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Never EVER forget that this was improvised.

NEVER EVER FORGET! 😤❤️

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I came out of Barbie with one single thought in my head and that was that I wanted Ken’s “I am Kenough” sweatshirt immediately

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I came out of Barbie with one single thought in my head and that was that I wanted Ken’s “I am Kenough” sweatshirt immediately

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RYAN GOSLING "I wouldn't dare Ken-splain the Barbie movie."

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thinkin' about hobie's hands. specifically, his rings. the silver rings on each finger that he never takes off. the metal rubs against your tongue when he tells you to suck his fingers so he can stretch you out. and when he's done with your mouth those ringed fingers drag along your gummy walls giving more stimulation as his lithe fingers press against your g-spot.

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oh....... nun j thinking about ROCKSTARBF!HOBIE.

ROCKSTARBF!HOBIE who can't tour without you. You're his lucky charm, and he says his shows are "utter shite" without you. The two of you have a routine, 3 kisses, one on his throat, the second for his nose, and the last for his lips. He doesn't say so, but he expects his 3 kisses for every show.

ROCKSTARBF!HOBIE who always wraps a ringed hand around your jaw when you kiss him, holding you steady. He slips off one of your own rings to put it on a silver chain he wears around his neck and rarely takes off. He says it's another lucky charm of his.

ROCKSTARBF!HOBIE who plays riffs for you and writes lyricless love songs for you. His riffs border on apocalyptic with how angelic they can sound, when he plays songs that remind him of you, like neo soul and rnb.

ROCKSTARBF!HOBIE who teaches you guitar as you're seated in his lap, his lengthy arms hanging over yours as he moves your hands along the frets. He gives you soft songs of praise as you play, saying things like "Doin' so good, sweet ting you are," and "That's it, my girl, keep on it," even if you're shit at it.

ROCKSTARBF!HOBIE who lets you wear his punk jewelry, despite it not matching your current aesthetic at all. Hobie loves the fact that the jewelry is so clearly his, because it tangibly ties the two of you together.

ROCKSTARBF!HOBIE who cant keep his hands off you. Whether it’s linking pinkies, his hands wrapped around his waist, or his hand in your back pocket, he needs to be touching you. He’s all teasing touches and soft smirks, no matter who’s around to see you two.

ROCKSTARBF!HOBIE who naps with you backstage before shows. His hands are holding you tight to him as he snoozes, occasionally shuffling his shoulders to get more comfortable. Hobie doesn’t do labels, but his band can totally tell that y’all go together. Real bad.

no thoughts. just ROCKSTARBF!HOBIE.

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hobie is so rockstar bf idk how to describe it 🤷🏽‍♀️🧍🏾‍♀️

no he literally is a rockstar boyfriend.

but not in that generic tiktok way like he’s an actual rockstar boyfriend. scrawny, all limbs and piercings and ripped clothes that have rips not just because they’re cool, but because hobie’s just gotten them while going about his day. he smells like smoke and laundry and strong deodorant and just a little bit of a musk that smells good more than it does bad. his hands are rough but the skin on the back of them is soft, in the parts where he doesn’t have scars that he tells you about after a show, back against the outer-brick walls of the pub and a cigarette loose from his lips.

he’s all “don’t care what you wear, babe” because he can fight. and he can. and he will. he’s mellow, not short tempered, but he will step in the middle if he needs to. he knows a guy who knows a guy. and everyone knows him, always shouts of his name from different directions when you two walk into rooms.

he’s popular, loved, slightly feared, told about in an almost mysterious way. but he’s all yours.

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Split

Crossed Chapter 3

“He wants to stop his next canon event, by trying to save you.”

You whip your head towards Miguel, ears ringing as you barely processed what he had all but snarled at you. His claws had come out and he was gunning for you. Before you could speak before you could think, before you could breathe, Hobie had a firm grip around your waist as he shot his web fluid up towards the ceiling, hoisting you up with him.

