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Could you please, please write something for Yandere Hobie! Anything ♡

Yandere profile: 𝙷𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙱𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗

Hobart "Hobie" Brown aka Spider-Man or in a much more reduced measure, known as "Spider-Punk" from earth █████ is the 004 subject to be recognized as an unstable force.

He is a mild concern, as his tendencies seem to spread slower than other specimens.

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐞𝐞: 𝐇𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭.𝐞𝐱𝐞

𝘼𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣: 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣? 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙜𝙚𝙩?

Despite suffering from the interdimensional disease known as "lovesickness" [temporary name] Hobie Brown rarely displays affection in a conventional way, preferring to casually initiate physical touch as opposed to big gestures or traditional performances of love, however, he makes the difference between platonic affection to his mates and his lover very clear

𝘽𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙: 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜?

Quite bloody in fact. He has shown to not be above murder under the mantle of Spider-Man, nevertheless, his judgement of who "deserves" death and torture get severely clouded under the spell of the love sickness, he won't usually kill out of jealousy, but out of protectiveness, he considers jealousy to be petty and confidently thinks he can earn his lovers affection even with competition in the way.

𝘾𝙧𝙪𝙚𝙡𝙩𝙮: 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙? 𝙒𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢?

It is extremely difficult for Hobie to end up in a situation where he would kidnap his lover, but if it were to happen, he would do it knowing its at the cost of their love, even someone as manipulative as him knows that doing something so vile is not easy to "manipulate away", and he wouldn't want a partner with stockholm syndrome, so a kidnapping would not be a culmination of his obsession, but a downfall, and as painful as it'd be, he'd accept all the things they have to call him

𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝘼𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖𝙗𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙙𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜’𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡?

Like mentioned above, the abilities and tactics used by the subject, are of the psychological variety, so he could manipulate his lover to tolerate, accept or normalize his behaviours, but that's as far as he'd go. To him, there's nothing more foul than the patriarchal desire to find a love who's free only to cut their wings off and get the credit for "taming" their subservient partner. However, he would continue to kill people he considers are a threat or "undeserving" of his beloved, even if that upsets them

𝙀𝙭𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙: 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜? 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙫𝙪𝙡𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜?

Completely vulnerable. Even if he tries his best to have the upper hand, he's completely vulnerable and he embraces it, turns it into part of his arsenal

𝙁𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩: 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠?

The subject's organism seems to be fighting the disease very strongly, allowing him to preserve his sanity, he would not be violent towards his target, much less be upset by them reacting negatively to a negative situation

𝙂𝙖𝙢𝙚: 𝙄𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢? 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙚?

It is not a game. He understands the abnormality in his feelings and behavior, and tries to keep his beloved safe from this. Opposed to his regular behavior, where he enjoys teasing and having control, he would not enjoy seeing his partner scared or severely psychologically scarred

𝙃𝙚𝙡𝙡: 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜’𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢?

Most likely finding him engaging in his violent "night activities" with someone they know or even cherish

𝙄𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙨: 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧/𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜?

Lives in the moment, from what we have observed in variants, he doesn't plan a future and accept the various outcomes that his partner's wishes bring

𝙅𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙮: 𝘿𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙟𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨? 𝘿𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙝 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙚?

Does not see jealousy as a valid emotion, and considers it disrespectful to the bond with his beloved, he is protective, maybe overzealous on keeping them "safe"

𝙆𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨: 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜?

Affectionate, in different levels, but always sweet, maybe too much on the teasing side

𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨: 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙜𝙤 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜?

He seeks to impress, he wants to prove himself worthy of his lover's admiration, there is an undertone of both adoration and ego on his part

𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙠: 𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚?

He doesn't see his sneaking around as a mask, in his mind, he's just taking care of his partner by keeping them safe, and trying to reduce possible stressing or upsetting news, though he may gaslight if he's sure his actions will drive his partner away

𝙉𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙮: 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙥𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜?

As of today, date ██/██/█ no infected variant of the subject has shown to be prone or even have performed a punishment on their partner

𝙊𝙥𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣: 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜?

Only to freedom and socialization in the extreme case where he deems the world "too dangerous"

𝙋𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚: 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜?

Very patient and understanding of the less than ideal situation, as he is able to retain self awareness and (arguably) his sanity, stronger than average

𝙌𝙪𝙞𝙩: 𝙄𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙨, 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙨, 𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙨, 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙤𝙣?

Depending on the circumstances of their death, he would either become lucid due to shock and possibly end his own life, or lash out his anger even more towards the outside world, (if he considers them responsible for their demise).

In the case they escaped, he continues to stalk and protect from the shadows

𝙍𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙩: 𝙒𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙩𝙮 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙗𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜? 𝙒𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙤?

Possibly one of the most guilt-riddled specimens

𝙎𝙩𝙞𝙜𝙢𝙖: 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 (𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙, 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙮, 𝙚𝙩𝙘)?

The lovesickness [temporary name] is an opportunistic pathogen that causes alterations in behavior, as well as other symptoms, like delusions, hallucinations, paranoia, anxiety, and the most prevalent one, intense feelings of "love" directed at their "target", this can manifest as a sense of possession, or need to incorporate/merge into their darling.

We have not been able to establish what triggers this illness, it seems to be triggered after certain traumatic or shocking events described as "canon event" [see document attached] but others simply appear without a clear catalyzer

𝙏𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨: 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢, 𝙘𝙧𝙮, 𝙖𝙣𝙙/𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙨?

He resents himself deeply for any distress caused to his target

𝙐𝙣𝙞𝙦𝙪𝙚: 𝙒𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙙𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙘 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚?

As I have mentioned throughout the report, he is very self-aware, and his immune system seems to be very zealous when fighting the disease

𝙑𝙞𝙘𝙚: 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙚?

His sense of justice

𝙒𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙙: 𝙒𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙪𝙧�� 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜?

𝙓𝙤𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣: 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜? 𝙏𝙤 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙝 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙜𝙤 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧?

Possibly, however it's not ever his goal

He adores his darling as the very incarnation of hope, progress. He sees in them the potential and light he wants to save in this world, as the sickness progresses, he will change his mind to "wanting to protect them from the world"

𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣: 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙥?

The amount of time it takes for the lovesickness to set in, is unfortunately unknown yet

𝙕𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙝: 𝙒𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜?

No.

#atsv x reader #hobie x you #hobie brown x reader #hobie x reader #yandere hobie brown #yandere spiderverse #yandere spiderpunk #yandere spiderman #yandere atsv #hobie brown headcanons #hobie brown x you

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the-kr8tor · 7 months

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Hii, for the fluffy Friday, spider!reader being sick and Hobie taking care of them, reader wants to do their duties and in general being stubborn and Hobie is just like "not today luv" is that okay ?

That's more than ok! Thank you for requesting! ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-punk x gn! Reader

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, spiderperson! Reader. Description of sickness, brief mention of vomit. FLUFF

It's Fluffy Friday!

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"I can handle it" you sniffle, feeling warm and cold at the same time under the spandex of your suit.

Miguel, Hobie and Lyla stand in front of you, unconvinced. Both Spidermen look at each other, wordlessly having a conversation. For the first time ever they find common ground with Miguel sighing, nodding at Hobie.

Lyla shakes her head disapprovingly at you. Scrunching your nose, a sneeze escapes you.

"Not today, love. Let the others have a turn at the mission" Hobie winces when you start shivering, now fully concerned.

"But I can handle it, please?" You bat your lashes for added effect, but with your heavy eyelids it looked like a fish trying to mimic how a human blinks.

Hobie bites his tongue from a teasing comment. Lyla on the other hand brings out a comically large phone and takes a selfie with you.

"Oh! This is going on the scrap book!" She giggles at your predicament, you try to swat away at her hologram, forgetting that her form isn't solid.

"Take them home, Hobie" Miguel chides in, "get some ample rest. You're dismissed" Miguel saunters off back to his computer.

"But–" you try to reason with Miguel.

Hobie's already leading you away, his arm around your shaking shoulders giving you much needed warmth. You let him, too weak to protest, laying your head on his broad shoulder. But too stubborn to admit you're sick.

He guides you to your dorm in the society, figuring out your body might not be strong enough for an interdimensional travel back home. Unlocking your door for you, he has your code memorized ever since you've given it to him, just in case he wants to hang out after a tiring mission. (which was almost everyday)

Hobie sits you down on the bed, wrapping your fluffy blanket around you. He finds the sight endearing with your head poking out of the cloth, doing your best to glare at him through the hazy fog of sickness.

"Admit it" he goads you whilst he takes clean clothes from your closet.

"Admit what?" Teeth clacking at the cold, you sneeze mid sentence.

"Admit that you're sick" Hobie places the clothes next to you, picking your most comfortable ones. He crouches down to match your height, hands on top of your thighs, feeling the fever seep through your suit.

"'m not" you sniffle.

"Of course you're not, go change into those and I'll grab some meds for you from the infirmary" he moves to stand up, you grab his wrist, stopping him. "Yeah?"

"Stay with me? Please" you feel the heat behind your eyes, looking up at him through watery eyes.

"I will, promise. Just need to grab your meds, that fever won't go down without it" Sure enough, he brings his hand to your forehead, confirming how hot your skin is.

"Okay, come back quickly?" You say in a soft voice.

"Yea," Hobie wipes at your clammy forehead. "Be right back" he resists the urge to peck your skin, thinking he might make you feel more uncomfortable with the added warmth. Too bad though, you really wanted him to do just that.

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Hobie gets back in record time, swinging around the HQ, dodging fellow spider-people. Even cutting in line in the cafeteria for some chicken noodle soup. He finds you cuddled up under the sheets, body twisted into a shrimp-like posture.

He grabs a bottle of water in the fridge before heading your way, soup hot on his gloves.

"I'm back"

You only grunt back, the top of your head peeking out from under the mountain of blankets.

