#punkflower

[earfsquakez]

They’re great baby sitters!!

[punkeropercyjackson]

Spiderfam cat memes(ft.trans girl Miles)

[clowningaroundmars]

heeyyy yaaalllll

so i was thinking to myself, i love punkflower. i really do.

what if there was a hobie in miles' universe and he didnt have to do the whole long distance relationship across dimensions thing, though? just keep his lil secret crush on spiderpunk a secret and keep it pushing, only to literally bump into his own hobie brown in 1610 one day?

wouldnt that be cool, guys?

wouldnt it? :)

wouldnt :) it :) be :) so :) cool? :) and so cute too?

:)

Miles was late.

It was his first day back, the very beginning of his junior year at Visions Academy and he was late. God damn.

His parents were really gonna kill him this time, no doubt about it. There weren't even any good Spiderman excuses he could use to weasel his way out of getting into trouble this time! He'd just have to cross his fingers and pray that his chemistry teacher for this year wasn't a total hardass like last year's English teacher.

Maybe he could make up some dumb excuse this time, try to wriggle his way into the professor's good graces with some blatant lie. Anyways, whose dumb idea was it to put him in a class so damn far from the entrance doors so early in the mor--

BRRRRRRING!

Miles tore around a corner just as the final bell rang throughout the mostly-empty hallways, inciting panic in his chest and making him nearly launch himself down another hallway just to get to his class.

In his haste, he nearly knocked over a very tall and very... familiar looking person that happened to be in Miles' trajectory. Luckily, bodies didn't end up colliding but the shock of having a person fly so quickly into their line of sight shocked the both of them into skidding to a sudden stop.

The tall person ended up dropping a textbook and what seemed like an enormous packet of papers, because sheets scattered absolutely everywhere, almost like snow.

Ugh. Of course.

They both stared down at the mess in the middle of the hallway floor for a beat.

Then, Miles exhaled a laugh, shaking his head.

"Aw man, I-I'm sorry! I just uh... here, lemme just--"

They both bent down to quickly scoop up the papers as Miles stuttered and spoke a hundred miles a minute, trying to apologize for the heart-stopping scare he caused. Just as Miles shuffled the papers together in his hands, he finally looked up at the unlucky student he almost football-tackled first thing in the morning... and nearly dropped the papers onto the floor again.

Kneeled right in front of him with papers and a textbook tucked under a skinny arm, long fingers nervously plucking up what was left of the rest of the packet, was none other than... Hobie Brown.

Oh. God.

This Hobie didn't seem to be Miles' Hobie, though.

(Miles' temperature rose a bit as he quickly thought: wait, my Hobie? That's not right, either.)

Instead of large freeform locs that tapered off like wicks, he was sporting long uniform locs that were piled up high in a loose ponytail on his head, most likely due to the school policy that stated boys needed to have hair above the nape of their neck. Miles kinda wondered about that policy, if he ever decided to grow out his hair; would pulling his hair up be enough? Or would they police his hair length and force him to cut it all off?

Well, turns out the answer was literally right in front of him. Another shock to the system right after the first one.

That was Miles' excuse, really. It was just so dang early in the morning and he really really wasn't thinking when he opened his mouth and basically shouted "Hobie?!"

It honest to god sounded like it echoed in the hallway.

He slapped a hand over his mouth, immediately chastising himself for the stupid mistake he made, mentally kicking himself. Stupid, stupid, stupid!! He wasn't supposed to know this guy obviously, they hadn't even met in their dimension yet!

Hobie, for his part, didn't seem perturbed by this at all though. He took the papers from Miles' hands and straightened himself back up to his full height, offering a hand so that Miles could stand up too.

He shrugged shyly and hid behind a couple locs that happened to fall back into his face, holding the books and papers closer to his chest.

"Uhmmn yeah, sorry. I-I'm runnin' late to my first class so I can't really give any autographs right now. Maybe later... if we see each other, ok?"

Miles blinked owlishly. Did he just say... autographs?

And wait a minute... was this Hobie... American?

Miles' poor little sleep-deprived mind was being blown again and again. He really didn't know if he was ever going to recover from this.

Hobie started to back up and walk away so Miles held his hands up to stop him. "Wait wait wait, autographs? I'm not uh-- sorry, this is weird," he laughed, rubbing his neck. "Nah, man. That's cool. I don't really want any autographs. Are you uh-- are you famous, actually?"

It was this Hobie's turn to blink owlishly now, hesitating a bit. A non-pierced eyebrow was raised as he said, "I... I kinda am...?"

