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Wednesday comes to terms with her romantic feelings for Enid, but worries she will never be able to give Enid the love she deserves.

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Wednesday wants to kill her. That’s the only explanation for these feelings she is experiencing. They are similar to feelings she’s experienced before. The obsession she feels towards Enid is like the obsession she feels towards homicide. It excites her and makes her crave more. But there’s something else about the way she feels toward Enid. Something warm. Wednesday isn’t used to being warm. But when it’s Enid, she finds she doesn’t mind it. Like when Enid hugged her. Wednesday found she didn’t hate it. She wanted to touch Enid. And wanted to be touched in return.

Wednesday finally began to understand the feelings she felt towards Enid.

As she watched Enid from across the courtyard, she began to feel that obsessive feeling again. Enid sat between Yoko and Ajax and Wednesday could see how they hung on Enid’s every word. Wednesday hated how Enid laughed with them. Wednesday hated how Enid smiled at them. She wanted Enid to smile at her like that. Wednesday didn’t want to kill Enid. Wednesday wanted to kiss her. To consume her. And be consumed in return.

It all made sense now. Enid was a powerful werewolf. Wednesday liked that about her. While her colorful wardrobe and bubbly personality weren’t things she thought her future spouse would have, she found that she didn’t hate them. Because it was Enid. And Wednesday wasn’t blind. She could see Enid was pretty. Wednesday found her werewolf nature to be attractive. Enid’s claws were sharp. Wednesday thought they would look enticing in blood red.

Wednesday wasn’t used to romantic emotions. She was familiar with rage, sadness, and even happiness, but love that wasn’t familial was new territory. Wednesday wasn’t even sure she could love someone romantically until Enid. But even as she recognizes her romantic feelings for Enid, she knows they aren’t normal. They aren’t normal feelings. Wednesday feels lust mixed with comfort. She desires Enid, her lust makes more sense than anything romantic. Wednesday is comfortable around Enid. After what they had been through together. Wednesday chooses to like Enid.

But Enid wouldn’t choose Wednesday. Wednesday was aware she was difficult to handle. Enid was so bright like the sun and deserves someone who can love her normally. Why would Enid choose darkness when she was made of light?

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Wednesday was sitting at her typewriter when Enid burst into the dorm. Enid skipped to Wednesday as Wednesday eyed her suspiciously.

Enid shoved a fluffy-looking item in Wednesday’s face. “Here!”

“What’s this,” Wednesday said, eyeing the black cloth.

“A new snood! To replace the one you sacrificed at the Gates Mansion.”

“You didn’t have to,” Wednesday said dryly. “Really.”

“I wanted to. I like that we have something that matches.” Enid said as she began to blush. “Don’t you think it’s nice to match?”

Wednesday looked at Enid, taking in the nervous way she hid her hands behind her back and the way her eyes darted everywhere to avoid looking at Wednesday in the face.

Enid was nervous.

“Oh.”

Enid was nervous because of her. But a different kind of nervousness than Wednesday is used to seeing in reaction to her. Wednesday wasn’t stupid. She knew that Xaiver liked her. And Wednesday could see that Enid liked her.

“Thank you, Enid,” said Wednesday as she reached out to touch Enid's arm. Enid’s eyes looked met Wednesday’s in surprise and noticed that Wednesday's face was much closer.

“I do like that we match,” Wednesday said with a faint smile.

Enid turned red. “Um, well, great, I have to go now,” Enid shouted as she ran to the door. “I’m supposed to hang out with Yoko. I’ll see you later, bye!”

Wednesday stood alone in their dorm, staring down at the snood. She felt herself feeling warm. Enid was so caring with Wednesday. Wednesday’s stomach filled with dread. Enid liked her. Wednesday liked Enid. But they couldn’t be together. Wednesday was too much. For anyone. She was rude and only thought of herself. Wednesday knew she would hurt Enid, even if she didn’t want to. Wednesday walked to her closet and hid the snood away. She climbed out the stained glass window and played her cello. The night was haunted by her song of sadness.