"Did you change?" Hobie grabs the edge of the blanket to peek inside. Finding you in the comfortable clothes he layed out for you.

You peek back at him like a gopher, cheeks hot, and sniffing away snot. He still thinks you look fit.

After you (reluctantly) take your medicine, you still assure Hobie that it's just your 'allergy is acting up' even after you wobble on to the bathroom to puke out the chicken soup.

Clinging to him, you cuddle his torso, blanket kicked to the foot of the bed now that you're finally sweating off the fever. His arm lovingly kneads at your clammy back. You don't seem to mind the added body heat, instead you welcome it.

"Go to sleep" He instructs for the umpteenth time.

"Shut up you– tall tall man." Still delirious from the heat, your words swirling together, the threat sounding more adorable than scary.

"Can't believe I'm sick. Spiderpeople don't get sick" you murmur out with a pout. Your embrace is getting tighter even in your weakened state.

Hobie indulges you, fingers bracelet around your wrist, anchoring you to him. "There's no shame in that. You'll get back to swinging before you know it"

You huff back a reply, whining, tapping his cheek; your way of telling him thank you without kissing him and potentially getting him sick.

"What else am I?" Hobie whispers to you, pinky tracing the bridge of your nose repetitively. You relax, sighing.

"Hmm, you're very…" dozing off, you fight a yawn. He waits patiently, watching your eyes slowly close. "Very…"

You fall limp in his arms, lips slightly parted, hand gripping his suit unconsciously. Hobie kisses the crown of your head, wrapping his long limbs around you protectively. He makes a mental note to ask you to continue your sentence, once you're all better of course and much more receptive to his teasing.

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rhineposting · 10 months

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Rhinedottir has the potential to be easily the funniest character in the whole game (if she shows up) but they will probably just make her another cookie cutter anime woman. Like. Oh yeah, she’s 500 years old. Her son’s corpse covers one whole side of a mountain. Her creations were the cause of a semi-Apocalypse so bad that not even three steam-punk Evangelions could stop her. She drinks tea with her fellow middle aged women. Their afternoon club is literally called Witch Circle. She’s an atheist. God is invited to those parties on the regular. Her dragon son almost destroyed said God’s country. Her best friend is an interdimensional sorceress. She said she was raising a son, then threatened to leave him. And then she did it anyways.

#the sheer range of her insanity is almost impressive! can't wait for hoyoverse to hose it down the moment they give her a face to sell.#No I actually hate this game so much I want her OUT of it AND SHE'S NOT EVEN IN IT ET #GET HER OUTTTT #genshin impact #genshin #rhinedottir #hexenzirkel

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jennsterjay · 3 months

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Miles: "Play it cool man, it's just a crush!...just act natural and you got this"

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Yo atsv fans and punkflorists 😎🎸🌻✨ how's it hanging? Lol I still have brainrot about this movie XD

This was so fun to draw lol, very shoujo anime moment 🌸✨

They should make a Punkflower anime with a long title that goes something like "My Crush is a Punk Rock Anarchist (Also He's Spider-Man and So Am I)"

Extras below and hope you like ^^/

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No text Hobie + Miles no FX versions:

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And here's Hobie's flavor text for those who wanted to read it XD (lots of easter eggs in this one)

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More stuff:

-Kuromi Sanrio would probably be named something like "Kuroko" in Gwen's universe

-Hobie is punk fashion goals I swear *steals that look dressing him up is so fun XD

-The second artbook is out and now the movie's back in theaters (I see you Sony XD now release The Spider Within (officially ofc))

-Everything I draw is either gonna be gay or purple (Miles G. is already both). Him magleving/hovershoeing around in his anti-nikes is so funny to me XD and shoutout to the crumb of pavgaya/chaimodel/goldenmodel and clawcode in the background

-Margo is there I swearrr. She's the only one actually studying until they all doodle on the chalkboard and she starts playing with Gaya's hair and trying to get Miles G. to laugh

-This interdimensional study group date was totally Pavitr's idea XD (don't tell Inspector Singh)

-Hobie and Miles start off trying to do Miles' Physics homework and then it derails into drawing custom watches and graffiti tags and band logos and flirting and joking around XD What can I say? They're gonna do their own thing ;)

#Punkflower #Flowerpunk #hobie brown #miles morales #gwen stacy #margo kess #pavitr prabhakar #gayatri singh #miles g morales #atsv #atsv fanart #spidershipping #across the spiderverse #jjs-art

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killerpancakeburger · 8 months

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Bloody nose part 3 // Miguel O' Hara

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Female Reader

Summary: You integrate the Spider Society, not without a couple of twists and turns.

Warnings: Swearing.

Tags: Comedy, action, BAMF! Reader, Reader has super powers, slow burn.

Words: 2570 words.

A/N: Some Hobie in this chapter! Can you blame me, he's so cool and funny. It's completely platonic in regards to the Reader of course.

Part 1. Part 2.

The interdimensional portal in your living-room and yourself are looking at each other defiantly. At least if that thing had eyes you imagine it would do that.

You don’t like portals. Not that you ever used one before, but the little you know from fiction inspires you absolutely zero confidence. Whether they come from magic or technology, crossing through time or space like so feels unnatural and incredibly dangerous. What if you end up in an endless void? What if one half of you get stuck on the other side? What if you end up a thousand feet up in the air and fall ineluctably to your death? Your powers cannot protect you from this.

Your niece isn’t here to reassure or guide you, since today’s a school day. You could have waited after school but the sooner you cut all her ties to the Spider Club, the better in your opinion.

You’re doing this for Naomi, you remind yourself, and, with a deep inspiration, you go through the pulsating hexagon.

The whole trip is a torture. You force yourself to let go, just let the current, or whatever is the mysterious force moving your body, carry you to your destination. I hate this, I hate this, I HATE THIS, you mumble to yourself.

Eventually the red and orange surrounding you turn to blue, then to a blinding white light, and the mysterious force transporting you suddenly cease to exist so you… drop like a stone. And crash miserably on the platform coming to meet you. Thankfully, there’s not a soul around to witness your pathetic entrance. You quickly get up, unharmed, except for your pride.

The elevator you’re in happens to be in glass and your attention is immediately monopolized by the views offered to you. Green stretches and futuristic white buildings spread as far as the eye can see. You’re definitely not in Kansas – ahrem, not in New York anymore. You’re so subjugated, you almost miss the elevator coming to a stop and the door behind you opening.

The room in front of you is sizeable, even if its deep whiteness and neon lights give it an hospital like aspect, and full of Spidermen. Women. Teenagers? They’re all wearing their suits and you suddenly feel, at the same time, like a sore thumb standing out, and like you just arrived to a fucking comic con. You start walking, torn between trying to pass unnoticed, and hurting your neck trying to take it all in. You never imagined this place would be so big and have so many people. You may be forced to take those guys seriously after all. All the Spiders walking on ceiling will certainly take you some time to get used to it.

You’re distracted by a cow-boy spiderman whose horse is apparently ALSO Spiderman – Spiderhorse? – since it can walk on the ceiling and wear a mask too, starting to wonder in what kind of mess full of weirdos you got yourself in, when the inevitable happen: you bump into someone.

“My bad”, you apologize immediately.

“No worries, mate”, replies a voice with a thick British accent.

You look up – because, once again, this is someone who’s towering over you – and take in the teenager facing you with an easy smile. Your gaze lingers on his numerous piercings then take note of the spikes on the shoulders of his leather jacket. There’s a punk spiderman? You think to yourself, before taking the good resolution to stop wondering what kind of spidermen exist – obviously the list never ends.

Thankfully the kid doesn’t seem to take offense to your staring as he addresses you in a joking manner:

“Forgot your suit at home? Happens to the best of us. Or maybe you’re Spider-Hoodie?”

It’s your day off and your tracksuit, sport shoes and zip-up hoodie could never pass for a superhero costume.

“I… I’m a new recruit”, you answer with less confidence that you would have liked. What if they consider you an intruder? Sound the alarm and send a thousand spidermen after you to throw you in an interdimensional jail?

“You don’t sound so sure about that”, he raises an eyebrow, eyeing your watch. “You know what you’re getting into?”

It’s your turn to raise an eyebrow.

“I’ll manage, kiddo, but thanks for the concern.”

He raises his hands in surrender.

“Just checkin’, that’s all. Name’s Hobie Brown, by the way.”

You give your own name in answer, but as you go to shake his hand, you stop dead in your tracks.

“You… change colours? You change colours. That’s a thing. Ok.”

You stupidly stare at him as he goes from the traditional blue and red of spiderman to just red to pink to settle on black and white. He chuckles at your confusion.

“You’ll get used to it. So, you know where you’re going, Newbie?”

“I’m supposed to meet with Miguel, I guess.”

Hobie doesn’t even try to hide the antipathy that name seems to evoke for him.

“The big boss man, ‘course. You in a hurry? Cause if you’re not, we could take the scenic route.”

You can’t stop the smile that spreads your lips.

“You’re always looking to make new recruits desert and stand up the boss?”

“Always. Antagonizing the authorities is one of my favourite hobby.”

You laugh frankly.

“That’s terrific. I think we’re gonna get along great. Scenic route it is!”

Along Hobie, you pass through the Spider Society’s jails, or at least the room where they stock what they call “Anomalies” before sending them to their original dimension. You have a look at their “Strength and Conditioning Centre”, which is really just a fancy and stupidly complicated way to say “gym”, but you can’t help feeling eager upon seeing their state of the art weight machines. You meet Hobie’s friends, Gwen, a melancholic yet resolute teenage girl, and Pavitr, a psyched-up teenage boy for who becoming spiderman sounds to be the best thing that ever happened to him. His enthusiasm momently makes you feel weird, reminding you of the not so long ago times where you only saw your powers as a curse, but you keep your mouth shut. Your own experiences aren’t universal and you have accepted years ago that your opinion isn’t prevailing. Not to mention that ruining a kid’s fun would be quite shitty of you.

