrolled through his phone as well, tapping a rhythm onto his guitar across you. You smiled at him and glanced back down at your phone.

Miles and Gwen replied instantly.

“Sounds good!! B ther after fite (ㆀ˘･з･˘)”

“Miles! Stop fighting and texting!!” With an angry emoticon displayed on your screen.

You stifled a laugh at their responses, watching Gwen’s text appear. You sighed watching them text and banter amongst themselves. You lay on your bed, phone up in the air as you scanned across your screen. You wanted to hear from Pavitr in particular. Always wanting to hear from him and his dimension. You felt a twinge of pain in your heart, remembering that you didn’t even exist in his world, nor did he in yours.

“Hey, that sounds fun!!! I’ll be there as soon as I can, Auntie is mad at me for skipping breakfast… D:”

You typed back, finding yourself grinning at his little emoticon. “Ur Auntie is right, bring me something plz!”

“Of course! I hope you’re taking care of yourself. It’s important to stay happy and healthy, and surround yourself with lots of animals, especially dogs.”

“Pav wgatr u talk g anout?”

“^_^”

“Someone get this man away from the dogs and up in this DIMENSION.” Hobie quipped, looking up at you.

You lightly tapped on your arm, grasping onto your forearm as you smiled at your screen. Hobie scoffed at the sight of you from across the room, to which you looked over in mock offense.

“Oh my god! What?” You questioned.

His low voice chuckled at you, his fingers lightly strumming his metal guitar as he sat sprawled out in your spinning chair. He had taken his shoes off at the door and had made himself rather comfy in your room and in your universe.

His voice hung heavy with a teasing tone, “You seriously need to let him know, you know that right?” He mused, spinning lightly in his chair. You shot him a shocked look before closing your mouth and glancing at your phone, checking for an answer.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You muttered, tightening the grip around your pillow as you lay flat on your bed.

Hobie scoffed at you, stopping in his tracks as he spun back around and tapped on the strings of his guitar, the music flying off of it in strange paper cut-out shapes of displayed sound. You stared at it in awe as Hobie’s dimension always had you wondering how different he was. He chuckled as he looked at you in your eyes.

“Don’t be such a downer yeah? He likes you. He’s curious about you.” He replied quickly.

“Yeah, but that’s just him.”

“Just trust me on this mkay?”

You sighed and sat up on your bed, stretching out. Your room was all set up for a fantastic hangout, and your parents were gone to not raise suspicion as to why you were talking to strangers in your room. You adjusted and picked up a few things as you waited for the others to arrive, with Hobie watching you with a close eye as he swiveled in the chair. Just as you were about to go and get some refreshments for your friends, a loud crash caught your attention. You opened your curtains and grinned as you saw Miles, Gwen, and Pavitr outside on your fire escape.

You ignored how Miles had fallen and was writhing in pain as he clutched his foot. Gwen was in the process of helping him up. Pavitr kindly knocked on your window with the back of his hand and waved at you. You quietly chuckled at the scene in front of you and opened the latch of your window to let them in. Pavitr took one last glance around and grasped at his mask, pulling it off. You felt thoughts bubble in your head as you saw his familiar face. His soft features never ceased to put you in a trance. Over his suit, he wore an oversized tee and his shorts.

Gwen’s laugh rang through your head as she entered first, the other two following in behind. They were also wearing their casual clothes over their suits, in preparation for the hangout. “Sorry we’re late, Pav insisted on petting some strays on the way here.” She said, walking in and observing your room with interest. “You redecorated huh?”

You shrugged as you glanced back at Pavitr closing your door with care. “Yeah, just a little.”

Hobie’s voice took your attention as he greeted Gwen and then Miles.

You cleared your throat in offense, getting them to greet you too as you dapped up Miles. Gwen didn’t understand your hand gestures, but she tried it anyway. “I think we should start this hangout off with, perhaps a movie. Any recommendations?” You scanned across their faces.

Miles hummed in thought and perked up, “Spiderman!”

Hobie eyed him, “Oi real creative yeah?”

“Do you even have Spiderman movies in your universe Miles?”

“Yeah of course.” He said proudly.

Pavitr shrugged as he adjusted to sit on the floor, crossing his legs. You sat on your bed near him, unable to ignore his presence. Gwen got situated on your bed as well as Miles remained standing, leaning against your desk.

“Well, I guess so.” You shrugged, “You guys want to watch Andrew Garfield, Toby Maguire, or Tom Holland Spiderman?”

Pavitr looked up at you in confusion, “Is Andrew Garfield the cat who eats lasagna?”

You laughed, “Not quite.”

“You pick! But I’ve never heard of any of those actors before. Might be interesting to see how your movies are in your dimension.”

“I’m gonna go grab some drinks and snacks, can one of you guys set up the movie from my phone?”

Miles pitched in, “I got it.” Opening up his hands to catch your phone as you threw it to him.

Pavitr raised his hand as he got up onto his feet, “I’ll help you.”

He waltzed past by and walked ahead of you into your kitchen. Hobie eyed you and mouthed something and you already knew what he was implying. You left the room quickly, ruffling your hair in annoyance as you followed behind Pavitr. He hummed in thought as he looked around your kitchen.

“Sorry about the mess, I had to make lunch earlier.” You explained, rubbing the back of your neck.

“Oh don’t worry, I don’t mind.” He replied, glancing up at you, “Actually, I can help with your dishes.”

You chuckled at his offer and nodded, mouthing a thanks. The cups in your cupboards seemed to comically color code themselves as you reached in. You set five mugs down on the dining table and decided that with the winter air, tea wouldn’t be so bad for you and your friends. It would help everyone unwind and relax.

“Sorry.” You muttered as you walked past Pav to reach up into the pantry with all the tea. They were unconventionally stored to your dismay. Beside you, Pavitr quietly scrubbed at some stray dishes in your sink. Silence resided over you two as you grabbed the case of tea bags.

“Think English Breakfast will be okay for everyone?” You commented, holding the tea box in your hand. He hummed beside you, “Tea’s always good.”

“I guess I should’ve asked what everyone liked.” You mumbled, seeing an array of teas up on the pantry shelf.

“It’s been a while since we’ve hung out. It’s nice. Thank you for inviting me, I missed seeing you at headquarters.”

His voice filled your head as you opened the case of tea.

“You missed me?” You lightly chuckled, amused at the thought. “It’s only been a few weeks since I’ve dropped by.”

Glancing over at Pavitr, you caught him biting his lip as he glued his eyes onto the task at hand. He held a bashful expression that you memorized. You caught his gaze as you froze. He looked at you with what seemed to be embarrassment. This had you speaking before you could even register what you were promising.

“I’ll… stop by more often.”

A weird air passed between the two of you as he broke eye contact first, clearing his throat as he scrubbed harder at the plate in his hand. You went blank as you continued to place the teabags into the mugs, adding small spoonfuls of sugar into each cup. Pavitr finished up behind you as you heard the faucet turn off. You heard him shuffling in the kitchen as he placed the dishes on the drying rack.

He hummed as you felt his skin graze yours, your shoulders touching as he looked at what you were doing. “You have cute cups,” He said with a smile. “Reminds me of the ones I have.”

You felt your skin flush where he was pressed up against it. You tried your hardest not to look up at him right now. You were afraid your heart would drop at how close he was. “Yeah?”

It was pretty obvious Pavitr was looking at you from the side. But you didn’t realize how closely he was observing your every feature. He just naturally felt drawn to observing you, it wasn’t something he could help. He wondered if you’d start visiting headquarters again. It was embarrassing how much he thought of you in his dimension.

Without much thought, except his instinct to touch your skin, he spoke in a hushed voice. “You have an eyelash,” You felt him trap your body as he propped himself up by placing an arm on the counter. You turned to face him in shock at what was happening, as you felt his warm skin encase your cheek. He ran his thumb over your cheek as the two of you held your breath. Pavitr looked into your familiar eyes and searched for an answer, a sign that you wanted him as much as he wanted you. But Pavitr had already brushed the lash off and now wasn’t the time.

