a/n: so.. I’m back andd you guys are so obsessed with saiki (I blame writers for not writing him 😒) andd I just wanted to try something new yk?? ANYWAY I LOVE HOBIE BROWN FR FR 😍😍 oh yeah and it was my birthday yesterday so yk 😘
summary: basically the caption ❤️
he likes pda, but he won’t go crazy on it. after all, what if you don’t like pda that much? or maybe you don’t like physical touch that much. you have to know boundaries at times.
pavitr already saw it coming, you can’t tell me otherwise. he smelt the obvious love in the air 😘
speaking of pavitr, you and him are best buddies fr. he’s tells you all the gossip, rumours spread? he’s telling you. he saw a little kid throwing a tantrum in a shop? he’s telling you. of course hobies gotta know too.
he would let you paint his nails too, I hc that he paints them black. but he would let you paint them any colour! especially if your a pink type of person, colours don’t have genders.
you would join his sleepovers with gwen! of course if she’s comfortable about it.
if you are a spider person, you guys like to piss off miguel together. when I mean “you guys” it’s mostly hobie but sometimes you like to tease him too, hobie encourages you too since miguel mostly scares people by yelling at them 😨
he plays his guitar around you and asks you a lot about what’s your favourite song or do you like the tune that he’s playing right now. he’ll especially learn your favourite songs and play it to you just to see your happy expression!
speaking about his guitar, he wouldn’t really let you touch it like he dosen’t to anyone else in the first weeks. but however, in the first few months he’ll let you touch as much as you want he’ll be cautious if your clumsy though 🤨.
pairing ; hobie brown x spider!cottagecore!reader (gender neutral)
synopsis ; electric guitars and strawberries, leather jackets and quilted skirts, city spiders and cottage spiders. the two of you were perfect for each other.
words ; 5.5k
themes ; fluff, mild angst & action, established relationship (dating)
warnings / includes ; mentions of death, a nightmare/mild panic attack, reader is a mutant on top of being a spider (has the ability to conjure flowers), reader's universe is basically cottagecore universe, pav is there even tho he shouldn't be bcs i wanted to include him, hobie is an amazing bf and affectionately calls reader 'cheeky' :( and a little charles xavier mention bcs <3 the x-men are everything to me
main masterlist.
London was a cold, dreary place. You didn’t belong there, no, sticking out like a sore thumb from the cold, harsh corners of buildings that grazed the clouds and the damp, narrow streets. But you were there anyway, almost as often as you spent time in your own quaint universe, where York was nothing but homey cottages and endless green fields of flowers, strawberries, and farmer’s markets.
You were there for your boyfriend, who cared for the people of the city enough to criticize its leaders—a feat the large portion of the country couldn’t be bothered doing.
Today was a long day of protesting. Inhumane laws were being passed, the government was in shambles, and the PM was a fucking joke. You wanted to be there for him and show him support—it wasn’t your universe, sure, but it was important to you, anyway. Nobody deserved to live in fear of tomorrow.
The two of you made your way back up into Hobie’s dingy little apartment when the sky began to grey with gloomy clouds and cold rain dribbled down dirty rooftops. Hobie slammed the door behind him, the faded Sex Pistols poster loosely tacked on the back warbling with the sudden movement. In turn, you made a bee-line for his bed on the opposite side of the room—really, Hobie’s apartment was just a narrow rectangle, with a cramped bed in one corner, a beaten-up green sofa in another, and the kitchen furthest away from the door. There was another door by the other end that led to the bathroom with cracked mirrors. All the walls were covered with art, posters, random memorabilia, and stickers.
It was a claustrophobe’s nightmare, but it was home to Hobie, which made it your home, as well.
You moaned with relief when you laid down on his thick comforter, shutting your eyes for a moment. Still leaning against the door, Hobie watched you eagle-spread over his bed with a small, amused smile.
He could never get over how funny you looked, surrounded by dark colors and ripped clothes and filthy artwork, when you yourself were the exact opposite—all soft hues and gentle nature and sunshine. Hobie loved that about you. How you were unabashedly so lovely no matter where you were, or what you were doing.
“You falling asleep on me, Cheeky?” he asked, voice lilting with the affectionate pet name, languidly striding over to sit onto the mattress beside you. The bed creaked with protest under the additional weight.
“Mhm,” you hummed in reply, turning your head so you could offer him a tired grin. “Rain always gets me sleepy.”
The silver of his piercings glinted with what little light streamed through his window. “Take a nap, then, yeah? I’ll wake you up for dinner.”
With your final murmur of thanks, Hobie dipped down to sweep the hair away from your face, placing a chaste kiss to your forehead, before standing back up to go fix himself a snack.
Hours later, when you had only begun to twitch with the beginnings of a nightmare, Hobie had gently shaken you awake, beaming at the way your nose wrinkled and your heavy eyes fluttered open to meet his bright ones.
“Rise and shine,” he greeted, smoothing out the creases of the shirt you were wearing. “Well, it’s not really shinin’ out there, innit? Rise and gloom.”
A steaming cup of peppermint tea was pushed into your hands. You didn’t even have to taste it to know that he’d added just the right amount of sugar for you. “Thanks, Hobie,” you mumbled, craning your neck to kiss his cheek.
“Got you somethin’ from the chippie—it’s in the microwave whenever you want it.”
Still groggy, you loosely wound your arms around his neck to tug him into a warm embrace, careful not to spill any of the tea. Half of your body was slung over his legs, the other hanging off the bed. Without hesitation, Hobie’s long arms came around to pull you tighter against him, hugging you close.
“Argh, you’re just too good to me,” you whispered, clutching him tight. “How much was the food?”
“Ah, ah,” he said, pulling away to click his tongue and shake his head. “Don’t worry about it. My shitty universe, my shitty quid.”
With an affectionate roll of your eyes, you pulled away from him. “Alright, well, next time we’re at my place, I’m treating you.”
“Would expect nothing less, Cheeky.”
The two of you shared the microwaved dinner from the chippie together, the large fries nearly burning your tongue and the fish drenched in far too much vinegar for your taste, but the two of you ate it happily regardless.
After the food was cleaned out, you curled up into Hobie’s sofa—which smelled just like the mango perfume you had given to him for his birthday—and brandished the sewing kit you had kept here, hidden beneath the cushions. Your boyfriend took a seat beside you, his guitar situated over his lap and a dull pocket knife gripped in his hand. He took to engraving his initials against its side (and planned on engraving yours right next to it), as you pulled his leather vest closer, stitching one of the patches that had come loose back on.
A comfortable silence stretched over the both of you, like a warm blanket draped over your shoulders. It was only broken by Hobie’s disjointed humming to a song you couldn’t recognize, and the soft pattering of rain outside.
Once he was done with the ‘B’ of his last name, he peered over your shoulder, leaning down to press a kiss to the base of your neck. “How’s it coming?”
You turned with a sweet smile, one that made Hobie’s chest warm. To him, you were the literal embodiment of sunshine. “All fixed,” you chirped, nudging him slightly. “How’s the guitar?”
“Good as ever. D’you mind if I put your name next to mine?”
Your eyes shone. “Go ahead,” you replied, before reaching down to fish something out of your pocket. “Oh, I totally forgot—I embroidered this for you! Made it from my own synthesized silk ‘n everything.”
It was another patch, about half the size of his palm, depicting a bright red strawberry sitting against an equally vibrant yellow backdrop. A genuine smile flickered over Hobie’s countenance.
“Oh, this is wicked, Y/N! Looks fuckin’ fab,” he exclaimed, leaning closer to inspect all the tiny details. Somehow, his beam grew wider. Hobie situated the patch over an empty spot on his vest. “Could you sew it here?”
You nodded whilst humming an affirmative. A rush of heat pulsed over your face when Hobie leaned down to kiss your cheek, pulling back with an obnoxious mwah.
“You’re a talent, you know that? Thank you.”
It was a few minutes later when you showed him his vest—finally ready and decked out with a multitude of both new and fixed patches. In turn, he showed you your name etched right next to his. Overwhelmed by just how much you loved your boyfriend, every single bit of his punk, anarchist self, you threw yourself into his open arms, hugging him tight. A flower appeared behind his ear, and he pinched it between two fingers, pulling it away to inspect its small white petals and smooth green stem. With a hum, Hobie pushed it back onto his ear and returned your embrace.
A week later, you and Hobie were at another underground music concert, filled to the brim with punk rock enthusiasts and anarchists of the very same ilk as him. Seeing as he was the last gig to play, the night ended with an elongated guitar riff, and Hobie’s fist thrusting high up as the final notes crashed against the cheering crowd. It wasn’t long before he was hopping off the rickety stage, immediately greeted with your wide smile and more tiny flowers blooming within the moist cracks of the sidewalk by your feet.
