#punkflower prompt

[pepsicandle]

I am kinda a prompt machine rn I sent something similar in as an anon ask but might as well post ..

hobie really wanting to marry miles and being very embarrassed about it .. because it like , doesnt suit his entire persona but he literally can hear the wedding bells

imagine like an established relationship 5 + 1 times type of fic like 5 times he admitted to it and 1 time he did something about it . and the 5 times is him admitting it to various people in miles' life last one being his parents and they tell him he has their blessing and the 1 time is him proposing 😭

(let's pretend marriage between people in different dimensions is totally possible)

[fluffyspaceball]

✨Ok this headcannon is for all those punk flower shippers ✨

Y'know how whenever hobie is around Mile he turn a pink shade because of his universe? What if because Miles can turn invisible, everytime Hobie says something attractive or flirty Mile just goes invisible. Like straight up disappears. Just imagine.:

M:hi Hobie

H:oh Ello luv

M:*turns invisible and run away*

H:👁️👄👁️

🩷I love it. Someone please make this a fanfic.🩷

[peachaberri]

Punkflower au I thought of

Miles is an animator for a movie or a show, and Hobie is a voice actor.

The character Hobie voices is one of Miles’ favorite characters to draw and animate so obviously he wants to know more about the guy who voices his favorite character so perfectly.

Hobie totally loves the art style and smooth animation, so of course he’d want to meet the so called ‘best animator on the team’ and the one who basically created the art style and animation style.

Turns out they find other things they like about each other.

[jennsterjay]

Punkflower Week Day 5: Meet The Parents

Format: Fan-fiction

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Summary:

When Hobie first met Mr. and Mrs.Morales, it was to protect them from danger.

Now that things have relaxed in Brooklyn, and Hobie remains by Miles' side, The Morales' invite him for dinner to tell him something they've been wanting to say for a long time.

Read on AO3 or down below, and enjoy :)!

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It was a chaos filled night in Brooklyn.

People were evacuating from the main city as an intense battle was taking place in the center. Explosions rang through the air, accompanied by a sympathy of shouts as people fled from various directions to get away from the source of the fight.

On the city outskirts, three figures ran together out of the Morales’ home.

Jeff Morales, Rio Morales, and Hobie Brown.

As the three ran out the door, and down the street, the ground around them began to crack and shake as they did their best to stabilize their balance.

Hobie pushes himself to run faster and takes Rio’s hand. Her free hand intertwines with Jeff’s– the three of them linked as they run together– away from the direction of the fight.

As the Morales’ run away from the danger, led by the punk teenage Spider-Man Hobie Brown, all they can remember is an event that happened a year ago– when their city was in a similar panic. Only now...they know what they hadn’t known before– that at the center of it all was Miles Morales. Their son...Spider-Man...and they were scared.

As the three weaved past various cars and debris, Rio and Jeff looked at a determined Hobie Brown. They watched as he calculated his next move, creating a map in his head of where to go, swiftly maneuvering them to safety as if he’d known them and this world his whole life.

With his spiked jacket, piercings, and blue-laced boots, this punk teen– this Spider-Punk...was a determined kid and a force of nature all at once.

Once the three make it to a clearing further down the road, Hobie stops and lets go of Rio’s hand, punching in a code on his watch.

“Okay, Mr. and Mrs. Morales. I promised Miles that I would keep you safe, so until this ‘ere mess is squashed, I’m sending you to my gaff.” Hobie said, turning to face the two.

“What? What about our son? We can’t leave him here!” Rio yelled with anguish in her expression.

“I’m not leaving without my son.” Jeff said with an air of authority, panic leaking through his resolve.

“I know you’re scared, but don’t underestimate your son. Miles has fought hundreds upon hundreds of threats as Spider-Man, and has crossed dimensions through time and space to return to you and to protect you. He is one of the strongest people that I know… and I know he can hold his own, but this time he won’t be alone. He has people on his side, including me, and we’ll fight by him no matter what.”

Rio looked conflicted for only a moment, biting her lip, before sighing and grabbing Hobie’s hands in hers and meeting his eyes.