“Hang on,” Hobie grunts.

“Stop them!” Miguel shouts.

All variations of Spider-Men look torn, some slowly starting to move toward you an Hobie, and the rest looking around with their feet planted.

Chasing Miles to stop him from getting back to his world to save his father is one thing, helping Miguel stop Hobie so he can make sure you die (even if Miguel has to murder you himself) is a new low.

Once Hobie gets you both up into one of the rafters, he lets go of you to fiddle with his watch, stopping every few seconds to shoot his webs at the few advancing spiders, and especially Miguel, who is clawing his way up to you in a rage.

“Um, Hobie…”

More of the Spiders decided to join Miguel in his efforts.

“C’mere quick,” he pulls you in front of him to slide his watch onto your wrist. Your eyes widen, and as soon as it latches on to you, he presses something on it and a portal opens.

He continues to shoot his webs at Miguel who is nearly on the same rafter as you. Hobie shoves you behind him and toward the portal.

“Go! ‘m right behind ya!”

You had a horrible, horrible feeling about this.

“I’m not leaving without you!”

Hobie doesn’t look at you, preoccupied with slowing Miguel down.

“Yes you are. I’ll be right behind you.”

“You promise?”

He glances back at you and gives a cocky half grin.

“O’course I promise love.”

You hesitate for a second, but are spurred to action when red webbing nearly catches you.

Hobie turns back around, deadly serious as he does his best to stall and protect you.

You’re mostly in the portal and you turn to Hobie.

“Come on Hobie, let’s go!” Desperation bleeds through your voice.

He shoots another volley of webs, and has successfully pinned most of the other Spiders that were after them down.

He turns and runs, and you breathe a sigh of relief. Part of you thought he was going to be a hero and stay behind. You should have known better.

Hobie is an arms length away from the portal when he glitches.

You gasp, fear stabbing at your heart as he drops to his knees, panting. He gets up on one knee and any hope you had turns into dread. A lasso of red webbing cinches itself around Hobie and tugs him backwards.

Hobie is on the floor and glitches again. The last thing you see of him is his face screwed up in pain. You flick your eyes up toward Miguel O’Hara, who now towers over Hobie. There’s a fire in his eyes as a violent “NO!” rips from his throat.

The portal closes with you in it.

You’re in your apartment, not registering the tears steadily rolling down your cheeks.

“You promised…”

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tag-list: @hellok1ttycake @bleuatlas @bowtieandfez

@donuts342

#atsv hobie #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown #hobie my beloved #hobie brown x you #hobie x you #light angst #multichapter #crossed #crossed update

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Working on chapter 3!!!

The Secret

Crossed Chapter 2

Hobie talked about Spider Society often over the course of your friendship. Pav, Gwen & Peter B. were the ones he talked about the most. He also frequently complained about Miguel O’Hara and Jessica Drew.

Needless to say, you thought you knew what you were walking into when you made the rash to decision to take you and Hobie right back to the people that hurt him.

Now, standing in the middle of HQ, with a shirtless Hobie leaning on your shoulder for support, you feel incredibly stupid, and regret acting before thinking.

“Woahh…” you trail off, unable to really comprehend what you’re seeing. Hundreds, maybe even thousands of Spider people are walking all over the place. By the time you take in the massive compound, several Spider-people have noticed you and Hobie.

Hobie’s arm that’s draped over your shoulders tenses, and before you can ask why, you see who’s gotten his attention.

The Spider-person standing several yards away from you has massive shoulders and a scowl that puts a bit of fear into your heart.

You gather that this must be Miguel O’Hara.

“Listen love, i don’ know what’s gon ta happen, but if I tell you ta go, I need you ta go,” Hobie mutters quietly.

“Fat chance,” you shoot back.

Miguel stalks forward in large strides, but he’s going slow enough to make you begin to regret several decisions.

“Oi, this is a bloody bad idea,” Hobie tells you.