“You did amazing!” you exclaimed, bouncing on the heels of your feet excitedly. “Argh, I’m so proud of you! When you did that thing—with that guitar—and then you just—AH! I loved it, Hobie!”
Your boyfriend slung an arm over your shoulders, briefly pressing his nose against your hairline. “Thanks, Cheeky.” He glanced at the large box you were holding. “What’s all this now?”
“Merchandise,” you chirped with bright eyes. “Made it all myself back in my universe. Free of charge, of course. Everyone deserves to enjoy art without worrying about its price.”
Hobie swore he fell in love with you just a smidge more right then and there.
With nimble fingers, he plucked a bundle out of the box, unfurling it to reveal a dark black t-shirt with a messy crimson scrawl of ANARCHY! across the chest. To his fond delight, there was a little flower drawn just beneath the large text. A touch of him, and a touch of you.
Not waiting another second, Hobie slipped the shirt over his head, one of his piercings momentarily snagging against the collar. You were quick to shift the box onto one arm so you could help him safely tug the shirt down without ripping his earlobe into two.
After murmuring his thanks, Hobie cupped his palms over his hands to yell, “Oi, you lot! Come ‘round here for free shirts! Made by the loveliest person I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing!”
The two of you stayed at the venue until all your shirts were given away, and even then there were a few stragglers left, disappointed they hadn’t gotten anything.
“Come to Hobie’s next gig, I’ll bring some more things by then,” you reassured them with a kind smile.
After another series of goodbyes, Hobie finally pulled you out of the dingy venue, his hand curled over your upper back and your arm wrapped around his hips.
Hobie was a true artist. Everything he touched, he could turn into something of beauty, something raw and pure and breathtaking. When you had vocalized such thoughts to him, he smirked, loose and humored.
“Don’t like labels,” he said, gaze fixed on his guitar and the uncapped marker he was using to draw just beneath the strings. “You sure you’re not biased?”
“Not at all,” you hummed in reply, leaning against him. The two of you were in your universe, laying spread over a checkered blanket on a vast field not too far from your little cottage. The grass was greener than what Hobie had back home, and the air was clearer and lighter than anything he’d ever breathed before. Somehow, the breeze that whistled between the two of you smelled of strawberries and peaches—or maybe that was your perfume. Hobie couldn’t get enough of it, either way. Your universe was beautiful—nearly as beautiful as you were.
Whilst he was concentrating on his scribbled drawings, you were tinkering with one of your web shooters—a series of miniscule gadgets with brown fixings to wrap around your wrist. Once you clicked it back into place, you jutted it out to Hobie, the round capsules hovering only inches beneath his nose.
He laughed, gently pulling your hand away so he wouldn’t go cross-eyed. “You make these yourself?”
“Synthesized them with all natural ingredients. Took a lot of trial-and-error, but I think I’ve finally perfected the colored formula,” you said, pressing down with both your middle and index finger, showing him how the webs shot out so far he couldn’t even see where it disappeared within the swishing blades of grass.
Arching a brow, he echoed, “Colored formula?”
You grinned. “Take a look. I made them green! I think it’s much prettier than plain ol’ white,” you said.
“Green spider webs, huh? You really are something else,” he surmised with a half-chuckle, half-snort, a goofy smile to his lips. Your excitement was beginning to rub off on him, so he took your hands again, admiring your craftsmanship. “These are so fucking cool.”
“I could make you colored webs, too—whatever color you want!” You perked up with the idea, smiling brighter than the golden sun hanging sweetly in the soft pink sky (the skies were pink during the day in your universe, it was trippy as hell). Little flowers bloomed around you, a few appearing in the surrounding grass, some popping into his hair, others materializing on your flowing blouse.
Flustered, you reached over to pluck out the flowers in his hair, murmuring a quiet apology.
“Nah, it’s cute,” he reassured you, shooting you a curious look. “So—does your universe have others that are also called ‘mutants’ or is it just you?”
“There’s not a lot of us,” you admitted. “It was scary, at first. I was completely… normal until I hit thirteen years old—all of a sudden, flowers started blooming everywhere and I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t control it and it only grew worse the more scared I got. A man named Charles Xavier took me under his wing at his school for gifted students—well, that’s just a code word for mutants—and he helped me train to control it. Obviously… not well enough—flowers still sprout when I feel strong emotions.”
Hobie’s nose wrinkled. “My fault. You like me a bit too much, Cheeky.”
With a playful shove, you huffed out a tinkering laugh. “Anyways, while I was at the school, there was a student with the ability to turn objects radioactive. Highly dangerous, and he could’ve been used as a weapon of war if in the wrong hands. One day, he was just fucking around and… he accidentally turned a spider radioactive. He didn’t tell anyone because he was scared he was going to get in trouble. Lo and behold, it got loose, and the next day, it bit me while I was out on a walk. So not only was I a mutant, I became a Spider, as well. I trained with my newfound powers every day in the Danger Room. I graduated top of nearly all my classes. And not too long after, Miguel came popping out of nowhere—the look on his face when flowers started appearing all over his suit was hilarious.” You chuckled lightly, leaning your head against Hobie’s shoulder. “Your powers are much cooler, though. I wish I had electric abilities.”
The marker in Hobie’s hand was quickly capped, and put to the side so he could raise it to stroke the back of your head. “Flower power is cool as fuck, what are you on about?”
You smiled. Another flower, a fragile pink thing, blossomed onto his lap. Hobie barked out a roguish laugh.
“I love you,” you hummed.
“Love you back, Cheeky.”
Nueva York was the exact antithesis to your world. Everything was new and modern and cutting-edge, heavy on minimalism and plain white canvases of nothing. It lacked art and humanity and just… life, in general. You didn’t really enjoy coming to this universe—the only reason you did was to help out with anomalies whenever you were needed. Though you didn’t quite agree with Miguel’s canon theory (it was messy and evidently didn’t apply to every Spider), you had to agree that villains running amok in rogue universes was no good for anyone. You had personal experience with the matter when a glitching Mysterio came tumbling through a farmer’s market in your universe, baskets of fruit flying every which way and bouquets trampled beneath his descent.
Today, however, you were called in because of your boyfriend. His hologram had appeared over your wrist, offering you a loose smile and a two-fingered salute.
“Hey, Hobie,” you greeted, pausing your baking and brushing errant strands of your hair away with flour-covered hands. “What’s going on?”
“I’m at HQ. Heading over to see Miguel. D’you mind coming, if you’re not too busy?”
“Oh, uh, sure,” you said, heading over to the wash basin to rinse off your hands. “Is everything okay?”
The hologram of Hobie hummed, warbling as you rushed to change out of your clothes and into your suit—a white top with beige and green accents, webbing into a spiral around an embroidered collection of flowers on your chest shaped into a spider. Your boyfriend lowered his voice to say, “The original is here.”
“Original?”
“The first anomaly.”
“Oh,” you said, eyes widening a fraction. Oh.
Hobie pursed his lips. Though he was doing well to hide it, you could see the buried worry behind his dark irises. The both of you were well aware that Miguel wouldn’t take this lightly. “Yeah. You’ll be here?”
“I’ll be there. See you in a minute, yeah?”
“Yeah. I’ll be waiting by the Spider-burger place. Love ya, Cheeky.” With that, he flickered out of view. You blew out a breath, snagged a bag from your room, and pressed a few buttons on your watch. A glowing orange portal opened by your kitchen door. You stepped through, and a tunnel, an elevator, and a hall later, you found yourself at the heart of Spider Society.
Hundreds of Spidermen, Spiderwomen, and Arachnids alike were passing by, chattering aimlessly, or rushing to wrangle their anomalies to the Go-Home Machine. After weaving through the crowd, you made your way to the McSpiders booth, where they sold the most delicious burgers, but you didn’t think you had time for that today.
Hobie was waiting at one of the tables, Pav glued to his side, and Gwen on the other.
Your boyfriend waved, shooting you a wink just as Pavitr shot up, dashing forward to envelop you in a tight hug.
“It’s been so long!” the younger Spider exclaimed. “How’ve you been? How are you?”
“I’m good, Pav,” you warmly replied, patting his back affectionately. Then, you waved to Gwen, who looked a little uncomfortable at the predicament she was in, but tried her best to push it down for a moment to say hello.