It was dangerous for him to be with you alone.

He cleared his throat and casually rubbed your cheek again. “Got it.”

It was unbelievable how much charm that boy had when it came to you. He casually walked off and grabbed a spoon, pouring hot water into the cups beside you. Being pulled out of that moment gave you physical repercussions, as you felt your stomach turn at his touch. Whatever had just happened made your mind explode with possibilities. The two of you finished prepping the tea without another word and took as many mugs and snacks as you could, returning to the others.

You pushed past the door as you held your mugs, and Pavitr was beside you with mugs and a bag of chips in his arms. “Here’s tea for everyone.”

Gwen thanked you softly as she took the pink mug. Gwen and Miles had gone and changed into their pajamas. You figured you’d encourage Pav to change and get comfortable as well.You hadn’t even thought of the sleeping arrangement but that was a later decision. Miles had already let you know he’d have to leave for the night since he was grounded again for some back talk to his parents.

She shared a curious look with you, the two of you speaking without words as she glanced back at Pavitr who now stood next to Hobie as he set the snacks down on your desk. You flashed a small panicked look at her before standing up to not look suspicious. You gave Miles his yellow mug, and Hobie his blue mug. Pavitr held his mug in his hands and took a sip, humming in satisfaction. Gwen took your pillow and hugged it as she looked towards Miles who was now connecting your phone to the small projector you had. He let out a triumphant noise as he finally navigated your phone, and adjusted the volume.

Hobie moved to sit on the floor next to Pavitr, and Miles next to Gwen. This made you move a bit up to get comfortable as you sat on the end of your bed. But with Pavitr sitting on the floor in front of you, you didn’t mind. You lay on your stomach again, placing your arms under your chin as your head was near Pavitr’s. As Miles pressed play on your phone, the five of you began your movie marathon.

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The night was incredibly uneventful, as most of you became tired quickly, opting to pass out before midnight. It made sense really, with everyone balancing their lives as a hero with their personal lives. The lull of the movies on the projector eventually compelled everyone to call it a night and situate themselves for sleep.

In front of you, Pavitr heavily yawned. Along with Hobie who had somehow dozed off with his hand in the bowl of popcorn. You laughed at the sight of him and asked Pavitr to wake him up. The others didn’t hang out in your dimension that often, so you had to formulate a sleeping situation. Miles was yawning actively as he threw on his suit and mask, getting ready to go home.

“I’ll see you guys later, thanks for the movies!” He spoke out after quickly saying goodbye to everyone. He sat at your windowsill before thwippingto a rooftop and disappearing with a bright portal flashing in the night sky.

Now it was just the four of you occupying your living room. You got up and left the room with Gwen discussing how strange it was to see Spidermen depicted in your universe. Hobie shot back that Andrew Garfield was his favorite Spiderman. You chuckled and brought out sleeping bags and blankets to create a small makeshift bed in your living room. The others held pillows from your room to use and began getting ready to sleep. Hobie instantly called dibs on your small couch, even though he was the tallest. And Gwen opted for the longer couch. This left you and Pav to share the bed, which you figured Hobie and Gwen had planned discreetly.

You sighed as you fluffed up your pillow next to Pavitr who was stretching out and yawning. He glanced over at you, “You okay? I promise I don’t snore. At least I don’t think so…” He trailed off. You smiled at this and got situated in the dark next to him, “It’s nothing. Just wiped out.” You lied.

He hummed in reply and stiffly laid down in the bed next to you. You couldn’t hear Gwen and Hobie speaking anymore, since they had complained about how it was too late for them to stay up any longer. You kept your voice quiet as you turned over to Pavitr, “Let me know if I accidentally hog the blanket, I have an issue with that.”

He kept his voice low too, “Okay. Night.” He said, lying when he cut the conversation short. He had wanted to talk to you more, but he also didn’t mind sharing this peaceful moment with you. He kept far in order to respect your boundaries, as he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. You breathed deeply as you looked up at the ceiling, aware of how close you guys were. It was hard to relax, but your eyes eventually closed as fatigue set into your body.

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The next morning, you were woken up by Gwen putting on her shoes and talking to Hobie quietly. You groaned slightly and rose, looking up at them. You spoke through your raspy morning voice, “You guys leaving?”

Gwen turned to you and nodded, “Yeah we have to go see Miguel on some business. Thanks for having us.” She glanced at Pavitr beside you.

Hobie adjusted his guitar onto his back, “Let Pav know we said bye.”

You nodded at this and mouthed a goodbye as they left into your room and probably out. Your parents would most likely arrive in a few hours, so you had to get up and get ready to clean your home and get rid of any evidence of people crashing here. You glanced over at Pavitr beside you, who strangely slept with the blanket covering most of his face. His black hair poked out from under the blanket as his body rose with each breath he took. You were sorry for breaking his sleep.

“Pav.” You spoke out softly, reaching a hand over to shake him awake, “It’s time to go.”

He tiredly opened his eyes under the covers as your raspy voice filled his ears. He dragged the blanket down slightly to look at you, mumbling. You laughed at his fatigued state and ushered him to get up. You yawned and walked into the kitchen, deciding to maybe prepare some quick breakfast for the two of you before you sent him off. Pavitr somehow had managed to spring out of bed with twice the energy you lacked in the mornings.

“Are you good with pancakes?” You spoke out as he sat at your dining table.

“You’re making breakfast?” He questioned, rubbing the last of his sleep out of his eyes.

You glanced back at him as he stretched, trying to ignore the fact that it was just the two of you again. You nodded, pouring the pancake mix onto the pan as you slowly cooked them. Standing with your hand on your hip as you waited for the pancakes to cook.

“You know, I like seeing you for this long.” Pav started, absentmindedly tapping on his mug from yesterday, “I mean…” He seemed to be in careful thought.

The pancakes sizzled behind you as you turned to look as you spoke.

Pavitr glanced at his side before managing to meet your eyes. He noticed how nervous you were too whenever he decided to speak out like this, and he hoped that it all meant you somehow managed to like him back. “You… your company, I like having it. I think you’re one of the coolest guys I’ve ever met and…” His words fizzled out in his throat as you looked away, scratching the back of your neck. You set your spatula down and grasped the counter to ground yourself, speaking before Pavitr would think that you’d shot him down.

“Pav.” You said, voice cracking embarrassingly drawing attention to your nervous demeanor.

He looked up at you, curious of what you were gonna say.

“I, I like you.” You said out loud with guilt. The heartbeat in your chest pounded, threatening to explode as blood rushed through your ears. This confession was practically making you nauseous, but you couldn’t bear to be selfish and take Pavitr’s kindness for romantic interest. He was always nice, that’s just who he was.

Across the kitchen, Pavitr held onto his mug tightly, processing what you’d said for a quick moment, before replying in a heartbeat.

“I like you too.”

Behind you, the faint smell of burnt pancakes snapped you back into reality and out of your worry. You panickedly scraped at the pancake, trying to get it off of the pan. Pavitr nervously looked at you as you momentarily attended to the task, patiently waiting for a resolution. You took the pan off of the stove and took a shaky breath.

“So, so that’s good.” You spoke out shakily.

“I want to be your boyfriend, and I want you to be mine.” He replied instantly, looking up at you expectedly, which made you almost choke on your spit. You felt very weak at this sequence of events.

“I’d like that.” You muttered, handing him his plate of non-burnt pancakes with a fork. You flushed as he beamed at you from across the table. He was happy that you’d somehow read his mind and had spoken up about your interest in him. Pavitr felt like he could happily return to his dimension without worry now. Expecting to share a lot more moments and firsts with you from now on.

You chewed on your pancake and glanced up at him as you flushed, “You’re staring.”

He laughed and filled your stomach with butterflies, just as he always did. “I just like looking at you.”