You also don’t say anything about the alarming number of teenagers that appears to compose the ranks of the Spider Society. Naomi is the only kid who’s your responsibility, and therefore the only one you have any rights or authority over. Thinking back about your own youth, which was the period when you got your powers, you know from experience that stopping a 15 years old with superpowers to do whatever they want is, for ordinary humans, close to impossible.

Eventually your new acquaintances guide you to Miguel’s… – you can’t possibly call that an office – crypt? Mancave? At first you don’t understand why they stopped since there is nothing in front of you, but then you hear a sound of machinery running and follow the others’ gazes, somewhere much higher than where you were legitimately looking, and finally see the man. He’s standing on a descending platform equipped of a myriad of orange screens, so many that you can’t imagine how he manages to get his bearings between them all, back turned to you.

This is all good and well, except for the fact that his platform is going down at a painfully slow pace that makes you cringe just watching it happen.

“What’s happening?”, you ask the others. You find it hard to believe that with how advanced the technology here seems to be, there’s no way to make this stupid platform go faster.

“That’s his… thing.”, says Gwen. “Don’t mind him.”

You let escape a nervous laugh, the kind you have when you start feeling yourself go crazy.

“Is this a joke? It has to be a joke. Are you guys hazing me? I’m too old for this bullshit.”

The profound silence and the awkward grimaces that greet your remark makes you realize that, no, this isn’t a joke. You don’t know whether to pinch the bridge of your nose or roll your eyes. You want to tell them that they’re all a bunch of crazy freaks in costume and that you never should have come here. Then you grasp that this problem is actually very easy to solve and you leap on the platform. Like you’re in a fucking Mario game.

“What’s up, Miggy?” you force out, with the most insincere smile you can muster, not bothering to hide your irritation.

“Oh, you’re there. Great. Let’s get this over with”, he says with a deadpan voice and an even more deadpan face. That’s when you realize he didn’t even notice your presence until now, too absorbed in his screens. Add to that the fact that he looks like he just pulled an all-nighter. “And don’t call me that”, he adds afterwards, like an afterthought, frowning.

You restrain yourself from telling him he looks like a zombie, and decides to be proactive. The truth is, you learned teamwork the hard way – in the line of fire –, because it never came to you naturally, and you honestly despise it. Nonetheless you know when to put your feelings aside when the situation calls for it.

“Sure”, you start, slowly, testing the waters. ”How about finding some place with chairs and maybe even a table and some coffee? I was sooo excited to join you guys I didn’t sleep a wink last night.”

That last sentence is an obvious bootlicking lie that Miguel doesn’t buy, and he looks like he’s about to refuse, so you pout at the best of your abilities, trying to make him understand that you’re more stubborn than him, and he relents in a sigh.

“Alright. Follow me. And you three – he looks severely at the teenagers nearby – I’m sure you have better things to do.”

You bid farewell to the spider kids who obey Miguel with more or less reluctance.

“Lyla”, he calls out, “Can you tell Jess and Peter to meet us in the conference room?”

You open your mouth to ask who the hell is Lyla, because to your limited knowledge there is no one of that name in the room with you, and leave it open in incredulity when a light in the shape of a woman appears over Miguel’s shoulder and answers him.

“On it!”

“What the fuck is that?”

Alright, that may have been kind of rude, but you’ve had it with all the weird shit around here. You’ve been holding in your comments pretty good until now.

“Lyla’s my personal assistant.” Even if Miguel deigns to answer you, it sounds more like he did it automatically rather than anything else. He keeps walking without sparing you a glance and you follow.

“I’m an holographic AI software“, adds Lyla, who sounds glad to show off.

“You have holograms? That’s so cool… wait. So you’re from the future or something?”

“In my dimension the year is 2099. I’ll explain in details when we get there.”

And so your little trip continues in silence, one which is neither awkward nor comfortable. You think about how Lyla seemed way more chattier than Miguel, so you try your luck.

“Lyla?” There really is something particular about calling the name of someone – something – who you know isn’t there but who you expect to answer nonetheless.

“Yeah?” she replies, materializing in front of you, laying on her back with her hands crossed behind her neck, like she doesn’t have a care in the world. Which you supposed should be expected from a computer program.

“You don’t answer only to Miguel?”

“I am available to assist all members of the Spider Society in protecting the multiverse, but Miguel’s requests take priority.”

“What can you do exactly?”

“Sooo many things… I transfer calls between Spider Society’s members, I detect and track anomalies all over the multiverse, I check the state of the canon, I predict the appearance of canon events, I help Miguel create gizmos and goobers…”

You understood half of that but assume Miguel will explain soon the jargon. You chat amicably with the AI while being careful to not lose Mr Dark And Brooding because you know you will get lost.

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“Did you get all that?”

After listening religiously to Spiderman 2099 for close to an hour and being bombarded with information, you need a moment to get your act together. You feel like you accidentally tore open the fourth wall of reality itself when you shouldn’t have and what you saw on the other side changed you forever. Alternatives dimensions are real and infinites. You are currently in another dimension where the year is 2099 and New York is named Nueva York. The possibilities are endless. Somewhere out there, there are worlds where your sister is still alive. Where you died instead of her in the accident. Where you don’t have powers.

Miguel’s question brings you back on earth, however. To yearn for another existence can only leads to death and destruction.

“Yep.”

Bad answer. He puts his hands on his hips and raises a sceptical eyebrow.

“Did you now?” His voice is dripping with sarcasm and you want to punch him again.

“Yeah I got it. The multiverse exists. Don’t stay in another dimension for too long or everyone dies. Do not interfere with fixed events or everyone dies. Do not let people from other dimensions linger in one that’s not theirs or everyone dies. This is pretty basic sci-fi time travel’s rules. I just compacted your lecture in three sentences, you’re welcome.”

“Che maravilla. Then you can be in charge of giving my “lecture” to the new recruits.”

“I’d say I don’t make a good pedagogue but at least I’ve never thrown a desk at a kid.” You retort without missing a beat, crossing your arms, a sneering smile spreading your lips, staring back at Miguel.

You can’t really be mad at him for the sarcasm, it’s your favourite form of humour after all. But if he wants to play, you’ll give as good as you get.

Once again, Peter plays the peacemaker.

“Heyyy Miguel, didn’t you want to ask about her powers?”

The aforenamed sits for the first time since you arrived in the room, in the chair facing you.

“Lyla, can you take notes of this?”

Lyla makes a military salute.

“From what I’ve gathered firsthand – he rubs his jaw where you punched him – you have enhanced strength. Is your skin completely impenetrable? What about the rest of your body?”

“Enhanced speed, enhanced stamina. I’m almost unbreakable. My muscles and my bones included. My eyes are not.”

“Define “almost”. ”

“The most damage I’ve ever sustained was when I took a shotgun to the head and it knocked me out for a couple days. Otherwise I’m usually bulletproof.”

“What about fire? Are you also immune? Electric shocks? Explosives?”

“Yes, yes and yes.”

It’s like having a conversation with your doctor.

Peter lets out an enthusiastic “wow” and Jessica considers you more attentively. As for Miguel, you can’t tell if he’s impressed or satisfied to have a promising recruit. However you’re quickly interrupted in your analysis of his expression as he stands up.

“Get up. Time to show what you’re capable of.”

#miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #spiderman 2099 x reader #mine #miguel o'hara/reader #atsv fanfiction #atsv fic #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel ohara fanfiction #miguel o'hara fic #atsv miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel ohara x you

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tojisbbygworl · 9 months

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Just For The Night - Hobie Brown x Black!Punk!Reader epilogue

Summary: Two anarchists thought one night was all they had. Only one of them accepted it.

Characters: Mentioned-Miguel, Gwen

Featured-Hobie, Miles

Words: 4,090

Tags: 18+, 3rd person, Angst, Bittersweet, Hurt/Comfort, Hobie needs a hug, Sexually Explicit Thoughts, Mentions of Sex, Yandere if you squint, Doesn’t follow ATSV events, Miles/Gwen 17+, Hobie and You 21+Yearning, The authors barely disguised obsession with Older Brother Hobie/Younger Brother Miles head cannon, Slight OOC

author’s note: the moment y’all have been waiting for, the angsty epilogue and the FINAL part to JFTN. This lil series was very fun to imagine and I’m gonna miss these two, Ik y’all will too.

Okay have fun hope y’all cry!

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"Come on...come on..." Hobie's tongue rested on his upper lip as he concentrated on finishing his latest project...his own interdimensional watch.

It was easy, really. There's so much tech laying around HQ that Miguel won't notice a couple gadgets missing from his arsenal. Hobie was a master of pick-pocketing and Miguel should know better. In fact, he should have expected this, what with being the leader of an elite group of superpowered geniuses. He bets he's not even the only one who's made their own and everyone else is just keeping it under wraps. Or at least, that what he tried to tell Miles.

"Don't listen to that arse," he had whispered to him upon leaving Miguel's 'lair', as everyone liked to put it. It was the day after their little get together and Hobie's...ahem...escapades. As he had expected, they were caught. It's really all Hobie's fault for staying with Y/N so long, but Miles definitely placed all the blame on himself. Miguel was his usual annoyed and angry self, but since it was directed at them, and Miles was such a people pleaser, he scared him good. Miles looked like a ghost leaving that room with Hobie. "He'll forget about it in a week, trust."

Unfortunately, his words went unheard as Miles continued to stare at the ground while they walked. Hobie pat him on the back. "Oi, cut yourself some slack. So you got in trouble for the first time, there's many more to come what with a boss man like that."

"Y-Yeah..." the kid managed to squeak out. Hobie frowned feeling regretful. It hurt seeing him so dejected. Needless to say, Hobie would not be asking Miles to dimension-hop any time soon, not that he would even want to.

