#dad aaron davis

[itsmebytch001]

E42!Aaron: “stop calling me that”

1610! Y/n: “what?”

42!Aaron: “ ‘Aaron’”

1610!Y/n: “but that’s your name?”

42! Aaron: “not to you it’s not, to you it’s ‘Dad’”

1610!Y/n: “well, no? My Dad died in an alley like a year ago in a purple gimp suit”

42! Aaron:” just because I’m from a different universe doesn’t mean I’m not your father”

1610!Miles:” I mean…your kinda not”

42! Aaron: “hush your not involved”

[homiesondaweb]

GIRL DAD AARON🗣️🗣️

[cucumberteapot]

The first thing I noticed was the bodies of Spider-people the Spot has either killed or exhausted. You can even see Spider-Plushie in the left-hand corner was a casualty.

Then we see a few frames of Miles fighting the Spot, which I feel is self-explanatory.

But then we get into the interesting part of the vision with Inspector Singh saving the little girl in the red dress, and while we're told these events are of the future. What we see with Jefferson saving the child wouldn't be the first time the Spot's visions show past events, i.e. when he reveals his origins.

I say this because I don't think the vision of Jefferson saving the little boy who is also wearing a red (Spider-man) top - the only time we see colour besides black and white in this scene - is foreshadowing the future.

Because this is the past. And what we're seeing is E-42 Jefferson saving Miles G Morales as a child.

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The Man Behind the Mask

Pairing: Prowler!Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2.3k

Author's Note: Happy belated birthday, @the-kr8tor 😭 Prowler Dad is finally here! Also, I included the babies Billie, Ramona and Kitt! I love them so much 🥹 I'd also like to thank @pinksugarscrub for beta reading and dealing with my yap sessions 🤣

Tags: Prowler!Hobie, Dad!Hobie, Older!Hobie, Fem!Reader, Older!Reader, Mom!Reader, Young!Aaron, Brown Family!AU, Fluff

The Prowler.

The Shadow of the Boroughs.

The Menace of the Elite.

The Prowler was considered the greatest thief of all time, striking fear in all the rich in New York as they clutched their bank accounts and invaluable antiquity. Whatever item they had– cash, jewelry, paintings, anything of value– he would steal from them, no questions asked. Even worse for them, no matter how much money they spend on security, no matter how much they pressure the police department to hunt down the criminal, the Prowler would always escape from their grasp.

Despite the public outcry from the police and the wealthy, to their dismay, the Prowler is a beloved vigilante to the rest of the Boroughs– dropping off bags of money to schools throughout the poorer neighborhoods, gifting paintings and food to old community centers, hooking up his own gadgets as a security system throughout the city and having it be better than the NYPD’s.

At least to a young Aaron Davis, the Prowler– despite being a criminal– was a damn hero of the city in his eyes. He was a whole lot better than those bullshit cops, who only pop up at the wrong damn time and harass you when there are literally other crimes out there. At least the Prowler actually gives back to the community.

If Aaron could, he would join the Prowler. Hell, he even has his own gear made up of tossed out electronic devices and some fabric he rummaged through the back of an old phone store (to the annoyance of his older brother), and he thought he could get that chance when the Prowler landed on top of a purse-snatcher, knocking the masked man out on the ground while an old lady hobbles over to grab her bag. The Prowler briefly glanced up at Aaron, who was ditching school at the time, through his screen mask before pushing himself up from the ground, towering over the lanky teen, and started to rush off to an alleyway.

With quick thinking, Aaron slid a small tracker in one of the Prowler’s pockets, putting his pickpocket skills to use, before the purple vigilante disappeared from his sight. Adrenaline flooded through the teen as Aaron pulled his phone out for the GPS app and ran after the masked man.

He actually saw the Prowler, he was not gonna let this opportunity pass by. He was finally going to meet the vigilante who the whole city has their eyes on with fear and respect.

At least, Aaron thought that at the time.

However at this moment, to Aaron’s dismay, the same purple-cladded punk vigilante he revered for so long is sitting in front of him in a community center, wincing from one of his twin daughters pulling at his dreads with ribbons in her little hands while the other one paints his nails (and the rest of his fingers) with glittery pink paint.

“Daddy! Stop moving!” one of the girls whines as she struggles to tie half of his locs with a long blue ribbon, her small afro-puffs bobbing back and forth. “The ribbon keeps getting loose…”

A small huff of laughter leaves the older man’s lips before he glances over his shoulder at the upset hairdresser, “Billie, ’m staying as still as I can–”

“Daddy…” the other girl quietly interrupts with a sad pout jutting from her lips, holding up his sparkly fingers with her own paint-covered hands, “can I start over? I made it look ugly…”

The father’s eyes soften as he gazes down at his other daughter before he lets out a quick scoff. “Oh, come now, Mona! M’ nails look proper good, innit?”

Billie quickly pops her head over her father’s shoulder with a curious glint in her eyes before letting out a loud gasp. “Mon-mon! Where’d you find the glitter?! Can you paint mine too?”

…what the hell is going on?

Aaron continues to stare at the baffling– and albeit heartwarming– scene in front of him, with any cool image of the Prowler permanently marred by pink glitter and sugary sweet praises from the older man.

This soft ass unc is the Prowler?

The Prowler is supposed to be a terrifying, snarky badass who wreaked havoc throughout New York– not some girl-dad getting bullied into getting his nails done and his hair tied up in ponytails by some preschoolers.

Before the young teen could pull his eyes away from the saccharine sight and drag himself out the metal doors, two small chubby arms wrap around his calf, and Aaron nearly jumps out of his scuffed up knock-off sneakers before looking down. A pair of wide chocolate-brown eyes peer up at him through a curtain of black coils before a happy giggle vibrates through the little baby boy.

“Kitt!”

