#spiderpunk x yn

[your-averagewriter]

“My little fighter.”

Summary: When (y/n) hears someone break in at night she investigates only to find Hobie in an injured state stumbling around (Hobie Brown x fem!reader).

Word count: 1.1K

Warnings: kissing, blood, injury mention, swearing

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I roll over in bed, feeling the emptiness as Hobie is out on a mission. Hearing a sound, I roll over again, dismissing it as the wind but after a couple of seconds I hear one of the windows being open and sounds of falling. Quickly, I get up out of bed, not failing to pick up the baseball bat kept under our bed before walking towards the bedroom door.

I open the bedroom door and walk down the corridor towards the staircase. I can hear my heart beating in my ears and feel it in my throat. With Hobie’s job it’s not a crazy idea to think someone might have broken into our house, he's got many enemies after all and even if not a supernatural, multiverse-travelling villain it could be a drunk guy he pissed off. 

It’s not rare for us to go out to pubs or wherever and for Hobie to get into arguments with die-hard Torys - his passionate ideas have often got us in trouble.

Still not knowing who it could be, I lift the baseball bat up in a fighting stance as I walk slowly and quietly to the stairs, careful to not step on any creaky floorboards.

I step onto the first stair then the second, the carpet feels rough against my feet, not having time to put my slippers on.

Once at the bottom of the stairs I reach for the light and flip it, illuminating the intruder. Walking towards the entrance point (the window) I hear Hobie’s voice and then a crash.

“Hobie?” I ask, desperately as I hear things topple to the ground. I take the bat with me as I venture into the kitchen after the sounds.

“Fuck…” He says, quietly, rubbing his head as he stands up from the floor.

“Hobie…” I trail off, walking towards him. “Are you okay?” I say, dropping the bat causing a clanging sound as it hits the stone kitchen floor.

I take my face into my hands, examining his face and his head for any injuries. There’s blood on his face but I don’t think it’s his and there’s no sign of any cuts or major gashes.

“I’m fine, darlin’, I’m fine.” He says, resting his head in my hands though. “Look at you with your bat though, that’s adorable.” He chuckles.

“Hobie, this is not the time.” I say, looking over his body and seeing his suit ripped and bloodied. “Are you sure you’re injured?” I ask again, already knowing the answer.

“I told you, I’m fine, love.”

“Okay, so you won’t mind if I hug you tightly then?”

“I’m tired, maybe later.” He dismisses which is very out of character for him.

“Uninjured Hobie would never turn down a hug.” I say crossing my arms then poking him in the ribs causing him to groan and clench his face. “Sorry, baby,” I say, feeling bad at hurting him. “Let me clean you up.” I say, gently taking his hand in mine, leading him into the bathroom.

“Fine, if it’ll make you happy, babes.” He says, giving in.

“Sit.” I order and he sits on the counter by the sink. “Can you take your suit off please?” I ask, turning around to open the cabinet, searching for the first aid kit.

“‘Course you’d want me to take off my suit…” He trails off, smirking.

“If you don’t take it off, I’ll have to take it off myself.” I say, slightly flirty but mainly focused on cleaning him up.

“Well, that’s an offer I don’t think I can turn down.”

I find the first aid kit and place it down next to him, watching as he shrugs the suit off of his shoulders.

“What were you doing?” I ask as I set out the cloth and antiseptic to sterilise his wounds. I have to peel off the back of his suit as it’s stuck to his back by the blood.

“The usual, Miguel had me going after another anomaly.” He says and I can practically hear him eye rolling. “Don’t worry though, most of the blood isn’t mine.”

I examine his body, looking at the little cuts littering his back, most small but there are a couple of deeper ones.

Dipping the cloth in warm water, I wring it out before dabbing it on the wounds, clearing them of any blood but the contact causes Hobie to hiss quietly. As he groans I press soft kisses to the back of his neck with quiet apologies.

Luckily he doesn’t need any stitches, they just need cleaning and bandaging.

“I’m just gonna bandage them up now.” I say, looking at him in the mirror.

“Thanks babe.” He replies.