Gwen gave Hobie an earful too; Miles was so afraid of being caught again that he only wanted to meet at HQ, much to her displeasure. "You better fix this," she said, finger waving angrily in his face.

So, here he was, many months later with his 3rd prototype, hoping and praying that it would work. He already ran the idea across Miles who swiftly rejected it. He was shocked at how many things Hobie had to steal to work on it, and his conscious would never allow for that. That's fine, Hobie can do all the stealing for him.

"Why are you doing this anyway?" Miles asked him on his 2nd prototype.

"Why not?" He obnoxiously responded. Miles huffed and rolled his eyes. “Maybe I want to see my bro again without Miguel hounding him for it.” He suggested. “Gonna make you your own when I’m done with this one.”

Miles held his hands up and shook his head. “Woah, nuh-uh. No sir. I don’t want nothing to do with that.”

Hobie shrugged. “Fine, then. I’ll make it for Gwendy instead.”

He seemed fine with that, and Hobie knew that at some point he would warm up to the idea of having his own watch. Until then, he didn’t mind traveling over to Earth-1610 whenever he could.

Hobie had to be completely honest with himself. Them getting caught and Miles’s paranoia was the the original reason he began this project, but it wasn’t the only reason. There was someone else he was trying to see on Earth-1610.

Since that day, he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her. Often times he was caught daydreaming by his friends and colleagues alike. Hobie was never someone who had their head the clouds, it was very jarring to see. During these moments he was remembering her sweet voice, her amazing personality and even better music taste.

He had so much respect for her and what she’d been through. He wished he could just give her a hug. Pick her up and take her to where she’ll be safe. With him. For as long as possible.

He also remembered how mesmerized he was seeing her face for the first time. And her body. Her tits constrained by her fishnets with her nipples pressing against the string. How sweet she tasted while she gushed into his mouth, how good it felt when she squeezed herself around him, and wishing he could have came inside her instead of a condom. He’s become the owner to many injuries during missions and countless teasing from his band mates.

All the more reason to finish this watch as quickly as possible. Clearly, his brain was telling him that he needed to see her again. He needs to hear her voice, feel her touch, lick her clit, make her scream his name.

Okay, he was getting a bit carried away, but the point was, as time went on, the ache in his chest grew, and found himself missing her more and more. He’s been spending all of his free time on this hunk of junk, he needed to finish this for his own sanit-

There was a small beeping sound. Then, light.

“Oh, shit!” He exclaimed as it turned on. So as to not fuck it up, he placed it down gently onto his desk and backed away from it. When he tried to turn on the 1st one, it sparked then died. And the second turned on completely only to blow up in his face soon after.

He took in a deep breath, “Okay.” Grabbing the device with his sweaty hands, he pressed a few buttons. 1-6-1-0.

He stepped back and watched the portal open. He gave himself some time to calm down after jumping around and pumping his fists in the air, took another deep breath, and walked in…

…only to end up inside of his own bedroom.

“Ugh,” he threw his head back and rolled his eyes at the ceiling. So he created a watch that could make portals, just not inter dimensional ones. That’s okay. It’s a start. Next time, he’ll get it.

Okay, so he didn’t get it next time. This time, it goes to the wrong universe. It’s always nice seeing Spider-Sun anyway. It’s cool. It’s whatever. Next time.

So he didn’t get it right again, what’s the big deal? So what if this one only goes to one universe even though his last watch could do multiple? Next time for sure.

It caught on fire.

It melted.

This one just fell apart.

By the 15th attempt, Hobie was burned out. At this point, he was just doing it out of boredom. He was close to calling it quits, but something was telling him not to give up. The next one, for sure.

“Pfft, yeah right.” he scoffed to himself after turning on the 16th and final prototype. If this one didn’t work, then that was it. Gwen would just have to deal.

He stared at the forming portal in complete disinterest. At least it turned on this time, but he had the strongest feeling that this one was defective. Why wouldn’t it be? All the other ones were.

Hobie sighed and walked through it, ready to end up in the middle of a jungle in some other dimension. “Just one last time…”

Y/N’s not sure what she’s still doing awake. It was extremely late and she had accepted an early booking tomorrow. She should be asleep, it’s never good to tattoo when you’re sleepy. However, her body just refused to relax.

She was bored as all hell scrolling through Instagram and Twitter on her phone. There was nothing else better to do. She already smoked, ate, and gotten ready for bed. From her laptop the theme song to Pretty Little Liars echoed through the room.

Almost every night was this way, relaxing in the comfort of her own home, a show playing on her computer or music through her speaker, eating pasta, a joint in her hand. And as calming as it was, as much as she needed this serenity in her life, she wished there was more.

She’s not entirely sure what she means by ‘more’. She goes out with friends a lot, but after an hour or two, her head starts to hurt from the weed and alcohol and all she wishes is to be in her soft comfy bed. No, she definitely didn’t mean partying or nightlife. She had the smallest inkling that there was something out there. Something bigger than her. She wanted it so badly, but she doesn’t even know what ‘it’ is.

The last time she felt any sort of rush or excitement was months ago, the night of the concert. Whew. That man, Hobie, was the finest looking thing she had seen for a while. She doesn’t know what got into her that night, telling him all her business like that. Was she insane?

Was he? He did tell her he had killed a cop, and he proudly wears his achievement. As he should. She really really liked that about him. His boldness. And he wasn’t just that, he was also kind and respectful, even though she would have let him do whatever he wanted to her without having to ask.

He wasn’t afraid to let her know that he wanted her, badly. And that was probably the most attractive thing about him.

She woke up that morning feeling stupid when the cold bed made her heart pang and eyes water. Why was she even sad? This is what they agreed on. He finished the roach with her, took down her hair, fell asleep sucking on her tit, then left at some point during the night. No problems, no complaints. Maybe that’s what made her so sad.

She wished he stayed until she woke up, or at the very least, shook her awake when he was getting ready to leave. But, it’s on her for having a crush on him.

It got better as time went on. She still missed him dearly, but she began to accept that he was just one of those people you meet once and then never see again, but that you’ll never forget. She does know that if it was possible, she would be open to seeing him again, but it wasn’t.

Hobie wasn’t the only guy who had been plaguing her mind for the past few months. Recently, she found herself becoming more intrigued with Spider-Man. He was an enigma, no one really knew much about him or where he came from after Peter Parker’s death. She heard he was Puerto Rican, which she thought was pretty cool.

What intrigued her was sometimes Spider-Man wasn’t around. It happened around a year ago, now. He used to be everywhere. At every problem in Brooklyn from petty crime to another monster of the week. At some point last year, some crazy scientist at Alchemax had turned himself into a lizard and almost turned everyone else in the city into one too until he came flying in at the last moment. After that, it’s been extremely close calls. Y/N’s friend, Kailani, witnessed the whole thing from where the both of them were supposed to meet up. She said Spider-Man came in through a portal in the sky. Weird.

Things always turned out right in the end. Somehow, someway, he would show up eventually. But Y/N wondered, what could be keeping him so occupied?

The water from the shower turned off and she heard the curtains draw. After 15 minutes of rumbling in the bathroom, the door opened. She put her phone down to acknowledge the presence in her bed room. “Still awake, ma?”

She nodded although knowing he was about to join her made her eyes a bit heavy. Mattias turned off the light and hopped in bed. With his head on her chest, she felt warm and comfy as he completely engulfed her body. He was shirtless and had his arm around her waist. That along with the insulation from the blanket almost made her knock out.

Mattias put her phone on the nightstand. “I didn’t ask you to do that,” she said jokingly.

“You always looking at that thing,” he answered. “Time to give me attention.”

“Well that’s too damn bad ‘cause I’m about to go to sleep.”

He smacked his teeth. “So you can be awake all this time but as soon as I want to get in bed with you, you want to sleep?” She didn’t answer, giving him a fake snore as a response. “Ight, then.”

He starts to roll over in the bed until she grasps his torso. He laughs and adjusts the both of them so that her head was laying on his chest instead. “You still want to go to sleep, don’t you?”

“Mhm,” she says, her brain already shutting down.

“Go to sleep then, pretty girl.”

Ignoring the nagging feeling in the back of her head to check her blinds, she drifted off into a deep and comforting sleep, her last thoughts being Hobie, Spider-Man, and the unknown. She could feel in her heart that there was more to the world than it seemed (apparently scientists are theorizing the existence of alternate dimensions) and she desperately wanted to know more about it. Maybe even see it for herself. But, right now she was just a girl (wanted felon but whatever) who lived in a small apartment in Brooklyn, working at a tattoo and piercing shop and occasionally getting involved with dudes from Queens like the one laying in her bed currently. He probably wouldn’t be there next week and the week after there’ll be a different one. And she was okay with that…

…Hobie was far from okay.

When he stepped through the portal he walked to the edge of the building’s rooftop. When he looked at the gigantic Koka-Kola billboard he knew he was in the right place. “Finally,” he yelled. He closed his eyes and clasped his hands together, an overwhelming sense of pride filling him.

On another billboard, the time was 1:01 am. “Shit,” he said to himself pulling his mask over his face. He immediately got to swinging towards where he remembered she lived. “I hope she’s up.” And even if she wasn’t , he would come see her another day.

When he turned on the corner of her apartment building, he let out a silent “yes”. He could see her room light was on through her window. But, before he could reach it, he paused and took a second to think.

How was he going to greet her again? It was 1 in the morning, and she hadn’t seen him for a while. She thought she would never see him again. How would she feel about him knocking on her door right now? How would that make him look?

Hmm…maybe he didn’t think this through all the way. He should go then come back at a better time…but, what time would be better? He doesn’t know her schedule and he won’t know what time it is. Shit…what should he do?