He turned and pointed out the giant window of the hallway that they happened to be standing by, and Miles craned his neck to peer outside.

It smacked him right in the face once his eyes landed on it: a giant billboard fixed atop a neighboring building that depicted Hobie Brown in a luxurious-looking perfume ad. He sported the same locs as he did in real life, wearing shiny-looking makeup and giving the viewer the fiercest, smokiest look Miles has ever seen from a model in a hot minute. He was clutching deep purple satin, wrapped in it, basking in it. A single perfume bottle with a deep purple bow on the neck was photoshopped next to him, matching the overall vibe of the ad.

Miles was rooted to the spot, absolutely gobsmacked. How in the world did he miss that?!

Distantly, a small echo of a conversation he had in what seemed like a lifetime ago floated up from a memory. "I was briefly a runway model" pulsed in his neural pathways for a quick second.

Slowly, the gears started turning in his head. Slowly, he turned back to his dimension's Hobie Brown, who was giving him a strange sort of look.

Miles awkwardly tried to gather himself up, waving his hands around as he struggled for a non-weird explanation to his very weird behavior.

"I-I mean-- ahahaha! Yeah I mean, obviously you're famous! I was just y'know-- playin' with you. Pulling your leg and all that, I guess... heh."

The strange dubious look on Hobie's face didn't budge. "...Right."

Miles coughed conspicuously, trying to change the subject. "But uh yeah, haven't seen you around this school much then! Are you... you in a different grade than me or...?"

The corner of Hobie's mouth twitched suddenly, and for a split second Miles wondered if he said something wrong.

But then Hobie chuckled a bit. "No, I don't think so? This is my first day here. Like... ever. So I'm not really surprised you haven't seen me before. I just transferred over."

Miles practically sighed in relief and nodded, hands in his pockets. "Right! Right, very cool. Welcome to Visions then, I guess. Uh... I'm Miles! Miles Morales. Nice to meet ya!"

He goofily stuck a hand out, which Hobie actually accepted. They shook hands for a second, and then Miles was suddenly taken aback by how cold his hand was against his own skin. It was a definite contrast to the warm and lanky body he remembered practically draped across his own, back in Mumbattan.

He forced those particular memories away for now.

This Hobie was smiling down at him, sad eyes set inside a seemingly genuine expression of fondness. "Cool. I'm Hobie. But, uh, it seems like you already knew that, so."

"Aha, yeah yeah! It just-- honestly it's just the shock of, uh, running into a major celeb in the middle of my school that really got to me, I think. Sorry. I probably look like a total weirdo right now!"

Hobie shook his head, and Miles took the opportunity to really study this guy now that the shock was over and the vibe was more chill. This Hobie was just as long and lanky as the punk anarchist Miles was already well acquainted with, but he held himself completely differently. Where Spider-Hobie was all confident strut and careless swagger, this Hobie seemed to be all reserved grace and... sadness? He definitely reminded Miles of a willow tree drooping down into a lake, beautiful but tragic at the same time.

Okay Miles, get it together, he thought, stop thinking this guy is beautiful. I mean, he is beautiful yeah... but c'mon man, focus!

Hobie's non-pierced lips were moving now, finishing a sentence that Miles most definitely did not catch.

Then, Hobie looked at him expectantly.

Oh shit. He just asked a question didn't he? Fuck.

"Uh, sorry... one more time?" Miles grinned as wide as he could, apologetic. Nice going, Morales, the humorless voice in his head chimed in. Definitely not convincing this guy you're an alien from outer space or anything!

Hobie huffed a laugh and cleared his throat. "Sorry, my fault. Sometimes I mumble and... yeah. Mom says I need to work on that," he sighed, then continued, "I was just wondering if you knew where room 301 was?"

Miles nearly jumped with the force of the realization that just hit him.

"301? Mr. Moriarty's class?"

"Y-yeah, that's the one," Hobie smiled, twirling a loc on one finger and tugging it a bit. Then he tucked it back behind his ear. "I'm actually so lost it's not even funny, I'm godawful at directions and like, navigating. I've been looking for it for like 20 minutes now--"

"That's where my first class is too! AP chem!"

Hobie seemed to brighten up a bit at that, straightening his posture up from his own self-conscious hunch. "Oh cool! We should probably get going then, if we don't wanna be more late than we already are."

Without thinking, Miles places a hand on Hobie's shoulder and steers them both towards a classroom right at the end of the hallway they were in.