“Then you gotta promise me. Hobie, swear on your life that you’ll bring my Spider-Man– Mi girasolito–  home to me when this is over. Can you promise me that you’ll protect him?” Rio asked fiercely.

With no hesitation Hobie gently squeezed her hands back and told her words made of nothing but his resolve and the truth.

“Till the day I die, I will.” Hobie says with a thick accent.

And Rio sees it in his eyes that he would.

So she lets him go, and then reclaims Jeff’s hand in hers.

“Okay, I believe you, Hobie,” Rio says.

Jeff looks at her like she has a second head, as if there’s no way it could be that simple.

“Are you serious honey? We’re just gonna let our kid fight against some multiversal phenomenon? We need to bring him with us!”

Rio held both of Jeff’s hands in hers and looked into his eyes.

“I know...There’s a lot going on and our son is a vigilante with superpowers and the world is ending, and I’m still trying to keep it together to wrap my head around this. Jeff, I’m scared...but I believe in our son. And now I know he’s no longer alone. He kept so much of his life a secret, all to protect us...so this time we have to trust that he will be okay– and that’s all we can do,” Rio said as she teared up.

Rio wipes a tear away with the back of her hand, before she places both hands on Jeff’s shoulders with a determined look.

“Our son is strong– stronger than anyone in New York– not just because of his spider-powers...but because he’s a Morales. And no matter what he will always be our Miles Morales. He will get through this, and he will win,” Rio said with a smile.

Jeff opened his mouth to protest, but with one look in her eyes he gave up with a sigh.

“Okay...okay...and when he comes back… he’s grounded for seven months.” Jeff says with a straight face.

Rio laughs out loud, and to the side Hobie gives a wicked smile to himself– like he’s in on a joke of his own. Grounded, eh? Hah, time will tell.

“Yes amor, he’s very grounded.” Rio said as she waved him away, before they both turned back to Hobie.

“And you!” Jeff exclaimed as he pointed at Hobie.

Hobie raised an eyebrow “Aye?”

Jeff paused for a moment, then let his finger down slowly until his hand rested at his side.

“Protect my son,” Jeff said softly, but loud enough for Hobie to hear the sincerity in his voice.

“You have my word,” Hobie said with an easy nod.

Just then the sound of a loud droning noise, The Spot, gets closer to where the three are, and Hobie springs into action. He runs in front of the two in a protective stance, before quickly entering a command on his watch. Behind the Morales’ a portal opens just as The Spot comes into view around the corner. The overpowered being turns, and sees them all.

The three freeze, and what happens in the next three seconds feels like time moves in slow motion. Hobie yells at them to ‘Go!’ pushing them both through the portal onto the deck of his boathouse. When the two are safely through, Hobie turns around to face a massive energy blast headed in their direction. Hobie pivots at the same time he presses the command to close the portal– and the last thing Rio and Jeff see is Hobie jumping in the way to take on the brunt of the impact.

His resolve unbreakable. His mind made up.

---- Now it was two months later from the battle with The Spot as Rio, Jeff, and Hobie were at the Morales’ dinner table eating mofongo and tostones, as if Hobie was someone who had been here Miles' entire life. Jeff and Rio gave each other a look that communicated shared feelings and thoughts about the boy in front of them.

How do we repay you for all you've done? How long have you and Miles known each other? How can we show you that we accept you, and that we will help you anytime without any shred of doubt?

Jefferson Morales began first, coughing to get Hobie's attention. Hobie stopped chewing and shifted to a yellow hue, questioning, before waiting and returning to his normal color palette as he stared at Jeff. The two regarded each other for a moment. Jefferson Morales, who was a police officer that believed grit and order would lead to a happy life with no surprises. And Hobie Brown who was a free-spirited vigilante that thrived in life’s inconsistency, chaos, and adventure. Hobie, who would do anything to defend the underdogs of the world, and those he cared about; and Jeff who would do anything to protect his family. Hobie was still wary because Jeff was a cop, but after a while he understood– that Jeff was also a father, who loved his son. So when Jeff spoke next, Hobie let his walls down for a moment, and let his words in. "Hobie...I just want to say, thank you. For everything you've done for my son, my wife, for me– and for this family...It means everything. And I want you to know that…” “You are always welcome here," Jeff said. In this moment Hobie's shoulders relaxed and the Morales’ watched as Hobie looked shocked--breathless for a moment, and cycling through ten different colors until settling on a bright pink hue with other colors shifting at the edges. Hobie looked at both of the easy smiles on their faces, overwhelmed as Rio started talking before Hobie could start forming the words. "That's right mijo… When we first met, I was scared– so scared that my son would not come home to me… But it was you who brought others together in his life to help him when he needed it most. And you who protected all of us and brought my son home. My family is my life and it means everything, so thank you Hobie.” Rio says with a heart on her chest.