Aaron instantly raises his hands up in the air with panic flooding his eyes, looking up to see you running through the metal double doors with relief as you pick up the cooing baby. “Kitt, you can’t just wander away from Mama…”

Your eyes flick up to the sweating, nervous boy in front of you, but you merely smile as you gently bounce your son in your arms. “Sorry about that, my son tends to latch onto legs.”

Aaron quickly shakes his head while glancing over his shoulder, trying not to lose sight of the Prowler without looking too suspicious. “Nah, y’all good,” he internally winces from the slight crack in his voice. “Really not a big deal–”

“MUMMY!”

Aaron flinches from the sudden giggly squeals behind him before the same two little girls run up to you and wrap their arms around your waist.

“There’s my two girls!” you laugh as you carefully crouch down to your knees, keeping the squirming Kitt in your arms while pressing a kiss against a chubby cheek on each twin. “Did you two have fun with Daddy while I picked up your brother?”

As soon as the words ‘Daddy’ leaves your lips, Aaron’s body freezes when a tall shadow looms over him, and he slowly looks over his shoulder to meet silver-pierced skin and nearly-black eyes staring him down.

Jesus Christ, when did he get here?!

“Mummy, look!” The afro-puff girl– Billie, Aaron thinks?– giggles as she points at her father’s lopsided pigtails. “Daddy looks so pretty!”

“Mac, don’t point, okay?” you gently chide the little girl before wrapping your free arm around her. “It’s not nice, remember?”

You then glance up at the towering punk, pressing your lips together with a mirthful glint in your eyes while holding in your laughter, before brushing your lips against Billie’s temple to hide your teasing smirk. “But yes, you made Daddy really pretty.”

The older man rolls his eyes before a small smirk curls up on his lips, draping his arm around the tense teen’s shoulders and leaning against him.

“C’mon now, lovie,” the older man’s deep British voice rumbles through Aaron’s bones, sending a chill down his spine. “Y’know I always look fit in any style.”

Despite the older man’s nonchalant demeanor, his glittery fingers on Aaron’s shoulder subtly dig into it until the poor boy winces from the pain. 

“Yes, yes, I know,” you brush the older man off with a snicker, oblivious to Aaron trembling under the man’s grip, before gingerly standing up and approaching him. “You look handsome in every way, Hobie.”

With a teasing smirk you push yourself up from your toes and brush your lips against his in a chaste kiss, earning a small smile from the older man in return.

“Eww–”

The young twins quickly break the two of you apart, each pushing against you and Hobie away with scrunched up faces of disgust.

“Mummy, no kissing Daddy!” Billie whines as she wraps her arms around your waist. “You always make gross kissy noises with Daddy!”

Ramona buries her face into Hobie’s stomach with a muffled whine, squeezing her arms around his waist, before she turns her head to stare up at a flustered Aaron.

As cute as the kid is, Aaron can’t help but feel a slight chill down his spine from her scrutiny. It’s like she’s staring into his soul with those big brown voids.

“...are you Mummy and Daddy’s friend?” Ramona shyly asks while nuzzling her chubby cheek against Hobie’s stomach.

“Uh…”

Before Aaron can think of an excuse to get out of the situation, a small chubby hand grips and tugs on his hoodie, and his eyes dart to a gummy smile and a puff of curls.

“Kitt!” Your face blanches while he leans further in and reaches out for Aaron’s ear. “Wait, no– you can’t just–”

A shrill giggle bubbles up from the baby’s chest while you try to pull him away from Aaron, who winces from the ringing in his ear, but Kitt’s grip on the hoodie tightens and tugs the off-guard teen forward before letting go. Aaron attempts to speak over the rambunctious family again, but another sudden force rushes into his stomach and knocks the breath out of his lungs. He glances back down when another pair of arms wraps around his stomach, only to meet another pair of bright brown eyes and fluffy afro puffs.

“My name is Billie Jean Brown!” Billie announces herself with a wide grin. “I am five years old, ‘n m’ fav’rite sweets are orange choc’lates!”

The bubbly girl then holds her hand out to her sister, who shyly lets go of her father and grabs Billie’s hand before looking up at Aaron with owlish eyes. 

“C’mon, Mon-mon,” Billie whispers loudly to her twin, “like Mummy and Daddy taught us.”

A slight tinge of pink creeps up on the other girl’s puffed up cheeks, and she glances down to her shiny black Mary-Janes before bashfully introducing herself. “M-my name is Ramona Diane Brown. I am f-five years old, ‘n my favorite sweets are jelly bellies…”

Oh. Oh no, that’s not fair. That’s too cute.

Aaron stares at the twins and baby with a pang of cute aggression in his chest, but he mentally stomps it down as he looks away and clears his throat.

“Y-yeah, hi…”

A strong arm slowly wraps around Aaron’s neck, sending another chill down his spine. He glances to the side, his eyes meeting the nonchalant profile of the twin’s father. Warm fondness pools in his dark eyes as he gazes down at his daughters, with Billie proudly grinning and patting a blushing Ramona’s head.

It should be a heartwarming sight to Aaron, it really should, but a looming heaviness sinks down on his shoulders as the older man’s arm gradually constricts around his neck, reminding Aaron of that huge snake in biology class when it wraps itself around its prey.

His heart drops from that brief epiphany, especially when the elder man’s eyes flick over to him in a side glance.

“Now, c’mon, li’l man,” Hobie’s low voice chills Aaron’s blood more, “ ’s rude not to introduce ya’self. ‘Specially if two little ladies greeted ya so nicely.”

He’s toying with Aaron, he has to be. Even with Hobie’s carefree attitude around his family, Aaron can’t help but imagine the same man snapping his neck with his arm alone if he makes a wrong move.

Hobie Brown is a damn snake, and Aaron is being held hostage in his grasp.

