#punkflowerweek2023

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First Date

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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.

[visions--of--collisions]

WIP Ask Game

Stolen from @spidereticas

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it!

I challenged myself to write something for each of the Punkflower Week 2023 prompts, with the caveat that I'll start posting that week, but not every day (because I write slow, and I'm busy besides.) So, in the spirit of kicking my ass into getting more done, I'll post a little chunk of the ones I have named on here, for anyone interested:

remember when we didn't know what to be?

when you get back on a saturday night (and the room is caving in)

fixin' to thrill - This is series of two unconnected fics; pick either the Gen or the Explicit one.

but it's hard to be hard, i guess (when you're shaking like a dog)

..... These are all working titles, by the way. Shove 'em in the ask box or the replies of this post, whichever you like.