"Of course, right this way! Pretty lucky you ran into me, huh? I can help you find your other classes later on if you want, too."

For the first time since nearly crashing into him, Miles looked up at Hobie and saw genuine happiness in his eyes as they grinned at each other and walked down the hall together.

"...Yeah," Hobie said, nodding slowly. "Yeah that'd be pretty cool. Thanks!"

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Their chemistry teacher ended up not being a total hardass after all! Especially when Miles rolled up with none other than Famous Model Hobie in tow, immediately causing a ripple of whispers amongst the students sat at their desks.

Mr. Moriarty was a short and stumpy old man with a kind face and a severely receding hairline. He took one look at Hobie after squinting at his attendance sheet, accepted Miles' quick explanation that they were late because Hobie's minty fresh enrollment got him all lost in these maze-like hallways, and excused their tardiness with a wave of a hand.

"It's the first day and you were very kind to help a new student out, Mr. Morales. You're both excused for today, but try not to make a habit of it, alright?"

Miles bobbed his head as he picked his way past rows of desks. "Absolutely, sir. No problem at all. Thanks a bunch!"

Hobie stuck close to him, and smiled a bit as the only two desks left empty in the whole room happened to be right next to each other, right up in the back of the class. Nice.

They took their seats and exchanged a couple of glances as they pulled out their notebooks, barely listening to their professor's quick introduction and class syllabus. Well, Miles was barely listening, anyways. He was too caught up in the euphoria of running into a dimensional variant of one of his friends, in Visions Academy no less! His mind started to wander a bit. Did a 1610 Gwen exist too? a 1610 Pavitr? Were they also here at Visions? And what was with these random stares he and Hobie were getting from their fellow classmates right now?

Every now and then a student's head would swivel back to glance in their direction, awestruck looks evident on their faces.

How famous was Hobie anyway?

Of course, there was that giant billboard conveniently placed within view of the school's back hallways near a busy intersection, but Miles really started to think. He sneakily pulled out his phone and swiped down to the lowest brightness he could in case the classroom's fluorescent lighting wasn't enough to hide the phone screen's own light.

He kept his face straight forward, eyes flicking to and from his typing that he was trying to conceal behind the student sitting in front of him. He typed Hobie Brown model, Hobie Brown perfume ad, Hobie Brown supermodel, getting absolutely nothing every single time. Well, nothing that looked like the Hobie Brown sitting next to him, who happened to be dutifully scribbling down some notes in his notebook. Miles looked down at his own empty sheet of paper and quickly copied his new friend, whipping out a pencil and hurrying to catch up with the lecture on the whiteboard before the professor moved on.

Groan. What gives? Was Hobie this super accomplished, totally famous supermodel or not? Maybe he wasn't on social media, oddly enough. Maybe he just started an illustrious career and happened to be famous only in Brooklyn right now? No, that didn't make sense. If he was some small-time influencer or whatever, people would not be asking for autographs so often that Hobie would just automatically assume anyone who recognized him wanted one. And the looks on these other kids' faces convinced Miles that... maybe something was missing. Maybe he's just not searching up the right terms?

Agh, if only Spiderman business didn't keep him totally detached from reality sometimes. He really felt like he and the rest of the world were on totally different planets. If he had any friends besides Ganke, he probably would've heard about Hobie by now.

He bit his lip in concentration, trying to multitask between forming theories and keeping up with the lesson in the front of the classroom.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a pair of eyes staring straight at him that didn't belong to the other classmates he barely even knew. He glanced over at Hobie, who quickly looked away.

Was that... an embarrassed look on his face just now? Miles scratched at his jaw a bit, more confused than before.

That was weird. Whatever. Anyways...

Before long, class was over and the bell rang. Miles and Hobie both meandered slowly up to the door and hung around the outside, leaning against the wall as they compared schedules before they had to make their way to their next class.

"Dang," Miles lamented, clutching his own schedule and moving to slot it into the cover of his binder. "Looks like we don't share any more classes besides 1st period..."

Hobie stopped his hand and squinted at the sheet again, glancing back at his own. "Uhmm... nah, actually. I think we might have 6th period together? Right after lunch."

"Do we share a lunch period too, actually?" Miles asked excitedly.

Hobie made a small noise of triumph, a smile playing over his lips. "Yeah! 1st, lunch and then 6th. Okay. Better than nothing, right?"