“Uh…Aaron,” his voice manages to not waver in front of the kids, “Aaron Davis…”

A soft chuckle rings in the side of Aaron’s ear, a saving grace for him as the arm around his neck lightens up.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Aaron,” you smile at him as you introduce yourself while Kitt starts to doze off on your shoulder. “I know it seems a bit strange, but would you like to come to our house for lunch? I actually made a lot more food than I thought, and I don’t think our family could finish all of it.”

Aaron’s eyes widen with confusion and wariness despite your earnest request. What the hell will happen to him if he goes to their house?

A loud gasp breaks through brief silence before Billie eagerly jumps in front of Aaron, with Ramona stares up at him with hope in her eyes. “Please come home with us! Please, please, please, please, please! I can show you the stuffies that Daddy made for me and Mon-mon!”

That same low chuckle reverberates through Aaron’s bones again, rattling him while Hobie pulls him closer. “Don’ worry, m’ wife jus’ has a t’ing wit’ pickin’ up strays. She sees a pitiful, skinny t’ing, ‘n she’ll wanna stuff ‘em up wit’ food ‘til they pop.”

You lightly smack Hobie in the chest with a deadpan, your cheeks growing slightly warm and pink. “Hey, none of that.”

Aaron’s face pinches up at the older man’s offhand comments, slightly offended at the being called ‘pitiful’ and ‘skinny”.

He’s not skinny. He’ll get some muscle, damn it.

Before he could retort back, however, a loud gurgle cries from Aaron’s stomach, and the family just stares at him while his face erupts in heat. A joyful giggle bubbles up from Billie before she grabs your hand and tugs both you and the bewildered Ramona out through the double doors.

“Mummy! His tummy’s angry!” Billie shouts out with a toothy grin, “Mummy’s gonna stuff him ‘til he pops!”

A small guffaw slips through your lips while you gently brace Kitt in your arm, “Billie, slow down! We’re only across the street!”

“W-wait!” Aaron calls out, too overwhelmed and baffled with the sudden events, “I didn’t say I was gonna–”

Something presses against Aaron’s windpipe again, quickly cutting off most of his air, and Aaron turns his eyes back to the now-solemn Hobie.

“Now, ya wouldn’ t’ink ‘bout disappointin’ m’ girls, would ya?” His voice drops to a lower octave, sending a frigid chill through Aaron’s blood. “ ‘S been a while since m’ lovie had a guest come over to eat her cookin’.”

The soft warmth that once resided in Hobie’s eyes sharpens into a darker cold stare, freezing the poor boy in place, before Hobie casually pulls something out of his pocket. A small plastic tab is tucked between his thumb and index finger, and Aaron’s grumbling stomach suddenly drops in silence.

Oh shit, he found the tracker.

“Now, li’l man, let’s have a long chat, shall we?”

[dirtytransmasc]

You wanna know what I need? I need Miles 42 to meet Miles 1610's dad.

I just know this kid who's supposed to be all big and tough and scary, the prowler, would turn into a teary-eyed little kid if he saw his dad again. I need to see him hug his dad, even if it isn't his dad, because Miles (1610) is very willing to share with his "twin".

I need to see this kid break down, but in all the best ways, letting himself be a little kid again, just clinging to his dad, because for fucks sake he's just a kid and he just wants to feel safe and protected, he just wants to feel his dads arms around him and hear his voice calming him down and the sound of his heart beating. Its not a need, its a want.

[urfavouritegirlie]

Daddy's girl

(Aaron x Tiana!daughter x mom!reader)

Since the day Aaron found out he had a daughter, his wallet has been begging him to stop but he don’t listen. He wants the best for her, so he bought a bigger apartment that they all moved in together when she was a couple months old. Tiana herself at three years old doesn’t make it any better. She’s a toddler that knows what she wants. Lord have mercy when you’re shopping and you come across the toy aisle. Anything she sees, she want. And you know what, she gets.

Now you don't like this. Aaron spoiling our daughter. Once or twice was cute but everytime? Not on my watch. If she’s out shopping with me, I'll give her the ‘mom look’ if she starts whining and she’ll know she ain’t getting anything.

But shopping with her dad though. Jackpot. All she has to do is point to what she wants and he replies with ‘which colour do you want?’ She has Barbie dolls, Bratz dolls kids make up, toy laptop, toy phone, a toddler kitchen. She’s a whole kid boss.

The only time Aaron said ‘no’ to her was when she asked for an iPad. She cried and her gave her the ‘dad look’. In her world the dad look was scarier than the mom look. She stopped immediately. She minute she stepped home, she came crying to me. Aaron felt bad but there was no way he was getting her an iPad. So he made it up to her with ice cream.

“I’m gonna sign Tiana up for pre-school.”

“Why? She’s fine here.”

“I know but it’s good for her to socialise with other kids her age and make friends.”

“Why can’t she be friends with us?”

“Because that’s sad Aaron. Imagine your only friends being your parents. Besides she’s a big girl now. Anyways I’ve got to go now before I’m late and drenched in this rain.”

A bunch of kisses for Tiana and long kiss from Aaron.

“See that’s how that one happened. I have to go.”

I leave and it’s just those two at home. Usually these times Aaron would get calls to do some jobs as prowler but he’s left all that behind him. He told the truth to King Pin and he let him go with a fat check even though he scolded him for being irresponsible. Now he’s back in engineering for his own business and works whenever he wants.

“Alright T time to get ready for bed.”

He turned around and she wasn’t there. This again. She knew that when I went to work at night, it was time for bed and we all know toddlers hate bedtime.

She does this routine where she will hide and avoid to go to bed. Aaron will go on a hunt to look for her. All he has to do is make her giggle in her hiding spot or say he’ll take something away from her and she’ll suddenly pop out.

“Where could she be hmm?”

He went to her room. Nothing. That master bedroom. Then he heard a shuffle in the closet. Found you.