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The more Wednesday tried to stop having feelings for Enid, the harder it was. She lived with her after all.

“Wednesday! Please come out with me! It’s so nice outside. We can do anything you want, I’m just sick of seeing you sitting at your desk.”

“My apologies, but I cannot take a break from my writing. Do not let me ruin the day for you.”

Enid began to blush, “But, I wanted us to spend time together.”

“I can’t, Enid. But you should go. Enjoy the day.”

“Okay,” Enid said with a sad smile. “I’ll see you later then.”

After Enid shut the door, Thing rose from where he was hidden under the blankets. He began to make some rude hand gestures to Wednesday.

“I don’t want to hear it, Thing. It’s better this way. ”

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Wednesday was walking through the courtyard when she heard her name.

“Wednesday!”

Wednesday turned to find Enif approaching her with Ajax in tow.

“Hey, what are you doing, I haven’t seen you at all today,” Enid said with a pout.

“I’ve been gravedigging,” Wednesday said, staring at Ajax with dead eyes.

“Um, well, I’ll see you later Enid,” the boy said and scurried off.

“Well I am retiring to the dorm,” Wednesday began to turn away from Enid.

Enid grabbed her arm, “ Wait! I’m coming too.”

Wednesday eyed the hand on her arm. Enid noticed her stare and slid her hand down from her arm into Wednesday’s hand. Wednesday looked at the other girl in surprise. This was oddly bold for someone who blushes easily. Wednesday broke Enid’s hold and avoided the hurt look in the girl’s eyes.

“How are things with Ajax?”

“Ajax? Um, nothing, we’re just friends now,” Enid said as she walked close to Wednesday.

“Oh. I see.”

“Yeah.”

The girls arrived in their dorm and Enid went to shower. Alone with her thoughts, Wednesday began to pace. Enid was hinting to Wednesday that she had feelings for her. How could the werewolf be so bold, Wednesday thought with a blush. It was getting harder to ignore her feelings and now she has to ignore Enid’s feelings too. But Wednesday had to. To protect Enid. Wednesday would rather keep Enid as a friend than lose her completely due to her odd feelings. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Later that night, Enid was a blushing bundle of nerves. She was stuttering and fidgeting and Wednesday found it dreadfully adorable. Then she felt disgusted at her fond feelings. Warm feelings were taking some getting used to.

“Enid.” Wednesday confronted the werewolf. “What is wrong with you.”

“What, nothing, of course. Nothing’s wrong with me,” Enid avoided eye contact with Wednesday.

“Hm. Very well.”

“Well, actually, um, this is for you,” Enid said in a rush, pushing a black box toward Wednesday.

“Oh. It is not my birthday. Has someone died?” Wednesday wondered aloud.

“What? No one died, this is just something I made for you.”

Made? Wednesday slowly opened the box and found a black chain necklace. With a werewolf fang. Wednesday’s eyes flew to Enid’s.

“What is this?”

“It’s a fang I lost during the fight with Tyler. Wednesday, I love you. I fought Tyler because I couldn’t stand the thought of losing you. I love you so much and I want you to be mine. I talked to Thing and he told me about Addams courting gifts. This is my courting gift to you.”

Wednesday’s heart hurt. She felt more pain than she did when she was dying at the hands of Crackstone.

“Enid. I can’t accept this.”

Enid’s eyes filled with pain, “What? What do you mean?”

“Enid, I worry I will make you unhappy. I don’t feel as you do. I don’t feel as much as you do. I don’t feel romantic feelings strongly. I know I care for you, but my feelings fall short in comparison to yours.”

“Wednesday, I love you. I don’t care if you love a little differently. I would be more surprised if you loved normally. Just chose me. I love you and I know you care for me.”

“Enid, I am selfish and think only of myself at times. But I want to make you happy. I will always try to make you happy. I chose to love you, Enid, because you make me feel.” The girls embraced and Wednesday felt happy. Enid loved her and accepted her for who she is.

Wednesday held the necklace out to Enid, “Can you put this on me, mi ángel.”