Miles chuckled, shoving his schedule into the plastic and tucking it under his arm. "Definitely. We can eat together at the cafeteria if you want! I'll walk you to your next class though, since it's basically right around the corner."

Hobie shrugged his own backpack back onto his shoulder and shoved his hands into his trouser pockets. His eyes were cast downwards as he grinned at the floor and said, "yeah, if you don't mind... that'd be pretty cool."

This guy sure does like the word cool, Miles thought, and away to Hobie's next class they both went. They both ignored the various whispers and stares in their direction. Miles was already used to it by now.

They walked together amiably, in near lockstep for a little while before Hobie finally spoke up again.

"... So... if you don't mind me asking... why are you so nice to me if you didn't know I was famous, then?"

It was an innocent enough question, but it kinda caught Miles off guard nonetheless.

He laughed nervously. "Uhh ahaha, whaddya mean? I did know you were famous! I just... y'know my brain doesn't work the best real early in the morning. I'm, uh. Sometimes I can be pretty weird, if you haven't noticed by now."

Hobie nodded slowly, digesting this information for a bit. "Yeah, you did recognize me in the first place, I guess. It's just weird, you're like... the first person I met that doesn't look at me like I'm made out of solid gold, though. That's all..."

They exchanged glances again, and Miles' brain was working into overdrive, thinking of an appropriate response.

Before he could open his mouth, they finally reached their destination and Hobie bumped Miles' shoulder with his arm, smiling.

"So, thanks. For, uh... this. All this."

Miles raised a brow at him. "Oh yeah, this is nothing. I just walked you over to your next class, no biggie. My class is right over here anyways, so--"

Hobie laughed and shook his head, the expression lighting up his facial features unlike anything Miles has seen on that face yet.

"No, Miles. Not just this. I mean, like..." Hobie dipped his head, a bashful sort of move. "I mean, like, being nice to me. Like forreal. I really appreciate this."

They looked at each other for a moment, something real warm growing in Miles' chest all of a sudden, something... familiar.

He was just about to casually brush the gratitude off a second time with a dorky quip, before some girl's screechy voice interrupted their private little moment out of nowhere. It honestly startled them both, and the nice warm atmosphere dissipated immediately.

"Oh. My. GOD!! Is that Hobie Jones? Like actually?!"

She giggled and bounded up to them, blatantly ignoring Miles to insert herself between them and crowd into Hobie's space. She coquettishly asked for a selfie with him, promising to tag him on social media. The sudden commotion unfortunately attracted some other students who then took their cue to also bother Hobie for autographs, selfies, throwing compliments left and right.

Miles backed up out of the crowd, eyes still on Hobie as he watched the poor guy metaphorically slip on a mask, the very same that Miles saw when they first met not 2 hours ago. It was a sad, detached sort of look, and Hobie was forced to hunch in on himself to meet his fellow students' heights as they snapped selfie after selfie. His lips formed a smile all the while. His eyes did not.

A pang of sympathy hit Miles as he slowly turned away and made his way down to his own classroom without so much as a goodbye. He shrugged to himself, shaking his head. Yeah, he knew how that felt, just trying to mind your own business and live your life, do what you have to do-- and being stopped by nearly every living being within a 50 ft radius wanting their photo ops and their babies kissed.

Miles smiled to himself as he shouldered his way past other students and sauntered into his class, right on time. The bell rang as he reached his desk, and he pulled out another notebook out of his bag before the realization finally hit him with the force of a truck.

Wait... Hobie JONES?!

Miles quickly glanced around at his surroundings and mentally kicked himself yet again for choosing a seat so close to the teacher's desk, almost right up at the front. Damnit!

But the teacher wasn't in the classroom just yet, most likely making a quick run down to the printer down the hall to make copies of the class syllabus or something.

Okay, Morales. Gotta be quick.

He hastily pulled out his phone yet again, one eye on the door. He quickly typed in Hobie Jones model in his browser's search box, letting out a breath as search results loaded up and gave him exactly what he was looking for this entire time.

Bingo.

Hobie's face popped up in the image search previews, all sorts of cool and striking photoshoots lit up in all kinds of different ways. And the very first link at the top of the page? Hobie's own Flickstagram.

With a shaky hand, Miles tapped the link and impatiently waited for it to load, for his phone to get with the program and just open the damn app already. He kept glancing every so often at the door yet again, praying that the printer or copier-- or whatever-the-hell that was keeping the professor away from the class-- would keep them away for just a second longer.

He finally cast his gaze back down onto his own Flickstagram app and his heart nearly dropped out of his chest.