I bandage him tightly, ensuring that all his cuts and wounds are covered whilst being careful not to hurt him. Tying them up, I turn around to face Hobie before placing a quick kiss to his lips.

“Done.” I say, gently holding onto his calloused hands. “You ready to go to bed?” I say, quietly, yawning and checking the time seeing that it’s past two in the morning.

“I’ll be up in a minute.” He says, pressing a kiss to the top of my head before walking out.

I make my way back to our shared bedroom and tuck myself back into bed. Lying in bed I wait for Hobie to return and I can hear his footsteps and when he flicks off the hallway light.

“Hey, darlin’” I hear him say as he walks towards his side of the bed.

“Hey baby.” I say, yawning again, lifting up the covers for him to get in. He slides into bed next to me, wrapping his arms around my torso. I keep my arms to the side not wanting to hurt him, knowing about all his injuries.

“What’s wrong, babes?” He asks, looking up to me.

“I don’t wanna hurt you.” I say.

“Don’t worry about me, love, I’m fine and I’ve definitely been worse.” I look at him with a slightly angry look.

“Stop getting yourself hurt.” I say. “I don’t understand why you keep doing what this Miguel guy tells you. He sounds like a dick.”

“You have no idea how much of a dick he is but I don’t do it for him. I do it for the people I save, people like you.” He says, resting his head on the pillow, placing a kiss on my head.

“Fine, but if you’re gonna sneak in, can you not make it sound like there’s an intruder?”

“Why? It seems like you would’ve been fine with your bat anyways.” He smirks.

“Yeah well, when your husband’s the multiverse-travelling Spider-Punk you gotta learn to protect yourself.” I smirk back up at him, wrapping my arms around him, focusing on his reactions to see if it is hurting him.

“My little fighter.” He looks into my eyes with a smirk, his lip ring shining in the slither of moonlight.

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AN: I hope you enjoyed reading!

[tsukina-1-9-9-8]

Yn: You look like Slenderman, I like that. Hobie: Who the fuck is that? Miles: Uh… Gwen: A character from terrifying stories. Pav: Yeah! he's a giant, big long-armed guy. Hobie: So, ya' like them big huh…? Miles, Gwen: *GASP* Yn: N-no I… GUYS. Pav: *spit he's tea one minute later*

[firewalkzwit]

arabella // hobie brown x reader (one-shot)

oneshot of hobie trying to pursue a reader who's effortlessly cool and has strong arabella vibes cuz i love that vibe. inspired some on slc punk and sex pistols lore, cool fic for the music enthusiasts

New girl's hip New girl's cool New girl's interesting New girl's hot.

"She came straight out of 70's New L.A. She's no rockstar's girlfriend, she's a rockstar herself! Crazy hair, mysterious bassist, she's from outer space."

AO3

And when she needs to shelter from reality she takes a dip in my daydreams...

"Ay, who's the new girl?" Was the first thing Hobie asked as he nudged Pav's shoulder, not breaking his intense stare at the new recruit. 

"New girl? Oh that's YN." Pav shifted his narrowed eyes into Hobie's, a teasing grin drawing on his face.

"Yea' but what's her full name...?"

"Go ask her yourself man, everyone calls her YN." Hobie never got her name, she refused to be called anything but those particular initials.

To say she was pretty was an understatement. She was stunning, show-stopping, alluring. 

At least to Hobie, all adjectives were perfectly applicable.

She had this quirk, this confidence and these slight Chrissie Hynde vibes, boldness when she spoke that made her so attractive, and to top it she was a great musician. 

Back in her dimension it was the seventies, and she was the leader of a girl band where she played the bass, doing small gigs in downtown New L.A.

She wore flamboyant black cowboy boots and scandalous skirts, with chunky sunglasses that looked like the eyes of a bug. She had crazy hair and wore Vivienne Westwood's accessories on her pierced ears and fingers before it was even cool in the US. Her dark tights were always ripped but she didn't care, she called it a fashion statement. So did she call her Spidey suit, which had a unique design that caught anyone's attention. 

Love was for posers Hobie thought, but what's more punk than going against your own structures?