You groaned and lightly kicked him under the table. He happily ate the pancakes you served and offered to take the dishes to clean them again while you cleaned up the living room. Your heart pounded as you repeated that moment over and over in your head. So maybe Hobie was right, whatever. And speaking of Hobie, you’d have to tell him right away. You shot him a quick text, waiting for his response of, “I told you so.”

It was now time for you two to separate, as you collected Pavitr’s stuff from your room and folded it neatly for him to take. His eyes always seemed to find yours without failnow, and he shot you his golden smile, as he always did. He sat at your window sill in his suit and his mask as you stood out like a sore thumb, feeling less cool out of your suit. Pavitr waited for you to say goodbye before he left, letting light shine around his body. You could never get enough of him.

“I guess you have to go now, huh.” You muttered, feeling disappointed. He sadly nodded at you, taking one last look around your room, and then at you. Pavitr wanted to say something, as he lifted his shoulders and slouched as he mumbled in thought. Eventually, he looked at you with that endearing gaze and pulled his mask down.

“Is it okay, if I can ask for a goodbye kiss…?” He said innocently. You tried not to let your smile show too much as you stiffened up and nodded. He nervously smiled at you with his mask held in his hand. You walked up to him in the window, and he wrapped his arm around your torso as you shared a chaste kiss. It was quick, and Pavitr didn’t seem satisfied with that, as he brought his other hand to the side of your neck, pulling you in for a longer and deeper kiss. It was nerve-wracking, but it was sweet and vulnerable.

He grinned and giggled as the two of you separated, pulling his mask over his head as he readied his bracelets to swing. You blushed at the tingling sensation in your lips and your fingertips and spoke out with excitement.

“I’ll see you later Pav.”

He lightly laughed under his mask as he waved goodbye to you, “See you tomorrow.”

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#across the spiderverse #spiderverse fanfic #spiderverse x reader #pavitr my beloved #pavitr x reader #pavitr prabhakar x you #pavitr prabhakar x reader #pavitr prabhakar #atsv pavitr

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dailyunstableeve · 2 years ago

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Together

Hobie Brown x witch!Fem!Reader

Chapter Three

a/n: I know this took so long, because Spidey decided to throw Vulture at my window so my window just got fix 👌 I'm joking, I just been editing it again and again ;-; sorry for the wait enjoy ;)

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"Again."

You close your eyes, remembering the image of a bottle they placed in front of you, adjusting your usages of power and only aim for the bottle but every time, you end up blowing the whole table up together with the bottle, and they have to bring the extra tables in.

"I can't, can we just call it a day?" You're exhausted from the hours of just trying to hit that one single bottle.

Charles Xavier and Wanda Maximoff are the ones who are willing to train you, and Hobie stayed with you during the whole training just like he promised.

"Give it a one last try Miss Y/N, I believe that you just need to focus," Charles gave Eve a warm smile, "your power is indeed hard to wield but you should never stop trying."

"Maybe try only visualizing the bottle, not the table," Wanda suggested.

"You got this," you saw Hobie mouthed at you, giving you a smile which you managed to relax a little and focus on the bottle only like how Wanda suggested.

You did it, the bottle was knocked off and the table had some marks on it, at least it's not explode like the last many tables.

"Good job," Charles congratulated you.

You let out a breath to relax a bit, looking at the bottle on the ground, deeply happy that you managed to do it.

For the next two months, your training went great, studies continued at the Xavier Gifted School, Tony Stark helped you to cover all the fees, basically your salaries. Charles, Wanda and Jean are the main ones who will always appear in your training as Hobie will be there for you, he's a promise keeper.

Throughout the two months, you tried to come up with new spells in the recommendation from Wanda. Both of you are witches, she gains her powers from the Mind stone and you're born with it. Which made you and Wanda the best friend. You can bend elements, together with healing spells but that's not your limit. You would love to find out about your power, in exchange it could lead you unable to control your power.

"Let's try with a new spell every one or two weeks, depending on how well you manage to control your power," Wanda said.

Other than focusing on training, you and Hobie got closer than usual.

"Here you go luv," Hobie just casually handed you your favorite soda drink.

"Thank you," you took it from him with a soft smile.

This feels bizzard for you, all the crushes you have on Hobie, after highschool, you both didn't even contact at all, until now. Hobie's the Spiderman, your admired hero, behind the mask is the boy you like.

"It's been two months, what do you think?" Hobie asked you.

"It's great, everyone is nice here, haven't really been around people like them, it almost felt like a dream," you chuckled, "thank you Hobie, for the millions of times you've shown me the light of life. I mean it, even if you're just doing what heroes do."

"I'm not doing it because I'm Spiderman," Hobie scoffed.

"What?"

"Just drink," he stared at your drink and you, the way his eyes shift is him telling you to drink.

Hobie looked away from you, with his side profile, a slight redness painted the tip of his ears.

Normally both of you will meet at the training ground, sooner you both hang out outside. Band performance, cafes, movies, arcade, night walk etc. As if it's a date everytime you both are hanging out.

Soon enough, five months passed by. It's your final day, and also the day you make your decision, but before all that, it's a party.

You watched Hobie performing on the stage, many crowded around the stage, having their hands raised up hopping on beats, singing along to the song. You stood on the empty spot far from the stage that's enough for you to watch Hobie on the stage. It reminded you of graduation, how you were holding on your graduation scroll tight in your hands, standing at the other end of the four basketball court gym when everyone was dancing around the stage.

Same position, different location, same music, different people, same feelings.

Before you were pulled away from Wanda and the others, you and Hobie met eye but you looked away because Wanda and Natasha are asking for you to join them to dance.

The party was a blaze, it ended before you knew it, and with Natasha being the great drinker, she managed to get you into tipsy mode.

"Y/N," Hobie called you as he walked towards you.

"Hobie?"

"You alright? Hear from the redheads you drank a lot," Hobie adjusted himself to meet the same leve height as you.

"Yeah I think I'm fine," you giggled, thinking that you're not tipsy but drunk, literally drunk, the alcohol must've been kicking in right now.

"You sure?" Hobie frowned, he has never seen you like this before since you mostly in serious mode, only crack a few laughs if the joke is really funny but now you're giggling on nothing (on the handsome face of Hobie), and constantly have a smile on your face.

Hobie would do anything to make this scene last but he also can't help but to worry about you.

"Dance with me Hobie," you took out your phone, playing the same music you watch Hobie plays on stage, reaching your hand out to him.

Hobie let out a short chuckle and took your hand.

This moment is what fulfilled the things you missed out on during highschool. A dance with the one you love, laughing along with Hobie, enjoy yourself.

Reaching the ending point of the song, Hobie pulled you close to you which caught you off guard that you almost fell but he caught you, pulling you even closer. This is the closest you've been with Hobie, in which your heart starts to beat insanely fast, you feel the air around you feels hot, and there's a possibility that you might faint and you did.

Before you fainted, you felt something soft touching your lip with Hobie telling you, "you better not forget what happened tomorrow, I'll be very pissed if you do."

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a/n: this is not the end if that's what you think 👀, I've been planning to make this into a long series, hopefully around ten chapters, stay tone for more and thank you for reading ❤️

Chapter One <-

Chapter Two <-

Chapter Four ->

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pinkpinkmermayyy · 2 years ago

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Persona 4 (ish) atsv AU. Dw, I don't spoil any plot for either p4 or p5.

We don't use the murder mystery plot, but we keep the whole shadow thing.

First photo is an explanation of shadow selves as a whole and then 2nd is their use in p4.

I haven't quite cooked it through yet but imagine Miguel having to fight his inner demons in a big ass boss battle. There's always a lot of symbolism in it, and I think Miguel's would have a cage aspect like Yukiko did due to isolation being his main go-to for self harm.

Side note I'm sorry about Teddie's dialogue. If it provides any relief, the fandom bullies him constantly.

Alternatively, Persona 5 ATSV.