Okay, maybe he won’t talk to her tonight. He has to come up with a better plan. But, at the very least, he just has to see her.

His heart grows frantic as he swings to her rooftop. He jumped side to side for a minute and took some deep breaths to psych himself up. Then, he climbed off the roof and down to her window. To anyone else, this would have been creepy and an insane invasion of privacy, but Hobie couldn’t find it in him to care. He ignored everything in him telling him this was a bad idea.

He should have listened.

When he first laid his eyes on her again, he felt the butterflies he felt that night, but tenfold. She was just on her phone, obviously bored. He wanted to kiss her and watch her poker face turn into a cute smile. She looked adorable with her little bonnet and oversized t-shirt. He was so busy admiring her that he failed to notice the man walking in until she acknowledged him first.

Watching some guy waltz into her room like he lived there, pants hanging low and his shirt missing almost made him fall. All he could do was stare as that same guy plopped onto her and her bored look became happy. Hobie watched the two of them fall asleep in each other’s arms then crawled back to the roof and sat on the ledge.

His mask made him expressionless, But underneath it, he was hurt. He looked at his hands in defeat. He tried to be numb, but then he continued to think about what had just happened. He was desperate to see her again, to talk to her, to hold her, to kiss all her problems away. Now that he had his new watch, he could have had something with her. But he couldn’t think that anymore.

His chest twisted and curdled in anxiety and dejection. He had to admit it, he was heartbroken. He knew the two of them had a connection that night. He knew she felt it. The second round was just as good if not better than the first. She rode him in her bed slowly and sensually. His voice cracked so much that night, she had him absolutely gone. ‘I wish I could stay inside you’. Why would she tell him she wanted the same? Was it just sex?

He’s being ridiculous. He knows what happened: she moved on.

He didn’t want her to. He really didn’t want her to. He should have told her that he would see her again. He should have…done something.

Hobie lifted his legs and turned around to sit down on the roof. With his legs angled and knees in the air, he pulled off his mask to reveal his anguished face.

Hobie looked into the night sky. He was way too hung up on this girl. Look at him, sitting on her roof fighting tears because she has someone who isn’t him. Serves him right for getting a crush.

Man, maybe Miguel has a point about universe-hopping.

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Groggy as all hell, Miles blinked slowly as the sound on the window woke him up. He looked in annoyance quickly shifting to happiness then worry once he realized who it was. “Hobie?” He checked the time on his phone that was charging next to him. “After 1:15 in the morning, bro?”

Miles stood up and cracked his back. Hobie moved to the side as the window opened and took off his mask. “‘Ight man, what’s up? Anomaly? Miguel?” He sounded dead tired, but once he saw his downtrodden expression, his nerves were on 10. “You okay?”

It wasn’t the first time they sat atop the dormitory’s roof, but it felt different now. The mood was serene but heavy. Hobie hadn’t really said a word, just messing with something in his lap. He had started climbing and Miles followed.

Hobie was sitting up with his legs crossed whereas Miles laid on his back a bit of a distance away. His hands behind his neck, he stared at the star speckled dark blue sky. Every once in a while he stole a look at Hobie’s back. It was beginning to scare him just how quiet he was. He seemed out of it, he’s never seen him like this before.

But, he wouldn’t push him if he wasn’t ready. Maybe he just needed to be with someone right now.

Still, he wanted him to say something. “So,” he started, Hobie turning his head only slightly to indicate that he had heard him. “You finished that watch then?”

He smirked and huffed. “Yeah, I did.”

The small joy Miles felt from getting him to talk was fleeting. Hobie tensed up again and went back to fiddling with said device. He couldn’t believe how excited he was to finish this thing…to see her.

He sighed and laid on his back as well. Miles held his breath waiting for him to say something. “Miles…I’m sorry.”

The boy furrowed his brows. “What for?”

“I don’t think I ever properly apologized for getting us into trouble like that.” A distant star passed through the sky. “I know how much this job means to you. I was being reckless.”

Miles smacks his teeth and smiles. “Man, don’t even worry about it.” He closes his eyes. It was nice to hear that apology, even though he would never dream of holding what happened over his head. “I know what you was doin.”

They laughed together. Then, Hobie’s small smile faded and it got quiet once more. “I went to see her again.”

“I thought so.”

“She found someone.”

Miles hisses and rests on his elbows to look at him. “Damn,” He sits up fully. “I’m sorry, bro. That must suck.”

Hobie sighs. “Yeah. Lil’ bit.”

“Hey, don’t feel too bad. I bet she missed you just as much as you missed her.” He comforts. Hobie thinks about what he said for a minute. He hopes he was right. He hopes she wanted him to come back to her, but accepted that he wasn’t.

“That’s a nice thought,” he answers. ‘Missed ’ was an understatement.

From the way he grew quiet again, Miles could tell that Hobie’s heart was very heavy. He didn’t really know what to say. Miles wasn’t exactly an expert in relationships, or women in general; he was still trying to figure out his. But, he knows that if he ever found out Gwen was seeing someone else, he would need a big fat hug. So that’s what he did.

He got right next to Hobie and squeezed his shoulders. “It’s gonna be okay,” he whispered. Hobie nodded and looked into the sky.

“Yeah,” he said. “I know…”

“…Can you do me a favor?”

“Anything.”

“Will you at least watch over her for me? Make sure your dad doesn’t get his hands on her, yeah?”

Miles laughed. Of course the only girl he’s ever seen Hobie get choked up over is wanted by the police. To which extent, he didn’t know. And he really didn’t want to find out. “Yeah, I got you.”

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“You’re fucking lying.”

“I’m telling you, girl. Cameron said he saw Spider-Man outside your window.”

“What was Cameron doing outside at 1 in the morning?”

“Who cares what he was doing? Spider-Man is keeping tabs on you. Maybe you’ve been targeted by an evil scientist. Or some shit.”

“Stop playing.”

“Spider-Man might be following you around. Tell him I said hiiiiii~.”

“Bye, girl.”

Rolling her eyes, Y/N hung up her phone. Tati had frantically texted her in the middle of a piercing walk-in saying it was an ‘urgent matter’. Thankfully, her client was cool enough to let her answer while she continued.

“What was that all about?” The boy asked her. He was a nice kid, and very nervous for his first piercing. The whole situation was a bit strange. He walked in with a friend and a guy that looks absolutely nothing like the either of them who couldn’t shut up about how he met Spider-Man the other day. Then he signed the written consent form and dipped.

“My home girl calling me about some crazy shit,” she answered, almost done preparing her station. “She thinks Spider-Man is spying on me.”

The boy cackles really hard and wipes his eye. She didn’t think it was that funny, but whatever floats his boat. “What?” He wheezed. “That’s insanity.”

“I know, right?” She took the alcohol wipe and cleaned his cartilage. He started shaking a little, and she could see how small his pupils were. He was also…really sweaty. Teenage boys.

“You okay?” She asked. “You didn’t eat, right?” He shook his head.

“I’m fine,” he said nervously. He was a bad liar. “Just…excited.” A really bad liar.

“Just relax, okay? I’ll take care of you.” She clamps his ear and he yelps. The both of them stare at each other. “This yo last chance.”

He takes a deep breath. “Let’s do it.”

“Okay then.” She grabbed the needle and prepared to puncture it through his ear. He was trying so hard to be brave but man this kid was afraid. She laughed a bit. “I promise it’s not that bad…what’s your name again?”

“Oh, it’s Mi-AHH!” It was over just as quickly as it started. She was right. It wasn’t as bad. Now he just had to worry about what he would tell his parents when they saw him with it. “…miles…”

“Okay, Miles. We’re all good.”

ending a/n: okay now that’s it! Y’all ain’t getting nothing else from this lil series so don’t ask!

Fr tho guys, this was rly nice to write. Hobie is a lil OOC to me here but I can’t help but write men being absolutely obsessed with their girl it’s my favorite flavor.

Also thank you for choosing the epilogue for those of you who did bcs not only do I not have any business starting a whole new story while I’m literally in the middle of two, I really was gonna break yalls hearts with the story. Y’all would have been MAD AT ME! Shit, I would have been mad at myself.

Anyway, pls check out my other ATSV fics and Toji if you’re into him. Finish this off by saying please go see Rico Nasty live before you die, stay super freaky, have great vagina, I luv yaaaaa🩵

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Warnings: angst, no comfort..okay maybe a little if you squint, minor smut

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Twas a particularly humid evening when you came home, dropping your bag on the bed and kicking your shoes off you only had one thing in mind, a shower and dinner to wrap up the day. You didn't quite expect a visitor until he came over. Helping himself in through the balcony and straight into the kitchen as you leaned by the water cooler, "Hi, you could have used the door, no one's home." You spoke and chugged down some water smiling at your friend. The masked man before you just shrugged, his accent thick as he replied, "Not as fun is it then?"

He sat down at the little table in the kitchen, he ...never really unveiled himself, though you two had been friends for a while now. You met Spider Punk and the gang when anomalies became too frequent in your universe, your universe didn't have a spiderperson...or at least not yet. Pav mentioned something about your world bleeding into his hence the anomalies but that was also the way you met the spider folk. A band of superheroes that fascinated you, and though as much as you and Pav may have bonded over similarities in your worlds it was Hobie who you were intrigued by. He had popped in one day by himself to say hi after a mission and ever since then he’d have chai at your place.

"Oi where'd you go?" He asked bringing you back to reality from your thoughts about how weird it was to encounter interdimensional friends. The night was young, the neon lights of the nearby buildings shone through, the scent of roses and the seaside air was a gentle breeze as Hobie; a name you didn't know yet, followed your gaze out the balcony at the dystopian city with eco brutalism for architecture.

