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[strangebutcher]

I know I’ve gone MIA with fics, apologies for my disappearance, BUT if you guys love spiderverse just as much as I do feel free to check out the playlists I made for the characters! Miles is one of many characters I created a playlist for(you can find the rest of the characters on my Spotify following the link below)

[strangebutcher]

Im such a liar

part 2 of exclusive 🙏🏽

Working on it rn!! I’ve been going through so many rewrites to get it perfect :)

[strangebutcher]

part 2 of exclusive 🙏🏽

Working on it rn!! I’ve been going through so many rewrites to get it perfect :)

[strangebutcher]

Exclusive || A Hobie Brown x Reader

[W/C] 1182

summary: You go to see one of Hobie’s shows, things go south at the end. 

content: Hobie Brown x Fem!Goth!Reader, angst, cheating, substance use, smoking, foul language, etc. 

A/N: It had to be done. 

You assumed that you and Hobie had an exclusive relationship, you’d never talked it over nor was there ever even a discussion about the mutual feelings you shared, but you felt like there was some shared understanding the two of you had. You were for one another and nobody else, or that’s what you believed. Tonight was one of those nights where you’d break the rules of the society and travel to his world with no mission at hand. Your cuff was hidden by a long bell sleeved top which you’d paired with a short skirt, I’m talking an inch longer than a micro-mini skirt. Hobie had been going on and on about a show his band was playing tonight, and while he hadn’t invited you you just assumed that he’d be happy to see you. 

Your portal has opened at the roof of his apartment building. He lived down the street from the pub which was serving as the venue for the punk band. From what you’d heard his band was pretty big, but then again he could’ve just been gloating so you weren’t sure what to expect as you ventured to the building. You could hear the music booming down the road which signaled you were growing close. A frown made it’s way onto your face as you spotted the long line of punks that stretched from the door all the way down the road. How the hell were you going to get in there? 

You found your eyes venturing to a window at the top of the building. A faint pulsing light shone from it and you weighed your options. Sure, you could climb through the window, but was it worth the risk for getting caught or even worse you flashing someone below you? Sure, you could try and wait in the line, but by the time you got in the show would be well over, so you take your chances and slip off into the alley. You hadn’t seen anyone looking nor even standing this way, so as you climb you don’t bother checking below you. The faster you get up the better. You narrowly slide through the gap and land in what appeared to be an empty room. You exhaust a soft sigh as you land on your feet, adjusting your skirt so that nothing is showing. 

Your eyes dance around the room, almost as if you’re trying to see if you’re truly alone and you are. You exit the room, the vibrations from the music pulsing throughout your body as you head down the staircase that lead to the floor. It’s at this point where you realize that the show is nearly over, but as long as you get to see him it doesn’t bother you much. There’s no way that you’d be able to squeeze your way to the front, so you lean up against the wall, your eyes locked on Hobie who was aggressively strumming his guitar on stage. It isn’t exactly your type of music, but hey, beggars can’t be choosers, besides you’d get used to it. 

At the end of the set you cheer along with the rest of the crowd. As people start to file out you attempt to push your way to the front, calling our for him, though when you meet this eyes your heart drops. Ahead of you, not more than a few feet, is Hobie and some girl. She was practically all over him, sure their lips weren’t connected, but she was touching him all over…and he wasn’t stopping her. For a moment you’ve got no idea what to do, so you do the first thing that comes to mind and speed walk in the opposite direction, pushing past an assortment of punks, trying to get out of there as fast as possible. You hear him call your name, but that only seems to make you quicken your pace. His voice didn’t seem caring in the slightest, it was like he was the one that was pissed off. Seriously? Who the hell did he think he was? He had no right. 

Maybe the situation was unclear, but it didn’t matter. You slid off into the alley besides the pub where you had entered through the window. You didn’t bother to cry, or even show your upset on your face. If anything you were mad, like you wanted to beat the shit out of him. You dig into your pockets, fumbling around for your pack of cigarettes and a lighter. It’s a miracle that you’re able to fit those in the pockets of your skirt considering how little room there is within them, but you make it work. As you light up you hear a familiar jingle that Hobie carries with him, you just pray that hopefully the sound is from one of the other punks still lingering around the venue. To your disappointment it was Hobie, the second he saw you he turned down the alley. There was no escape, you were completely cornered. 

The scene was much quieter than it was not a half and hour before, the hushed conversations don’t compare to the music that had been blaring prior to now. The air is heavy, though it wasn’t obvious if it was just the weather or if it was you. 

You couldn’t avoid his gaze for any longer as you looked to him, he seemed to be trying to figure out what to say as if he couldn’t begin to explain what you had walked in on. 

“I don’t think this is gonna work out,” You spoke before he could say another word, taking a drag the the cigarette which rested between your index and middle finger. It was like you could see his heart drop when you spoke. You expression was cold,but your heart was aching, that was evident in your eyes. His expression quickly changed to match yours, though he often looked pissed off even without a cause. 

“Honestly that wasn’t even-“ you cut him off, not even getting him a chance to explain. Once you finished your cigarette you were leaving, back to your earth with no intentions of ever coming back here again.“I don’t care, Hobart.” You had never dared call him the name before, not when you first met, not ever…until now. His jaw was clenched as you spoke, he wasn’t going to beg for your forgiveness when he didn’t think he’d even done anything to begin with.