"Gwendy I gotta' talk to this girl more." Hobie's frustration was something Gwen wasn't used to seeing. His nature was often relaxed, only energic when invited to disrupt the order, but hardly ever frustrated.

"Well, you don't have to." Gwen shrugged as she tried to mask the frown that was forming in her face, but her wrinkled nose gave away her displease of jealousy.

"I know, but I want to." His attention was fixed on YN, how she moved and talked. "I wanna hear her play. You're a girl right? When you girls think a lad's fit, how much of that comes from his coolness?" He asked as he leaned on Gwen's side, resting his body weight on her. She scoffed in disbelief at the absurdity of his question, something only a man could ask. 

"Since when do you want to conform to the arbitrary standards of women?"

"I don't, I just wanna' know how many I can get away with breaking and she can still like me yea'?" Hobie chuckled before getting up again. "Don't get too jealous on me alright?" He joked, patting his friend's shoulder as he jumped down from where they were sitting, approaching her once again.

"He's never gonna give up is he?" Miles sat once again close beside Gwen, who sighed at the sight of Hobie attempting to come off as nonchalant with a girl who only seemed to curve his insinuations over and over. 

"That's such a man thing to do, no offense." Gwen spat as her hand slid down her face, pointing at what she could only describe as a humilliation show.

"Yeah... right." 

It's not that she didn't notice, she just dodged him. She thought there was more important things to do than let herself be conquered by some co-worker. But she was lying if she said he wasn't winning her over.

He also was so her type.

The funky hair, the spikes on his leather vest, the stickers and carvings on his guitar, his Iggy Pop vibes and his weird slang. But he thought he was so it, he was a nice guy but he needed some humbling. Their first conversation was about Bowie, and he played her a bit of Moonage Daydream as she recalled when she saw him live, getting all starry eyed whenever she'd narrate the part where she gave him a ride in her car.

"You gave Bowie a ride?"

"Spider's Tour, yeah..." She giggled, flipping her hair in a way that had him starstruck. "In my mom's car."

"In your mum's car? Oh get out." She went on to talk about how that changed her view on music, going on about her gigs in New L.A and how she moved there to make it big. 

Hobie was sure he was listening, but as much as he tried to contain himself, keeping in comments was not in his book.

"You always dress this mad? Like, all the time?" He bursted out with a smile, cutting her off. They were sitting on a counter table, with his guitar on his lap. He leaned closer to pick on the fabric of her coat. 

"Always. Do you always dress so pretentious?" She retorted with a smug grin, pushing her hair out of her face. His eyes shot up to look at her, puzzled. "I mean, aren't you like... rebelling against society?" Hobie let out a slight laugh, his head tilting in interest as he looked into her eyes. 

"Well, yea'. Why?"

"Don't you think it would be more of an act of rebellion if you didn't spend so much time buying stickers and pins and going out to get punky clothes? Stop me if I'm being offensive, I think the style's hip, but it just seems counterproductive to your cause."

"Na' its cool, keep going." He struggled to discern if he was actually listening, or simply invested in watching her mouth smart words as her long painted nails tapped on the counter.

"You want to be an individual, but it's like you wear a uniform. It's just punk fashion, not rebellion." Hobie's eyes fixated on her's, leaving a strong silence as she ended her phrase. 

"I'm not judging you, just kind of a general critique to what they call punk movement."

Hobie brushed her off with his usual humorous comments to maintain his pride, but he was dazzled. Even if she had criticized his way of thinking and how he dressed, she was so outspoken, without caring what he had to say or thought about her opinion, and he was crazy for his first impression of her, as much as he hated to admit it as he'd call 'Love is for posers'. Hobie was sure he was just trying to win her over, to prove a point he'd say, but deep down he loved the way she smiled and shook her head whimsically everytime he'd say something or take time off his schedule to nag her.

It was a few times that she gave Hobie the chance to play with her, to which she soon learnt that he did not know how to read tabs. Of course the punk kid is self-taught. Trying to lead, they would play messy numbers and solos. It was ocasionally just her and Gwen, who had let YN grown onto her sharing her love for girl bands, doing some jamming with their instruments as Hobie payed vague attention. But he would pound on any chance to be alone with her and try to take her out.