Miles - Ren Amamiya/Joker (Rejected by the society around them AND constantly defies expectations)

No idea!! - Ann Takamaki/Panther

Lyla - Morgana/Mona (Not rooted in story ties to the respective characters) (Alternatively, Peter Porker by just how goofy both are)

Idk lol - Makoto Nijima (Makoto best romance 🔥🔥🔥)

Gwen - Kasumi Yoshizawa (do NOT Google this character it will spoil Persona 5 Royal IMMEDIATELY. I will include a photo of this character at the end so that you can see her.)

Pavitr - Haru Okumura/Noir (Little bit naive but wants to do good in the world)

Hobie - Ryuji Sakamoto/Skull (Not a lot of connection but both rebel against social norms.)

Margo - Futaba Sakura/Oracle (DUUUUUUUDE THIS FITS IN BOTH FAMILIAL ISSUES AND TECH SMARTS) (alternatively, Peni works as well and she has the Dead Mom trauma too.) (I am not normal about Futaba I get genuinely angry about her storyline.)

Miguel - SOJIRO SAKURA!!! Mature, quiet, a hard-ass but genuinely very kind and loving beneath it all.

Spot - I fuckinG WISH I COULD SAY WHICH CHARACTER BUT IT SPOILS >:( just know he has a very clear character in this.

Ben Reilly - Yusuke Kitagawa (Dramatic af /pos) (Alternatively, Peter B. due to the brokeness of both.)

Aunt May - Munehisa Iwai or Tae Takemi (both help the protagonist in supplies)

As promised, here's Kasumi. She is a gymnast with deep seated family and identity issues that don't get explored until what is technically the "post game". She is worth the wait.

I’ve heard of persona but I’ve never played it or seen any gameplay (until now with the link u sent lolol) and honestly this fits so well!! There was a whole part in spiderman 2 about miles confronting mister negative and fighting him to try and escape kraven, and mister negative sends him to this alternate dimension and sends these shadows to fight him which represent his inner demons while his loved ones (or what sounds like them) call him not good enough and a mistake, and Miles’s biggest fear is for his loved ones to hate him and for him to disappoint them. This fits in extremely well for him especially now with that in mind. Also Miguel having to fight his inner demons is a huge boss battle is something I WANNA SEE!!!

#asks 💌

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oll13v3r · 1 year ago

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Okay okay okay I'm working on a Spiderverse fic based on if I was in it because the hyperfixation is hitting very hard right now. I haven't figured out what the main plot will be yet but here's what I have come up with so far!! I think I'm going to post it on Wattpad and (maybe) on here chapter-by-chapter!!! Also. Hart is not my real last name. Also some of the ideas are contradictory, my brain thought of them in the order they are listed. There's still quite a few more complex ideas in my brain

HERE IT IS!!!!:

Oliver hart, the one and only spider man.

Started a band with Hobie and Gwen, being the singer and piano player.

Does not like Miguel in the slightest, but is still there to try and change everything, as well to have some control of what is going on in the situation.

Had to overcome the freezing up aspect of his anxiety

Gets triggered frequently but is able to face through it by wearing the mask

The only ones who have seen him cry without his mask on are Hobie and Gwen.

Hobie and Gwen absolutely adore his art, and he thinks the both of them are the absolute shit.

Finds the disabled spider man really lovely (I don’t remember her line, but I found it really silly that she made the crutch joke because that’s shit I would do heheheh)

Thought that Gwen’s outfit was really cool with the trans colors

Thinks pavitr is fucking rad as hell

Stammers a lot, but is still really silly and good at thinking on the spot

It took him a while to get strong enough to sling himself around, but is not very good at slinging himself through tight spaces because he’s fat.

Compares himself to the other spiders a lot

Genuinely scared of Miguel because of how much he reminds him of his dad.

Definitely helped Hobie get parts for the watches, going out of his way to keep tabs on him because he’s terrified of his band mates getting hurt.

Thinks miles is so so cool from all he’s heard about him from gwen. LIKE, ANOTHER COOL ART DUDE??? WHOSE OUTFIT IS SO SO COOL??

Will not hesitate to complain about a bad texture

Him and Pavitr are in the hair exposed gang.

Oliver does have a hood for his hair, but he prefers not to use it when he can because it’s uncomfortable.

HIs headphones have spider webs from all his friends as a momento, as well as to stick to his head.

He got special gear to have a music player inside of his suit.

Likes to point out that he did not choose to be Spiderman, he just chose to help people because he always wanted to do that.

One of his drawings is on Hobie’s guitar, and Hobie signed his piano

The death of one of his uncles, who is a cop, he felt could have been avoided if he was only more nimble and slim, so that’s one of the big things he compares himself to the other spiders to. If only he could have been fast enough.

Hobie and Gwen both know that holding hands reduces Oliver’s anxiety tremendously

Oliver was in his room, recording a song for release before a portal from spider HQ appeared in his room.

“WHAT IN THE EVER LIVING JESUS FUCKING-” He yelled.

So yeah that was Miguel’s first impression of him

He was very uncomfortable at hq for a while, until Hobie noticed the anarchy symbol on his shoes and they swiftly became friends.

He had already told his parents that he was spiderman because he actually trusts them and know they wont’ tell the public or anything.

HE immediately shot miguel in the face with his web shooter, apologizing profusely afterwards.

He initially found Miguel really goofy

but once shit hit the fan he no longer found Miguel goofy. Oh me oh my

OH!! I FORGOT TO ADD!! HERE IS HIS DESIGN!!: (The first one is the most accurate design, but the purple one on on the right is also verysimilar to hsi final design.)

#atsv fanfic #across the spiderverse #astv fanfiction #spidersona #agst #tw: angst #tw: abuse #tw: cursing #cursing #tw: death #digital art #anarchy #hehehe anarchy...

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alexdelray1 · 2 years ago

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Hobie x Reader Part 2!

Last part:

-What if your old man found out that we are dating?- Hobie asked and looked at me with a stupid smile.

-He would kill me first, then you, and then himself. Why are you so eager to speculate? - I answered the question with a question. We sat on the roof of my dad's base. Right on the glass to which we are attached.

-I just can't? By the way, who is your favorite singer? - he asked while looking at the sky.

-Of course Rihanna. Even if Beyonce and Gwen St-- I didn't finish because Hobie interrupted me.

-Stacy?- he asked with a hint of hope.

-No, Stefani. In our universe, Gwen Stacy maybe doesn't exist. - I answered for him and made a bored face.

-It's a pity, Gwen was my favorite rock star in my universe.- he said and started playing with his mask.

-Was? Did something happen or did you find a new mentor? - I asked him and put my hand on his shoulder.

-She died, but that happens all the time. Someone from another universe dies and someone is born. - he said and squeezed my hand on the shoulder.

-It happens or doesn't happen and it still hurts so much. I hope I'm in a universe where I won't be another tragic death for my dad. - I replied and sighed.

-It would be a tragic death not only for him. You're not alone, baby girl. - he said and took out the guitar behind his back.

-What are you doing?- I asked and moved my hand away.

-Do you want to sing something? - he asked with a banana up on his face.

-What about it?- I laughed.

-I don't know. Maybe choose. Don't worry, no one will hear us. - he said and started to fix his electric guitar.

-Maybe Zombie by Cranberries?- I asked him and he started playing without a word. After a while of introduction, I started singing.

Another head hangs lowly.

Child is slowly taken.

And the violence caused such silence.

Who are we mistaken?

The first words were like a warm-up. Hobie lightly pointed at my mouth with his finger, telling me to open it more.

But you see, it's not me, it's not my family.

In your head, in your head, they are fighting.

With their tanks and their bombs.

And their bombs, and their guns.

In your head, in your head, they are crying.

I watched the sun set slowly. It was difficult for me to sing without one point of view, so I took it as one of the clouds.

In your head, in your head, Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie.

What's in your head?

In your head, Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie.

I remembered how whenever I sang in my room, my dad never complained about it. Because he was always somewhere else.

Another mother's breakin', heart is taking over.

When the violence causes silence.

We must be mistaken.

I understand that being Spiderman is an important job, but being a dad is also important. I always didn't like the babysitters he changed for me every year. They were always extremely nice to me just because they wanted to sleep with him. Disgusting.