"Something on your mind luv?" He asked seeing as you were oddly very quiet. "Just tired I think, I'll make us some tea." You spoke and got two cups out almost like a routine you loved. You heard as Hobie went on about his day and if something fun happened he was sure to tell you the tea, but of all days today a soft sadness had seeped into your soul. You had only just found out about how the universes worked and about the 'arachno humanoid poly multi verse' or something Gwen had mentioned. The sadness settled in knowing one day they all would disappear from your life.....Hobie would disappear and though you tried not to think about it, it settled in like a slow grief ebbing into your veins.

"Hey.." You asked cutting him off from a random story he was mentioning about that Miguel guy, "Yeah?" he asked, "Is my universe really under threat....would it disappear?" You asked hesitantly watching the tea leaves in the water waiting for them to boil. "Not if we can help it, no...besides it's been off the danger zone for a while now so don't worry you’re good." His voice was chirpy as always but it was a little more grounded as he observed her from behind his mask. "Is that what's bothering you?" He asked as he joined you leaning by the counter with his arms folded, "Sort of it's a weird feeling ya know.." You looked like you had more to say but didn't and he picked up on it watching as you poured hot tea over the sieve into your cups. Hobie as always would only lift half of his mask to enjoy any snacks you served him with the chai. However you noticed a bruise over his bottom lip, and you were aware he had a lip ring, it always made you wonder what kind of a person he was visually. "Spidey...yer wounded." You spoke and he took a sip of the tea and winced, "Ow that was hot and yeah it's just a little cut nothin’ much, don't worry about it." He waved it off as always but you wanted to get the aid kit and help him but realized reality isn't always like the movies you see, you couldn't bring yourself to pull such a stunt, you tried though. "I have an aid kit with gauze and everything you can use my bathroom if you need to." You offered. "That won't be needed but you are a sweetheart to ask that, I promise to let you know if I ever need it alright?" He assured you and couldn't help but smile seeing you smile at his words, the blush on your cheeks was evident every time he used a pet name, he did it on purpose but played it off like it was a habit.

Hobie noticed as you opened your mouth to speak and stopped but then spoke eventually, "Once this is all over...will you all go back to your homes and like we’ll never see each other again?" There was hesitance when you asked but this time you looked at him as if really wanting answers, "Well that's the plan to eventually settle back in our own worlds, though truthfully I don't think the spide society is ending anytime soon."

Hobie's response made her eyes hopeful as she asked, "Does it mean you can still visit or that isn't allowed?" He took a sip of his tea as you looked away down at your own cup, sadness seeping into your words, "It's just I thought you weren't gonna show up, it had been a while and I didn't expect a goodbye to be so abrupt.., but it made me wonder that its inevitable right?"

"Is that what's buggin’ you, why you been so quiet?" He asked leaning over the round kitchen table you two were sat at, "I wouldn't leave without a proper goodbye luv, none of us would trust me." You smiled pursing your lips and took the last few sips of your tea now gone cold, "It's weird because here if someone leaves I can still know they are alive and doing well but with you guys.... I'll never know it's like you never existed and I am struggling to come to terms with it..." Your words choked up at the last bit, tears threatening to spill as you looked away and Hobie realized then just how much it had been affecting you, "M'sorry I didn't mean to worry you." You spoke and wiped your tears away but sat in that awkward silence as the sounds from outside wandered in, someone's radio was playing old songs with broken audio, twas some old folk tale love song, how fitting.

Hobie observed you in that moment, he didn't speak either, the reality of it wasn't far from his thoughts in fact he knew it the moment the spider kids wanted to stay over a while at your place, he knew since that day...this would happen and he couldn't lie that it wasn’t hurting him. Maybe because he was confused about his growing fondness for you, he was damn sure you felt the same way your vulnerability right now was proof for him, he trusted his gut and that’s what it was saying right now.

The hanging silence of grief was disrupted by the beeping of the watch on his wrist, there was so much he wanted to say, he was gathering courage or better yet trying to form words but before he could the messages on the watch rolled in and he sighed dramatically throwing his head back on the chair, "M' so sorry about this, I need to go." You quickly wiped your drying tears away and and straightened up, "Right right sorry about this." The dread was seeping in slowly of the awkwardness but Hobie being Hobie played it off so casually and so well, "They can't resist my charms y'know." He pulled down the half tucked mask and walked towards the balcony, "Uhh hey I just wanted to say tha-" he was cut off once again by the beeping watch "Oh for fucks sake, I'm so sorry luv I promise I'll come back around and we’ll continue but for now g’night darlin’." He swung off as he wished her good night as his watch kept beeping and then for a split second you could feel the air get still and you knew that was the dimension opening and he was gone just like that, leaving you with this weird sensation you weren't happy about and also cursing yourself for being so sappy but really was it unjust to feel this way? You found yourself asking that and gosh you hadn't even seen his face but you were falling....slowly and very deeply like death by quicksand drowning you away.

It was a long time after that, till he showed up again, you met the spider kids in between whose faces you also didn't know until now and they just mentioned how Spider Punk was busy these days. But with each passing day, you knew you had scared him off, it hurt thinking he may be the type to avoid feelings so hurray for you to fall for the cliche emotionally not available dude, but then other times you blamed yourself saying things like he's probably just making boundaries as one should. None of them was a solace, it hurt for a while before it started growing numb, to the point where you were starting to come to terms with never seeing him again..or them...even the kids stopped showing up, that too without a goodbye.

But then one golden sunset with the autumn breeze in the air, you had stepped up to your rooftop to redecorate it for the winter, a place for friends and bbq hangouts and such. You were oddly feeling content that day, work had been good and you had made plans for the weekend with friends, it was you know that brief flittering moment on a windy day when everything seemed fine, like you’re going to be okay. Except you couldn't help but suddenly miss Hobie, heck you didn't even know his real name, he was Punk Spidey to you. The universe worked in mysterious ways when you felt it almost like a miracle that you had thought of him after so long and..there he was, that voice unmistakably his.

"Hey there mate, missed me?" You whipped your head around to see him jump over the ledge and onto the roof. You were speechless eyes brimming immediately, you lost your voice for a moment but smiled so wide just happy to see him, "I..thought you all would never come back...I was sure of it." Hobie could see the hurt in your eyes the feeling of betrayal almost. But first, he wanted to come clean, he took off his mask in one swift motion and you were left gobsmacked. He was beautiful, with dark brown eyes, an awesome hairdo which made you wonder how'd it even fit but most importantly, that smile, you could finally see it spread to his eyes and lord knows you felt your knees give out for a moment. He had a few scars over his sharp bone structured face but really he belonged on a vogue magazine cover that's for sure. "Cat got your tongue?" he teased sauntering forward but his smile was genuine as you snapped back to reality making a mental note of, yeah he's out of your league. "Hi," you managed to say as if seeing him anew, "Hey, the name’s Hobie, Hobie Brown." he introduced himself in that thick cockney accent that gave a nice ring to it. He reached out a hand to shake as if being playful, "Lovely to meet you Hobie I am umm me, just me." You giggled at the silliness of the moment but never noticed how he was stepping closer, he didn't have all of his spider suit on like the gloves..weren't present. You realized that when he reached up to wipe the stray tears away feeling his skin against yours for the first time, "I promised not to leave without saying a goodbye remember?" Those words hit like a ton of bricks, "Is this goodbye?" You asked feeling like a lump was stuck in your chest, you so very much wanted to hold his hand as you struggled not to cry. He was silent, eyes solemn, and he was closer as tears blurred your vision and you stared down at your feet, all reason went out the window and soft sobs erupted, your throat hurt so bad from trying to hold back but you just couldn't. And you felt him wrap his arms around you, it wasn't a simple sort of a hug, no, he slowly took his time to hold you close, closer, firmly and you sniffled into his chest, hiccuping as well. Only Hobie knew how he managed to hold in his emotions for your sake, it took everything in him to not cry at this sad state of affairs, divided by universes, star crossed lovers be damned, you two weren't even supposed to meet or be at all....it hurt more knowing you both would disappear out of each other’s lives like you never ever existed.

"Hey look at me luv," he coaxed you to look up and you tried to steady your breathing as you looked up, his pet name almost sounding less flirty and more like an established relationship thing. "Hobie I, before I forget I need you to know, I really like you, like a lot, I've never felt this way about anyone before and I am scared you'll disappear any moment now so I had to tell you-" You rambled out immediately as if there was some clock ticking by and Hobie was both surprised and pained at the way you confessed, it wasn't romantic, it was rushed and he could tell why. "Hey hey, breathe, I am right here, look at me." He tried to find your eyes but frankly speaking this all was starting to feel like a nightmare to you, you held his hand that reached to wipe your tears again and gently squeezed it as if wanting to know he was real. Hobie knew no words could fix this torment, his eyes were glassy from holding back his own tears and his breathing was heavy. You two just were in that moment, under the sunset’s glow and like moths to a flame, Hobie closed the gap between you two pressing his lips to yours in a longing kiss. He tried to be gentle, he really did but the way you gripped his vest pulling him closer, had him going in with such fervor it left you breathless in a matter of moments and even then when you'd break away catching your breath he'd pull you right back in, closer in his arms, never wanting to part.

The sun was slowly going down but Hobie stayed, longer than any stay, he stayed with you for such a long time wanting to commit you to his memory. You knew this would hurt and yet still you lay yourself bare for him to take, making love like it was the last day on earth. Guiding your leg up a little and around his waist, he moved slow and sensual for this last round, lips not leaving yours. Tears pricked your eyes from both pleasure and sorrow and you held his face mumbling a soft, "..I love you." It felt too soon yes, but also felt like it was now or never. "I love you too.." his words were practically muffled into the kiss. Still, you heard it, you felt it and his thrusts became deep leaving you gasping and whining, clinging to him as he trailed wet kisses down to the sensitive spot on your neck. You wordlessly felt yourself clamp around his length climaxing while he rode you into overstimulation, whispering praises and sweet words. He grunted and buried his face in your hair gripping onto your waist so tight as he chased his own high and he groaned when you felt him finish and you held him as if to steady him. No words were exchanged then, just gentle touches and an embrace to lull you to sleep when he lay beside you.