And then she continues.

“-I may not have spider powers or be able to jump across buildings, but Hobie, you will always have everything you need here...anytime you need it. You are a part of our family now. We love you...and you are welcome here, always." Hobie's breath was taken away for a second time, and whatever nonsense he was about to say to downplay or shrug off his own efforts as ‘no big deal’... was gone now.

And for a moment Hobie had a soft look on his face, as he finally spoke. "...Thank you Mr. and Mrs. Morales," Hobie said as his colors shifted to the yellows, oranges, and pinks of a radiant sunrise, as a small smile graced his lips. "Anytime." Jeff said. "Annnnd when you two do decide one day that you want to be more than friends. We'll support that too. Just saying." Rio said with a not so innocent shrug and a mischievous grin on her face. Hobie then turned bright pink and started laughing, full and hearty as Jeff kept a smile on his face while eyeing his wife with a look of slight panic. But Jeff gave in and only shook his head and joined in the laughter.

"Yeah yeah,” Jeff agreed, “I can tell you like my son. Just-please don't make him pull a 180 and decide to 'Spider-it-up' and overthrow our Senator or something," He half-joked. Hobie grinned mischievously "Mint, but no promises, he might do it anyway." Jeff rolled his eyes but smiled fondly. The three then heard the front door open and close, as a sleepy Miles Morales was heard walking down the hall. The boy in question had spent the day at his friend Ganke's house, and he hummed as he followed the aroma of a home cooked meal. When he rounded the corner, he paused and looked with surprise to see Hobie at the dinner table. Miles perked up immediately and dropped his backpack on the floor to rush towards the dinner table. Miles opened his arms wide towards his far-beyond-a-crush as a smile filled his entire face. "Hobie!" Miles laughed with a smile. "Miles," Hobie said lovingly– as if his name was an oasis in a desert. Hobie rose from his seat to catch Miles in his arms as he held him against his chest in a bear-crushing hug. They then relaxed and stayed like that for a moment, smiling against each other. Then Hobie's smile widened as he slowly spun Miles around in his arms, towards the open living room. Miles laughed, and had not a care in the world except for this moment between them, here in his arms. And when Hobie looked over his shoulder at Miles’ parents. His newfound family... he nodded and gave an easy smile towards them, that conveyed everything. Thank you... for accepting me You're welcome... For all that I did And thank you again…

for moments like these,

where I can be with him, always.

[goldenrevelries]

punkflower ideas i may write, whether as different fics or as a one-shot

hobie dressing miles in a jean vest and makeup then hobie getting dazed after seeing miles with eyeliner

miles showing hobie his little art spots around brooklyn

hobie cajoling miles to go to a punk concert

the both of them leaving the concert with an awestruck miles and a satisfied hobie

'fi-na-lly, love, you admit punk music's cool'

and 'i think punk music's cool! i just don't know any band, okay!'

hobie promptly strongarming miles to listen to a punk crash course complete with a guitar demonstration and clothing change

(hobie just wants to see miles wearing his clothes cough cough)

in exchange, miles bringing out his phone and earbuds for his own hip hop appreciation

(hobie falls asleep but miles isn't that upset because he got to draw hobie drooling on his pillow)

((hobie wakes up to drawings covering his whole left forearm and a cheekily grinning miles))

[visions--of--collisions]

so if you're of the hobie x miles inclination at all and haven't been on twitter recently, fun news: there's a punkflower week running from october the 23rd through to the 29th!