It's the same old theme, since 1916.

In your head, in your head, they're still fighting.

With their tanks and their bombs.

And their bombs, and their guns.

In your head, in your head, they are dying.

I met Hobie shortly after I turned 16 and wanted to work in my father's 'company'. The guy always knew how to get into the heart. He encouraged me to do many things, such as singing in front of an audience, riding a motorcycle, jumping off the Statue of Liberty. It was always fun with him.

In your head, in your head, zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie.

What's in your head?

In your head.

Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie.

About 3 months later we started dating. Everyone on the base knew about it except my father. I didn't want to know what would happen if he found out that two people from different universes were dating. For now, I can rest assured about this because we don't have any snitches at HQ.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, hey, oh, ya, ya-a...

I finished the song and leaned on Hobi's shoulder.

How about we stay here forever, away from everyone? - he asked philosophically and stroked my head.

-I would like to, I would really like to, but it's not possible…-

#x reader #fem reader #spider verse #across the spiderverse #spiderman #spider woman #hobie x reader

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clowningaroundmars · 1 year ago

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Hobie1610 pt. 2

after god knows how long (months tho tbh), i am happy to present: hobie1610 part dos! In this installment, we see how Miles eventually rounds right back to Hobie Jones to apologize after pt. 1's gigantic blunder

hope y'all enjoy! :)

>pt. 1 here<

>pt. 3 here<

It was several weeks into the first semester-- with winter just right around the corner-- before Miles finally got around to confronting the little Hobie Problem that he had.

Being laden with pounds upon pounds of assignments to get done before the holidays and then trying to keep up with Spiderman duties on top of it all, managing his parents’ overwhelming expectations once again, and trying to survive as a teenager in general forced his first day blunder onto the back burner for much longer than Miles would have liked.

Sure, his anxiety is a bitch sometimes, and it holds him back from directly addressing a lot of issues in his life, but Rio didn’t raise any neanderthal. Miles knew that when he messed up, he messed up.

Problem is, every time he’s tempted to just reach a hand out to his dimension’s Hobie Br-- Jones, pat his shoulder lightly, pull him into a corner somewhere during lunch maybe, and finally man up and apologize… that’s when some crook starts some problems downtown, or some mad scientist finally snaps somewhere and starts to wreak havoc with crazy gadgets a bit too unnervingly close to his neighborhood.

Or Miles gets back to his dorm room and sees that he has an assignment due the very next day that he hasn’t even had the chance to hop on yet, because of aforementioned crooks and mad scientists.

It was all driving him crazy.

And so now here he was, up on a rooftop in the middle of a chilly fall day, hanging out with his inter-dimensional besties (who he lightheartedly calls the Spider Squad but he hasn’t quite brought that up to them yet).

They were on a lunch break after pummeling and restraining some prisoners-- who somehow got out of the Raft-- that tried to make their way across the Brooklyn Bridge. Miles sure appreciated the help, which was one of the many positives of letting Hobie Brown make dimension watches for everyone, mostly so they could all help another Spider shoulder the burdens that usually befell them.

But the teens-- being teens, of course-- also used their watches to just pop into an open portal and hang out with each other as often as they could. Who could blame them? Being a superhero and a kid was overwhelming most of the time. Sometimes they needed a listening ear or a supportive shoulder to cry on every now and then, and getting the opportunity to chill and explore a whole new world for them was always a thrill.

(Miles himself could never deny the excitement of getting to go to Mumbattan for shopping trips every so often, either.)

So with all of that in mind it was tempting to, after seeing the long and lanky punk Spiderman climb through his own multi-colored portal, ask Hobie if he could go back to New London with him. He needed to get something off of his chest.

Hobie, languidly as ever, hikes a skinny shoulder up in a nonchalant shrug and goes “ye’ sure, mate. Somethin’ up, or?”

Pavitr leans forward from his conversation with Gwen-- the little snoop, goddamnit-- and swallows a particularly big bite of his sandwich. “Oooooh, Miles and Hobie? Alone, in New London? Wow!” He elbows Gwen, who shakes her head and snorts into her bottled juice.

Miles puffs up. “Hey, it’s not like that! We just need to talk. In private. Nothing’s wrong, I uh… I just need some advice. That’s all!”

Hobie’s grin is full of teeth. “Waidaminnit. Miles Morales... Thee Great Miles Morales, needin’ my advice? Interesting!” His freeform locs bob and wiggle teasingly with every movement of his head.

Feeling put on the spot, Miles pouts as he picks at some lint on his spider suit and finishes off his soda as quickly as he can manage.

Gwen, bless her heart, notices his discomfort and scooches closer to him on the rooftop ledge. “… Is everything alright, by the way? It isn’t anything bad, is it?”

Miles glances at her before returning his gaze to the concrete several stories below. “Uhm, nah. Nah, it’s… y’know, it’s just more inter-dimensional weirdness. But I’m sure I can fix it. I think,”

He then shoots her a grateful smile for her considerate check-in, and pulls his mask back down over the lower half of his face. Gwen understands this as his “I’ll be back for another check-in later,” behavior and simply nods back. She knows not to push him.

“Well,” Hobie unfolds himself from his position on some scaffolding on the side of building, straightening himself up to his full height and stretching, “I’m all finished, then. Prob'ly not a good idea to go swingin’ on full stomachs, though. Let’s take a quick walk before headin’ home, yeah?”

Miles grabs Hobie’s hand and helps him hoist himself up over the ledge, and the teens all gather their trash into one plastic bag together. They chatter and slip their masks on as they casually walk down the side of the half-constructed building, finally touching down onto the concrete alleyways and relishing the quiet of an empty block before heading to the congested streets of downtown Brooklyn.

They all eventually bid each other their farewells after a few quick photo ops from excited New Yorkers, but of course not before Pavitr leans into Miles’ ear conspiratorially and whispers: “Let me know how it goes, bro! Good luck!”

Pav punches Miles on the shoulder lightly and winks at him, then he does a backflip into his golden-bright portal and blinks out of existence.

Miles rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “Does he want me and Hobie to be together, or me and you? I can never tell with that guy,” he groans at Gwen, whose shoulders are shaking with badly-concealed laughter.

“I think he just watches too many of those soap operas, honestly. Trashy daytime TV will do that to a guy sometimes.” She quips just as humorlessly.

Miles gives her a sidelong glance and a smirk. “Right. Rots your brain. Poor Pav!”

Gwen and Hobie laugh at that as Gwen pulls up her own portal.

“I’m thinkin’ we need t’ stage an intervention, really.” Hobie adds.

“Yes, and soon,” Miles points out.

“I’ll see what I can do to pull him away from those shows, but you know how his aunt is,” Gwen snorts. “Plus, I’m pretty sure Pav is just a huge romantic anyways, soaps or no soaps.”

“When I’ve got relationship issues, I guess I know the guy to go to, then,” Miles shrugs, then throws Gwen a casual salute goodbye.

She stands in front of white and multi-colored splotches of watercolor floating out from her dimensional portal as she salutes Miles back, giving Hobie a quick wave. “Let me know how your little inter-dimensional weirdness problem goes too, Miles! Talk to us in the groupchat every once in a while!”

And like that, she’s gone.

So now Hobie and Miles were left alone together.

Standing in the middle of a dirty alleyway on a cold autumn afternoon wasn’t Miles’ exact definition of a good time, though… why wasn’t Hobie opening his own portal right now? Miles turns his mask’s gigantic white eyes up to his dimensional variant (and boy was that a weird thing to think about when Hobie brought that up one day during a Spider Sleepover at Gwen’s) and gives him a pointed stare.

Hobie’s own painted eyes meet his.

“So…” Miles says.

“So…” Hobie says, his grin evident in his voice.

“Are we or are we not going back to yours?” Miles stuck his fists on his hips impatiently.

“First,” Hobie says as he holds up a long skinny finger, “I gotta know what this is about. ‘Cause we all know you, Miles. I don’t wanna enable any avoidant behaviors, mate. You know how it is.”