“Well I can’t find her so I guess me and mom are going to Disney world without her.”

“NOOO WAIT.”

She comes out looking like she’s close to tears. “No don’t leave me.”

“Don’t we won’t leave you, unless you get ready for bed.

She obliged and followed her dad to get ready. Aaron ran her bath water with lots of soap and she picked out her bath toys. She got in and he supervised. Once bath time was done, he dressed her in her pyjamas and brushed her teeth. Now when you bath in warm water for a while, you start to get tired. That was exactly his plan. Now was step two. This step is warm milk. He warms up milk in her sippie cup. Tiana loves warm milk and majority of the time it puts her out. If not, then step three. A story and cuddles. She picks a book from her shelf and get daddy to read for her. After those steps, she's out like a light.

Time for Aaron's 'me' time. He can catch up on some basketball games that he's been missing out on. But after a busy day he's had sleep started to catch on him. After trying force his eyes open he eventually gives up and goes to lie in bed.

He hears his phone ring and picks up without looking at who it was but he already knows who it is.

"Hey baby"

"Hey"

"You sound tired. Did I wake you?"

"Nah"

"She has worn you out huh? Is she asleep now?"

"After a hour of chasing her, yes she's asleep. I was thinking, how bout we go to Disney world this weekend?"

"She asked you?"

"No. I kinda bribed her to come out of her hiding spot for it."

"Disney world sounds good. I gotta go now. Love you."

"Love you too."

He could finally sleep. But that was until he heard his door open and small head with a bonnet peak through. She steps in and closes the door behind her. Aaron doesn't move, in fact he fakes sleeps to see what she would do. Her footsteps where cushioned by the onsie she was wearing. He feels a small hand tap his face.

"Hmm?"

"Daddy I'm scared."

He switches the lamp on, illuminating the room in a dim warm light. He looks at her face and it looks like she's about to cry. As he was about to ask her why she was scared a bright flash of lightning flashed through the curtains. Within seconds thunder followed through and he saw her flinch closer to him.

He didn't hesitate to pick her up and hold her close to calm her down and stop her crying. "Shhh it's ok. It won't hurt you ok."

He's rubbing her back in soothing circles and she's sniffling. "Can I stay with you?"

"Sure you can."

He lays back down on his pillow and she lays on my pillow but it's nit enough. She's still shaken. She moves closeR so she can cuddle with her dad. She put her head on his chest and she feels more calm.

"Titi do you wanna start pre-school?"

"What't that?"

"It's a place where there are other kids you age."

From the sound of that, her mood lighten up. "Really? Does that mean I can play with someone?"

"Well yeah but don't you wanna stay here for a bit?"

"No. That's boring."

He has to simply accept the fact that she growing and he can't always be there for her. The thought was eating him alive. Leave his babygirl? No way. He would stay with her in pre-school if he could.

After a long night of trying to ignore the thunder storm outside, they both finally fell asleep. The early sun was up and I had finally arrived from my shift. The storm last night was distracting. Even the patients couldn't get a good sleep.

I leave my bag and keys on the counter and walk to Tiana's room. I peak inside but she's not there. Only one other place she could be. I walk to our room and see the funniest sight. Aaron sleeping on his side and Tiana sleeping on all sides, arms everywhere. Her little foot was in his face but it looked like they were in deep sleep to be bothered by it.

[billornot]

[incognito-duo]

I just assumed the movie followed the comic logic where Jeff and Aaron's dad is bad (which makes both of their relationships with Miles mean that much more 😭) but I also like your idea that the Davises are just doomed by the narrative and maybe with how 42 Miles is mirroring 1610 Aaron (by being Prowler), 1610 Miles is mirroring 42 Jeff where Jeff tries everything to NOT be doomed by the narrative like the rest of his family (42 Aaron used to be the Prowler according to the art book, his dad wasn't a good person, and we can assume his mom probably didn't have a great life either even though she's not mentioned) and tries to change HIS "canon events" even going as far as to take the Morales last name. (But he fails.)

i wonder why jeff in e42 died as "jefferson morales" and not jeff davis

[disneytva]

When your dad is Goofy, it can be hard to be cool!⚡️! Disney Music Emporium will be selling "A GOOFY MOVIE" vynil album to celebrate the 30th Anniversary of the movie.

The Special Collectors Edition includes 2-color splatter vinyl and sticker sheet

When your dad is Goofy, it can be hard to be cool! Join Goofy and his son Max as they take a cross-country road trip in A Goofy Movie and enjoy this collection of songs from the animated film including the hit Tevin Campbell song, Stand Out. Special Collectors Edition includes 2-color splatter vinyl and sticker sheet!

Track List:

Side 1:

1. I2I - Performed by Tevin Campbell (Featuring - Rosie Gaines) 2. After Today - Performed by Aaron Lohr and Chorus - After Today 3. Stand Out - Performed by Tevin Campbell 4. On The Open Road - Performed by Bill Farmer and Aaron Lohr and Chorus - On The Open Road 5. Lester's Possum Park - Performed by Chorus - Lester's Possum Park and Kevin Quinn 6. Nobody Else But You - Performed by Bill Farmer and Aaron Lohr

Side 2:

1. Opening Fanfare/Max's Dream - Performed by Carter Burwell and Don Davis 2. Deep Sludge - Performed by Carter Burwell 3. Bigfoot - Performed by Carter Burwell 4. Hi Dad Soup - Performed by Carter Burwell and Don Davis 5. Runaway Car - Performed by Carter Burwell and Don Davis 6. Junction - Performed by Carter Burwell 7. The Waterfall!/The Truth - Performed by Carter Burwell and Don Davis

[itsmebytch001]

ok imagine the yan family au but in earth 42, no one would let ANYTHING slide, esp if she’s sneaking out

1000%

Miles lives half and half at his own home and Uncle Aarons, and all the time he's at his house he's looming round your room waiting for you o come home, welcoming himself into your house with the key he didn't know he had, wondering into your room through the window and fire escape.