She didn't know what was in her that day, but she let him take her out.

He toured her around his universe, before taking her to what he called "his palace". 

The small canal boat was ridiculously a very Hobie place to live. If she were to guess, she'd think he lived in a tree somewhere in Birmingham. However it had it's charm, it was very humid and it wobbled when they walked, but it was unique and she loved it. Hobie showed her the collection of things he had stolen, proving himself to be a brilliant thief. He owed most of his 'talent' to his Spider-Sense and speed, but he'd never bring it up. 

As she sat on the mattress where he slept in, Hobie picked up one of his records, sitting beside her to show her the signed insides of the vinyl. Her eyes paced from the inscriptions to his face, as he ocasionally caught a glimpse of her through the corner of his eye. He left the vinyl aside to go on about his encounters with the infuential musicians on the area, how he attempted to steal the microphone the Bowie of his dimension had used when he was touring in his city. Her gaze shifting from his eyes to his lips back and forth. 

He was hesitant about making a move, afraid he'd mess up what had taken him so much work. But wasn't even given time to think it through before the proximity between them grew, and her hand softly caressed his bony cheek and down to his neck, inviting him to lean into a kiss. As they made out, his cold piercing was quickly warmed by her damp tongue and soft lips that sucked and kissed his. His hands caressed up and down her waist, undoing the buttons on her blouse with his slender fingers as she revealed her naked torso, no bra underneath. YN did her usual hair flip to watch him undress her, and himself, jumping on her once finished to continue what he had briefly interrupted.

"We won't sink, will we?" She asked between soft giggles as the boat quivered at his abrupt movement, Hobie nibbling down her neck and kissing her chest. 

"I wank pretty crazy here every night, we won't." He teased before crawling backwards, kissing down her navel. 

songs i listened to while working on this:

(ofc) arabella - arctic monkeys

moonage daydream, lady grinning soul and starman - bowie

hey, velouria - pixies

rhiannon, gold dust woman - fleetwood mac

[your-averagewriter]

"You my, darling, are definitely an exception.”

Summary: (y/n) jokes about Hobie's disbelief in comedy but his answer makes her flustered.

Word count: 0.3K

Warnings: kissing

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He chuckles. “Do you have any others?” I think, my legs tucked up to my chest on the sofa next to Hobie.

“Jokes? Hmm, let me think.” I pause for a second before telling him another fairly bad joke but it elicits laugh after laugh from him.

“That’s so bad.” He says in between laughs.

“Oh, come on.” I rest my head on his chest. “You laughed.” I say and after a little bit of catching our breath I continue speaking. “Hey, I thought you didn’t believe in comedy?” I ask, smirking up at him.

“I also don’t believe in consistency which leaves space for exceptions and you, my darling, are definitely an exception.”

Not expecting such a smooth reply I feel heat rise in my cheeks feeling like I’ve been caught in my own trap. He only chuckles at my reaction.

“Are you embarrassed? Don’t worry, you look cute when you’re flustered.” He says as I avoid eye contact.

After a second of avoiding his eyes, he places his hand under my face, his thumb stroking across my jawline as he lifts my face to look at him. He smiles down at me, towering over me even though we’re sitting down before moving his face towards mine, shortening the distance between us.

Placing his lips on mine, I feel more heat rise up my neck as his body is close to mine. The warmth from his lips radiates throughout my face as I revel in the feeling, his slightly cracked lips against mine. My lip balm rubbing off of his lips, a strawberry tint now decorating his lips.

His hand stays resting on my jawline, his fingers stroking across my cheek as his lips move against mine gently.

"An exception?" I question quietly in between kisses.

"My favourite." He smiles, staring into my eyes.

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AN: I just watched Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse and I am in love with Hobie, he's so cool and badass. I just had to get something on paper so sorry it's short - expect more Spiderverse content soon including ones featuring Miguel O'Hara.

Hope you enjoyed reading!

[tsukina-1-9-9-8]

Yn: You have so many piercings. Hobie: Ikr? Maybe you can help me to count. Maybe with your lips? Yn: ...Oh my ♥