Enid blushed at the nickname, “Of course.”

Enid brushed Wednesday’s hair aside and fastened the necklace onto Wednesday. Being so close to her neck, Enid could smell Wednesday’s scent of storms and ashes. Feeling confident, Enid placed a soft kiss on the back of Wednesday’s neck. Wednesday stiffened before turning to face Enid.

“I’m sorry, Wednesday, I should have asked-,”

Enid was cut off by Wednesday kissing her. Just once. It was so gentle, Enid almost thought she was imagining it. But Wednesday's eyes were full of desire. Enid leaned towards Wednesday and the girls connected in a deeper kiss.

Wednesday’s hands slid down to Enid’s waist and held the werewolf’s body close to hers. Enid’s hands rested on the sides of Wednesday’s neck. Wednesday felt her desire pooling between her legs and pulled away from Enid. Enid’s cheeks were flushed and her lips shined in the moonlight.

“Um, just making sure. Was that okay? I know you said you don’t feel romantic feelings strongly, I don’t know how you feel about, um, physical stuff,” Enid grew red as she spoke.

Wednesday leaned in to kiss Enid again, “One thing I am sure of is my desire for you.”

“You are the object of all my desires. I have been craving you for months. You are deadly, strong, and simply amazing. I will treasure this necklace always.”

Enid whimpered and dragged Wednesday to her bed. Wednesday was pushed onto the colorful comforter and Enid kissed all over Wednesday’s face.

“I love you so much. Wednesday, sleep here with me tonight?”

Wednesday answered the girl with a kiss and the two laid face to face. They spent the night kissing and whispering their affections.

Wednesday was still worried about making Enid unhappy, but she swore on her own life that she would give Enid everything she could ever want.

#wenclair #wednesday x enid #wednsday addams #enid sinclair

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jklesbianjk · 1 year ago

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“I thought you didn’t like me and that’s why you didn’t snog me that day.”

“I thought you knew I wanted to kiss you and you didn’t feel the same.”

“That doesn’t make sense.” Hobie narrowed his eyes. “Why wouldn’t I like my boyfriend?”

“Since when have I been your boyfriend?”

“Mate, we’ve been dating for four months.”

“What! When did that happen! ”

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Hobie Brown has been dating Miles Morales for about 2 months. They started dating after afternoons of spray painting subway stations in Miles' dimension and swinging around Hobie’s dimension became a weekly affair. Not to mention their growing solo sleepovers without Gwen and Pav.

Hobie would say the moment they started dating was when they were sitting on top of a tall banking building in New York. Hobie was looking at the horizon, but Miles was looking at Hobie.

“You alright, love?” Miles glanced away from Hobie’s knowing smirk.

“Yeah, man. It’s just.” Miles tapped his fingers on the steel on the building nervously. “I like doing this. With you. Being here with you.” Miles looked at Hobie who lit up and wrapped his arm around Miles’ shoulder.

“I like being here with you too, love.”

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Miles Morales had a big fat crush on Hobie Brown. He’s had this crush for about 5 months. It started soon after they met and grew stronger as they started getting closer during group hangouts which turned into one-on-one hangouts. But Miles wasn’t sure how to ask the other boy out and it was driving him crazy.

Miles tried once. The two boys were sitting on top of a building in New York. The sunset was a canvas of orange and pink, but Miles couldn’t take his eyes off Hobie.

Hobie caught him staring, “You alright, love?”

Miles loved when Hobie called him that and he knew Hobie knew by the way he smirked.

But Miles was feeling brave, “I just like doing this. With you. Being here with you.”

Hobie lit up and wrapped his arm around Miles. “I like being here with you too, love.”

Miles waited for something else. But Hobie just closed his eyes and leaned his head against the side of Miles. Miles was hoping the other boy would kiss him.

Arm around the shoulder could mean anything! It could mean Hobie was cold. It could mean he thought Miles was cold. It could mean Hobie thought of Miles as a bro.