You gave her a warm embrace, squeezing tight, a nonverbal confirmation of telling her you were there for her. Knowing that she was technically universeless, both you and Hobie would often let her crash over at your respective places. In fact, she slept in one of your extra rooms so much it was practically hers by now, filled with plenty of her personal belongings. She was one of your closest friends, and seeing her so anxious did nothing but fill you with worry.
Once you pulled away from your two friends, you gave Hobie a quick hug, kissing his cheek. Pav cooed obnoxiously whilst Gwen lightly joked for the two of you to get a room.
Hobie shoved at the blonde’s shoulder with scoff. “Come off it, we wouldn’t have the time anyway.”
Finally, you turned your gaze to the last one in the group—Miles Morales.
It was certainly strange to see him in the flesh, when he was such a popular topic of discussion amongst the verse-traveling Spiders. He was a gangly yet handsome boy, with a head of dark, curly hair, and large brown eyes.
He offered you a nervous smile. “So, uh, you must be Y/N! I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“I can say the same thing,” you replied, thinking back to all the times Gwen would lounge in your bed and tell you about her time helping Miles with Kingpin. “It’s nice to put a face to your name after all this time.”
“Yeah, yeah, same.” Awkward as ever, Miles let out something akin to a laugh. His eyes darted down when he noticed Hobie’s hand slipping over your midriff. “So! You’re Hobie’s partner, right? I thought he didn’t believe in consistency.”
You grinned when Hobie drummed his fingers along your hip, shrugging in a nonchalant manner. “If I was inconsistent all the time, that’d be me being consistent, no? Keep with the times, mate.”
Confused, Miles’ lips parted to ask another question but you shook your head. “Just don’t question it. God knows how many times I’ve stumped myself trying to figure him out.”
Hobie shot you an amused look. Before anyone could say anything else, Gwen swung onto her feet, shifting her weight in a fidgety manner. “We should probably get a move on, before Miguel gets mad.”
“Oh, yeah, of course. You guys mind filling me in with what happened on the way?”
And so the five of you set off, with Pav and Gwen taking turns on telling you what had transpired in Mumbhattan, with Hobie occasionally chiming in. Miles was far too enamored by all the other Spiders to really pay attention to what they were saying.
Once you were all informed, you supplied a worried look in Miles’ direction. Stopping a canon event from happening… Miguel definitely wouldn’t be happy about that.
Sensing your eyes on him, Miles met your eyes. “Is there something on my face?” he asked.
“Oh, no. Sorry. I was just distracted.” A flower popped on your shoulder, and another appeared in Miles’ hair. He pulled it out with a surprised raise of his brows.
“Huh. That’s new,” he said with a slightly curious smile. “So, you and Hobie! I guess I just didn’t expect him to be with someone so…”
Pavitr clapped his hands. “Well, opposites do attract!”
With half a smile pulling at one corner of his mouth, Hobie chimed, “We aren’t complete opposites. We both have a crippling hatred for capitalism and greedy billionaire corporations.”
“That we do,” you agreed, beaming warmly at him. Suddenly, you perked up, remembering what you had brought with you. “Oh, I almost forgot! Pav, Gwen—I made you tote bags a while ago and haven’t gotten the chance to give it to you guys. They’re all made from ethically sourced materials, of course. Sorry, Miles, I would’ve made you one if I’d known I was going to meet you today.”
“It’s no problem. There’ll be a next time, right?” he said, watching as you handed the rolled up bags to an excited Pav, bouncing on the balls of his feet with a litany of thank you so much, this is amazing on his tongue, and a hesitant Gwen, smiling despite being so strung-up to face Miguel.
“Right… A next time…” you echoed, unsure if there’d even be a next time if Miguel had his way with things.
Everything was going wrong.
Miguel went too far, as he often did in his tunnel-visioned haze for order, and trapped Miles in a laser cage, intending to keep him in Nueva York while his father died back in his home universe. A sick feeling curdled within the pits of your stomach—none of this felt right to you. Peter and Gwen were yelling at Miguel, their words washing over you in a blur, like the crashing and the retreat of a wave against an unsuspecting shore.
You watched helplessly as Miles turned around, betrayal lacing heavily across his crestfallen features, staring at the people he had once considered his friends. For half a second, Miles caught your gaze. Anxious flowers—various shades of violet and scarlet—blossomed by your feet. To your side, your boyfriend held both his hands up, gaze fixed on Miles.
“Palms,” he silently mouthed.
Heeding his advice, Miles pressed both his palms against the barrier.
And three beats of a heart later, he had broken free. A blast of energy pushed everybody back a few feet, and you could hear Hobie’s faint laughter echo right beside your ear. You couldn’t help but smile along with him.
Someone had to look out for the little guy, right?
Apparently, Miguel had other ideas. He wasn’t a rational man. No, he was a perfectionist to the core, needing everything to go according to his plan, his theory, his ideology. When the stakes were this high, who was to say no to him? And now, he had somehow convinced nearly the entire population of the Spider Society to chase after a fifteen year old.
Then what? Lock him up? Force him away from his home and wait out his father’s death?
No. It wasn’t right. None of it was.
As pandemonium broke out during the chase after Miles, Hobie gave you a glance. “Just for the record, I quit,” he announced. It wasn’t directed at you, per se, but it was important to him that you knew of his stance. That he wouldn’t sit around and idly twiddle his thumbs at this bullshit.
A portal opened behind him, bathing his dark skin in a bright clementine glow. He unclasped his watch and let it fall to the ground. “You coming, Cheeky?”
“I’ll meet you at your place,” you reassured him. An unspoken trust me hung heavy between you. A white little wildflower appeared in his hair, but Hobie didn’t move to pluck it away. Instead, he ducked his head to press a lasting kiss onto your forehead. You shot him a fond grin before leaning forward to peck his cheek in return, and hurriedly rushed off to go help Miles, canary-hued flowers floating behind you with every swing.
It was by pure chance that you happened upon Miles and Peter, the latter begging for him to hold his baby, which he most definitely shouldn’t have brought along to a chase. You hid behind a large metal pipe, waiting for Miles to leave Peter. It wasn’t long before Miles was running away again, believing his mentor had betrayed him once again, and you were quick to follow after him. Green webs shot out from the fixings on your wrist, and you caught up to the younger Spider in no time.
“Miles!” you exclaimed.
“Please, just let me go back home!” he yelled, stress and panic coiled around his words as he rounded around cars and signs.
Guilt settled around your lungs in a constricting manner. You’d lend him your watch to get home, but with a quick glance behind you, noting the several dozens of Spiders hot on your tail, you realized that there was no way that he’d make it there in time without them following after. There had to be another way.
“That’s what I’m trying to do,” you replied, trying your best to convey that you were on his side. “Trust me, I’m with you on this! If not for you becoming Spider-Man, there’d be no Spider Society, and I would’ve never met Hobie. Of course I’d try to help you, Miles! Listen to me—there’s a bullet train that goes to the moon here—if you draw all the Spiders away from HQ, then you can use the Go-Home machine to get back to your universe!”
Miles shot you an initially dubious glance, which soon melded into one of cautious appreciation. “Where?”
“A couple miles that way! You won’t miss it—it’s a huge glass tube going up to space.” You nodded in the direction he was to be headed. “Good luck, Miles. I’m rooting for you!”
With a shout of his gratitude and a slight smile, Miles swung away from you.
It’s a shame that this was goodbye. Both you and Hobie were really starting to grow on him.
It was raining again, as it almost always was in gloomy London. You were in bed with Hobie, having passed out after letting him know about how you helped Miles, and listening to him tell you about the watch he made for Gwen, knowing she’d most likely need it later down the line if things didn’t work out. He was taking up most of the space on the bed, one arm behind his head on the pillow and the other curved beneath the small of your waist, fingers splayed out over your stomach. Chests rising and falling in synchronized tandem, you were curled up onto your side so that your spine brushed against his side with each breath.
Nightmares weren’t a common thing for you, but when they did slink into your unconscious mind, they were always terrifyingly realistic, and always of the same event. Your canon event.
Tonight was no different.
Soft pink skies. Swinging through the trees after something—someone. Prowler.
The forest gave way to steep mountains. Steep stones and ice and cliffs. The pink above you bled into a menacing shade of purple.
Nets of webbing shooting from your wrists. Desperation. Pleads on your tongue, but you didn’t quite know what you were saying.
The villain tripped over the webbing, rolling down a mountainside that tapered off into a sheer drop. You darted forward, shooting out a web to catch the Prowler.
But it was too late.
They tipped over the edge, stray pebbles tumbling down in their wake. If the Prowler screamed, you couldn’t hear it over the thrumming blood in your ears.