At the top, right next to Hobie's own smoldering profile picture was his username: hobiemjones

hobiemjones... hobie m jones. Hobie M. Jones.

M.J.

Miles exhaled again and tucked his phone away in shock just as the classroom door opened yet again and all the students quieted down. This class's teacher made their way over to their desk, piles of papers in hand. They started to pass them out to the students in the front row, introducing themself and then going over the usual attendance policies.

Miles accepted the syllabus sheets with trembling hands, turning to pass them over his shoulder once he got his own, his mind running a hundred miles a minute.

Peter talked nonstop about his wife, whenever he managed to stop talking about his baby, that is. It was always MJ this, MJ that. Flashes of a middle-aged man staring forlornly at a picture of his then-ex wife-- grieving the one who got away-- raced across his mind's eye. His universe's own MJ standing at a podium, strong but deeply hurt as she addressed all of Brooklyn after Spiderman's funeral.

"She wanted kids and I... just wasn't ready," echoed over and over in Miles' mind. Of course, they're together now. But the way Peter talked about his divorce... oh god.

Wait... was Miles ready for kids? Were he and Hobie going to have a messy on-and-off again relationship that ended up with them having to care for a spider-baby just like Mayday?! Maybe even multiple spider-babies?!?!?

Miles loosened his tie a bit, sweating profusely.

The fact that neither Hobie nor Miles were equipped with the parts to make a baby together flew right over his head. No... instead, his mind skipped straight to marriage, messy emotional fights and inevitable breakups. How was he gonna juggle school, work, Spiderman stuff and a relationship all at once?!

Without realizing, Miles started hyperventilating.

No no no no no, cool it Miles. COOL IT. Don't be weird. Miles mentally slapped himself and tried to even out his breathing as he leaned back in his seat and wiped some sweat off his brow.

He just proved to Miguel O' Hara and the entire multiverse this past spring that he can do his own thing, canon events be damned. Miles Morales was no victim to fate. Maybe all of the other spider-people had their own MJs. But maybe in this universe, MJ and Spiderman were... just friends. Good friends! ...Yeah, yeah, just friends...

The idea floated around in Miles' head throughout the entire rest of the class, but it didn't really make the tightness in his chest loosen up any at all.

Once the bell rang again and everyone started packing their things up, Miles dawdled a bit by the door, fumbling with his phone as his classmates filed out of the room. If he was late enough, maybe he'd completely miss Hobie in the hallways and not have to see him at all. Miles double-checked, triple-checked his schedule again and again, mapping out an eventual escape route through the halls in case Hobie's path did intercept Miles'.

God, Miles thought ruefully, checking the hour on his phone for the 15th time in a row and smiling awkwardly at his teacher's questioning glance. You're being so fucking weird about this right now!

The rational part of his brain kicked in and presented a quick slideshow of other calmer, more reasonable explanations as to why he really shouldn't be avoiding his new friend like the plague all of a sudden.

1. Hobie probably doesn't and won't like me, it stated. There is literally no proof that Hobie Jones is even into guys. Or me, Miles Morales.

2. Even if Hobie Jones is into guys-- or me, Miles Morales-- that does not mean the endgame is automatically marriage. No sir, no proof of that at all!

3. Canon events were officially disproven. Kinda. Mostly. Sort of?

C'mon, bro. Just man up and get out there. You're gonna be late for the next class soon anyways.

Right. He inhaled deeply and steeled himself.

"Okay well, uh. Have a nice day Mx. Gonzalez! See ya... tomorrow." Miles cringed inwardly at how lame that sounded, but his teacher didn't seem to notice as they bid him a nice day as well.

With his heart in his stomach, Miles slowly made his way into the hallway and started walking at a brisk pace, keeping his eyeline straight in front of him, trying to reach his next class on the floor below quickly but manageably. It was when he reached the stairs that his heart sank even lower.

Hobie was standing right next to the stairwell, glaring at the school map placed on the wall off to the left, fingertips on his chin as he mumbled to himself. He was glancing up and down between the map and his schedule in his hand, clearly befuddled.

Damn, he really is bad at navigating, Miles mused, once he recovered.

But as luck would have it, tragedy struck right then. Miles being pretty much the only other kid in the hallway attracted Hobie's attention, and even though Miles' feet kept him moving, he almost tripped on air once Hobie perked up upon seeing him.

"Miles!" Hobie grinned and waved him over, clearly happy to see him.

Oh noooo. Miles was not as happy to see him.