Miles sighed, leaning closer to Hobie. Well this was nice too.

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Hobie Brown has been dating Miles Morales for four months. He knew this was Miles' first relationship, so he understood they were taking this slow. But sometimes it felt like Miles didn’t even know they were dating!

Hobie noticed that Miles never physically reached out to him first. Miles never rejected Hobie’s hugs and touch, but it was always Hobie making the first move. This brings him to the next issue which is that Hobie wants Miles to kiss him first. Hobie is dying to kiss Miles, but he doesn’t want to rush the other boy or make him feel pressured. So Hobie has been waiting.

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Hobie was spending another afternoon in Miles' dimension. Hobie laid on Miles’ bed, softly playing his guitar while Miles sat at his desk sketching Hobie.

“Are you about finished yet, love?” Hobie looked up from the guitar to Miles. Miles grew warm under the punk boys eyes.

“Well, I haven’t added color to anything. It’s a pretty rough sketch.” Miles glanced away from Hobie.

“Can I see it?” Hobie asked. Miles couldn’t say no. He walked over to where Hobie sat. Hobie moved his guitar to the floor and grabbed the sketchbook Miles held towards him.

There were several pages covered with sketches of Hobie. Hobie sitting on top of building, Hobie’s hair, Hobie’s piercings, Hobie’s hands on his guitar, Hobie sleeping in his bed-

Miles pulled the sketchbook out of Hobie’s grasp, “Wait you weren’t supposed to see those.” He laughed nervously, “Those are older.”

Hobie felt flattered and felt his feelings for Miles grow stronger, “So you like watching me sleep, eh?” Hobie teased Miles, leaning into his side.

“I’m sorry, man. You just looked so peaceful.” MIles looked over to Hobie.

“Don’t stress it, love. You can draw me anytime you want, sleeping or not.” Hobie laid his head in Miles' lap and shut his eyes.

“You could draw me like this if you wanted to.” Hobie chuckled and waited for Miles to protest, but was met with silence.

Hobie opened his eyes and found Miles staring at him. And being closer than Hobie remembered. The two boys stared at each other and Hobie thought that it was finally gonna happen. Miles was finally going to kiss him.

MIles leaned in slightly, but just as Hobie was about to shut his eyes, Miles pulled back and leaned away from Hobie.

At that moment, Hobie suddenly realized that maybe Miles doesn’t want to kiss him. His fears were confirmed when Miles muttered an apology and shifted from underneath Hobie.

Hobie jumped to his feet and grabbed his guitar and practically ran to the open window. Hobie turned back to Miles and muttered an excuse for leaving before webbing out of the window onto the roof and portaling back to his dimension.

Miles sat on the bed where Hobie left him and realized he almost kissed his friend. Hobie definitely knows about Miles’ crush on him now. That’s why he left in such a rush. He was probably uncomfortable with Miles’ feelings for him. Miles crawled under his covers and wanted to hide from the world.

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It’s been two weeks since the almost kiss incident and Miles hasn’t seen Hobie since that day. At first, Miles was just bummed. But after two weeks of radio silence and being avoided because Miles knows Hobie is avoiding him, Mies is pissed off.

Even if Hobie doesn’t like him back, how can he just ignore Miles? How can he just throw away their entire friendship? This leads Miles to portaling to Hobie’s dimension to tell the older boy off.

Miles stepped out of the portal into Hobie’s flat. He searched around the living room area for Hobie and when he didn’t see him, he marched over to Hobie’s bedroom. Kicking the door, MIles found Hobie sitting on the floor surrounded by sheet music.

Hobie’s head shot up at the sound of his door being kicked open, but before he could react his body was webbed to the floor.

“What the fuck, mate?” Hobie was not in the mood. After the almost kiss incident, Hobie couldn’t bring himself to face his boyfriend knowing Miles wasn’t attracted to him.He avoided the boy and thought eventually Miles would just move on. So he was surprised to find Miles kicking open his door with a fiery look in his eyes.

“Yeah, man, what the fuck.” Miles snapped back. “What the fuck is your problem.”