[brighterdaysarebeforeus]

Found this prompt here and just couldn’t help myself!! This is silly, I think, and maybe a little off character, maybe, but I couldn’t help it. (>.<)

Also as an apology for taking so long with the a/b/o verse, which came out a few minutes ago (and by proxy, taking so long with the a whole new world verse, which should come out tomorrow as well)!!

Enjoy!!

When Hobie imagined being part of theater, he hadn’t quite imagined this; he’d thought he’d spend his time backstage, helping with costume changes or prop handling, maybe even just dealing with the set pieces and set changes.

And that’s sort of what he’s done, if he’s being honest, the past three years or so of theater classes and he’s done a little bit of everything backstage-wise; he’s done lighting and sound, he’s done set building and prop making (though technically the whole class was part of that, so…), he’s done costuming —

And then Gwen, Gwennifer, Gwendolyn (she hates when he calls her random names, it’s great), anyway — then Gwen insisted she needed help with her audition for their production of Cinderella, and Hobie tried to fight her on it but he’d lost. Which, honestly, was whatever because it wasn’t like it was Hobie who was trying to audition, specifically, and so it wasn’t likely Hobie was going to get casted as anything anyway, right?

Wrong. Apparently, dead wrong.

When all was said and done, Gwen got cast as an evil stepsister (how? She didn’t even read for the stepsister?), Pavitr got cast as an evil stepsister (how?), Peni was the fairy godmother (which…ok, sort of worked, that was fine), Margo was cast as Cinderella (that actually tracked, ok), Miles was cast as the evil stepmother (how??), and somehow…somehow Hobie got casted as the prince (HOW?), which…

Hobie tried to fight it, just a little; he didn’t particularly care for being onstage, he was much more used to being backstage with other responsibilities, he wasn’t even auditioning for anything anyway — didn’t matter. Peter wouldn’t let him step down or put, just kept telling him it would be good for him to break out of the shadows one time. Hobie’d scowled at that but, ultimately realizing that it was pointless, just gave in and let it happen.

Might as well, right?

They’d had a couple of good rehearsals thus far, mostly just reading the line from the script book in a circle with each other; they got in trouble several times for getting off topic or ad-libbing stupid lines that would never make it into the final cut (like when they got to the part where Hobie found the shoe after a very long hour of them all messing around and he said, “ah, I’ll let her go, not really worth it, is it?” and made the whole cast burst into giggles; Peter didn’t look amused but Miles did, and Hobie didn’t particularly care how Peter took it as long as Miles thought it was funny).

Honestly, though Hobie liked theater a lot (really he did — the fun parts of building the show before the live event, the stress of making sure things went smoothly once they went live, the joy and melancholy that came with putting on a fantastic show — all of the was great and fun, and Hobie was having the time of his life doing it), he liked being in theater with Miles specifically a lot more. Miles had been Peni and Gwen’s friend first, and had spent the first few theater sessions with them being slightly weary of Hobie while Hobie put his foot in his mouth continually around him, but they were past that now. Partly because it seemed like he had a crush on Gwen and realized after a couple of weeks that Hobie wasn’t trying to make a move on her.

Hobie thought it was mostly because at one point, Miles looked like he was ready to fight one of the other teachers about unfair casting practices, and Hobie had ensured that he knew he was on his side for it if things went down. It didn’t end up in flames, at least, but Miles seemed to be more open with Hobie after that, more friendly with him. And Hobie —

Well. Hobie knew Miles had a crush on Gwen, so that was that, wasn’t it?

Anyway, they’d moved on from regular script memorization onto adding movement to the scenes; the theater was booked for their use, and Pav and Hobie were play fighting on the stage while Gwen shouted encouragements to both boys (“I can’t pick favorites!” was her argument, “you’re both my friends, I want you both to win!” and Hobie had told her “that’s cowards talk, mate!” but she wouldn’t budge up) while they waited for everyone else to show up for rehearsal.

Hobie had just gotten Pav in a headlock, rubbing his knuckles into his hair and mussing it up while he shrieked, when Miles came in followed by Peni and Peter. He looked a bit resigned, calling them to attention as soon as he got the front.