You ignore him.

Once Miguel is a few feet closer, he flicks his gaze towards the stitches in Hobie’s side and then back at you. A flash of *something* flickers across his eyes. Whatever it is has Hobie standing ramrod straight, removing his arm from around your shoulders.

Miguel smirks at Hobie’s uncharacteristic posture.

“Leave ‘er outta this mate,” Hobie says lowly.

“It’s a little too late for that, don’t you think?” Miguel asks, his attention not really focused on Hobie, but rather yourself. Hobie steps in front of you protectively, and suddenly you find your voice, remembering why you ended up here in the first place.

“And just who do you think you are?” you demand angrily.

If Miguel is surprised by your boldness, he doesn’t show it.

“My name is Miguel O’Hara and I-“

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. “I know who you are,” you huff impatiently. You side step Hobie and advance towards Miguel. “I mean since WHEN was Spider-Man the bad guy?”

Miguel’s fuse was already short, but having a non-spider person come after all that he’s been trying to save and vilify him has him exploding.

“I do what I have to do to keep all of our universes in tact,” he gestures to the Spider spectators, “including yours!” He jabs a finger toward your chest.

“And what could have possibly made you do that?!” You swing your arm back towards Hobie. A few gasps and some murmurs traveled through the compound like a wave.

“He could have died!! For what? Helping some kid that you guys treated horribly? Give me a break. You’re a shit leader if you think it’s okay to hurt one of your own,” your voice rises, blood boiling as you witness the establishment, everything that Hobie stood against fail who they’re supposed to support.

“You think this was about helping that kid Miles?” Miguel asks, genuine curiosity buried beneath the smugness in his demeanor.

“Miguel, that’s enough,” Hobie interjects firmly.

“She really has no idea does she?”

You look back at Hobie. Was he really keeping something from you or was this asshole just trying to get a rise out of you?

“I didn’t do that trying to stop him from helping Miles,” Miguel began. “In fact, he left the moment Miles escaped.”

Webs suddenly plastered themselves to Miguel’s mouth, preventing him from continuing.

“I said that’s enough, Miguel.” Hobie’s voice had dropped and he sounded deadly serious.

Rage transformed Miguels face as he ripped the webs off.

“Hobie Brown got that,” he points to the slowly healing wound, “because he tried to get back before his next canon event happened.”

This surprised you. “But I thought your canon event already happened?” you look back at Hobie, surprised that your spunky best friend wouldn’t meet your gaze.

Miguel sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Lyla!”

A little computer woman appeared and ran the program that explains everything. Each Spider-person goes through several canon events, most , if not all of them tragedies. There was a pang in your chest when you thought about Hobie. You had always assumed that being Spider-Punk was all fun and games.

“So you see, I can’t have two people trying to break their canon events. Hobie is, believe it or not, more predictable than Miles Morales.”

Predictable is not quite the word you would use to describe Hobie Brown, but you’re beginning to think that you maybe don’t know him as well as you thought.

Miguel can see the gears turning in your head.

“I have several spiders in Miles’ world to stop him from saving his father,” Miguel explains.

The statement sounds wrong to your ears ,but according to Miguel, it needs to be done.

“I went to your world to try to stop Hobie, hence how he got… scratched up. I’m not too late, but I clearly wasn’t as successful as I had hoped.”

Miguel all but sneers at Hobie. “I’ll admit I didn’t think he would bring you here.”

“He didn’t,” you correct Miguel. “I brought us here, I just used his watch.”

“That wasn’t really a great idea, now was it?” Miguel’s tone turned condescending. “Makes my job easier.”

“I’m having regrets, but it’s not the worst thing that’s happened.”

Hobie grabs your wrist, tugging you backwards. “Love, we gotta get outta ‘ere. Now.”

Miguel shakes his head. “I’m surprised it hasn’t clicked yet.”

You look back at Hobie, who now has your wrist in a death grip. Hobie’s struggling to maintain eye contact.