“What?!” Miles throws up his hands in the air. “Dude! SO not cool! You are not my dad.”

Hobie shakes his head. “You know I’m right, though. This ain’t about your parents, is it?”

Goddamn Hobie and his parental instincts. When is this guy ever going to get off of mom duty?

Miles huffs. “No, Hobie. It’s not. Look. I just, uh… if you don’t wanna go back to your dimension, then can we get away from like… this area in general, please?”

Hobie hummed in thought, then shrugged and shot a web up to a nearby street lamp. Together, the two Spidermen swung through the concrete jungle that was earth-1610’s New York City until they ended up somewhere near the Financial District in Manhattan, happening upon a sort of indoor rooftop terrace party that a bunch of corporate yuppie-looking people were enjoying behind giant glass windows. A few of those yuppies were out onto the actual rooftop smoking and talking amongst themselves in the cold while the party bumped along behind them.

The sun was setting quickly, and darkness descended upon both Spiderman as they scaled a nearby building and sat on a water tank to secretly watch the party from a little ways away. Miles took solace in the dark most times, and drank up the view of what few stars could be seen in the New York City skyline.

The clouds were scarce on this particular fall evening, so the red and yellow hues on the horizon were completely uninterrupted. Miles’ dimension took on an almost ethereal glow sometimes, and during this time of day, he was more than grateful for it.

Hobie was silent as he watched the sun set alongside Miles, until the entire city was enshrouded in darkness and the stars of the cosmos seemed to have fallen from the heavens and landed right onto the buildings and bridges laid out all before them. Lights from cars making their nightly rounds and tall buildings glittered all around them, and just beyond the skyscrapers, bits of the Upper Bay could be seen shimmering and reflecting the glittery light right back.

It was breathtaking. Beautiful.

But time was running out. They couldn’t sit here and watch the scenery and the people from several hundred feet away forever. Miles also knew Hobie had stuff to deal with in his own world, a million miles away from anything he could ever know. With a world-weary sigh, Miles finally takes his mask off fully and winds it up and around his hands, over and over.

“Your problem botherin’ you that much, Mi?” Hobie grins at his friend, taking his own mask off and running a hand through his locs.

“It’s just… I…” Miles chews on the inside of his cheek, wondering how to proceed.

It really was a weird problem to have, all things considered. There aren't many instances where someone pisses off a dimensional variant of their friend, and they have another version of that very same friend right by their side to ask how to even go about fixing the rift they caused in the first place.

“It’s just that I... like… I messed up pretty badly, right? And I know it’s totally my fault,” Miles is speaking quickly now, bottled up words now spilling forth like water, “but my anxiety started spiking up randomly out of nowhere and I just blew it, man. I wasn’t really thinking. Well, actually, I was. I was overthinking but I didn’t really mean to leave this guy hanging for so long afterwards and--”

Hobie throws a leg over his other one, propping himself onto an arm and leaning back to face Miles. “Okay. Okay, Miles, that’s cool. Thanks for the disclaimer, bruv, but we’re gonna have to start from the beginning.” He chuckles.

Miles laughs nervously. “Right, right. Yeah,” he takes a breath, licks his lips and tries again.

“So… on my first day of school I bumped into… you. I mean, not you, I mean like my dimension’s version of you.”

Hobie raised a pierced brow. “Wait, there’s another me here, too?”

“Yeah, yeah and I just almost crashed right into-- wait.” Miles’ brain took a second to buffer. “What do you mean too?”

“Ehhh, we found another me in some odd dimension or another. Y’know, like, one of those ones we don’t go to often. It was whatever,” Hobie shrugs casually.

Miles had a couple of questions about that but he decided to stick to the topic and not get distracted for now. “... Right, cool. So yeah, I almost crashed into you at Visions, except it wasn’t you.”

Hobie nodded. “You almost crashed into Not Me. Got it.”

“… Because I was late for class and not really, uh, thinking. Like at all. But it was you, you know what I mean? Not You is super bad at directions and navigating buildings, I guess, so I helped him out. Annddd I guess he wanted to be my friend afterwards, but.”

“Mhmm,” Hobie hums, in a tone that sounded a lot like him saying go on, then.

“Did you, uh… did you know your name is Jones sometimes?” Miles scratches at his ear awkwardly. “Hobie Jones, not Hobie Brown. It was weird when I found out, because another student said his full name and so that’s how I found out in the first place,”

Hobie inhales. “Hmm! Interesting. Dunno that I like the sound of that, if we’re gonna be honest here. Doesn’t really roll off the tongue the same, I think. But alright. Why’s that so important?”

“Uhhh,”

Hm. Shit. This was the part Miles dreaded getting to in the first place.

How was he going to put into words the weird dread that befell him upon learning that this Jones character might very well be this dimension’s version of his MJ? How could he possibly explain the thrilling electricity that races up and down his spine everytime he totally does not think about dating, kissing, possibly even having children with this other Hobie? How was he going to get that across to this super-cool, super-hot, super-put-together version of him?

Speaking those kinds of words out loud right to Hobie’s chiseled face made Miles slightly nauseous. He opted to circumnavigate that little problem altogether.

“Listen, don’t ask, okay? Seriously, man, I’m not playin’. Buuuut… if I pissed you off real bad, how would. Like, how could I make it up to you, theoretically speaking?”

Hobie exhaled a laugh. Miles could see his bright grin even in the low lighting of the night. “Huh? How’d you go from helpin’ Not Me out to pissin’ ‘im off all of the sudden? We’re missin' a step there, Milesie. C’mon now,”

Miles laughed too. “Ho-biieee, I already told you, man!” He hated how whiny he sounded, but this really wasn’t the time. “You cannot ask me about it!”

Hobie tossed his head like a horse. “Oh my god, mate. I can’t give ya solid advice when I don’t even know what the hell I’m givin’ advice for. I gotta know what happened, bruv, what’d ya do?”

“Just--! Ugh,” Miles deflated. “I maybe sorta... ditched him all of a sudden. Like, out of nowhere. When he, uh, when he needed me.”

Hobie’s glittering eyes bore holes into Miles’ hot face. “Mhmm? Why for?”

“Hobie, for the love of all that is good in the world, just--! Throw me a bone, here, man. I am dying of embarrassment right now!” He buried his face in his hands as Hobie rocked back with laughter.

“Why’d ya ditch ‘im?! That doesn’t sound like ya, Mi. Sounds like a real wick thing, but not a Morales thing to do. C’mon, what did Not Me say to you? You can pretend I’m him and I’ll apologize an’ everything.”

“No no no no, Hobie you don’t get it,” Miles sighed. “He didn’t do or say anything. That’s the thing. I just… I freaked out I guess, when I looked up his name and saw that he was a super accomplished model and everything. He’s got thousands of followers on Flickstagram, even. But I just…! I dunno what my brain was doing to me, once I saw that. I guess I just had a mini panic attack and just… bounced. Then, obviously I had tons of homework and Spiderman stuff to deal with, so ever since then, we’ve just been avoiding each other in the halls and I haven’t had any time to even tell him anything. I really messed up, man.”

Hobie was unnervingly silent as he thought for a good minute. The night had really fallen thick onto the city and the temperatures were dropping fast. Miles could barely see his own breath clouding in front of him or even Hobie’s face now that the darkness completely enshrouded them both, and it made him a little nervous.

“So…” Miles prodded carefully.

“Super accomplished model and everything, eh?” Hobie quietly asked after a little while. Miles couldn’t see Hobie’s expression, but he could hear the rhythmic rubbing of fabric against fabric as Hobie rubbed at his arm with a gloved hand.

“Uhhyup.” Miles confirmed.

“Hm. Utterly fascinated now, mate. Tell me more about this other me, then. He cool like me, or a total neurotic space cadet?”

Miles rubbed the back of his neck. “I mean, I can’t tell you much. We haven’t gotten to talk much. I guess you can be the judge, here’s his social media here...”