“Whatever, Y/N. If you ain’t gonna listen, ‘m not sayin’ shit.” He was always hardheaded, the worst part was that so were you. You would go days without speaking to one another if it meant neither of you had to admit that they were wrong. With that, he walked away and you didn’t beg him to stay. He didn’t deserve that  and you didn’t owe him that. 

As you finished off your cigarette, flicking it down and crushing it with your heel, you pulled up your sleeve, preparing to go back to your earth. You needed a nap…and probably a joint too.

(Part 2?? Maybe?) 

[strangebutcher]

Hobart || A Spider-Punk one-shot

[W/C] 325

summary: a stupid ass drabble of Y/N making fun of Hobie’s name

content: poor attempt at British slang, British people with silly names, gender-neutral reader, Miles Morales being a Hobie anti, and literally just stupid shit.

A/N: this was going to be an xreader, but nah. This is also probably the worst thing I’ve ever written lol. Not proofread

“You’re telling me…you’re sayin’ you don’t conform to labels and you still kept the name Hobart? (..) You got hoe in your name either way and you kept that shit?” Y/N was laughing their ass off as they spoke, quite literally on their knees and holding their gut as an attempt to calm their laughter(it wasn’t working out that well). Hobie on the other hand has his hands stuffed in his vest as he stared down at them, he clearly wasn’t as amused as they were, it only became worse when Miles joined in. 

“Your name is Hobart?” His brows furrowed as he tried to suppress a laugh, though his face was contorting in hilarity. He was extremely amused. You’re telling me he was jealous over some old man named Hobart? Bro doesn’t even have a moanable name.

“Is that like a British thing? Naming people stupid ass names?” Y/N asks again, suppressing their laugh for a few seconds before falling back to the floor again, tears rolling down their cheeks. Maybe you’ve never seen someone roll on the ground in such a state before, hell maybe you’ve never even almost peed because you laugh too hard, but at the moment Y/N was caught in one of those inescapable laughs. Anything and everything would be funny until they ran out of juice. 

“Yeah, laugh it up now, ain’t gonna be funny next time you’re fighten Miguel and I leave, is it?” Hobie’s comment only seems to fuel the fire. Y/N is dying in the floor, Miles is silently cackling, and Hobie is…not exactly pissed off, but he should be right about now. He sneers at the two of them, already clicking on his watch ready to head out.

“No-no, don’t leave, who else am I supposed to make fun of?” Y/N asks, though they can barely leave through their laughter. As they finish their sentence Hobie is already through the portal back to his earth. 

[strangebutcher]

Shower Talk|| A Steddie Oneshot

[W/C] 604 Words

summary: literally just steve sitting outside the shower as eddie showers.

content: mature language, possibly OOC, alluding to childhood trauma and angst, and mostly fluff.

A/N: i didn’t revise this at all so excuse the poor writing, grammar, etc. Definitely going to change this up when I actually have muse to write.

It became a habit for Steve to accompany Eddie in the shower, and not in some sick perverted way. The short haired brunette would sit outside the shower door, waiting for the other to be done. This routine had been going on for weeks, Steve falling into the habit of making a beeline straight towards the bathroom anytime he saw the other looking for a towel. Eddie would only shower while Steve was there, though of course he wasn’t made aware of this. It would explain the occasions when the longer haired of the two would appear with unmanageably greasy hair after a week of the two not being able to see one another.

These moments were something that both of the males held dear to them, though they passed it off as if it was nothing at all. The start of this strange ritual was blurred, but it stemmed from the fact that Eddie couldn’t shower alone. Hell he couldn’t stand being near any body of water if the situation wasn’t life or death. The was pretty public knowledge since the beginning of their relationship. Eddie would always refuse to come over and swim at Steve’s house, after a while Steve had enough and wanted to know why the other had been so avoidant. Hell, any time he brought up even the idea of having the other over to go swimming he would nearly instantaneously change the subject to quite literally anything else he could think of. After what felt like a decade of beating around the bush Eddie finally came clean. He was scared of water, of course he could drink it, but the idea of him being fully submerged genuinely made him sick to his stomach. The other didn’t press further and that was the end of that.

For most of his life Eddie would have Wayne stand outside of the shower and hold his hand. This didn’t stop until recently when Wayne’s work schedule changed. Now, he understood how strange this would seem to an outsider which is one of the many reasons why he avoiding telling Steve for so long. He certainly didn’t want it to seem like some sort of weird sex thing which is certainly wasn’t.

There was a lot that Eddie refused to touch on when it came to this topic, clearly it wasn’t something he was too comfortable talking about. Even Wayne didn’t get the full story, only snippets that he’d have to piece together himself. The gist of it was that when he was younger the boys parents were quite neglectful. Upon one of their ‘party nights’ a toddler Eddie was left alone and unattended to for fourteen hours in a cold, water filled bath tub. This event was the first of many that led to his rehoming and permanent stay with Wayne.

The video store employee didn’t question the other about this. He didn’t need to. He figured if something was up that he would tell him even if that wasn’t the case.

“This guy came in today, he kept bugging about this one movie that’s still in theaters. He didn’t believe that we couldn’t have the movie, and y’a know we don’t get movies from the theater until months after their release.”

“Was it a good movie?”

“Why is that what you took from that story?”

“If it’s a good movie I understand why he wanted it so bad, but if it was like Never Ending story I can’t fuck with that.”

“I don’t know if it was a good movie, but that doesn’t matter?”

“It totally does.”

“I hate you.”

“I’m sure you do, sweetheart.”