“What’s my problem? My problem is you’ve broken into my flat and pinned me down for no reason.”

“There is a reason.” Miles was slowly losing grip of his anger. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

Miles stated.

“Yeah. I have been.” Hobie said, not bothering to deny it. Miles' heart hurt and then shattered at Hobie’s next words. “You should know why.”

MIles worst fears were confirmed. Hobie was avoiding Miles because he knew about his crush.

“Wow, you couldn’t even reject me to my face. You’re a fucking coward, you would rather hurt my feelings than let me down easy.” Miles' anger was back. “Some friend you are, man, fuck you.”

“Well, that’s because we’re not friends.” Hobie broke out of the webs and stood in front of Miles. “Real big of you to act like this is my fault. If you didn’t fucking want me, you should’t have decided to be my fucking boyfriend. That’s hurtful, Miles.”

“Boyfriend? You’re not my boyfriend.” Miles was confused.

“Yeah, I’m not you’re fucking boyfriend, Miles.” Hobie scoffed. “You don’t fucking like me!”

“What? Yes, I do. You’re the one who doesn’t like me.” The two boys stared at each other.

“Wait, you like me?” Hobie asked Miles. “Yes? I thought you knew this. Isn’t that why you were avoiding me?”

“I thought you didn’t like me and that’s why you didn’t snog me that day.”

“I thought you knew I wanted to kiss you and you didn’t feel the same.”

“That doesn’t make sense.” Hobie narrowed his eyes. “Why wouldn’t I like my boyfriend?”

“Since when have I been your boyfriend?”

“Mate, we’ve been dating for four months.”

“What! When did that happen! ”

“What do you mean! That day on the bank. You started blubbering about how much you like spending time with me.” Miles grew warm as he remembered that day.

“What? That wasn't me asking you out?”

“Wasn’t it?”

“Well, I guess it was but you didn’t do anything.”

“What’re you talking about? I said I liked spending time with you too.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t like, kiss me or anything.” Miles felt like his face was on fire from how embarrassed he was.

“I wanted you to make the first move.” Hobie explained. “I thought this was your first relationship, so I wanted you to have full control. So I was waiting for you to snog me.”

“But after that day you didn’t kiss me, I started to think that maybe you didn’t like me as much as I liked you.” Hobie continued.

“Oh.” The two boys grew closer together during their fight. “Hobie, I like you. So much.”

“Yeah?” Hobie searched Miles’ face as the other boy nodded.

“Are you still my boyfriend?” Miles reached his hands out to take Hobie’s. Finally, Hobie grinned, “Well I suppose I’ve gotten used to calling you my boyfriend. I guess I can be consistent, just for you, though.”

Miles reached up to hold Hobie’s face and leaned in to kiss the other Spider. Tracing his fingers from Hobie’s cheeks to his neck, Miles pulled away. “How could I not be attracted to you?” Miles pressed kisses to Hobie’s neck, “I’ve liked you for so long.” Hobie let out a groan and pulled Miles back to his lips.

The two boys moved to Hobie’s unmade bed and spent the rest of the day catching up on lost time. Later that night, Miles was hit with a sudden thought. He shook Hobie awake.

“What is it, love?”

“When’s our anniversary? When we started dating for the first or second time?”

Hobie rolled his eyes, “Anniversaries are a capitalist tactic from the government.” Miles began to protest, but was shut up with a kiss from his boyfriend.

#hobie brown #hobie x miles #miles x hobie #hobie spiderverse #atsv hobie #miles spiderverse #miles morales #atsv

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Miles isn't used to physical affection and Hobie is just so touchy.

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When Miles first met Hobie, he immediately noticed how touchy the other boy was. He tussled with Pav and was quick to offer Gwen a comforting pat on the back. Miles assumed it came from how long the other Spiders had known each other, but then Hobie clung to miles after he saved the little girl in Mumbatten.