Your Dad of course was just as over bearing, he drops you at school or work and picks you up, if not him it's Miles, and god KNOWS you are NEVER allowed to be seeing boys, even if they see you talking to a boy a little to much thier giving you a talk about why you never trust men, and then later Miles will visit the boy in question of a little 'chat' needless to say they haven't talked to you since.

Truly your silbling like bond had grown deeper since Jeffs death, and since Aaron and Miles were always out doing viglilate things, you were home alone alot, and intially they didn't realise you were sneaking out until one night, Miles checked your location while Aaron drove, he would get a instant notfifcation if you were to turn it off, he saw you were no where near home, you where across town.

Miles: "Ay, you know where Y/n at?"

Aaron: "What do you mean? Inst she at home"

Miles: "Not according to her location"

Aaron: "Where is she at then?"

Miles: "Crowns heights"

Aaron: "CROWN HEIGHTS?"

Miles: "Yeah is that not what I said"

Aaron: "Don't give me lip Miles, why the hell is she in Crown Heights?"

Miles: "I don't know, probably hanging round her girls"

Aaron: "It's that Stella girls ins't it? I knew I should have checked her earlier, can you find where she is exactly?"

Miles: "Give me a few"

About a half hour later Aaron had pulled up outside the house you were staying in, It was of course stella's house she lived round the posh side of town, so he sent Miles in to collect you, being that you were asleep in the guest bed room miles being the normal person he was simply entred the house found the guest room and shook you awake.

Y/n: "Miles?!"

Miles: "Ssshhhh we gotta go"

Y/n: "What the fuck are you doing here?"

Miles: "What are you doing here?! Your supposed to be at home"

Fully dragging you out the house kicking and screaming, and from then on the house in on LOCKDOWN when no one else is home.

[cucumberteapot]

BTSV has got to give us an inversion/parallel of Miles hugging E-42 Aaron with Miles G and E-1610 Jefferson. Like imagine somehow Miles and Miles G fight back into E-1610. They get separated and Jefferson doesn't realise Miles G isn't his Miles and is obviously confused (like Aaron) but doesn't care he's just happy to see his son again after he's been missing for so long. Maybe Miles G extends his hand like Aaron does but Jefferson rushes him with a hug like Miles, and that's so far the biggest crack in Miles G's 'Prowler' façade. Just being hugged by his not dad after thinking he was dead for years.

[itsmebytch001]

HELLO?!

GIRL DAD AARON🗣️🗣️

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Trapped in a 9 to 5

Pairing: Prowler!Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader

Word count: 4k

Author's Note: Part 2 is finally here! Ngl, this was supposed to be short fic...Whoops 🥲 Shoutout to @the-kr8tor for the babies Billie and Ramona! 🥹 I'd also like to thank @pinksugarscrub for beta reading and for this border template!

Tags: Prowler!Hobie, Dad!Hobie, Older!Hobie, Fem!Reader, Older!Reader, Mom!Reader, Young!Aaron Davis, Brown Family!AU, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, TW Implied Family Issues

How did Aaron get here?

Traffic rings in his ears as he stands in front of an old, dilapidated wooden building amongst the towering brick-ridden jungle, the structure itself a small blemish to the otherwise metropolitan neighborhood within Brooklyn. Chipped yellow paint peels down on the walls, reminding Aaron of peeling skin as he unconsciously picks his cuticles. Overgrown vines of ivy cling along the building and the faded-blue picket fence. Pops of red, purple and yellow petals stand out against green shrubs lined in front of the building, along with the faded blue kiddie car sitting in the sun on the grass, with one of the eye stickers peeled off.

A brief impulse to climb into the toy car flickers in his mind despite him being too damn big and old for it, but he brushes the thought away as he pushes the gate open and slowly approaches the colorful, quaint building.

Aaron’s eyes continue to roam, taking in more of the painted wood and pops of greenery around the area, as if this little plot of property is hidden away from the cold, urban brick and concrete. The dark wood of the stair steps creak underneath his worn-out sneakers as he steps onto the patio, slowly approaching the dark green door and the rainbow-splattered wooden sign hanging on top.

F.E.A.S.T. Learning Center.

A reluctant groan rumbles in Aaron’s throat as he stares at the slab of wood, the blank state of the grinning pink bunny on the sign making his skin crawl, before he looks over his shoulder to the streets. Despite being in a completely different area than he’s used to, the dread of seeing anyone he knows still lingers in the back of his head.

How was he gonna explain to the boys why he’s in front of a damn preschool of all places without making himself sound like a damn creep?

With a wary frown, he turns back to the door, his shoulders sagging and his feet nervously bouncing. His hand hesitantly hovers over the gilded door knob for a moment, as if the golden paint will latch onto his palm and spread out all over his skin, before slowly wrapping around it and twisting it with a push.

The first sound that erupts behind the door was a child screaming.

A wailing little girl with pigtails runs past Aaron as he hesitantly walks through the doorway before a little boy with a suspiciously large, black object in his hand follows behind her.

“Tyler! Stop chasing Melanie with that spider!” A middle-aged teacher chastises the boy as she struggles to pick up another boy squirming in her grasp. “Austin, you gotta– you need to stop! You have to use the restroom before you end up wetting yourself again–”

“No!” The unruly boy whines while hanging over the lady’s arms. “I don’t need to go! I wanna keep playing–”

Aaron’s face instantly drops and pales at the chaos thrumming in these little gremlins. A little boy smacks another with blue paint all over his hand. Two little girls yelling at each other and having a tug-a-war with a stuffed cat, the poor toy silently begging for mercy while its arms stretch and gradually tear at the seams. A red-faced kid screams and punches the air on the floor while another one runs away with a broken toy car.