You were asleep when he'd wake in between his restless slumber from nightmares, he'd curl up closer to you face buried into your neck. "I promise I'll find a way.." He whispered to your sleeping form a promise to you and to himself...he wasn't going to let this god forsaken issue be the reason for you two being torn apart. Rules be damned, there are always exceptions, he knew of it, he was sure of it...or at least he'd die trying.

That dawn he was gone, kissed you goodbye before the sunrise and disappeared. When you awoke the wind was knocked out of you as if it dawned on you all over again, this was it you thought to yourself...you just stared out the window with blank eyes and endless tears, still in bed, bare and covered in last night's pleasure. A part of you might as well have been buried alive that day, eyes hollow and longing, waiting each day then for time to move faster to heal the void.

Hobie was gone..

‘Hobie, my beloved..~’

mood song: mehram from coke studio s14

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#hobie brown #spider punk #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown angst #anarchic spider man #spiderman across the spiderverse #mood song #desi coded reader #desi reader #punkgulaab

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jasontoddssuper · 7 months

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The Anomalies headcanons

This is Spiderverse x Pjo x DC crossover team i've been working on that consists of Miles,Percy and Jason.If you don't like that idea,please just scroll past-Being nice is free and easy

@honeypotsworld @jelmet @insomniac-jay @julieemarine @floof-ghostie @cottoncandyspikes @c0tt0n-c4ndy-sw1rlz @moonage-gaydream @desi-pluto @genderfluid-bat @ammomancer @edityrhometown @spnandmarvelrunmylife @someallpowerfulforce @prettyboybirdie @templarhalo @jellyjays

They're called 'The Anomalies' because they're 'not supposed to exist'.Miles gets called one by name,Poseidon wasn't meant to have kids anymore and Jason's ressurection wasn't planned by anyone good.They use the name as reclamation to those people who use their existence against them

Percy's dimension is Earth 27 and Jason's is Prime Earth

Percy and Jason are afro-caribbean like Miles,both being dominican and Percy half black-greek.They're also all autistic and trans,with Miles and Jason being trans guys and Percy a trans woman who's full name is Persephone,chosen by her as a thank you to the og for giving her what's basically ancient greek magic hrt-Metamorphose,food that's been blessed by Aphrodite to give the eater their dream apperance

Miles' design is the same other than a few scars he gains on their adventures(Because he's perfect as he is <3)but Jason has brown skin,shoulder length dreads with one being white from the Lazarus Pit and is fat in addition to his canonical muscle and Percy has the darkest skin out of all of them,kinky hip length hair that's naturally styled in a way that makes it look like waves and is curvy,busty and has some more muscle than in canon and her gray streak turned white instead of fading completely so she dyes it sea blue to blend in.She's also pastel punk,Jason is goth and Miles just kinda does his own thing,although he does have a love for cute like things like Sanrio which Percy helped him embrace so he wears merch from it

Miles ends up becoming a Blue Lantern thanks to befriending Kyle and earns Apollo's blessing by being truly and earnestly dedicated to his art,with Apollo sobbing like a baby when he gave it to him because of how amazed he was(Percy to resist the urge to slash him away from him)

The reason Sally has sea color changing eyes is that she has kryptonian dna thanks to interdimensional shenanigans from her great grandparents escaping Krypton before it's explosion and this is why Percy is even stronger than your average Big Three Kid.After being adopted by Clark,she's given the name Per-El but even before that,he acts as a fatherly mentor to her so similar to the Persephone thing,she dones the Superfam symbol on her costume as 'Hydro'.Her costume is black and sea blue and has a hood and a lower face mask like Stephanie's

She also ends up hosting Venom for a significant amount of time and actually made him more scared of her than she is of him.Many people still wonder how she managed that-The ones who don't know her personally that is

Jason's Lazarus Pit dna being exposed to Miles' Spiderperson kind for so long and so often turned him into a Spider Mutant similar to Miguel,only with werewolf-like traits instead.He was pissed about it at first,especially with Miles' distressed apologies making him feel guilty and Percy's teasing,but learned to accept it and went under 'Batspider' until he learned to control his newfound powers.His costume is moddled after Miles' but with his own gothic twists like his Spider Symbol being cracked("Girls,girls,contain yourselves,there's enough to go around!" "Percy,for fuck's sake-" "Jay,you look like black Emo Elmo" "......How would anyone be able to tell i'm black in this???" "Same way they do with me.It's about vibes")

They met post itsv but pre atsv,post hoo when Percy graduated high school but toa never happened and a few days after utrh(the movie version is the one were following since that's the best written one).Doc Ock had survived the crash and gone into hiding to make another dimension teleportation device,becoming much more unhinged in the process,and attacked the town square to plant it on Miles to get rid of him by giving him 'a fate worse than death' and Percy's defying of the gods went way farther than in canon so they asked Apollo to bring her to Olympus and banished her from their realm,both ending up on Prime Earth and literally crashing straight into Jason in his Red Hood gear as he rode out further than the outskirts Gotham on his motorcyle.Percy and Miles hit it off instantly and it was helped by reminding eachother of Gwen and Nico,Jason decided to make sure Miles survived because he saw his Robin self in him and Percy and Jason bickered eachother's heads off from the start

Team Mom Percy so true.She does her best to make sure they all eat good,sleep well,don't go out on missions with too bad of injuries,keep up with training and are reassured they're loved.Miles and Jason gladly return the favor(Though Jason's more subtle about it)

Percy and Jason=Miles defense and hype squad

Percy encourages Miles to embrace his inner kid and eventually tells that one of the reason's for it is her own extremely lonely childhood that she dosen't wanna see him go through.That was the first time he'd been her shoulder to cry on and they were closer than ever afterwards.He appreciates it a lot because he'd been getting at the age where it's considered 'inappropriate' for boys to be 'cutesy' and it was upsetting to him and she helped him own it

Jason regularly uses Miles as a head rest and has an arm slung around Percy's shoulder,both as affection but the latter also for protective reasons

Miles draws Percy and Jason instead of Gwen in his sketchbook(That scene was mad cute but i prefer found family angles over romances ones when it comes Miles for the most part)and they tease him about just like she did("Love you too,Girasolito." "Damn,you really look up to us huh?" "Where's the River Lethe when you need it?!")

Jason and Percy are queerplatonic partners.Autism 2 Autism Red-coded 2 Blue-coded Transmasc 2 Transfem Bat 2 Super Communcation

They all big white bloob eyes in their costumes,including Jason with his helmet!!Also,in superhero dimensions,masks and helmets move with the wearers facial expression

Jason teaches Miles to channel his anger in useful ways and Miles helps Jason's rage calm itself

CHAOTIC ASF EVEN OFF DUTY.McSupers trips at odd hours,saying the weirdest shit because they're just that open with eachother,fucking around with their powers and even more!!Their love language is being sweet freaks together

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lildoodlenoodle · 9 months

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Some random Hobie information from the comics! I’ve specified where the movies might come in and fanon stuff!

Hobie, despite having a British/cockney accent in the movie and in the comics, lives in NYC in the comics(movie might b different).

Hobie is a homeless teen(I’m pretty sure his parents died) radicalized by his dystopian world.

He’s been Spiderman for 3 years(movie so most of his comics have probably passed) and his world is a weird combination of 1970s-1990s.

Canonically bad at naming things.

His friends/band are tired of his shit and regularly make fun of him for saving the multiverse.

The cops in Hobie’s world all have the venom symbiote, he uses his guitar to play frequencies that disrupt the symbiotes.

He kills Norman Osborn twice.

Yes he kills cops.

Full name is Hobart.

Originally he hated being called Spider-Punk.

He works with his worlds Daredevil(Mattea Murdock), Captain America(Captain Anarchy), Hulk(Robbie Banner), Ironheart(RiotHeart), Ms. Marvel, etc.

Most people in his ‘band’ can’t actually play lol.

With facism one of his other greatest enemies is capitalism and being ‘marketable’.

Hobie’s design was originally meant to be Spider UK, who later became Billy Braddock.

He also got a symbiote dog called Spider-Mutt in his latest run.

Gwen Stacy was a famous rockstar who died in his world, Hobie was a fan!

He was originally recruited to what I affectionately call the ‘Interdimensional Spider Death Squad’ run by the Superior Spider with Spider Noir (and eventually Miles and Jessica joined right before the teams merged)rather than the other group of spiders.

He was the one that brought Miles back into the ‘spider society’ when the inheritors came back.

In the comics he lives in a Welfare center in Brooklyn he and his friends/band operate, in the movie he lives in a boat!

Hobie has an interdimensional band with Gwen(drums), Pavitr(keyboard), Noir(bass), Anya(1616 vocals), and Ham(air guitar)

I can’t remember Hobie having any romantic interests in his universe, but fanon wise he is often shipped with his canon gay friend, Captain Anarchy aka Karl Morningdew, but Karl does have a canon boyfriend. But outside of his universe there’s a whole host of possible ships and some do include: Hobiemiles / punkflower hobiepav/chaipunk hobiegwen / ghostpunk

#just fun little details to add for fanfic and drabbles #most of this is from memory so lmk if anything is wrong #I’m like 70% sure it’s referenced in the comics that he’s British and it’s mean to be a throw back to the spider UK design #Hobie brown #spider punk #spider band #punkflower #chaipunk #goldenpunk #is that the new ship name?#ghostpunk #noirpunk

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dinosaurfucker · 11 months

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I saw a popular post referring to Hobie Brown (Punk Spiderman) from Spiderman: Across the Spider-verse with a lot of notes implying he is just a background character (Wrong) that is impulsive (WRONG) and felt it was Wrong so I’m gonna rant for a min major spoilers under the cut.