It took over a minute for their body to hit the ground with a sickening thud.
Horror stained your insides black. You weren’t quick enough. You failed.
You made your way down the mountain, wide eyes fixed on the motionless body. You crept forward, checking for a pulse. Dead.
Gingerly, you peeled the mask away from their face. The hazy face of your best friend stared back up at you, beaten and bloody.
Your fault, your fault, your fault—
You woke up with a gut-wrenching sob, jolting up with a broken wail. Hobie had startled from his slumber at the sudden commotion, quick to prop himself up on an elbow, his hand shooting out to properly wrap around you.
Comforting words were murmured into your hair. You only cried harder, gently pushing the blankets away from you, feeling overwhelmingly hot and crowded. It took you another moment to realize that you were hyperventilating, large flowers popping up everywhere around the two of you.
“Breathe,” you could hear your boyfriend say, tracing slow circles along your lower back. “That’s it, love. You got this.”
After a few minutes, your breaths had slowed down, and the tears stopped flowing. You sniffled quietly, turning to Hobie with an apology on the tip of your tongue.
“Don’t apologize,” he said, seeming to know exactly what was on your mind. “You alright?”
“Nightmare,” you whispered in return, voice hoarse with disuse and thirst. “My canon event. It’s my fault Prowler died. My best friend.”
Another circle along your spine. “You wanna talk about it?”
Your eyes, puffy and red-rimmed, blinked back more cresting tears. You nodded, croaking out the tragic story of you and your best friend—the Spider and the Prowler. Hobie listened intently, humming soothingly into your skin.
Once you were finished, he adamantly shook his head. “You can’t blame yourself for that. It’s not your fault.”
But it is, you wanted to say. You swallowed the words, deciding instead to remain quiet and simply lean further into his touch.
“I love you,” he said, voice low and soothing. “You hear me, Cheeky?”
“I hear you. Thank you for… for always being there for me. You’re the punkest punk that’s ever punked.”
A hum rumbled from his throat. “I’ll always be here for you. I trust you’ll do the same for me. We’re all broken, but… it’s a good thing we Spiders got sticky webs to keep us together, yeah?” A pause before Hobie backtracked, “That didn’t come out the way I intended it to but you get my point.”
You wrinkled your nose in amusement. “Yeah. I’m glad we found each other in all this chaos, Hobbes.”
“Mmh. Nothing better than a bit of chaos, innit?”
The two of you sat in silence for a bit longer, simply soaking in each other’s comforting presence. When you arched your neck to press a lasting kiss along the underside of Hobie’s jaw, you could feel his face shift with a fond smile. Before he could reciprocate the gesture, a tangerine glow shone from outside the window, warbling with the rain, but still a stark juxtaposition to the macabre grey of the city.
Both you and Hobie peered out of the window, limbs still tangled.
Outside was Gwen, her cowl pulled over her uneven strands of blonde-pink hair, hexagonal portal rings shifting behind her. Her features were solemn and grim as she locked eyes with the both of you. You and Hobie glanced at each other. Small pink flowers started to bloom along the windowsill, much to your chagrin.
With not another second of hesitation, the two of you leapt out of bed, hastily yanking on your suits and swinging out of the window to join Gwen.
To join her in saving Miles Morales, and, ultimately, the multiverse.
Haiii, I saw your post, and I would love to give an idea I had!! You can make it a separate story or something else! It's up to you UwU
I had the idea of Hobie and the reader meeting for the first time at a college party. Reader accidently bumps into Hobie, which makes Hobie catch his attention, and he tries to get closer to Reader. As soon as Reader gets drunk enough, the reader heads into a kiss, which shocked hobie first, but he dived into the kiss! In the end, they probably have semi-public sex in the bathroom of the persons dorm!
Love your works and keep up the work! OwO
Hello, thank you so much!!! I excluded the smut part because of the hobie-age thingy, I'm sorry! But once his age is actually fully out like others say and hes an adult I'll write a pt 2 or an alternative version with smut at the end. Heres the story, I hope its okay!
Drinkin' and kissin'
Hobie Brown x gn!reader
Warning/s: small make out, horribly written, short, no use of y/n, Hobie mentioned to be taller than reader, fluff!
You had been drinking like there was no tomorrow.
Your friends had basically FORCED you to join the college party. You weren't necessarily a huge party person and you didn't have a date either.
Now, the reason you had no date was — first of all, you were shy. Second of all, you weren't all that social. Of course you got asked out alot, you were pretty and smart, but you had no idea how to go on dates or how relationships even work, so you decided to just focus on your life instead, working up to reach your life goals.
But it wasn't always fun, you felt like you were missing out on alot of stuff.
So, you decided to finally give in, putting on one of your favourite outfits (dress/baggy clothes, wtv you want).
You entered the party, and not surprisingly there were way more people than you imagined there would be. There were also alot of guys that asked you out to the party — which you said you weren't going to, so this situation was just straight up awkward.
You tried not to be seen, hiding behind some tall, buff people or behind objects. You didn't really look where you were going, you just kept on hiding and hiding until eventually—
You bumped into someone. Hard.
"O-oh my god I'm so sorry— I wasn't looking-"
He looked like he fell from heaven. He was tall, way taller than anyone you've ever seen, he had an unique style, alot of piercings in his face.
"'ts okay sweetheart, ya okay?" He asked with a little grin.
You blushed deeply, nodding and giving him an apologetic look. You were too shy to even get another word out.
"Wha'? Cat got your tongue?" He chuckled, he was teasing you, there was no hint of anger in his voice.
You bit your lip, looking down in embarassment and mumbling another 'sorry'.
He sighed, taking a hold of your chin with his index finger, making you look up to him.
He smirked, he noticed your blush.
"Name's Hobie"
Hobie. What a beautiful name. He looked so attractive from this angle. You questioned yourself what he looked like from other angles. Also this hot? Even hotte—
He quirked an eyebrow, waiting for you to tell him your name.
You shyly mumbled out your name and he genuinely smiled at you. He found you adorable.
"Alrigh' luv, as much as I enjoy makin' you fold like this, I go'ta do sum, yeah? Maybe if you stay a bi' more, you'll find me at the bar." He spoke, writing down his number on a piece of paper, he slipped it into your hand and left. You clutched into the paper with your dear life, pocketing it. (If you have a dress, you prolly have a lil handbag so you give it in there)
You stood there, blushing and stuttering out a goodbye.
And thats how you ended up drinking the whole time at the party.
You had no idea how much you had drunk, you had lost the count at your 6th shot.
There were alot of people around you, you had started random conversations with them, ignoring the fact that they were flirting with you.
After a while though you got bored and decided to leave, you were tipsy, bumping into alot of people, mumbling out a sorry as they scoffed and let you go.
—Until
one didn't let you go.
"So ya did stay?"
The familiar voice with the thicc british accent.
Hobie.
You looked up at him, he had a smirk on his face, he definitely had already noticed your drunken state.
You fumbled out a few words, discussing something in your head.
"Fuck it." You slurred out and before you knew it your arms were around Hobies neck, you were standing on your tip toes and your lips were on his plump ones.
His eyes went wide into the kiss but once he proceed what was happening, his arms were on your thighs, picking you up to deepen the kiss.
You gasped as you felt him pinch the fat on your thigh, and once the kiss broke, you were a giggling mess.
He shook his head as he chuckled to himself.
"You're really something, ain't ya?"
BONUS
"—and you really trust me this much?"
Hobie asked. You had to sleep somewhere and he didn't want you to go home alone. He couldn't find any of your friends and he was genuinely concerned of what could happen to you. Of course, he was spiderpunk, he could let you go alone and secretly take care of you but— that wouldve been an ass move to do, to let your 'date' go alone home.
You nodded eagerly and he held your hand, taking you home after you told him your address. His heart melted, knowing how much you trust him even though you knew him for a few hours.
He heard about you, he knew you didn't trust anyone this easily, so you probably saw something in him that made you trust him this quick.
As you both arrived to your home, you clinged into him, begging him not to leave. He chuckled, bringing you to bed and lying down next to you.
Right after he even touched the bed, your face was burried into his chest and your body hugged his.
"Well someones eager aren't they?" He snickered out.
You just laughed into his chest, his goodnight and small kiss on your forehead the last thing you remember until you drifted off to sleep.
(Not fully proofread, was once again made in a rush, sorry <\3)
May I request hobie x fem reader where they are friends but the reader is extremely affectionate to hobie? Could you make it where they soon end up dating? feel free to ignore and take care of yourself! Thanks 🙃
Now this is something I can do!