“So Margo had some family thing at home and she can’t make it.” He said, and the teens groaned, “but! We can still get a rough start of the blocking today, and refine it more when Margo comes back, so chop chop!”

“Wait, then who’s gonna play Cinderella?” Hobie asked, jumping off the stage and falling carelessly into the theater seat. The one good thing about playing the prince, in his opinion, was that he didn’t have to be onstage all that much. Just the ball scene, and the final twenty minutes or so, and that was all. Easy, for the most part.

“Uhhh — ”

“I can play her for the beginning part!” Peni volunteered, throwing her hand up. “I’ll just need someone to play opposite of when it’s my turn.”

“Miles can fill in.” Gwen said before anyone else could say anything. She had a glint in her eye that made Hobie uneasy in a way, but he couldn’t put his finger on why.

“Great!” Peter said brightly, clapping his hands together. “We’ll also skip some of the more Margo specific parts she’ll need to be here for, like the ball dancing scene and the monologues she has, and go from there. Let’s go!”

Hobie knew he tuned out most of the rehearsal in front of him; he didn’t really need to focus, his part was only the last bit right now (thanks Margo) so when it was his turn to go up he almost missed his cue. It took Peter elbowing him in the side for him to even look up from his phone, and then to the stage where the group was assembled. Gwen was giving him a wide eyed look, one that read ‘get up here now’, and Hobie only blinked at her for a moment before scrambling up onto the stage.

She and Pav were on either side of Miles, who was sitting in the chair Margo was meant to be sitting in. Hobie frowned a bit, glancing around and realizing that Peni had vanished.

“Just keep going for now.” Peter called out, pencil in hand as he watched the teens onstage. “From your line, Hobie.”

“Right, uh.” Hobie pulled his script out, flipping to the last couple of pages. Gwen smacked her forehead into her palm, loud enough that it echoed upstage, and Pav snickered into his palm. “I do request that every girl in this house try on the shoe.”

“Surely not every girl,” Pav said brightly, “for there are but two here in this household!”

“Then who is this?” Hobie gestures towards Miles, and Peter’s pencil scratched against the paper.

“None but the serving girl, who couldn’t have gone to the ball,” Gwen added, “for she had many chores to occupy her time, and nothing to wear besides.”

“I said every girl and I meant it.” Hobie stepped forward. “Whether she was there or not, she shall try on the shoe.” He kneeled down, blinking up at Miles, who looked like he was embarrassed. Unable to stop himself, Hobie reached out and grabbed Miles’s leg. Miles stared down at him, wide eyed and looking like he would be bright red if he could be, and Hobie pretended to put a shoe on him.

“It fits?” Gwen said, pretending to be startled.

“It fits!” Pav sounded, still, very bright and happy for being a stepsister who wasn’t going to be marrying into royalty.

“You’re the one I’ve been searching for.” Hobie said, standing up. Miles stood up with him, staring up at Hobie, and Hobie pressed his lips together for a brief second before pressing them lightly against Miles’s cheek. Miles squeaked, and suddenly everything stopped; Peter’s pencil against the paper, the quiet squealing that had been coming from Pav from his right, the whispered encouragement from Gwen.

“Ah, this is…a rehearsal, guys?” Peter said slowly from the seats, “there’s…there’s not really a need for — ”

“Right, right, sorry.” Hobie cleared his throat, pulling back and putting some space between him and Miles.

They continued onwards with the scene, though Hobie couldn’t bring himself to look Miles in the eye for the rest of the play and it felt like Miles couldn’t stop staring at him the entire time.

Afterwards, he sort of wanted to dip right away, but Gwen grabbed hold of his arm and was chattering to him about something or other while Pav was talking to Miles by the bottom of the stage.

With a heavy sigh, Hobie patted Gwen’s shoulder and made his way over to where the other two boys were, making Miles fall silent and Pav practically skip away from the two of them.

“Hey, Hobie.” Miles said brightly, shuffling a little and looking shy. Hobie smiled down at him, shifting slightly in place.