And rested his arm casually on Miles shoulder at HQ. And whispered something in Miles' ear about not enlisting. Miles didn’t really know what Hobie meant because all he could focus on was the ghost of Hobie’s breath in his ear and the scent of cigarettes. It wasn’t that Miles was uncomfortable with Hobie's physical affection. Miles just wasn’t used to being touched so casually by someone who isn’t his mom.

After Miles saved the multiverse and his dad with the help of his friends, Hobie gave him a dimension traveling watch. It screamed Hobi, scraps fastened together, but there was a touch of Miles there too.

The armband was black and the edges were colored with a red marker. It kind of looked like Miles' suit.

“Here you go mate,” Hobie’s calloused guitarist fingers brushed Miles' pulse as he fasted the watch.

“Thanks man,” Miles felt himself grow hot. He still wasn’t used to this. Whatever this was.

“It’s nothing. Now you can come visit me anytime you want.” Hobie said with a smirk as he leaned into Miles' space, holding Miles' wrist.

“Would you want me to?” Miles' eyes flitted from Hobie’s hand on his wrist to his dark eyes.

“Yeah. I would.” Hobie said and dropped Miles’ wrist.

Miles was still getting the hang of the new watch the first time he portaled to Hobie’s dimension. So when he flew out of the portal and found himself on Hobie’s lap, he kind of wished he could go invisible forever.

Hobie was seated on his bed with music sheets scattered around. “Well, well, well. Look decided to finally stop by,” Hobie secured Miles on his lap by placing a hand on his waist.

“Heyyy, man. Still getting used to the watch.” Why hasn’t he moved, Miles thought to himself. But also why hasn’t Hobie moved Miles from his lap.

“It’s good to see you, love” Hobie’s hand started to rub circles on Miles' hip. The two Spidermen were close. Miles could see every detail of Hobie’s unique face. Miles traced his eyes over his face, scanning his piercings and finally looked into Hobies' eyes. Miles felt like he could see something , could sense something, he just wasn’t sure what.

Gwen suddenly kicked open the door to Hobie room, holding take out in her hands.

“Miles? When did you get here?”

Leaping from Hobie’s lap, Miles moved across the room. “Just portaled in. What are you doing here?”

“We just finished band practice.” Hobie said, side eyeing Miles.

Hobie liked Miles and wanted to be close to him, but Hobie couldn’t read Miles yet. Hobie couldn’t tell if the other boy liked him too or was just clueless.

Hobie found himself in Miles' universe after a particularly difficult villain. Seeing the other boy's face made him let go of the tension he was holding.

“Hobie, dude! You look messed up, you good?” Miles walked towards the window Hobie just crawled through. Scanning Hobie’s body for any injuries, Miles sighed when he found none.

Suddenly Hobie’s long arms reached out to Miles and pulled him to his chest. Hobie laid his head on Miles’ shoulder and released a breath.

“Can we just stay like this for a minute, yeah love?”

After a beat of hesitation, Miles gently wrapped his arms around Hobie’s waist. Miles knew Hobie wasn’t hurt, but he didn’t know how to touch the other boy.

“Love, I’m not a fragile bird,” Hobie laughed into Miles’ neck. “You can hold me tighter than that.”

Miles shut his eyes and pulled Hobie closer, holding him tighter like he was scared Hobie would slip from his fingers like water. The reassuring pressure made Hobie let out a sigh of relief.

Hobie stayed over that night. After cleaning up in the bathroom, the taller boy found himself dressed in Miles’ clothes. The jersey and basketball shorts felt out of character, but Hobie loved the feeling of being closer to Miles.

“Wow. You look so different in my clothes.”

“It’s not as cool as my usual clothing, that’s for sure, but I suppose it’ll do.”

“You look good.” Hobie’s eyes shot up to Miles.

“Yeah?” Hobie grinned.

“Yeah, you look softer. Less scary.”

“Come out of it.” Hobie rolled his eyes, falling back onto Miles' bed. Miles laughed and walked over to sit besides Hiobie.

“My bed is small, but I don’t mind sharing.” Miles glanced over to Hobie.