A second later, he looks completely devastated, as Miguel’s claws come out.

“He wants to stop his next canon event, by trying to save you.”

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tag-list: @hellok1ttycake

#hobie brown x reader #hobie brown #hobie brown x you #atsv hobie #hobie my beloved #update

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Yeah, I’ve seen it.

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Attractive things they do!!

a/n : in actually going bonkers over these two, quite literally bouncing off of the walls bc of these two >_<★!!!

(I held back while making this otherwise this thing would've been way way way longer)

mstrlist!!

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characters : Pavitr Prabhakar , Hobie Brown

content : (a little??) Suggestive / Romantic / headcanons

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Pavitr Prabhakar!!

☆ does the little, lean-over-the-desk thing when he helps you with work in class

☆ literally close enough that you feel the warmth of his breath on you cheek as he speaks

☆ AND HE WHISPERS LITTLE PRAISES LIKE "Yeah, that's good."

☆ anyways, he's the type to guide you through crowds of people when you're out with him

☆ either holds you hand and keeps you close behind him, or has you infront of him pushes you gently as he walks behind you

☆ Definitely goes over to your place whenever he gets the chances because he doesn't like texting or calling all that much

☆ ^will literally sneak out in the middle of the night and do that cliche hitting-your-window-with-a-rock thing

☆ leans over to hear you better when you're in a loud environment, whether your taller than him or not he's getting all close and personally with you

Hobie brown!!

☆ Loves to hug you from behind

☆ his large hands rubbing your hips gently as you sway with him

☆ also hates calling and texting, he wants to see you when you talk he wants to be able to feel your physical presence near him

☆ places his hand on your back before shifting you slightly foward so he can get behind you (AUGHH)

☆ when he's sleepy he does that, "hm?" Thing in response to what your saying

☆ definitely the type to put "My" infront of a nickname, like my girl/guy/lover, my pretty baby, mines etc.

☆ doesn't get insecure when someone flirts with you, he's the type to immediately go with it

☆ hyping you up and everything, "Yeah, they look good don't they?"

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hobie and his bubblegum s/o

- I’m sorry y’all no i’m not, but i am not immune to the preppy x outcast trope and i  - no i am not submitting to the idea of being a rockers gf leave me alone i absolutely am s/o to @dizscreams for prompting this idea never claimed to be a writer ;; im just ramblin

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hobie brown wasn’t afraid to go against the common narrative. wasn’t afraid of many things, actually (as we know). he was loud, abrasive. tough. 

and then there was you. soft and all smiles. it was a little sickening to be honest: how someone so bubbly and sweet complimented him so well. 

but let’s not get it twisted, it’s not as if you were the one to round out his edges. despite the obvious clashes in personal style, you both carried similar ideologies in life, and in so carried a mutual respect in each other’s individuality and comfort. and what more could hobie really ask for in a partner? 

additional headcannons i can’t stop thinking of:

wearing his jacket casually around >> you’re in an all pink fit? don’t care, the jacket smells like him and he likes seeing you in his clothes (makes him proud to let others know your his not that he would conform to dated notions of ownership tho so shhh) 

omg swapping styles?? did it one time as a joke, now you both catch yourself wearing pieces incorporated into your outfits that remind you of the other. (cutesy metal flower and butterfly chokers?? modified spikes added onto your accessories???)

firm believer in this man being so so comfortable in his own self and masculinity. fuck do you mean i’ll look girly? give me the damn plushy rn

thinking of u possibly doing dance or cheer and? y’all both going to each other’s shows and sticking out like a sore thumb in the crowd, but neither of y’all give a fuck bc that’s your baby up there and man are u proud

patching him up with hello kitty bandages (which he thinks are cool as fuck).

the bubblegum is from u btw says it reminds him of u

making playlists for each other???? omg → actually have more overlap than ppl think; both love to explore genres (also helps that they’re ur fave songs, bc if u love them there has to be something gud about them right?)