“Hey, mate.” He glanced away, to where Peni had rejoined the group magically, standing in a little crowd with Pav and Gwen by the door. “Look, I just wanted to say — ”

“You-You did great today!” Miles said loudly, and Hobie was startled into silence. “I just…I mean, you-you had, like, some real natural kind of movements, for blocking, you know, I don’t think Peter’s pencil stopped moving, like, once, you know?”

“Yeah…” Hobie trailed off, took another deep breath, and said it as quickly as possibly. “Look, man, I’m sorry. About the kiss, you know?” Miles’s mouth slid shut slowly and he gave Hobie a sort of unreadable look. He pressed on. “Peter was right, today was only the first day of blocking? Not even a reason for it, really. Should’ve asked, at least.”

“Well…” Miles took a breath, and it was Hobie’s turn to blink in surprise. Miles glanced at their friends as well, then stood up straight. “If you want, you can-you can get permission. Later. On…on a date?”

“Like a movie date?” Hobie asked, and the breath seemed to go out of Miles all at once. He looked less nervous, somehow, more excited as he bounced a couple of times on his toes.

“Yeah, maybe this Friday?” He added. “At six?”

“At six.” Hobie confirmed with a nod. Miles beamed at him, then leaned up as best as he could. Hobie leaned down a bit to humor him, pressing his lips together to hide the grin that wanted to bust out when Miles pressed his lips against his cheek.

“It’s a date!”

[gaasuba]

A True And Proper Spiderman

Miles is an android built by the government to replace Hobie and give spiderman a more polished image

AO3 link I've barely started this one but I wanted to put it up in case any one wants to steal it as a prompt (Inspired by myself with my own art)

"We all know Spiderman is doing good things," the presenting scientist had said, "but his image is, well... it leaves something to be desired. So, instead of that Spider-punk, we've designed a true and proper Spider-Man!" Hobie doesn't usually mind being called spiderpunk, but the way she said it really pissed him off. 

He slips through a window and into the storage room that houses the "true and proper" spiderman.

<Target "spiderpunk" Located>

Hobie takes off his mask as he approaches the motionless figure, sizing it up with a smirk. Shorter, he noted. And what's up with its suit? Is it bleeding from the arm pits?

</Scanning...  /Identifying...>

Hobie leans down to examine the imposter's face. Cute and clean, like a market tested mascot.

<Priority Task Accomplished  "spiderpunk" Identified

 /Updating Profile "spiderpunk"  Hobart 'Hobie' Brown  Birth Date: unknown  Height: unknown  /Updating   Height: 198 cm  Eye Color: unknown  /Updating  ...>

Miles continues to analyze and update as it processes Hobie's movements, reading them for any signs of threat. He looks back and forth between its motionless eyes, uncertain if the thing is even booted up. 

"You're supposed to replace me, ey?"

<Query Processed  Permissions Denied>

Hobie scoffs at the lack of response, not that he had really expected one. He straightens to full height and looks down his nose at "M.I.L.E.S." A stupid acronym and a weird name, but he supposes it's better than continuing to call it "the imposter."

"Well. Good luck then, Spiderman," he punctuates the sentiment with a playful punch to Miles' shoulder, noting how the bot suspiciously maintains its balance. "See ya around," he pulls his mask back on before hopping back out the window and out of sight.

</Updating Protocol [/Protect "spiderpunk"]  /Protect "hobie">

[mrsblackruby]

BIG BRO HOBIE BROWN IMAGINE✨

Anyway there’s a lot of different possibilities and themes to explore with young adult Hobie Brown other than sex that make sense with his character that you don’t usually see many fans bring up in the age discourse it’s mainly brought when people just want to stick their noses up at the idea of writing young adult Hobie Brown having sex

but Anyway Hobie in his early twenties growing into a cold hearted world finding his own independence, being given more reigns over his own life, and distancing himself from authority figures imposing themselves upon him. So he can become more of his own person and find strength in people who actually want to uplift him and not tear him down as he gains more experience in life. And he learns to uplift others as well with the knowledge he has gained. He doesn’t need the training wheels anymore he’s trying to find people who will help him make his own bike for himself now. I prefer this version of Hobie Brown and see a lot more opportunity with developing his journey down anarchy when I don’t have to pretend he’s a kid. Y’all do whatever you want but I much rather explore Hobie as a younger adult especially since I’m 9teen myself.