He then pulls his phone out of a recently-added pocket he found the time to sew onto his suit, taking inspiration from his mother’s own yoga leggings that she got as a birthday gift a few months before. The fact that spandex was able to hold so much but still stay so snug against your body was nothing short of a modern miracle, in Miles’ opinion. He was grateful for it now as he unlocked his phone and tapped on Hobie M. Jones’ page right out of the search history on his phone’s Flickstagram app.

Once he hands his phone to his friend, he has to resist the urge to suck in a breath as he watches the bright light from his screen illuminate Hobie’s features in ways he’s never seen before.

Hobie takes a second to scroll for a bit and Miles watches as the light plays across his features with just a bit more rapt attention than he normally would. Must be getting late, and Miles’ brain has historically been known not to work very well when he was tired.

Then, Hobie handed the phone back to Miles and folded his arms across his knees.

“Interesting, interesting,” was all he muttered. Thankfully, he did not comment on the “M. Jones” part of the username.

Miles tried lightening the mood. “Let me guess. You hate him because he’s not a fascist-fighting punk like you, huh.”

“I can’t be th’ judge of that, Miles. You know social media ain’t real life, and all that just looked like his portfolio to me, if we’re gonna be honest.” He checked his spiked bracelet in the light of Miles’ lit up screen. “I think that this other me doesn’t really feel too comfortable openin’ up and lettin’ other people see who he really is, though. So if you do go off an’ apologize to ‘im, I don’t think it’ll be very easy to gain his trust back.”

“Hold on,” Miles shakes his head and tucks his phone away again. “You got all that from looking at his Flicksta for not even a minute? How do you even know all of that?”

“’Cause he’s me, bruv. I know that look on his face, on those candids. Even them professional shots look… like, well, I dunno how t’ explain it. I guess it’s just sort of like--”

“If you know, you know?” Miles puts in.

“Mm,” Hobie smiles and nods. “Yep. That. He’s… withdrawn. Held back. I ‘unno… doesn’t seem like he has many friends.”

Miles sits back to think about the distant and carefully-put together mask that Hobie Jones slipped onto his face back when an annoying student butted into their conversation just before 2nd period that fateful day. Not to mention how famous he seemed, that the whole school wanted to pull him into a million different directions just for some selfies and autographs in general…

“He’s famous. He has a billboard up near the school, even,” Miles says without thinking.

“That explains it, then.”

Miles thought aloud for a bit. “He told me that I was the only person in the world who didn’t look at him like he was made out of solid gold. Hmmm,”

“Right then. That’s a start, eh?”

Miles sighed. “I-if… if someone who you thought could be like, your only friend in the whole world. Your only real friend… if that person abandoned you out of nowhere, with no explanation… how would I go about making it up to you?”

Hobie doesn’t comment on the phrasing of that question, either. He lays a warm hand on Miles’ cold shoulder and squeezes.

“Listen, Mi. You’re real special, you already know that. If he liked ya enough to wanna be your friend the very same day you two met, then I bet you can come up with somethin’ that’ll stick eventually. That being said… a little food ain’t never hurt no one.”

They stare at each other in the dark for a second.

“Uh, what?” Miles asks.

“Y’know. Like a peace offering. Bring ‘im a peace offering, make your apology, and then leave the poor kid alone. Let ‘im sorta… well, let ‘im kinda just chase you a little bit, right?”

Miles’ brow was raised high now. “What, like. Just leave some food and a note for him at lunch or something? Dude, that is so lame!”

“It’s about the mystique, mate. Trust me. Gotta keep the intrigue up, don’t crowd him too much or else you’ll scare man away, right? I hate when people grovel at my feet if I’m gonna be dead honest with ya. Don’t make too much of a big deal of it, and he just might forgive ya. You two'll be holdin' hands in no time,”

“Is that it? Is it really that easy?” Miles was skeptical.

Hobie shrugs and removes his hand from Miles’ shoulder. “Hell if I know, but if he’s anything like me, it just might work. Just be prepared to take it on the chin if he doesn’t forgive you in the end, though. Gettin’ ditched like that with no warning’s a bit hard on someone who’s never had any friends to lean on in the first place.”

Made sense to Miles. He shrugged, nodded, and then had only one question left to ask.

“… Cool. Got it. So, uh. What kinda food do you like, anyways?”

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And that was how Miles ended up making a quick run (swing, really) over to his favorite Jamaican store for a dinner plate with some beef patties thrown in during the next day’s lunch period.

He couldn’t afford to be seen by security, so he suited up at his usual place on the rooftop of the school and sailed down to retrieve his peace offering as quickly as he could before lunch was over.

What luck, that he had the same lunch as Hobie Jones! Made this whole run a pretty easy thing to do at all, which was always a bonus.

Once he made his way back to the school, he hurriedly stuffed his mask back into his bag and practically jumped back into his uniform, not even taking the time to stop and check if his suit was properly hidden. No time for that, when the period was almost over and he hadn’t even gotten a bite to eat for himself.

Miles also took the time to write up what he hoped was a sufficiently appropriate apology note the previous night after getting back to his dorm room at a late hour, and he tucked that into the crinkled paper bag as carefully as he could manage. A grease-stained apology note was definitely not a cool thing to receive, especially from someone who wronged you out of nowhere and wasn’t even man enough to say that apology to your face.

He arranged everything as best he could while flying down several flights of stairs down to the cafeteria.

Once Miles pushes past the double doors into the large cafeteria area, he feels the tightness in his chest and the heat radiating from his gut outwards intensify more as he gets closer to his target.

It takes a bit of wandering to finally spot Hobie, but then Miles sees him: sat at a table near the center of the room. He’s surrounded by a bunch of fake friends all talking loudly over one another and trading phones over their meals. Hobie Jones himself looks forlorn even when in the middle of a group, surrounded on all sides by bodies he doesn’t even look directly at, even when he turns his head slightly to speak to them.

Well, shit.

Miles was not expecting Hobie to have fallen into so large a group of friends so soon. He spotted the same girl who pulled him aside for a selfie that one time sat at the same table, and her and her little posse were just gossiping loudly about any and everyone.

Miles found his feet stuck to the floor upon finally laying eyes on the scene.

Ugh. God. A bunch of preps poking their noses into his and Hobie’s business while probably begging to read the very private note that Miles wrote for him was absolutely not anywhere in his list of things he’d like to experience today.

So Miles did a sudden about-face and walked away quickly, before he was even spotted.

Plan B was set in motion, then: give the bag over to Hobie before the next period.

Miles always dreaded the class he and Hobie shared right after lunch. The awkwardness subsided after a while, since it was kinda hard to feel so bad about The Incident when the entire class had to cram for quizzes and do research for essays, but the pit in Miles’ stomach as he purposefully averted his gaze away from that corner of the room was never easy to ignore.

But now, after weeks of gloom and doom, Miles found himself actually being excited for the bell to ring. He quietly made his way upstairs to the top level and slipped into the classroom as gracefully as he could manage.

Sure, he was nervous as hell about it all, at the end of the day. But he wanted this little problem that’s been put away for far too long to just… finally be done and over with. If for nothing else, he just wanted one less student at Visions hating his guts, really.

He placed the paper bag onto Hobie’s chair and scooted it underneath the desk to hide it from the rest of the classroom. The last thing he needed was some other nosy student swiping it up and rifling through the contents before Hobie could see it.

Miles ate part of his sandwich in the peace and quiet of the classroom, enjoying what precious little minutes he had until the bell rang and everyone-- including the teacher-- filed in to start the class’s lessons of the day.

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Miles’ simple plan was a success, just as his buddy Hobie Brown had predicted.

Hobie Jones had read the note quietly in his corner of the room and hastily shoved the dinner plate into his backpack soon after.

Miles didn’t know if that meant he was forgiven or not, but at least he took the (probably cold) food with him and read the note without tearing it up into a million pieces, so at least Miles had that going for him.