this song with y'all actually

if u see me adding more on this later, don’t worry ab it

⊗

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pretty

hobie x reader

summary: you wake up with a nasty hangover. you know the rest.

wc: ~500

A/N: if I'm using UK slang wrong pls beat my ass about it I tried 💀

Edit: made minor edits bc I did, in fact, use UK slang wrong 👍🏾

The light from the morning sun bounces off of the peeling white paint on the surrounding walls of the tiny apartment, forcing you to open your eyes. You squint as they adjust; It feels like someone is currently inside your head and repeatedly taking a sledgehammer to your skull.

The familiar cracked corners of the ceiling tell you that you're at Hobie's place. You grunt as you lift yourself into a sitting position, which doesn't help the headache.

What does, though, is the smell of cinnamon and cornmeal wafting beneath your nose from the kitchen. The sudden rumbling in your stomach makes you curious enough to swing your legs off of the couch and rise to your feet.

Bad idea.

Hobie enters the room just as you stumble backwards onto the couch, and barely holds back a loud cackle so that he doesn't drop the two bowls of porridge he'd just made.

You don't see it, of course, because the ceiling is currently spinning.

"Not so fun dealing with those fourteen shots the morning after, eh?"

Hobie's diamond-shaped face came into view, his wicks sticking out from every direction like the halos in those medieval paintings he liked to make fun of. He'd replaced his vest and usual get-up with a white tank top.

You groan, "How long was I out?"

" 'Bout twelve hours,"

Hobie set the two bowls down on the coffee table in front of you. "Had to call a cab just to get you here all in one piece."

You finally look down once you feel the couch sink next to you. He smells of hard soap and nutmeg.

"You cook?"

He shrugs, picking up his bowl and shoveling the contents into his mouth. He nods, deeming his work satisfactory.

"From time to time," he glances at you from the corner of his eye. "You don't get over a hangover on an empty stomach, yeah?"

He chuckles when you immediately grab your bowl without a word, and soon begin to absolutely destroy it.

Just as Hobie said, the hammering has begun to subside by the time you scrape the last bit of golden liquid from the bowl. He still has yet to finish his own meal, so you watch him.

You silently admire the way his lashes almost brush his cheek when his eyes are downcast. The sunrise reflected off of mahogany-smooth skin, and you envy how he did almost nothing to it to get it that way.

"You're pretty," you think out loud, and Hobie nearly chokes on his porridge before his head snaps to face you.

"S-sorry, who?"

Your brows shoot up on surprise momentarily, unaware that he'd actually heard you. There was no one else you could have possibly been referring to, giving you no choice but to double down.

You laugh nervously, “Well, you are.”

His full lips quirked up at the corners, as if he was trying to figure out if this was a bit or not. But you kept staring at him, no joke in your expression.

“Yeah, I think you’re still hammered, man.”

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The Secret

Crossed Chapter 2

Hobie talked about Spider Society often over the course of your friendship. Pav, Gwen & Peter B. were the ones he talked about the most. He also frequently complained about Miguel O’Hara and Jessica Drew.

Needless to say, you thought you knew what you were walking into when you made the rash to decision to take you and Hobie right back to the people that hurt him.

Now, standing in the middle of HQ, with a shirtless Hobie leaning on your shoulder for support, you feel incredibly stupid, and regret acting before thinking.

“Woahh…” you trail off, unable to really comprehend what you’re seeing. Hundreds, maybe even thousands of Spider people are walking all over the place. By the time you take in the massive compound, several Spider-people have noticed you and Hobie.

Hobie’s arm that’s draped over your shoulders tenses, and before you can ask why, you see who’s gotten his attention.

The Spider-person standing several yards away from you has massive shoulders and a scowl that puts a bit of fear into your heart.

You gather that this must be Miguel O’Hara.

“Listen love, i don’ know what’s gon ta happen, but if I tell you ta go, I need you ta go,” Hobie mutters quietly.