Jesus Christ. This is why Aaron never wants to have kids.

The urge to turn around and walk out the door crawls up to the back of Aaron’s head, but it quickly disappears as a small hand tugs on his sleeve. With a quick flinch Aaron snaps his head down, only for him to stare down at the familiar owlish russet eyes.

“Uh…hey, Ramona?” Aaron sheepishly chuckles before slowly kneeling down to her eye level. “Where’s your sister at?”

Ramona slowly blinks as she hugs a stuffed bunny against her chest, slightly unnerving the teen, before she turns her head towards the toy area and points at the ridiculous mountain of stuffed animals.

“Billie wanted to be buried alive by the stuffies.”

That’s a horrifying way of putting it. Especially with those eyes staring into his soul like that.

Aaron stares back at the little twin before he slowly covers her eyes with his hand, earning him a confused whine from her. “You think you can get her out of there for me?”

A small pout juts out from her lips as she pulls his hand off her face, her eyes now narrowing into thin slits. “She told me she wants to stay in there–”

“I’ll buy you two candy from the bodega before I take you home.”

And without another word, Ramona rushes to the pile of stuffed animals with a glint of determination in her eyes, diving into it with a muffled oof before burrowing herself inside.

With a scoff of disbelief, Aaron gets up and pulls his eyes away from the toy area before slowly approaching the weary teacher, wincing at the sight of the little boy kicking her in the shin before she finally drops him. The boy then eagerly runs off to his friends like nothing happened, leaving Aaron to help the kneeling woman up.

Aaron hopes the little shit pisses his pants.

“You aight, ma’am?” Aaron quietly asks as he gently lifts the teacher up by her arm.

A sheepishly tired chuckle slips through the woman’s mouth while she gets back on her feet, slowly straightening her back until soft cracks reverberate from her back. “I’ll live. If anything, this is nothing compared to how he was in the beginning. The little tyke used to have a bad habit of biting.”

The teacher rolls her shoulder back while she tilts her head to the side, wincing from a loud pop cracking from her neck, before she looks back up at Aaron with a skeptical raised eyebrow.

“Anyways, can I help you with something, son? You don’t look like any of my regulars.” Her eyes then widen before she covers her mouth, “unless you’re looking to enroll your own kid here, but you look too young to have one around their age–”

“Hell no–”

Aaron quickly cuts himself off and clears his throat, heat slowly creeping up in his cheeks.

Whoops, let’s try that again.

“I mean, no, ma’am,” Aaron forces a smile on his face. “I’m here to pick up Billie and Ramona.”

The moment their names pass through his lips, the teacher’s eyes instantly light up, and a warm smile curls up from her lips. “Oh, you’re the new babysitter Mr. Brown hired recently?”

Hired? More like threatened. The damn bastard practically manhandled Aaron to his place with his arm nearly snapping his neck. If it weren’t for the rest of the family, Aaron probably would’ve gotten his ass kicked and left in an alleyway…or worse.

Aaron fights off the urge to scoff as he stiffly nods with a strained smile. “Y-yeah. I was supposed to start this weekend, but I guess Mrs. Brown had something come up last minute…”

The teacher’s eyes soften at Aaron’s explanation before nodding along, “I see…” She then kneels down to pick up some toy cars and dolls off the ground, wincing slightly from the sore on her leg. “The poor dear… it must be hard for her, having to deal with so much while raising three kids.”

A pained grunt slips through the teacher’s lips as she pushes herself back up with toys in hand, silently waving Aaron off when he tries to help her up again. “Well, at least she has some help now. I know she’ll grin and bear it, but raising three little kids as a housewife is still rough on the body, especially hers–”

A shrill roar and a muffled scream erupts in front of the duo, and Aaron and the teacher turn their heads to the toy area. The mountain of stuffed animals crumbles down to the ground as a cackling Billie claws her way up, her mouth stretched out into a maniacal grin before she throws her head back with a booming evil laugh.

She kinda reminds Aaron of that little blue alien in that one cartoon; it doesn’t help that she’s wearing a blue hoodie with floppy ears either.

An amused huff bubbles up from the teacher while Aaron stares at the blue-hooded menace with disbelief, only for Billie to yelp and fall back into the pile of stuffies once an exasperated Ramona pops up from the toys and drags her twin back down.

“But as hard as it is to raise such energetic kids, she always manages to take it in stride,” the teacher shrugs with softened eyes, “always with a smile on her face, loving those kids with her whole heart.”

Aaron’s face gradually drops the more he listens. Little moments of you flash in his mind–  running around the cramped living room with a crying Kitt strapped on your back and the twins’ jackets in your arms, carefully retying Billie’s hair while she babbles about her day, watching over Ramona stubbornly carrying a piles of plates to the dining table, wrangling the twins into their room for their bedtime.

Damn, you do all of that every day?

Do all moms do all that?

Before Aaron could think deeper into it, two tiny hands each grab onto his, and his eyes flick down to two pairs of russet doe eyes peering up.

“Yer gettin’ us sweets?” Billie stares up at him with awe. “Like the ones Daddy gets from Uncle Ned?”

A small snort slips through Aaron’s nose before a slight smile curls up on his lips. “Don’t know who that is, but probably not. The best I can do is…” Aaron carefully slides his hand out of Billie’s and shoves it in his jacket pocket, pulling out some dollar bills and a few quarters, “...a chocolate bar and some gummy bears? Maybe some Now and Laters too if I’m lucky–”

“Mon-mon, c’mon!” Billie cuts Aaron off with a determined furrowed brow as she grabs her sister’s hand. “We gotta put the stuffies away and get our things!”

With a giddy giggle, the blue-hooded girl drags her twin over to the scattered stuffed animals on the floor, leaving the teen alone with his thoughts once more.