Without thinking, he launched himself down the flight of stairs, hopping over the railing and landing loudly on the 1st floor. Once steady, he basically sprinted over to his 3rd period class, completely missing the way Hobie's sunny grin slowly disappeared and his hand lowered back down to his side.

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Lunchtime came and went. Miles ate his packed lunch at his usual perch on top of the school building, where he always hid while trying to avoid the rest of the student body. He managed to pick a good spot away from prying eyes, and it never failed him.

Hobie ate alone, at a table tucked into the corner of the cafeteria despite being invited to several other tables. He sat and chewed sadly, locs back in front of his eyes, posture hunched over and defeated.

6th period came and went. Miles purposefully kept his gaze averted as Hobie walked in 5 minutes late. They sat at opposite ends of the room, never acknowledging each other's existence.

The school day ended and Miles made his way back to the dorms, sighing with relief once he glanced out the window and saw giant rainclouds rolling in over the horizon. Man, was he glad he got to bunk up on campus with his best friend! He greeted Ganke, kicked off his shoes and climbed up onto his bunkbed, laying back with a sigh. Maybe tomorrow he'd confront Hobie about his erratic behavior and apologize. Maybe.

But that was a problem for future Miles...

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Outside, the rain started falling fast and hard.

Outside, Hobie M. Jones waited miserably by the curb with an umbrella in hand, getting drenched by the water nonetheless. He checked his phone for the 15th time and sniffled angrily, pocketing it and gripping onto his umbrella handle.

Late. Again.

His mother was late to pick him up, as usual.

He swiped at a tear rolling down his cheek and finally loosened his ponytail, letting his locs fall all around his face.

Once she arrived, his mother was going to inevitably ask him how his day was, look only slightly concerned about his angry tears and ask if he made any new friends anyways, despite knowing the answer.

No, mom, Hobie would say as he kept his eyes glued to the car window.

No. I didn't make any friends.

[hobiesdump]

Same energy

[eeriefeelingsat3amuwu]

Allow me to post as an apology for reblogging a shitton of content from so many different fandoms- one of my personal favourite drawings! Across the Spiderverse saves me from artblock for a second time around lmaooo-

Traditional art is way too fun- I Gotta do color more often

[silent-raven13]

Little Hobie 2

Earth 138-10

Little Hobie happily holds Miles 1610's hand showing around his place, "Dis is mah home, Miles! We got tree rooms and-and we share separately from the boys and the gurls." After hearing their mother needed to recover, the children were worried about who will take care of them. Miles decided to take care the children while their mother is recovering,

Miles 1610 smiles at how cute the boy, "Oh yeah?"

Little Hobie nodded, "Yeah! This is my mum's room and we aren't allowed to go in without her, but", He turns the knob to step inside. "I still do!"

Miles saw how the little boy is a lot more spunky and daring like his boyfriend. He got low to Hobie 138-10's level with a small chuckle, "Hahaha, you sure are daring, huh?"

"Yeah," He happily said with a puff of his chest.

"You wanna continue showing me around and we close this door?" Miles didn't feel uncomfortable seeing Mrs. Brown's room seeing how she kept it private for a reason.

"Sure!" He happily took Miles' hand, and shut the door behind him. "There's the living room, basement, attic, and-and-and... kitchen! Annndd... backyard! It's a bit dirty..." The Spider-man noticed how messy the area was, it seems like having eight children is already a handful that cleaning is out the window.

When he went to every part of the house, the living room and kitchen was the most dirties part with clothes, food, and toys toss around. So much unorganized items being missplace, and Hobie's older sister busy cooking a quick beans on Toast for her younger brother.

"Miles, are you hungry?" She asked being the second mother to this family, Miles only frowned seeing for a young girl taken so much responsibility.

"I'm fine, nene." Miles said to Ronica.

Hobie quickly stood in front, "I want some beans on toast, Nica!"

"OKay, go wash your hands." Ronica smiles at him.

Miles saw the other children running around having to bring mud into the kitchen floor from the door that lead to the backyard. Ronica scowls, "Stop it! I told you two to not make a mess!"

"You're not our mom, Ronny!" A the second oldest, which is a boy huffs.

While the fourth youngest nodded, "Yeah!"

Little Hobie scowls, "Ronny works hard to clean the floor! You're making a mess! Get out!" Being the fifth oldest, he went over to shove his older brother in anger, "Bombaclatt!"

"Oh yeah, your a little twerp!" His older brother harshly shove him back, then the two started to throw punches.