Masterlist
Hobie x fem! reader
Loving your friend
Being friends with Hobie was a crazy ride. And you loved it. He was all over the place and was always in for crazy things, being the "non-labeled" anarchist he is. And you loved it.
As you sat in your bed, staring at the ceiling, you couldn't get your mind from making you squeal and kick your feet. Thoughts of hugging, cuddling, kissing, and just possibly dating at some point filling your mind where nothing else could possibly come into your mind.
You decided it would just be best to go up to the roof of the apartment building you lived at and get some fresh air instead of sitting in your stuffy studio apartment.
As you pulled your phone off the charger and put on your jacket, you walked out the door of your room and began your journey to the roof. Walking down the halls, up the stairs, to the roof, and sitting on the edge of the building. Something you do often. It never really scared you, if anything, it made you think about the reasons why you aren't as depressed as you were a couple months back. But as you thought about it, you realized the main reason, was Hobie.
You looked down to the city below you, so much going on, at such a late time. Everything felt unreal as the cold winter air nipped at your nose as you took in a big, icy breath before letting it out. Sometimes you felt so at ease, you didn't even think of Hobie, but you were just so obsessed with him to the point where you barely got a break from him being on your mind. Closing your eyes, you felt the peace of being there, in the moment, hit you. The joy of having a friend who cared about you made the edges of your lips rise up.
however, you were interrupted briefly after by the sound of your phone going off, you didn't know who it was from this late. You looked at your phone and noticed the time first thing.
2:45 am
The next thing you noticed was who texted you, your eyes sparkling as soon as you read the name.
Hobie brown ❤️:New message.
Opening your phone you read the text message with a wide smile across your face, replying faster than you wanted to.
Hobie: Hey. U up?
You: , can't get sleep anymore it seems lmao
Hobie: Wanna come over? I got those cookies you like so much.
You: Hell yea! Be over in 10
You gave off a big smile while creating a fist near your face and pulling your arm back in victory. You got up and started walking down the steps, but this time all the way outside where you put a pep in your step as you began to walk over to Hobie's flat.
As you started your 8 minute walk to Hobie's place, you didn't know it, but he was watching you. The building right across from the one you were sitting at the top of had a great hiding spot, and he knew you were up the whole time. As Hobie swung a web over in the direction of where his flat was he couldn't help but smile under the mask. The happiness he saw on your face whenever he invited you over made him overwhelmed with a warm, fuzzy feeling. A feeling he didn't feel often. At least when he wasn't around you.
Knocking on his door you struck a pose, Knowing when he opened the door, he was expecting you to do that. You struck a new pose every time you came over. He pretended like he didn't know it was coming, but he always knew it was coming. And boy did he love it.
When he opened the door he let out a laugh as you stood there, making a jokingly stupid pose, holding up two peace signs as you stood up straight and gave him a side hug, how you usually greeted him. He let you in but not before feeling nervous, he never usually found being around a nerve racking thing. But tonight, yup, he got the nerves on.
As you walked in you went straight to the pantry, looking for the cookies he promised you. Obviously he put them in a basket, a basket of things for you. He always kept snacks in a basket so that you didn't eat all of his food that he had to spend all that time either shopping for or stealing.
Hobie turned around and walked over to the coach, slightly man spreading as his legs extended needing room to stretch out so he could be more comfortable. "Oi, bitch. Why do ya look so out of breath, did you just get back from a workout of some shit?" you said to Hobie as he looked over to you, as he tried to figure out what he could convince you with that he was doing. "I- uhh. I had to clean a bit, rushin' ya know." he responded calmly, and you believed it. You went to sit on the couch next to him (with you cookies) as he looked for a good TV channel to watch.
After finding a good channel you two sat on the couch together for hours. Eventually the sun threatened the dark, navy blue sky with its presence as Hobie looked over to your sleeping form as you began to wake up. Your eyes fluttering open. "How'd ya sleep?" he said to you as you yawned and stretched, the blanket he put over you last night falling off. "Alright" you said as you looked over to him, you swore you had hearts for eyes. Even in the morning this dude looked damn gorgeous in front of you.
"I was wondering," you were cut off in your train of thought by Hobie scratching the back of his neck, still looking at you, his beginning of a question making you perk up. "I was wondering if I could take ya out, 8 pm maybe, ya know." he said leaning back into the coach.
You looked over at him wide eyed. There ain't no way he just said that. You blinked twice. Was this real. I mean he seemed normal. Oh shit...this is real. You stuttered a bit, taken back by how he just put it out there, "Uhh- well- wow umm."
"If you don't want to you don't gatta." he said as he looked you in the eyes, you swear he had a little disappointment in there as well. "No. What I mean to say is yes, Hobie. That sounds brill."
*8:00 pm*
The two of you walked down the street, going to his destination. He brought you to a tea shop, he did say you didn't have to dress up, and you saw why. You were actually quite happy with the first date choice. The two of you sat there and talked for hours and the random things you could think of. Both of you couldn't take your eyes off of one another. Every second ticked by as words flew out of your mouths as you drank you tea. Laughter and smiles all around the room as people thought of how cute the two of you were, non stop talking apparently not bothering them as bad as you thought it would both people in Britain.
After the tea, the two of you went on a walk. Where? Who the hell knows, you sure didn't, but you didn't care. You two were having fun. You ding-dong ditched people, and tapped on people's windows. You walked around and acted drunk and you could swear you could fly right then and there.
"Alrighty, you're acting like you're all boozed-up." Hobie said with a chuckle as you walked to the door of your studio apartment. "Hobie, thank you for tonight." you said as you looked up at him after unlocking and slightly opening the door. "No problem, love. Next week, ya free."
You looked up at him and gave a gentle smile. You pushed yourself up on your tippie toes and kissed him on the check. "Yea', I'm free." you said as you walked into your apartment, closing the door behind you.
As Hobie walked out of the apartment complex, he thought about what you just did. And as he gave a toothy grin, placing his hands in his pockets and walking back to his place. He knew, you where the person he thinks he might make an exception to him "no-labels" rule.
I hope this is okay, I honestly didn't know what to write it just sounded too cute. I'm so sorry if it isn't what you were wanting or expecting.
warnings: nothing rlly, just fluff and cheesy romance lol
a/n: made this for my friend so it might be a litttleee bad
summary: hobie sneaks into your room, waking you up from your sleep.
you flip around in your sheets, shielding yourself from the cold air escaping into your bedroom from the slightly open window. you bury your head into the pillow, dozing off into a deep sleep. as you roll around, a loud thud is heard from your rooftop — then follows a series of footsteps coming down towards the stairs outside your apartment. the window opens wider with a quiet squeak while a pair of boots hits the floor. you cover your head with the blanket. hobie chuckles, making an effort to walk over to you quietly, and slowly. he sits on the edge of your bed making sure to remove his jacket and shoes.
“hey,” he whispers as he leans into you. you don’t budge. his large hand travels to your arm, shaking you slightly. “love,” he whispers out again. you whine in protest. he laughs, sliding his hand down to your back. you turn your head, squinting into the darkness. “hobie?” you mumble. “mhm.” he says with a grin. “didn’t know you were goin’ to be asleep.” you shrug as you turn your whole body to face him. you scoot over to the wall, patting the empty spot next to you softly. he snickers as he settles himself next to you. he plants kisses from your forehead, then to your nose, your cheek, quickly to your lips, and all the way to your neck. you giggle at the sensation, pushing his shoulders away from you, teasingly. “i missed you,” he mutters as he hugs your waist. “really?” he looks down at you, jokingly furrowing his brows with a large frown. “yes, of course i missed you.”
you kiss him on the lips, “i missed you more.” he shakes his head. “i doubt that.” you roll your eyes, you take a moment to pull him closer, hugging him tightly. you listen to the faint heartbeat in his chest. his hand comes up to stroke the back of your neck. he leans down to kiss you again. you rub your eyes, yawing quietly. “i got no sleep last night,” he tilts his head, “mm, why’s that?” you look back up at him, “because your god awful band kept me awake aaallll niighhttt.” you mumbled, dragging out the last words. he laughs, “please, you love my band.” you hum in response. although you had been dating hobie for a while, you still had the same nervous knot in your stomach everytime he entered a room. the longer you looked into his eyes, the faster your face seemed to heat up. you turn away, hiding your smile into his shoulder. “what?” he chuckles. you shake your head, just laying in his arms quietly.