Despite only meeting the twins and the rest of the Brown family last week, Aaron can’t help but feel a protective fondness over them (besides the Prowler himself; Aaron is still conflicted about how he feels about knowing the vigilante’s true identity). It was still strange for him being warmly welcomed by you and the kids that fateful day. Moments of warm food and a crowded table flicker in his mind– Billie babbling about her day with pasta sauce all over her face, Ramona trying to wipe her sister’s face with her napkin despite having some sauce on her face too, Hobie (still weird for Aaron to know his name) grabbing more napkins while feeding a giggling Kitt, and you watching over everyone with a content smile.

Is this how a normal family is supposed to be like?

Loud clattering snaps Aaron out of his pondering, and he glances down at the wooden clipboard held out in front of him.

“Just need you to sign them off and you’re good to go,” the teacher chuckles at the startled teen, “Mr. Brown already made a note for us to let you pick them up whenever you come over from now on.”

Aaron’s eyes waver at the sight of the clipboard before his hand hesitantly grabs it. “Right…thanks.” As he scrawls his name down, a flash of blue and green zooms off in the corner of his eye.

“Bye, Ms. May!” Billie chirps with a wide grin, revealing a small gap between her front teeth, before hugging the teacher’s legs. “We’re gettin’ sweets today!”

The teacher gazes down at the giggling Billie before gently patting her head. “Are you now? That’s wonderful, dear…”

While Billie continues to happily chat with the teacher, Ramona shyly approaches Aaron again, her hand reaching out and grabbing his long sleeve.  “Mummy never lets us eat sweets after school…”

With a soft chuckle, Aaron shrugs and rests his hand on her head, careful not to disturb the green bow and large afro puff on top. “You guys can just hold onto them until you get home then.”

As Billie finally lets go of the teacher and waddles over to her twin and Aaron, his mind starts to drift back to that crowded dinner table– clanking tongs against plates, high-pitched giggles, soft guitar and piano playing in the background, a calloused hand reaching out for a smaller one for a tender grasp. Aaron swallows down the acrid lump in his throat while he absently takes the girls’ small hands, the warmth from their palms barely tethering him in the real world while the twins eagerly guide him out the learning center with the promise of sugary sweets.

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Bustling passerbyers and honking cars ring through the streets, the familiar cacophony bringing a sense of comfort to Aaron while two small hands cling to his long fingers. Crinkles of plastic rustle amidst the traffic, with Ramona clutching onto the small bag of blue gummy sharks like a prized treasure, while Billie’s giddy chatter grabs onto Aaron’s mind from wandering too far.

“So Matty found this fat kitty today, like its belly was swingin’ back ‘n forth ‘n touchin’ the floor, ‘n we all secretly followed it to the garden in the back durin’ playtime,” Billie babbles on, her fingers idly toying with the serrated edge of the chocolate bar wrapper. “The kitty ended up goin’ un’neath the shed, ‘n when we looked, we saw a whole bunch of li’l kitties!”

Aaron’s eyes flick down to the bouncing girl by his side, absently nodding along with a hum, before drifting back up to the graffitied brick walls towering over them. Splashes of greens, purples, and pinks stain the walls like a canvas, and different tags crowd amongst each other in any available space in a chaotic yet beautiful harmony.

His fingers idly twitch underneath the girls’ palms, itching to pull out the new spray can in his backpack, but he clutches onto their little hands in restraint.

“Yeah?” Aaron clears his throat as his eyes dart around for any landmark he recognizes in the area– or anyone he would like to avoid at the moment– before he guides the girls across the street. “Are they gonna be like your class pets or something?”

Billie shakes her head with a disappointed pout. “Ms. May ended up findin’ the kitties too, so she called animal control. I wanna keep one, but Mummy said we can’t ‘cuz t’ demon lord said so.”

Aaron furrows his brows in confusion. Demon lord?

“There’s a demon lord tha’ rules over our ‘partment,” Ramona pipes into the conversation. “Daddy told me he ‘n Mummy have to give him money for us to live t’ere every month.”

Ah, got it.

“Must be a powerful demon lord,” Aaron snickers quietly, “especially if your dad of all people has to listen to them.”

“Yeah, but he has a big pot belly ‘n looks like a grumpy Santa,” Billie giggles. “Mummy said not to call ‘im demon lord, but Daddy said it’s okay to say it behin’ ‘is back–”

“Mummy!” Ramona suddenly shouts with glee as she lets go of Aaron’s hand and runs down the sidewalk, the soles of her velcro sneakers lighting up in flashes of green and pink with each slap against the concrete, and Billie follows soon after with the same eagerness. Panicked, Aaron takes off after them, his worn down soles barely gripping on the concrete and his eyes desperately dart for blue and green in the waves of beiges and blacks.

“Shit– wait, hold up! You guys are gonna get hurt–”

Aaron’s feet stumble and root down the moment he stops, his eyes finally spotting the blue floppy ears and green bow embraced in a blanket of white sitting on the bottom step of a stoop. You lift your head up with a brief flicker of surprise in your eyes while the twins cling to your sides– Ramona burying her face into your shoulder and Billie eagerly chatting and holding up her chocolate bar up to your face– before a warm smile curls up on your lips.

“Aaron!” A small huff of a laugh slips through your lips, a comforting chime amidst the blaring racket of the surrounding traffic. “Oh my god, thank you so much for picking Billie and Ramona up.” With eyes pooling with affection, you press your lips against the top of their heads. “Girls, can you go upstairs without me? I’m sure Daddy and Kitt would like to see your treats at home.”

Billie’s eyes light up before she scrambles away from your side, the enlarged fabric ears on her hoodie flopping behind her, before she walks around you and grabs Ramona’s hand. “Mon-Mon, c‘mon! Kitty can see your gummy sharks!”