"Ah! Stop!" Ronny pulled her little sister back being in shock at her two brothers fighting.

"Hey! Stop it! Stop it, you two!" Miles went over using his Spider-man strength to pull the two apart, and grab their shirt pulling them up high to face them. "Stop it!" His voice stern.

The two looked surprised by his strength and his voice. "You two are brothers! You're supposed to love each other instead of fighting, look at the mess you two made." He gave them a good lecture having to set them down with their lips quivering as they view their hero being upset with them, especially Little Hobie.

"I'm sorry!" Little Hobie sniffs having tears in his eyes.

His siblings look in shock at how their feisty brother crying to Miles. Normally their little brother rarely cries and only start arguing with anyone being stubborn. "I'm sorry!" He went over to get cuddles from Miles, who picked him up to comfort him.

The Spider-man sighs, "I'm only giving you a lecture because you two were behaving. I only want best for ya'll while I'm here and your mom recovery." He could smell soil, and leaves from the kid, a bit of cinnamon spices, too.

Ronica picks one of her younger siblings in her arms, "Um... Mr. Spider-man... sir, how long will mom be gone?"

This broke the tension with the boys that fought, Miles sighs, "I think for a two weeks... maybe more. Don't worry she's in full care." His honey-brown eyes finally turns to see the little boy's dark inky eyes, his nose runny with snot and lips pouting. "Awe, don't cry. You're a tough little man."

"But you were mad at me!" Little Hobie buries his face into Miles' neck being so sad to make his hero mad at him. He cries into small muffles.

"There. There. Come on, I only want you two to understand and stop fighting. I'm not mad." He wipes the little boy's tears away being kind and gentle. "See, I'm not mad. I was never mad at you guys."

"Promise?" He hold out a pinky with a small voice.

"I promise." Miles did a pinky promise as he carries Little Hobie with one hand, "Anyway, we got a lot of work to do." He saw how lunch needs to be made, cleaning the house and laundry, he saw Ronica's and the girls need to get their hair done- and the boys need a trim. He had so much to do. "Anyone want lunch?"

"I made beans on toast." Ronica shyly said on the stove then her eyes widen as she left the beans on a lit stove, "Oh no!" Smoke started to burn the beans. Everyone coughing hearing the fire alarm beeping, Miles quickly set Little Hobie down as he took the pot from the stove to the sink filled with many old dishes.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" Ronica cup her face being so upset with herself, "That was the last can of baked beans!"

"No worries. We'll have something else to eat." Miles went into the fridge to find very little food, and mostly condiments. His head started to whirl trying to figure out what he can do to help them.

"Miles! Miles! I'm hungry." Little Hobie took his hand giving his big puppy look on his face.

Just when Miles was about to answer a portal opens up reveal Hobie without his Spider-man mask on, he carried a big brown bag of groceries. "Am I just in time for lunch?"

"Hobie!"

"That's not Hobie, I am Hobie!" The little boy frowns then scowls at the imposter, "Why you here!"

"I came to see my Sunflower!" The older Hobie chuckles as he leans to kiss his SUnflower's cheek seeing how the little version of himself fuming.

"No! He's mine!" The little boy tries to push the young man away from his hero. "He's my best friend!" Hugging Miles' waist being jealous at sharing his hero.

Spider-punk huffs being jealous as well so he happily mocks, "He may be your friend but he is my Sunflower, right luv?" He kisses his boyfriend's cheek.

Miles saw the little boy's eyes watering, "Wahhh."

"Bae, stop picking on him. You're gonna make him cry." Miles pout at his boyfriend then received another kiss.

"Sorry, luv and lad. Anyway, i came by just in time, huh?" Hobie waves the air smelling of burned beans.

"Yeah, I was planning on making lunch but... the fridge." Miles' eyes on his boyfriend's brown bag, "You bought groceries?"

"Went to a supermarket not far from here. Saw everything I think we might need..." He places the brown bag then his eyes on Ronica, dark eyes soften reminding him of his own older sister. "So, lunch? Who wants the Hobie Brown sandwich?"

"Oh me!"

"I do!"

"Me too!"

All the children said except for little Hobie who was busy hugging Miles' leg. "You don't want a sandwich, niño?" He got low to face the little boy.

"Only if you make it. I don't trust him." Little Hobie pouted with a sniffle.

"Hahaha, alright. I can make the Morales special." Miles chuckles then wipes the boy's tears, "But first, I want every one to wash their hands. Come on, guys." He helps the younger ones wash their hands, then check on the baby who's still napping.