“Fat chance,” you shoot back.

Miguel stalks forward in large strides, but he’s going slow enough to make you begin to regret several decisions.

“Oi, this is a bloody bad idea,” Hobie tells you.

You ignore him.

Once Miguel is a few feet closer, he flicks his gaze towards the stitches in Hobie’s side and then back at you. A flash of *something* flickers across his eyes. Whatever it is has Hobie standing ramrod straight, removing his arm from around your shoulders.

Miguel smirks at Hobie’s uncharacteristic posture.

“Leave ‘er outta this mate,” Hobie says lowly.

“It’s a little too late for that, don’t you think?” Miguel asks, his attention not really focused on Hobie, but rather yourself. Hobie steps in front of you protectively, and suddenly you find your voice, remembering why you ended up here in the first place.

“And just who do you think you are?” you demand angrily.

If Miguel is surprised by your boldness, he doesn’t show it.

“My name is Miguel O’Hara and I-“

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. “I know who you are,” you huff impatiently. You side step Hobie and advance towards Miguel. “I mean since WHEN was Spider-Man the bad guy?”

Miguel’s fuse was already short, but having a non-spider person come after all that he’s been trying to save and vilify him has him exploding.

“I do what I have to do to keep all of our universes in tact,” he gestures to the Spider spectators, “including yours!” He jabs a finger toward your chest.

“And what could have possibly made you do that?!” You swing your arm back towards Hobie. A few gasps and some murmurs traveled through the compound like a wave.

“He could have died!! For what? Helping some kid that you guys treated horribly? Give me a break. You’re a shit leader if you think it’s okay to hurt one of your own,” your voice rises, blood boiling as you witness the establishment, everything that Hobie stood against fail who they’re supposed to support.

“You think this was about helping that kid Miles?” Miguel asks, genuine curiosity buried beneath the smugness in his demeanor.

“Miguel, that’s enough,” Hobie interjects firmly.

“She really has no idea does she?”

You look back at Hobie. Was he really keeping something from you or was this asshole just trying to get a rise out of you?

“I didn’t do that trying to stop him from helping Miles,” Miguel began. “In fact, he left the moment Miles escaped.”

Webs suddenly plastered themselves to Miguel’s mouth, preventing him from continuing.

“I said that’s enough, Miguel.” Hobie’s voice had dropped and he sounded deadly serious.

Rage transformed Miguels face as he ripped the webs off.

“Hobie Brown got that,” he points to the slowly healing wound, “because he tried to get back before his next canon event happened.”

This surprised you. “But I thought your canon event already happened?” you look back at Hobie, surprised that your spunky best friend wouldn’t meet your gaze.

Miguel sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Lyla!”

A little computer woman appeared and ran the program that explains everything. Each Spider-person goes through several canon events, most , if not all of them tragedies. There was a pang in your chest when you thought about Hobie. You had always assumed that being Spider-Punk was all fun and games.

“So you see, I can’t have two people trying to break their canon events. Hobie is, believe it or not, more predictable than Miles Morales.”

Predictable is not quite the word you would use to describe Hobie Brown, but you’re beginning to think that you maybe don’t know him as well as you thought.

Miguel can see the gears turning in your head.

“I have several spiders in Miles’ world to stop him from saving his father,” Miguel explains.

The statement sounds wrong to your ears ,but according to Miguel, it needs to be done.

“I went to your world to try to stop Hobie, hence how he got… scratched up. I’m not too late, but I clearly wasn’t as successful as I had hoped.”

Miguel all but sneers at Hobie. “I’ll admit I didn’t think he would bring you here.”

“He didn’t,” you correct Miguel. “I brought us here, I just used his watch.”

“That wasn’t really a great idea, now was it?” Miguel’s tone turned condescending. “Makes my job easier.”

“I’m having regrets, but it’s not the worst thing that’s happened.”