Hobie felt a rush of heat. “I’m cool with whatever.”

“Cool. ” “Cool.”

“Then lay right, dude.”

“I don’t follow orders,” Hobie deadpanned, but moved to lay correctly.

They laid face to face and Miles didn’t feel nervous. This felt right to him.

Hobie liked Miles and wanted to be close to him. Slowly with a sense of hesitancy that was unlike Hobie, he reached out to Miles and pulled himself closer to the other boy.

“Alright?”

“Yeah.”

Hobie was overcome with the desire to kiss Miles, but deep down he wanted Miles to make that move. He wanted to feel like Miles liked him just as much as he liked Miles. So instead Hobie whispered his goodnights and drifted off to sleep.

Miles looked at Hobie’s sleeping face and his feelings hit him all at once. Hobie touched Miles because he liked him. Hobie was here in his bed because he liked him. Hobie wanted to be closer to Miles because he liked him.

And Miles liked Hobie.

The next morning Miles woke up alone. He felt disappointed because he was hoping to tell Hobie how he felt.

Miles quickly got dressed and freshened up to portal to Hobie’s dimension.

Stepping out of the portal into Hobie’s room, Miles searched for the other boy and found him sleeping on his bed.

Kneeling down beside the bed, Miles nudged the sleeping boy. “Hobie, hey man, what are you doing here?” Miles couldn;t help but feel a little saddened by Hobie's departure.

“Miles?” Hobie said drowsily. “What are you doing here love?”

“I came looking for you. You left. Why did you leave?”

Hobie faced Miles. “I just didn’t want to disturb you too much. What if the old bottle and stopper saw?”

“You didn’t have to leave. They’re gone for the weekend anyways.”

“Oh. Nice”

“Yeah.”

“So you came all the way to my dimension just to ask me why I left?”

“Well yes and no. I wanted to tell you something too.”

“What is it?”

Miles looked into Hobie’s dark chocolate eyes, trailing down to his clothes. Miles thought about how the other boy helped him when no one else did and how he called him “love” in that voice and how his hair captivated him the first time he saw the Hobie without his mask.

Miles couldn’t help himself. He reached out and began to lightly trace up Hobie’s arms, following his veins up to Hobie’s runway model collarbones. Hobie’s eyes fluttered shut and Miles’ fingers snaked up his neck, which was free of its usual punk adornments. Finally Miles gripped Hobie’s chin and he leaned in, kissing Hobie.

Hobie kissed him back with a groan and wrapped his arms around Miles’ waist, pulling him onto the bed. Miles felt intoxicated. He has never touched someone with so much purpose, with so much want and love.

Holding himself above Hobie, Miles kissed down to Hobie’s neck. Miles had never left a mark on anyone, but he wanted to leave one on Hobie. Motivated by the gasps of his name being released from Hobie’s full lips, Miles toyed with the end of the jersey Hobie wore, his jersey.

“Can I?” Miles whispered onto Hobie’s lips, meeting Hobie’ eyes. Hobie couldn’t believe this was the boy who didn’t know how to touch him not too long ago. “Of course, my Brooklynn baby.”

Hearing the nickname, Miles peppered kisses over Hobie’s face before pulling the jersey over Hobie’s head. Miles placed his hands on Hobie’s waist and watched as the other boy sighed.

“What? Is this okay?” Miles questioned, still feeling nervous.

Hobie shook his head with a huff, “It’s just that this is finally happening. You were driving me mad.”

“What?” Miles said, dazed.

“Love, I’ve been hitting on you since we met.”

“I thought you were just big on physical affection with everyone.”

“Well yeah, but it’s always been different with you.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Well to be fair-” Hobie shut Miles up with a deep kiss and maneuvered the boy into laying on his back.

“You’ve had your fun, love” Hobie said with a glint in his eyes. “Now it’s my turn.”

Hobie leaned in and swallowed Miles’ playful protests.

#punkflower #hobie x miles #miles x hobie #hobie spiderverse #atsv hobie #hobie brown #miles spiderverse #miles morales