His age is up to interpretation he gives off twenties to me he reminds me of people i know from my unhinged friend group. So yeah those are some very basic/ very personal writing concepts my brain came up with for young adult Hobie Brown. 

[squemonn]

My contribution to Punkflower nation, how are we doing? 🌻🎸

They’ve been in my brain all week, expect more art of them.

Original prompt by @dariyah1gh , you can find their post here!

[cherryvampiro]

Another big doodle dump of PunkFlower, a lil cotc, & day 2-5 FlowerByte prompt week 🫶🏽😊💕

[jklesbianjk]

Punkflower Prompt

okay, so I have a punkflower fic idea. been thinking about this one for a while.

okay so miles is puerto rican (mi gente latina!) and he is not a "no sabo" kid okay. a b in spanish doesn't mean he doesn't know spanish especially since the spanish they teach in schools in spain spanish and miles speaks puertorican spanish. its just different!

HE KNOWS SPANISH!

hobie knows miles knows spanish, he knows his boyfriend is puertorican, he's met his mom, but the first time hobie heard miles realllly speak spanish, he was so flustered. he thought it just soooo attractive. miles finished the convo in spanish and turned to hobie and hobie just pulled him in for a deep kiss. once they broke apart miles could tell his boyfriend was flustered and figured out why. (he smart). so he made it a point to use spanish more around hobie, calling him "novio" "amor" "mis ojos" a bunch of nicknames (translation: boyfriend, love, my eyes)

now hobie knows this isn't a competition, but he needs to make miles feel as flustered as he is. and hobie knows miles thinks his accent is cool and attractive. so he makes it a point to tease his bf by calling him pet names in his thick accent, "love, sweetheart, brookyln baby, babes) he knows miles becomes a little more touchy whenever he uses pet names and he loves it.

anyways ive been wanting to turn this into a fic on ao3, maybe a 5 times plus 1, but im lazy. well see.

[alenseress]

Punkflower spider-man kiss prompt but it's not actually a kiss. It's Miles chasing Hobie down across some impossible structure where every surface has its own plane of existence, it's own directon, and Miles can't see anything but Hobie's back no matter how fast he goes. They're talking and keep walking and keep missing each other and Miles gets so frustrated and anxious right up until they're suddenly nose to nose, Miles taking a turn on his "ground" and Hobie taking a turn on his, upside down, right above. It's startling and Miles almost steps back but Hobie just bows his head forward, calm and quiet, and bumps their foreheads together

And they just

Freeze like that for seconds, maybe minutes, Miles leaning in with closed eyes and Hobie holding his head even closer

With no purpose, really, just existing then and there

[scarriestmarlowe]

punkflower ship meme with @laridaec's prompt!!! i have to live up to my title as punkflower ceo

[jennsterjay]

🎸🌻Some Punkflower writing prompts (feel free to steal these)

1) Miles and Hobie fight an unexpected villain of the week 2) Miles teaches Hobie how to speak Spanish 3) Hobie sneaks into Brooklyn Visions Academy to play a song at Miles' talent show 4) Miles and Hobie babysit Miles' sister Billie (See: Marvel Comics) 5) Hobie teaches Miles British slang 6) Hobie takes Miles on a date in Earth-138B 7) Hobie and Miles plays video games at Miles' home 8) Every time Hobie and Miles try to confess to each other, Spider-Man shenanigans ensue 9) Miles takes Hobie to a local community-driven punk concert (don't tell Jeff and Rio) 10) Hobie gives Miles a gift for his birthday 11) Hobie and Miles go Stargazing 12) Hobie teaches Miles some new Spider-Man tricks 13) Miles and Hobie create a shared graffiti mural 14) Hobie and Miles write a song together

And that's all folks XD I had a few ideas in my head I wanted to give to you all. If you use one of these lemme know ^^/ ✨ I'd love to see it :) <3

🎸🌻Happy Punkflowering🎸🌻

[pepsicandle]

hello, 4+1 punkflower fic based on that one prompt on your blog from over a month ago.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48921430

:O

thank you so MUCH !!!!! READING ASAP :D