There was one last step to really clinch the victory, though; an invitation to meet up at the rooftop later that day, before the last bell finally rung and let all of the kids out of the school for the day. Miles still had a lot to get off his chest that he couldn’t quite lay down on paper, and he needed to properly apologize to Hobie’s face to finally put his conscience at ease.

Whether or not Hobie took the invitation was left up in the air, really.

Miles made sure to try and get a head start so he could make it up there before Hobie could, but he made sure to add “be up at the rooftop by 3:30pm if you’re coming or I’m bouncing” to the end of the note, because as much as he wanted to make amends with his dimension’s Hobie, he was not going to let petty school drama get in the way of Spiderman-ing.

Miles was a man of standards, and he held himself to some level of professionalism, thank you very much!

It was cold that day, very cold.

Miles was lowkey regretting his decision to meet outside now as he tucked his chin deeper into his big puffer jacket, warming his hands with his warm breath before shoving them into his pockets.

He hoped Hobie had gotten used to getting around the hallways a bit more now, and that he could find his way up to the roof level without becoming completely lost and just giving up entirely.

As the minutes crawled by, Miles found himself unlocking and locking his phone multiple times, checking the time, checking for any notifications to distract himself, and wondering just why he decided on the roof to meet instead of, say, his dorm room hallway or whatever.

Then, the roof access door slowly swung open, and there stood Hobie M. Jones in all his six-foot-something glory.

Miles sucked in his breath as Hobie’s big brown eyes scanned the roof and fell upon his face, and the both of them stood rooted to their spots for a split second like deer in headlights.

Then Hobie grunted, tugged at his ponytail to let it loose, and his long dreads fell all around his face in one graceful movement. Miles felt his mouth go dry.

Miles’ feet moved on their own. They met in the middle, and a strong wind rushed through to tousle Hobie’s impressive locs some more as they both stared each other down.

Miles finally opened his mouth to speak, feeling his voice catching in his throat for a split second, before being interrupted anyways.

“You don’t need to apologize,” Hobie says quickly, tucking his own chin into his expensive-looking jacket’s collar as well.

Miles’ brain bluescreened. “Wait, wha?”

Hobie huffed out a laugh, the vapors of his breath being carried away in the chilly wind like dandelion seeds. “I’m being serious, man. It’s… it’s cool, honestly. I get why you ditched me. It happens all the time,”

Miles’ heart sinks. “N-no, Hobie, look. I really messed up and I felt like I had to-- wait, what do you mean all the time?”

Miles had a sweeping feeling of déja vu overcome him then.

Hobie chuckled ruefully, shrugging as he shoves his hands deeper into his own pockets, mirroring Miles. “I mean, like… you think you’re the only one who ever ran for the hills after seeing how famous I was? It just happens. That’s my life, I guess.”

Miles’ lower lip stuck out a bit. “But that’s… dude. That is so depressing!”

Hobie shook his head, tossing a loc out of his face. “Sure, but it’s… it’s just my life. It’s just how things are when you’re a model around here.”

They looked sadly into each other’s eyes before Hobie averts his gaze to his shoes, scuffing the toe on the roof floor for a second before looking back up and continuing.

“… You, uhm. How’d you… how’d you know that I like Jamaican food, though? I’ve never told anyone about that before. Nobody but my family, anyways.”

“Uhh, lucky guess?” Miles offers him a lopsided grin.

Hobie smiles for real this time, the corners of his eyes crinkling just like his earth-138 counterpart. “You really are a weird guy, just like you said before. What else did you want to tell me, before we both gotta bounce?”

Miles gaped at him like a fish. “You… you have to let me apologize, though. Like actually. Before we both have to go.”

Hobie nodded. “Okay. I’m all ears,”

Miles took a deep breath. “I…!" His voice caught in his throat for a second. "Uh. Do you wanna maybe… hang out, like outside of school sometime? Maybe grab some more Jamaican food from my favorite place?”

Hobie looks at him with an unreadable expression on his face. “You… that’s your apology?”

Miles sighed. “I’m bad at conflict management, man. Just let me treat you to some more lunch and then… maybe we can just let this whole thing go, yeah? You won’t ever have to talk to me again after this, I promise!”

“You are seriously sending me mixed signals here,” Hobie says. But he doesn’t seem opposed to the idea.

“I know, I know! But please, just humor me, man. We can do it this weekend, even. I just… feel like a total dick after what I did and I wanna be able to actually make it up to you.”

Hobie directs his shy smile back down to the ground. “Jesus,” he mutters.

Miles holds his palms forward. “What? Is that a no?”

Hobie laughs, full and bright and it-- fuck-- it fills Miles with a dizzying thrill that makes him laugh, too!

“Fine… but if you ditch me again this time, you asshole--” Hobie grabs the front of Miles’ jacket and yanks it towards him, putting the both of them closer together and making a complete heatwave roll through Miles’ nerves, “I will-- uh,”

Miles doesn’t register why Hobie stops speaking all of a sudden until his eyes slowly follow down to what he’s looking at, and then both of their hearts stop at the same time.

In Miles’ earlier haste to jump into his clothing after his meal run, he forgot to button a few buttons on his shirt, which left his very visibly black and red suit out in the open with just one small yank of his coat’s zipper. The top of his red spider emblem shone bright against the dark spandex.

For a second, the world stopped. The wind stopped blowing, the cars down below stopped honking, Miles stopped breathing.

Then, he hastily took a step back and cleared his throat, hoping against hope that Hobie would not recognize the spider suit so easily.

“S-so, yeah? You’ll go? I, uh, promise I won’t stand you up if you do. We can, uhm. Exchange numbers if you want--” here, Miles starts fumbling around his pockets for his phone, a device that he clung onto like a lifeline moments ago now almost completely forgotten in the excitement of the situation.

Hobie swallows and takes a step back also. “Y-yeah… yeah, sure. Let’s uhm. Let’s link up later, then.”

Miles lets Hobie input his digits into his contact list, and then bids him farewell.

“I’ll text you later, okay? Gotta go now, bye!”

Miles almost wants to throw himself off the roof of the school just to land on the concrete sidewalks below with a splat. A flattened spider. It’s what he deserves, honestly.

But he swallows his embarrassment and rushes down the stairs towards his own dorm room, instead.

He seriously, seriously hopes Hobie didn't recognize his spider suit, goddamn!

Once Miles gets to his room, he sags against the door with a sigh and shrugs off his puffer jacket. Then, he fishes his phone out of the jacket’s pocket and flicks the screen on, which now has Hobie Jones’ digits input into it under the name of “MJ (from Visions)”.

Miles throws himself into his and Ganke’s shared computer chair and twirls over to the window.

It’s Miles. I am not ditching you this time, PROMISE, he sends over to the number.

A few minutes later, he gets a response and his stomach flutters with the chime.

You better not, Hobie playfully teases. I know where you sleep…

A few more knife emojis accompany the texts and Miles laughs out loud. Then he bites his lip.

Fuck… damn. This really is earth-1610’s version of MJ, huh. The name beamed straight into his eyeballs from where it sat right at the top of his messages and it continued to haunt him as he got his laptop out for the night to finally make some more leeway on his English essay.

Miles went to bed that night dreaming of him and a red-headed Hobie Jones holding Mayday.

#spiderverse #hobie brown #miles morales #punkflower #*stadium cheering* miles did it!!! he did it!#with his awkward spider rizz he secured a dat-- i mean a hangout with hobie mfing jones!!#stay tuned to see what happens in part three 👀#and who knows..... there just might also be a part four.....................#<_<#we just might have to see!#also goddamn i know that pic i drew and threw in there is. bad. but ive been playing with markers lately since i bought them #so i figured i'd also use this fic lowkey as practice lmfao #pls excuse the weird mistakes and bad coloring overall. its been years. IM TRYING OK 😭#gonna hopefully add in a much better drawing to the next installment. just gotta practice more is all!#also this is my 1st time writing out hobie brown's dialogue with tha accent n everything #lemme kno how i did 👍 i tried not to make the accent TOO cringey to read!#mi writing

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