"I brought formula, Sunflower." Hobie was already in the kitchen having his set up ready. "You gonna make lil Hobie a sandwich?"

"Yeah, just wanting to make sure the baby is fine." Miles stand next to his boyfriend helping him make the sandwiches, "You know, for eight kids... how did your mother do it?"

"She didn't... my older sister watch over us, but she was young too. We all fend for ourselves in a way." Hobie grunts, then looks around, "I noticed this Mrs. Brown is at least trying to put food on the table and pay the bills."

"Yeah, I don't blame her for any of this..." Miles meant the how the house looks messy and dirty, "I can't imagine working long hours and coming home to clean up and watch the kids? And she did mention her husband left the family after the baby was born... what a bum."

"Fucking coward." Hobie scowls with pure malice in his voice, "Leaving her like this. Not fair to her and dem kids..." His heart hurts knowing the struggle living in poverty/working class.

Miles frowns at his boyfriend, "I know, baby. I'm sorry you had to go through that. Hopefully we can help fix around here while Mrs. Brown is better."

"Yeah... unless the sprogs let you go." Hobie chuckles.

His Sunflower looks down to find the youngest children after little Hobie were around his legs with their big eyes gleaming at him. They seem to take a great liking to him. "I guess they love me!"

"Who wouldn't Sunflower! You're amazing." His punker hums having a few sandwiches ready on a massive white plate. "Alright, sprogs! Sandwiches ready! Come n' get'm!" The children rushes over to the tables to get their slices.

Little Hobie sat waiting his own, "Here you go, guys." Miles came buy with the second round, watching the children chowing down. He gave little Hobie two sandwiches seeing how he didn't take one from the other plate.

"Thank you!" Little Hobie happily took his sandwiches to eat being so happy.

Miles smiles at them eating, "Oh, let me go feed um... was is Juan? Paul... ugh."

"Hahaha," His boyfriend chuckles, "You mean, Jean?"

"Yeah!" He got a warm bottle with formula being ready to feed the baby boy, "I'll go feed him."

His punker smiles at him, having to take his hand, "I love you, Miles."

"Huh? What makes you say that?" His Sunflower giggles.

"You're a kind heart person, luv. You decided to help these kids and put them first than you- it's just beautiful to see. I need you to know that's what I love about you." His hand gently massaging his Sunflower's knuckles, "I want you to know that."

"I love you, too, Hobie." Miles brightly smiles at him, "Now, let me go feed Jean." When he went to the other room, Hobie smiles at his Sunflower, then he felt a tug on his pants.

Little Hobie staring up at him, "He's mine."

"Is that a challenge?" Hobie being one to like to be mischievous saw a fun oppurtunity to poke some fun.

"No, it's a fact!" He glares at him, "Miles is mine!"

"Hahaha." Hobie chuckles, "You have no idea who am I, do you?"

"No, but I don't care! Because I'm the REAL Hobie Brown." Little Hobie kicked the punker's shin and runs off. "That's the first warning!" He ran for safety which is Miles being in the other room feeding the baby.

The Spider-punk winced at his shin but said nothing, He knew dealing with his child self would be a problem, especially when he got a little crush on his Sunflower.

[drenched-in-sunlight]

He was a punk she did ballet: ❌

He and she are both punks and have a crush on a same art baby: ✅

[medovzs]

again.

they are trying

[mamunches]

BUDS! 🤜🤛💥

[goodvibes24hrs]

Before they had a model made for Hobie, they used Miles as a place holder & practiced Hobie’s animation through him!! So have a Punk Miles, purple Hobie, & a wip shot of one of my favorite scenes between them 🫶🏽💖💖

Source: Tumblr won’t let me link it but it’s called “Innovating Live-Action and Animated Projects | Sony Official” Start at 10 Mins to hear about Hobie’s process :)

[sweet-like-maribou]

After a mission...

... and that was Miles' bisexual awakening, i think.

[punkeropercyjackson]

Gf who has trauma induced anxiety disorder and thus hates herself x Autistic bf who's got no filter on how much he likes her from the second they met

[parker1048]

“i don’t follow orders, neither does he.”

“i’m invited to hq? WHOO!”

and the way hobie slings his arm around miles is so familiar and beautiful and i’ll never get over it

[idkyyyet]

REAL

[john-ohnn]

good god that is adorable

[drenched-in-sunlight]

favouritism.