the peaceful ambience from the streets of london rattled against your open window, filling the room with the much needed noise. “you know, this is nice,” he said, his voice soft in the quiet room. you turned to him, meeting his gaze. “yea,” you replied, feeling a blush start to creep across your cheeks. “i’m glad we're doing this,” he said, looking at you with a small smile. you giggle awkwardly, “doing what, laying in the same bed?” he laughs sarcastically in response to your question. “no, no, i meant i’m glad we’re together like this. it’s…” he stops for a minute to think about his words. “…intimate,” you raise an eyebrow. “intimate?” you repeat back. “yeah, you know — i mean we’re cuddling, just yapping our ass off about how much we love each other.”
you both stare at each other for a moment, neither of you able to look away. “i’m the luckiest guy in the universe,” he said, breaking the silence. you beamed, feeling your heart beat in your chest, your hands resting on the back of his neck. “i can see you sweating.” he whispers. you scoff, “stop it, you’re ruining the mood.” he grins, leaning down in one swift movement, his parted lips found yours, and you melted into the kiss. you both laid there, absorbing each others presence, warm bodies pressed up against one another. his large hands roam around your body, softly squeezing at your waist. you wrap your arms around his shoulders in an attempt to get even closer. the space between you had disappeared — and only the faint noises of sighs escaped your mouths. when you finally pulled away, you both lay across each other, breathing heavily. “see what i mean? you’re too good for me.” he gives you a sly grin.
you couldn't help but return his smile. “yea, okay,” you replied, feeling content and love struck. your relationship with hobie seemed to have strengthened after the kiss you two had shared. you both curled up together, hobie holding you tightly as you drifted off back to sleep.
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summary: hobie's gotten into some bad fights before, but today he decides to crash at yours.
a/n: yes i know my first piece was hobie and yes i do love hobie very much and yes i know this may seem a little bit rushed so i am very sorry for that
cw: lowercase intentional, calls reader "mother hen", mentions of injuries, pain, stitches, blood, holding a pillow over a mouth
WHEN YOU GOT the knock on your window, you didn't really know what to expect.
of course hobie had dropped by before, whether to say hi or to invite you swinging with him. but never this late. so when you peered out the window and saw him waiting, you couldn't help but frown.
"is everything alright?" were the first words out of your mouth as he slipped in through your now-opened window. he gave you a teasing grin that looked more like a grimace, and chuckled softly.
"you're a real mother hen, ain't ya? can't a guy stop by just to say hi?" he asked, sounding halfway amused. you narrowed your eyes when you saw him clutching his side, reaching out to brush your fingers across his arm before looking back at him with an accusing frown.
"you overdid it again, didn't you? got in one too many fights, and now you're hurt," you said, fingers closing around his wrist as you tugged him to sit on your bed. "stay," you said, opening your closet to look for your first aid kit.
"'m not no dog of yours," he grumbled, staying put either way. "i just needa couple of your bandages, 'nd i'll be off. no stress."
you rolled your eyes, shutting your closet door with your foot as you made your way back to the bed. "sure. take off the shirt, let's see how bad it is," you said, ignoring the teasing look he sent you.
"oh? won't ya take me out to dinner first?" he said, tugging his shirt up and off. you were momentarily distracted by his form, your cheeks warming, before you saw the trickles of blood along his skin and snapped out of it.
"i'll get you your dinner after i'm certain you won't bleed out," you said simply, popping open the first aid kit and stretching out your arms, then grabbing an antiseptic wipe. "say your prayers; this is gonna hurt."
his eyes widened slightly at the wipe in your hands, and you swore you saw him gulp. "y-yeah, as if," he said, casting his glance to the side. "do your worst."
you bit your lip to stifle a chuckle, leaning forward to touch the wipe to his injured skin. immediately he was tensing, a pained groan escaping his lips and an arm shooting up to catch your wrist.
"w-wait," he gasped, trembling slightly. your eyes widened. he must've been in a lot more pain than he'd let on to be reacting this way.
"breathe, hobes," you said, switching the antiseptic to your other hand. "you can scream into my pillow if you need to, but just breathe. i'll be done soon."
he nodded, releasing your wrist in a jerking motion and grabbing your pillow to hold to his mouth. as you continued cleaning his wounds, you could feel his muscles, taut like a wire, beneath the touch of the wipe.
it was merely for a few minutes, but to hobie it felt like hours. and then you were cleaning the blood off with a wet tissue and then bandaging his wounds. the deeper gash on his side would need stitches, that was for sure, but you knew your hands would shake too much.
"you've done so well, hobes," you murmur, pressing a kiss to his cheek. he was all bandaged up now, a cotton pad and a bandaid over the large gash - you would either tackle it tomorrow or get him to the hospital. "good job. you wanna eat?" you offered, tugging the pillow off his face.
he looked almost delirious - from pain or lack of oxygen from how hard he held the pillow to his face, you'd never know.
"mhm.." he hummed, blinking up at you. he raised an arm to you, tugging at your shirt. "thanks, (y/n)," he mumbled. so he's still coherent, thank god.
"let's get you that dinner then? i can do a quick sandwich, if you want."
he nodded, sitting up tiredly and leaning against you, long arms wrapped around you and preventing you from getting up. "yes, please.. sounds good."
you hummed, patting his back. "c'mon, then."
this feels so rushed and i am so very sorry but i just didn't know where else to go with this 😭 doing my best i promise
hope you enjoyed a tiny bit!! have a great night!! <3
Authors note: heyyyy! it’s been so long since I’ve posted anything but I read so many fics about this man and still haven’t written one myself. so here we are.
contents: fluffff, f!reader(not rlly described or anything like that), intimacy(ima sucker for this i cant lie😼), taking a bath together, college-aged reader, vague nudity
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Today was by far one of the worst days you’ve had in a long time. Class was especially difficult and the lack of sleep didn’t help much. It’s been going on for a few weeks now, but there wasn’t much that could be done. You’d spent so many restless nights doing homework and trying to catch up on the lessons but everything was getting to be too much. But in the midst of that, you hadn’t realized that you were starting to lose your grip on things. But being with Hobie made it more bearable.
Most nights he was there per your request. But tonight was different. He knew that he wanted to help you, so he started small.
As you walked to the front door of your shared apartment you let out a deep sigh. The lights in the hallway were out and Hobie wasn’t there to greet you at the door. It made you sad, but it was just another thing that made this day harder. Before thinking too much about it, you dropped your bags and made your way to the bathroom.
As you’d gotten closer to the door, there was a dim yellow light flickering behind the door. And the smell of lavender vanilla wafted in the air. As you opened the door Hobie stood waiting to welcome you with open arms. The bathroom was filled with little yellow candles and beautiful rose petals. The light from the candles danced beautifully against the shiny bubbles that filled the bathtub.
“Hobie, what’s all this?” you asked quietly.
The man in front of grasped your hand gently and pulled you forward, whispering into your ear. “It’s all for you my love. Let me take care of you tonight.”
As his lips barely grazed the shell of your ear, he’d managed to slip his hands under your t-shirt lifting it up and off of your body. There was nothing you could say, you were in such awe of the scene in front of you that you couldn’t help but go along with him. He did all this for me?
“Can you step out these for me love?” Hobie says as he pulls your jeans down to your ankle. He let you do the rest, not want to overstep all at once.
As you both stripped down, he stepped into the warm bath first, holding your hands as you step in after him. Before you know it, your back is rested against his chest and the moment is so beautiful. In moments like these it was hard not to get sappy.
“Hobie, thank you so much for this. I love you so much, thank you.” You said trying to ignore the tears welling in your eyes.
“There’s no need to say thank you. I wanted to do this for you, my love. been so stressed lately I just wanted to give you some time to relax.” Hobie whispered gently.
Author’s Note: I am back in my hometown! And I will do my best to release the remaining installations within the next week or so! So great to see you all again, and here is the third installment of ‘Just For You’. Please keep in mind that if you are apart of the ‘Mature’ audience (16+), this is considered the final part of ‘Just For You’, as the last two installments include adult themes. You’ll spend all your time with Hobie in this installment since I integrated so much plot into the series, I hope you enjoy :))
With Love,
— Turquoizxe.
Installation (3/5) : ‘Chuffed’
‘Just For You’ Masterlist for previous/future installations
Rating ― Mature (17+)
➝ After that night, you gave your situation a deep thought, but knowing Hobie best, he knew how to win you over. What better way to make up for lost time other than spending an entire day together?
𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 ― Fluff overload, college student and Spiderwoman duties!
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ― Some serious topics (mentions of death, reader opens up about her time in HQ *’friend’s name remains anonymous so you can insert a friend of your own), angst, small use of foul language, suggestive comments, finals week (uni students iykyk), kissing (nothing too spicy)
𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 — 3.8k
Chuffed; pleased or happy
Deciphering your feelings was such a hard thing to do when it came to romance.