Hobie grabs your wrist, tugging you backwards. “Love, we gotta get outta ‘ere. Now.”

Miguel shakes his head. “I’m surprised it hasn’t clicked yet.”

You look back at Hobie, who now has your wrist in a death grip. Hobie’s struggling to maintain eye contact.

A second later, he looks completely devastated, as Miguel’s claws come out.

“He wants to stop his next canon event, by trying to save you.”

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Crossed Masterlist

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tag-list: @hellok1ttycake

#hobie brown x reader #atsv hobie #hobie brown #hobie my beloved #miguel o'hara #ooc miguel #ooc hobie #multichapter #hobie brown x you

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Crossed Directory

Chapter 1: Crossed

Chapter 2: The Secret

Chapter 3: Split

#atsv hobie #atsv spoilers #hobie brown x reader #hobie x you #hobie my beloved #hobart brown #light angst #multi chap

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Crossed

Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader

You never were able to sleep all that well, knowing that your best friend was out all night fighting crime, and out all day staging unpermitted political actions, and concerts with his band. Hobie Brown did entirely too much.

He makes it a point to check in every so often so that you know he hasn’t forgotten about you. His only non-band member friend and the only one in his universe that knew about his big secret. Hobie Brown was Spider-Punk, and it was a full-time, penniless gig.

Shortly after you had become friends, you learned about his identity on accident. You were glad you did though, because it explained a lot about his prolonged absences. When he officially became homeless because he didn’t have an actual job, you offered up your place until he could get back on his feet.

That was a few months ago. Now he happily has his own flat, but spends just as much time at your own flat, if not more than his own.

So when he hasn’t stopped by or called in a week, you were worried. You know that he got called to Spider Society HQ to deal with some anomaly threat, but that was a week ago. Normally he’d be back by now, or would call you mid-fight just to check in.

You’re in your cotton shorts and an oversized tshirt while you watch a scary movie in the living room before heading off to bed. You likely won’t sleep well anyway, so you’re not overly concerned about potential nightmares.

While jump-scares are a cheap way to get a reaction out of the audience, they get you every time. So when the music peaks and the demon suddenly appears on screen AND you hear a violently loud, very real noise right outside of your bedroom window, your heart jumps into your throat and you swear you can feel your soul leave your body.

Pausing the movie (there’s no way you’re gonna continue watching that tonight) you creep towards your bedroom. Slowly opening the door, you see a figure opening up your window very slowly and shakily stepping into your bedroom. You flick on the light and you immediately calm down.

“Hobie, you nearly gave me a heart attack! Where have you been!”

Hobie pulls his mask off and looks at you, and you immediately notice that his eyes seem unfocused.

“Sorry bout th’t love.”

He takes a step forward and promptly crumples to the ground.

You’re only frozen in shock for about 30 seconds, but it feels like ages. You rush forward and drop to your knees, attempting to scan him for injury.

“Hobie?? Oh my god what happened to you??”

Hobie groans and mutters something unintelligible. You immediately get to removing his leather vest and that’s when you see the blood seeping through his spidey suit. You suck in a sharp breath.

“Hobie, I’m gonna have to remove this so I can fix it okay? I know you don’t like hospitals so I’m going to stop the bleeding and see if I can fix this.”

You’re amazed that you don’t panic, as you carefully lift Hobie’s shoulders up towards you so you can peel the top half of his suit down until it hangs around his waist. Carefully leaning him back into a flat position on the floor you gulp. It’s a lot of blood. You’re hesitant to leave him but you have to grab the first aid kit and some towels from the bathroom. You run there and back and immediately press the towel to the gaping wound that stretches from his brusing ribs to his lower side of his stomach.

The minute you apply pressure his eyes fly open with a gasp and he tries to sit up.

“Hobie, Hobie stop” he looks panicked and disoriented. “It’s just me, love.” You adopt the nickname that he calls you hoping it’ll snap him back to reality.