So the post was saying Hobie saw one bit of conflict and decided to blow everything up and while it was funny like... It’s Wrong.

Hobie had plans from the very beginning. You think Hobie, a punk anarchist, was offered to become a part of an institution that’s whole job is to keep everything canon compliant and went “yes, this makes sense”. I think Hobie had this, or something similar planned, from the very beginning. I have two major points that I think back this up.

1. Hobie’s entrance to the story is him “show boating”, setting him up as a slightly arrogant character. Miles is about to be the one to break the electric barrier by revealing how *much* more powerful he’s become and how he’s advanced in his abilities, showing he can both siphon electricity with a touch but he can also create outward blasts. Hobie makes a point of showing off, breaking the barrier around the collider first and then rubbing salt in the wound by winking and giving him the tip which, at the time, feels patronizing and arrogant, that he needs to use his palms for a more effective blast. This, combined with his friendship with Gwen sets him up as a mild antagonist to Miles for a few scenes and Miles is jealous and feels slighted and left out. However, Hobie doesn’t continue this narrative and isn’t shown to be particularly arrogant or patronizing to even Peter B’s baby, and is in fact rather supportive, in his own way, to Miles and those around him and Miles kind of goes from jealousy to kind of admiration.

You know what Hobie did succeed in doing by interrupting Miles and stealing his thunder? Keeping Miles’ abilities secret from Miguel and the other Spiderpeople on his side, until the time was right. Hobie’s making sure that if Miles goes against the grain as he suspects he will, (because he knows their plan and why they don’t want Miles involved and what they’re hiding from Miles on purpose) that Miguel will be underestimating the young Spiderman, and that Miles will have the element of surprise. He also reiterates his advice that when he initially gave it felt like showing off, to use him palms for extra power, right at the exact moment Miles needed to show his advanced abilities off.

Hobie proceeds to say “I quit” and teleports back to (presumably) his own universe, while throwing his own teleport bracelet back to show he doesn’t intend to return. This is important. He no longer holds one of Miguel’s teleporters. This brings me on to the next point.

2. When Gwen tries support Miles, she has her teleporter taken from her, she’s dumped back into her own universe and she feels hopeless. She doesn’t know how or where to start trying to find Miles, they are essentially trapped in separate dimensions. But what appears in front of her, using colours and an art style completely different from Miguels? A teleporter watch (this isn’t their official name but forgive me I can’t think of their name right now). It’s obviously a bootlegged device. And it’s also obviously in the style and colouring of Hobie, to show that it’s come from Hobie.

When we last saw Hobie, he had quit and quite notably returned his device. And we also know, that while these wrist devices are shown to help the Spiders teleport between universes, one thing it’s clear they cannot do, is time travel. Otherwise they would simply undo all the anomalies. Which, unless Hobie made a copy in the space of a few hours, means that Hobie was already working on a teleporter copy that allowed interdimensional travel that would prevent glitching and couldn’t be easily traced by Miguel and Jess. Which implies that Hobie had had a plan from the beginning. He most likely always intended to fight back against Miguel in some way, whether he always planned on Miles being the catalyst, whether Miles was the reason he wanted to fight back (because I can’t imagine an anarchist like Hobie taking the news that a huge powerful institution needs to crack down on an individual - never mind a single black teenage boy, lying down) or whether he was an opportunist and felt in the moment Miles presented his opportunity I don’t know.

But based on the story I don’t think Hobie Brown did anything impulsively and I don’t think he just saw a bit of conflict and decided to be an instigator.

Hobie Brown was the instigator the entire time. He was intrinsic to the story progressing as it did. Where Peter B Parker was the rock Miles Morales needed in the first story, Hobie was the oil for Miles’ spark in the second story and it was entirely intentional.

Hobie Brown is an anarchist with a lot of smarts and a lot of foresight and he’s got Miles’ back.

EDIT: Hobie, before Miles even joins the Spider Gang tries to stop Miles from going to Miguel's world by throwing his arm around Miles saying "he don't follow your rules" to Jess before Miles goes with them and visibily sags when Miles wants to go anyway so he's protecting him from.Min 1. He’s literally one of the most integral parts of the story.

#rant #spiderman across the spiderverse #miles morales #hobie brown #spinderpunk #spiderman #miguel o'hara #spoilers #long post #spiderman into the spiderverse #a lot of people already realised this #but i saw a surprising amount of people discussing hobie as impulsive #maybe worth a read?

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mamawasatesttube · 10 months

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Ok listen, 90's Superboy would be pretty damn protective of Yj cartoon Superboy: due to an interdimensional accident 90's Kon meets Yj cartoon Superboy and by some unfortunate chance gets into that whole mess of conversation with Superman in front of the school bus. 90s Kon is like: Σ(▼□▼メ) Who the fuck is that sorry excuse of a Superman? C'mon boy, I'll teach you.

i haven't actually watched yja since like 2016, WAY before i ever started reading comics, but from what i do remember yeah absolutely. its also kind of extra funny if it's specifically sb94/yj98 era kon bc he's Little next to yja superboy. he hasn't hit his growth spurts yet. he's this opinionated loud obnoxious lil punk twerp with a heart of gold and he WILL be taking this superboy under his wing. he's like hey dude don't worry ill be your big brother !!!! being a clone isn't all bad you know!!! ill show you the ways of the world and also wendy the werewolf stalker!!! and also ill take you to meet MY kal he's way nicer than whatever this jackass has going on, like seriously is this guy an imposter im pretty sure no real superman would do that. anyway cmon lets go i got you some shades so we can be matchies!!!! etc etc etc. one of the very first things yja superboy learns about him is that he just does not stop talking.

#i do just think the image of kon being a tiny 16yo next to brick shithouse yja conner and yet going IM A BIG BROTHER NOW is really funny #answers #kon

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What you think of the idea of Miguel being in a fascist position in Atsv? Like how Hobie clearly opposed him and everything

I'm new to the comics but I know he's from a super corporation fascist future, so I don't know we can exactly put him in that position, since he is slowly try to get away from Alchemax views

OH BOY asks that get me placed on three different callout posts fkjdshfkjdhskj

tldr: no i don't think miguel is in a fascist position in atsv nor do i personally think hobie views him as a fascist.

long answer:

How does Hobie view Miguel

I think, per his own political activism and the fact we don't see him shying away at all from active confrontation with people like cops, if Hobie sincerely thought Miguel was a fascist he wouldn't participate in the spider society's directive at all. He's really open about his reservations about how it operates, the fact he's mainly here to support Gwen and deeply critical of the harm Miguel stands to perpetuate in his pursuit of conformity to the canon*, but I think if it was an open/shut case, he wouldn't participate at all and would be making an active effort at radicalising those around him. The latter of which we don't even see with Gwen, who he's clearly close to. He only questions her decision to hide the truth from Miles.

* <- by this I mean his remarks re the Go Home Machine. For the longest time, Hobie (and the narrative in it's tonal presentation of the scene) characterising this act as something warrenting suspiscion really confused me because like. what else is miguel supposed to do. the villains will literally die if left in different dimensions and have been shown to go on to enact harm if left to their own devices.

But I think what Hobie the character is driving at, as he is in his entire conversation to Miles, is urging caution to Miles about committing to a cause that's so afraid of a repeating tragedy that they're pursuring conformity to canon at the expense of questioning the harm they stand to perpetuate (this extending to Miles once he's viewed as an anomaly), and Hobie is asking Miles to interogate that. Also like. as a punk anarchist of COURSE Hobie dislikes the idea of conformity informed by fear (not of Miguel I mean, but the wider supposedly unchallangeable cosmic power).

2. Is Miguel in a fascist position of power?

OH BOY the big one. Putting aside the entire thing that is being unable to apply fascism on a one to one basis because no sense of ultranationalism/centralised autocracy and the whole thing about universal collapse being real and not an imagined threat being used to consolidate power. imo no.

We see no evidence of Miguel trying to consolidate personal power with what little we see of the spider society structure. There's no inherent restrictions on the watches (aka Miguel doesn't restrict Gwen and Peter's personal freedom to Miles' dimension. It was up to Jess's discretion to handle the training of her protoge).

He seems to have just ended up the defacto leader by virtue of having created stable interdimensional travel watches, running admin on mission intel if the multitude of screens are anything to go by and being the living traumatised reminder of what rebelling against canon invokes to the rest of the people he manages. Other characters speak of his leadership not as if they're afraid of him retaliating against them if they don't do so positively (in fact Jess and Peter make fun of him to his face), but rather sympathetically to his past.

He's essentially like. the traumatised poster boy for their entire mission statement as well as the dude who coralled everyone into this for the purpose of trying to wrangle the damage anomalies were causing when spat into different dimensions.

Even him sending Gwen home, while really fucking nasty and awful of him to intimidate her like that, speaks less to me of trying to crush opposition by virtue of it being opposition, but rather an indication of Miguel's own sunk cost fallacy thinking, given how clearly atsv signposts Miguel's grief and guilt (w the latter i mean both at the intial skipping dimension action and his subsequent approach to canon w the society) as sincere. It's him hitting absolute rock bottom and betraying the responsibility he holds to Gwen as an adult yeah, but I don't read the action as one about consolidating power for the sake of such.

I think Hobie is aligned with the sincerity of the intention to protect people, otherwise he wouldn't be participating at all, but is deeply critical of both what the centralised nature of the watches promotes (the only avenue to helping the multiverse is with miguel) and the harm Miguel stands to perpetuate in pursuit of utter conformity to canon.

And when the latter actualises in the pursuit of Miles, Hobie peaces the fuck out with his alternate watch.

#ask games #anon #sorry for the late reply my dude this took a WHILE for me to mull over and think about my response

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