You couldn’t remember the last time you’ve felt this way about anybody, or if you have at all. Hobie Brown has always been such a stoic individual, but that seemed to fade away the more time he spent with you — and he welcomed it with open arms.
You adored one another, there was no doubts about it. After confessing, he didn’t give you a reason to doubt that, but there was a bigger problem that lingered when he confessed to you. He wasn’t from your world, and you weren’t sure how it would work. And as much as you wanted him around, you weren’t sure if it would be in a way that either of you wanted.
And here he is, staying at your place for the night after you trespassed into the University’s lab. Just moments earlier, sharing a rather heated moment before you realized you had to keep composure about yourself before you made that decision. Whether you think it was possible to be with him, and as much as you desired it — you weren’t sure if reality would prevail.
You had changed into pajamas, an obnoxiously oversized shirt, with shorts underneath, sitting on the couch as you awaited for his return. You already had your television set to your series you watched together, snacks waiting to be consumed on the coffee table in front of you. Hobie went back to his Earth to grab some of his belongings for the overnight stay, casually using his watch to transport back into your living room.
Hobie called your name for the third time, waving his hand in front of you to catch your attention, not realizing that you were lost in your thoughts.
“Oi, didn’ lose you did I?” The tall punk chuckled, taking a seat next to you, and his clothes also changed into something more comfortable. He grabbed the bucket of popcorn once you had pressed the play button. Shyly, you took a seat closer to him, he softly smiled down at you, but you weren’t able to see if due to your eyes being glued to the screen in front of you both. Don’t get it twisted, you were very happy that he was here with you. Only, considering the circumstances and the fact that you confessed to him just moments ago, you almost forgot how to behave normally. The atmosphere had visibly changed, and these new feelings that he was now fully aware of made it even more awkward. Mostly, for you.
Hobie has wanted you for a while now, but he always looked to you for confirmation. He didn’t want to scare you away. He could tell you wanted to come closer, but you seemed too anxious.
You looked down to where his hand was traveling— sneaking closer to where your back rested, and you looked up at him, his eyes searching for your permission. You wanted this so bad, but there were so many conflicts you weren’t sure of. Hobie was more than determined to rid of those in any way possible, starting small. You gave a small nod, but he tilted his head, signalling for verbal confirmation.
“Go..ahead.”
He smirked, gently wrapping his arm around you, and took it upon your self to cuddle closer into his side, letting your fears go away. You had thought about this for the past month; how could you work this out when you’re literally from two different planets?
But if he can teleport into your apartment at any given time, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad to manage.
For the next hour, you had watched your series in such a comfortable silence, and you could (unfortunately) count the times on your fingers how often you and Hobie shared your time together with no interruptions. Though, you still felt that small part of your brain, eagerly waiting for his monitor to beep or vibrate annoyingly as if he didn’t mute the device in front of you.
The man you dare to call your boyfriend is in the Spiderverse, saving the world, and you slightly felt bad for wanting to be selfish for once and spend time with him. The world could be ending at this very moment, but you wouldn’t feel bad if you died spending time with your—
Boyfriend? Would he even call you his girlfriend? He’s never been big on labels, and to no surprise, you are the opposite. Putting labels puts your mind at ease, knowing that you have confirmation of what you see and what you feel.
“You don’ have t’be so scared, [Name].”
You hadn’t realized how fidgety you happen to get when you get too intimate with your thoughts. You had long forgotten the plot of the episode that was playing on your screen, softly biting your lip. You could feel his eyes on you, so you looked up. His orbs were glossed over with love, his hand caressing your hips to soothe you. He leaned over to the coffee table, grabbing the remote to pause the show. You watched his every move, setting the snacks aside. He moved, his front facing yours.
He could tell you had a lot on your mind, and if you were going to be together, he always wants to make sure that his girl is heard.
“Let’s chat, yeah?”
“About what,” you scoffed, beginning to look away again, until you feel his hand softly guide your face to look back at him. You sighed, knowing that there wasn’t any way to escape this.
“What if...we don’t work?”
“I’m willin’ to take that chance w’you,” he quips, his hand placing over yours, giving it a soft squeeze to loosen your doubts, but you didn’t mean it in the way that he thinks.
“No Hobie ― we’re from two different worlds, you don’t think this is disrupting a canon somehow,” your voice is barely above a whisper, softly chuckling at what you thought was a weak attempt at a joke, but Hobie could see you shaking.
“Oh, come out of it.” He pulls you toward him like you’re weightless, gasping at his sudden movement. He held you, your legs resting on either side of him. You don’t remember being this close to him outside of his lips attached to you.
“If searchin’ outside of my world mean’ I ge’to meet a peng ting like you, then that’s my canon,” he exclaims, arms wrapped so tightly around you, as if he was scared to let you go. You felt his lips on you once more, softly whimpering as he suckled on your collarbone, traveling to your cheeks, the metal on his lips cooling your skin as Hobie plants a soft kiss on your nose. You couldn’t help but giggle at the gesture.
“You’re my girl, yeah?”
Oh, how you’ve longed to hear those words, nearly melting into his embrace once they spilled from his lips. You felt a smile spread across your face, and a smirk from him followed, his hands caressing your hips, awaiting for your the answer that he was confident in.
“As long as you’re my guy.”
Before you knew it, the asscrack of dawn made its appearance. The sun shined shamelessly from your window, nearly blinding you the moment you opened your eyes, quickly closing them back shut, turning in the opposite direction, feeling a warmth wash over you.
You didn’t think he’d still be here, Hobie’s arm hung over your waist, his fingertips softly grazing the skin under your shirt. He felt your movements, taking the opportunity to kiss tenderly along your neck. Your hand grabbed to where his were placed in your shirt, tempted to stay in bed when you knew you both had things to do.
“Mornin’,” he cooed, pulling you closer, continuing to smother you in kisses. You groaned in response, prying his hands off you, and sitting up on the bed.
“We gotta get up Hobs.” His back was turned to you when you looked back, and scoffed at you being responsible. Saturday mornings were your favorite, no classes, little to no responsibilities. If finals weren’t 48 hours away, you would’ve happily stayed in bed with your boyfriend. You superhero duties and other distractions left your notes unattended on your work desk.
You had tidied up your room a bit, not necessarily dirty, but not clean either― disheveled to say the least. Hobie used his arm as leverage, admiring you and he continued to lay in bed, watching you pick up the remaining clothing and tossing them into a hamper near your bedroom door. You glanced at him from time to time while you made your room look presentable, taking note that he was enamored with your ass. He was so glad you didn’t wear many clothes to bed.
You exit your bedroom to start freshening up for the day, your lover groaning and questioning why you couldn’t stay in bed for another hour at his expense. You were tempted beyond words to stay in for a while longer, but you needed to study. And you needed to keep those scholarships.
“I need to do well on my exams, Hobie. Our little adventure last night didn’t necessarily include me actually having time to study,” you huff out. The hours were beginning to weigh in on you again, having so much, yet so little time until you had to take a painfully long exam that determined the rest of your academic career. You felt so sure, but now that the walls are closing in, you feel the doubt creep its way in. Hobie sees the worry on your face when you come back into your room, and glances over at your poorly scribbled notes from last night where you were also looking.
He arose from the comfort of your bed, walking towards you as he placed his hands around your hips.
“I know how importan’ this is f’you, if you wan’, I can stay and help you study?”
Honestly, he could care less about you studying, he just wanted to spend more time with you. You could drop out right now and the man wouldn’t even bat an eye. But he knew where your heart lies, and your education was always first, he knew that almost better than anyone else [your parents]. His heart nearly melted at the twinkle in your eyes when he brought up the idea. That is until you brought up the Spot situation.
“I thought you’d be off at HQ by now?”
“I couldn’ give a rats ass what they do righ’ now, bu’ I promise they have everythin’ covered, love.”
Hobie’s overwhelming stature hovered over you as he placed his arms around you, and lifting you from the ground, your face now leveled with his.
“Let’s spend the day togetha’. Jus’ you and me.”
Never in a million years did you think that you would be granted to spend an entire day with your favorite person. Even as extreme as his beliefs when it comes to the education system, he was willing to spend an entire day to help you study for your exams. If that wasn’t true love, then you weren’t sure of anything else.