It has the desired effect, and he winces as he slowly lays back down.

“That bloody hurts y’know th’t?”

“I know,” you look down at the towel which is thoroughly soaked through and replace it with the next one. “I can’t get the bleeding to stop,” your voice pitches up towards the end of the sentence showing how worried you are. “And I’m certain this needs stitches.”

Hobie peers at you, pain still clouding his vision. He manages to lift a hand and place it over yours. “No.. hmph, no hospitals.”

You sigh. What seems like hours (it was really only twenty minutes) you finally staunch the blood and prep for the stitches.

“This’ll be a bit painful innit.” Hobie phrased it like a question, but really it was a statement. You brushed the sweat from his forehead.

“It will. I’ll try to be as gentle as possible.”

You chew your bottom lip as you begin the sutures. Obviously you want to get it done as fast as possible, but it also has to be done right. With every pull you can feel Hobie tense up as he tries not to flinch.

His breathing is ragged so you try to distract him by getting him to talk.

“You know, I was worried when I hadn’t heard from you for a couple days. I know you don’t believe in consistency but I had a feeling something was wrong when you never checked in… how did this happen??”

Hobie squeezes his eyes shut as you pull the needle until this portion of the stitch is taut.

“Just the usual ‘azards that come wit being spidey,” he grits out.

You scoff. “Hobart Brown, in the last two years that I’ve known you, you’ve never even come home with a scratch.”

“We’ve had a bit of a multiverse crisis.. s’why I been gone for so long”

You hum in contemplation as you make your way through the last few stitches.

“What happened?”

You tie off the thread and disinfect the area again, as Hobie tells you all about Miles Morales and Miguel and The Spot.

“So these canon events happen to everyone?”

Hobie averts his eyes. “What of it?”

It seems like a touchy subject, so you decide to leave it alone. Just because your friends, doesn’t mean you’re entitled to know every little detail about him, just like he doesn’t know every little detail about you.

“C’mon.”

You help Hobie up off the floor, and lead him to your bed. His arm immediately crosses his middle holding his aching ribs. Hobie starts to protest, saying he’ll just head back to his flat.

“Hobie, please lay down. I want you here so I can make sure you don’t rip your stitches, and you’re not swinging to your place.”

“Aye I’ll do it, but not b’cause you told me to.”

Once he lays flat on his back you go change into some not blood soaked clothes. You decide to toss all bloody paraphernalia in the dumpster outside, so you slip on your sneakers. Not five minutes later, you’re perched on the edge of your bed.

“Miles seems like a good kid,” you say absentmindedly.

“‘e is, jus’ wanted to fit in wit the likes of us.”

You grab his hand. “I’m proud of you.”

He raises a pierced eyebrow at you. “For wha’?”

“Helping Miles try to stop this.” You rub your thumb across the back of his hand, the shock of finding Hobie the way you did starting to wear off, and a deep sense of unaddressed dread starting to set in.

Hobie shakes his head. “He betta stop ‘is event, or I got all a these stitches for nothin.”

Your thumb stops moving and you squeeze his hand.

“What does that mean?”

Hobie’s silence is VERY loud.

Finally the puzzle pieces start to click into place.

“Nothin’ love, I jus-“

“Hobart Brown, is this ridiculously deep laceration from Miguel O’Hara?”

Hobie winces at the deadly (deceiving) calm in your voice.

“Uh it’s possible-“

“I’m going to kill him myself.”

As if a higher power was listening to you, Hobie’s watch activated requesting he return to HQ.

“Perfect!”

“Love it’s prob’bly a trap-“

Too late. You reach across for his other wrist and slap the button that opens the portal. One minute you’re in your apartment, and the next you’re on your first interdimensional travel field trip, with Hobie right beside you.

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#hobie brown #hobie x reader #hobie brown x reader #hobie my beloved #light angst #part 1 of idk how many #hobie brown atsv #atsv hobie

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I’m so normal about him! 😁