Hobie cooked you breakfast that morning, your favorite. Showering you with kisses when you began to get ready for the day, and packing your supplies. You knew for a fact that studying at home was not an option. You have tried, but there are way too many distractions in the comfort of your own home. Your television, your bed, your switch, your bed, literally anything else, your bed. You always made sure to study in your campus library, but not without grabbing your morning drink at the coffee shop before heading over. Being organized was a big part of your life, and it would fall apart if your agenda was not in your backpack at all times.
Hobie, being himself, made it his mission to make sure that you didn’t have to rely on transportation, masked up and ready to go, eager to carry you like a backpack, but you insisted on walking like you usually do (*you did not want to make national news that a college student was dating a Spiderman from another universe). He didn’t mind the decision much, he liked hearing how organized you were, and what you had planned for today.
You thanked the gods above that you somehow found a study room in your library, rarely being able to snag one, no matter what time of the day it was. You had set out your belongings so precisely, Hobie could tell within a heartbeat that you were serious about this. He could almost feel your determination when a stack of cards were in front of his face.
“After I review these lectures, I need you to recite every definition to me, and I have to state the term correctly,” you explain, powering your laptop, a concerning amount of tabs open the moment you log in. Just for a moment, he regretted offering to help you study.
“All 150 of them.”
Scratch that, he’d be overjoyed if you dropped out right now.
You spent what felt like an eternity reviewing presentation and lectures. And Hobie made it his mission to make sure you took breaks every hour, with hints of teasing here and there. He was astounded that your brain wasn’t fried from all the information you were forced to retain for a piece of paper that likely only had 30 questions on it. Oh, his innocent mind, you wanted nothing more than to go back to the comforts of your bed, with your boyfriend peppering you with kisses. Once it was time for you to review the terms, you were sure that Hobie was more stressed than you as he read the definitions out loud to you. You were anxious as he read them out to you, but you are determined to pass your finals. And Hobie believed you could.
Moments eerily passed by as he read out sentences to you, you responding with your terms that were placed out on a separate sheet. Some you answered confidently, and others, not so much. Otherwise, your ‘correct’ pile was significantly higher than the ‘incorrect’. You just had to be confident in what you knew, and there was no shame in that.
You nervously counted the ones you got correct, and calculating the accuracy while doing so.
“What do you need to pass, dove?”
“75.”
You placed the final cards aside, grinning at your final score, jumping up and down with such a joy you haven’t felt in a long time.
“90!” You exclaimed, jumping in Hobie’s arms, earning a chuckle from him, a kiss on the cheek, and more words of affirtmation, he knew that you could do it. But he wanted you to believe that more than anything.
After that review, you spent a little more time reviewing your incorrect answers before calling it a day for studying. You had agreed to let Hobie sling you back home to avoid the afternoon traffic, which gave you the idea to do some patrolling while he’s still here. You could probably knock out more crime in half the time with him here. You weren’t as on edge about this if you were both in your Spidersuits, and no one would have any ideas of your identity.
So, you fought off bad guys with your boyfriend, and you couldn’t remember the last time patrol was a fun experience for you. Tripping shoplifters with webbed traps, flying across town, civilians in awe of you and the other fellow that followed closely behind. You were more than sure that news outlets would ask about your relationship, the possibility of another Spiderman, and you also knew that Miguel was likely watching, pissed that Hobie was in another world making himself known, and boy did the proud punk love the thought of it.
You swung back to the top of your apartment after patrol, looking at the evening sky above you as the day began to slowly come to a close. Your feet dangled from the edge of the building, that deep feeling in the pit of your stomach growing stronger as Hobie held you close, deepening the kiss. Yes, you did in fact finish patrolling a little early so you two could makeout. The law enforcement were rather relieved that you both disappeared, as Hobie’s appearance awed hundreds of paparazzi’s and fans to follow you around on your patrol adventures, making traffic even more aggravating.
Hobie tugged on your lip, pratically begging for your permission, tongue making an effort to latch onto yours. It’s torture the way you tease him, but he also thought that maybe there was another catch here. Your passionate moment came to a halt after Hobie’s watch let out a chime, a feeling of dread flashing across your face, your boyfriend finding amusement in your pain.
“I fuckin’ love it when you get mad.”
You knew you couldn’t get too comfortable with his company. He sat up and chuckled, checking on whatever notification was sent. You propped up on your elbows, watching closely at his movements, but he never got up.
“No worries. We’ve still got time to kill.”
Your eyes were still glued to his watch, Hobie’s eyes following yours before opening his mouth.
“You never told me about your time in HQ.”
“I don’t think there’s any need to,” you quip, arising dramatically, and dropping from the building to web back into your bedroom, the tall Brit following right behind you, sensing the dramatic change in the mood. This wasn’t an easy topic for you, after the intervention with Miles, he had an idea that you time in the Spiderverse wasn’t the best, but he didn’t want you to hide from him.
You stood behind your kitchen counter, staring at him intensely, awaiting for a smart ass remark from him that never came.
“After what I told Miles, I thought you wouldn’t bring it up.”
“No one likes talking about their canon, but I thought that we could get past thi―“
“No, Hobie,” you were quick to cut off, becoming aggravated, but still speaking softly, trying to remain neutral. You didn’t like speaking about your canon.
You look away, determined to not let him see your small smile before beginning to speak again. If he knows everything else, why keep this a secret.
“I was in the Spiderverse HQ for a year.”
Hobie lets out a whistle, quickly understanding why this situation possibly weighed heavier on you. The man couldn’t give less of a fuck about HQ, only joining to look out for Gwen, and kept to himself if it wasn’t her, Pav, or other bandmates he was hanging with.
“I had a friend from my childhood...and I cared about them alot,” you started, feeling the tears already start to spill from your face as you reminiscence on the memories you shared together in the Spiderverse.
“When I joined the Spiderverse, I had been sent on a mission, where I found them in another world, where they were a Spiderperson and I was not. We got close really fast.”
“On of our missions, their canon event happened, and lost both of their parents in an accident.”
“One night, we snuck into Miguel’s lab and went to figure out how to travel to another dimension where their parents were alive.” You felt shivers travel down your spine, the more you began to explain to him, Hobie already aiding to you as you hid in his arms, softly sobbing, but willing to continue.
“The moment they were caught playing the role of their other self, they wanted to find a way to get out, but it was too late.” At this point, you were sobbing uncontrollably, Hobie finding your last few words unintelligible as you tried to ecth them out through your dry throat.
“I couldn’t get them out of the Universe in time, and in return, their original Universe also fell apart, and they went missing in mine. Miguel found out, and kicked me out of the league.”
Hobie quite literally had no response that was appropriate for the situation that occured. So he did what he did best, he held you close, whispering soft coos and telling you not to worry. It shocked you when Miguel disclosed to Miles that he also tried your method at one point, which is why he was so taken aback by your actions.
“You have such a big heart, [Name], you couldn’ have known the outcome.”
“But I did!” you exclaim, pulling away from him. You expressed how the entire situation gave you a queasy feeling, but because it was your friend, and you wanted them to have their family back. You saw how much it tore them apart, and you ignored your gut. Not a day goes by where you don’t blame yourself that you lost your bestfriend.
You were somewhat indifferent that you told Hobie your big secret, the day was so perfect; why did he have to ruin it by asking that fucking question.
“I know tha’ was rough to tell me, but I’m here for you, and anythin’ you may need.”
Hobie walked back up to your figure, begrudgingly staring down at your feet once more, feeling his fingers intertwine with yours, and making you look up at him like he always does.
For what felt like an eternity, the burdens and chains that held onto you were released. If there’s one thing Hobie knew how to do, it was to wash away your doubts. You were almost sure that he was in every right to call you a maniac for what happened to your best friend. You felt his arms wrap around you tenderly once more, embracing his stature with open arms.
Your moment, as always, was cut with a beep from his watch, but the emergency chime was going off. You knew for sure that Hobie had to leave you, you whined, squeezing him for more comfort. Hobie sighed softly, apologizing, but he had to go. For what it’s worth, you were glad you got to spend an entire day with him.
He opened a portal, looking back before stepping forward.
“Since I spen’ an entire day in your world, why not come in mine?”
You almost felt your heart explode into pieces. Maybe this wouldn’t be such a bittersweet end to your day together.
“We’re performin’ after your finals week, I’ll come pick you up― I already have a seaprate section f’you.” Hobie loved the smile that plastered on your lips the more he kept talking. He’d would absolutely ignore the call if it wasn’t an emergency.
“For me, huh?”
“Jus’ for you.”
As always, please leave comments below on the series and if you’re enjoying it so far, god I’ve missed writing so much, all love to Sony and Hobie for breaking me out of my hiatus.
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