Ramona lifts her head from your shoulder with a reluctant pout, but with a silent reassurance in your gaze, she slowly nods and pushes herself up from your arm before following Billie up the stoop, leaving Aaron alone with you for the first time.

You stare up at him with that same smile, your body draped with a white oversized sweater over black leggings and slippers, before you pull out a black plastic stick tucked behind you on the step and prop it on the ground–

Wait, is that a cane?

“I really do appreciate you picking the girls up,” you reiterate before gingerly pushing yourself up from the stoop with a pained grunt. Aaron immediately steps up to help you in a panic, but you quietly wave him off with a sheepish smile as you grasp onto the edge of the concrete wall. “Normally I would go myself, but Hobie was too stubborn to let me out of bed today. Barely convinced him to let me go outside and wait here until you got them home.”

Aaron can’t help but stare at the cane in your grasp, your hand trembling around the handle, before he hesitantly looks back up at you. “Uh…yeah, s’no problem.”

When the Prowler first coerced told him about this whole arrangement, Aaron knew he got roped in as a damn on-call babysitter. Yeah, he was promised he can shadow the purple-clad vigilante for some robberies during the weekends, but with the way the bastard scared the shit out of him popping up on him out of the blue after school–

(“Hey, li’l man, I need you to–”

“WHAT THE FU–”)

– Aaron couldn’t help but think that the whole thing wasn’t worth it.

But this?

Propping your arm up and grabbing the other end of the cane, your fingers lightly tap along the hollow plastic while you tilt your head with a tired smile. “Honestly, I told Hobie I didn’t want to bother you last minute today, but he can be such a hardass, y’know? Like, you’re a teenager. You still have your own life and all, and–”

Your rambling ebbs through his ears in muffled waves, his thoughts too absorbed by the sight of you clinging onto the edge of the wall like a baby deer learning how to walk. You weren’t like this last time– you were holding a squirming baby Kitt with no problems, giving Billie a piggyback ride across the room without breaking a sweat, dancing with Ramona in the kitchen and still had the energy to chase down the Prowler of all people when he snuck a bite.

“ – I swear, the man never talks when it matters most,” you roll your eyes with a huff of mock disgruntlement. “He probably just told you to go pick up the girls without any explanation before heading off to work–”

Why the hell are you still talking to him? Don’t you need to go back home with the kids? Or at least sit back down?

“My god, anyway,” you let out an embarrassed scoff as you shake your head and hobble down from the stoop, with Aaron’s heart shooting up to his throat in a panic, “I feel really bad about having you come all the way over here for this, I honestly would have handled picking up the girls myself.”

With a small scoff, you reach into your pocket and pull out your phone. “Hobie didn’t even tell me how he was gonna pay you for helping out with the kids, and I know he didn’t tell you. I’ll just send you some money through Venmo or something–”

“Wait– no, no, no, no, no!”

Aaron instantly stops you from fiddling with your phone, “you really don’t need to–”

“Wha– no! It’s fine! Plus you got the girls some candy, so I can at least pay you back–”

“No, you really don’t, seriously–”

His voice wavers the more he looks down at your trembling grip on the cane. Were you like this last time? How come he never noticed before?

“I can just eat over here again,” Aaron blurts out, his ears pounding and tingles crawling along the back of his head. Heat prickles the back of his neck as he clears his throat and looks away from you, his voice trailing off the more he’s under your scrutiny.

“Like, whenever you need me to babysit and all’at… ‘m fine with just eating with everybody again…”

The lingering silence muffles and clings to Aaron’s ears, and it grows suffocating the longer it goes. Squirming and shifting his weight on his feet, he nervously glances back at you, only to meet the soft amusement in your gaze as you prop your cane on the concrete and straighten up.

It’s weird; he should hate that look in your eyes. Normally his skin would prickle and his blood would boil under those kinds of eyes– like they won’t take him seriously, like he’s a damn kid. Honestly, he’d rather take the thinly-veiled anger and suspicion he usually sees than some smug belittlement.

But with you? It doesn’t feel like that at all. It feels…warm, somehow?

“Alright, alright,” you acquiesce with a reluctant smile and a tap from your cane, “if you say so. But just so you know, I’m gonna have Hobie talk to you about payment either way. He mentioned having you tag along with him for work during weekends, so you should at least get something out of that.”

The mere mention of work from your lips makes his stomach churn. Do you know about the Prowler? Could he even talk about it with you?

“Anyway–” your voice once again cuts through the spiraling thoughts, a playful glint shining in your eyes– “since you’re here, did you wanna come up and stay for dinner again? Hobie and the girls are thinking of making some stew, but I’ll make sure to keep an eye on them and keep the kitchen intact.”

A small huff of laughter slips through Aaron’s nose despite himself, the casual invitation back to that chaotically warm family table making his heart lurch, but the weight of the spray paint in his backpack suddenly grows heavier, the straps biting into his shoulders.

“...m’bad, not tonight,” Aaron reluctantly sighs, his stomach churning from your eyes flickering in disappointment. “Got something else going on later…”

You nod along with an understanding smile, something that Aaron can’t help but feel he doesn’t deserve at the moment. “Maybe next time then. Make sure you stay safe, okay?”

His heart squeezes tighter from the clear concern in your voice, tightening even more when you turn around and attempt to hobble back up the stoop. He rushes up by your side and gently takes your free arm, heat flaring up on his cheeks from the surprise in your eyes.

“At least let me do this much…” Aaron mumbles, his eyes refusing to leave the concrete steps while he gingerly helps you up the steps. “Just until you get to the top…”

Ignoring the burning flush on his nape and on his cheeks, he continues to help you ascend to the front door, all the while your laughter chimes through the racket of the ongoing traffic.

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

You always have the best thought out and researched Hobie takes, so I have a punkflower question for you. How does Hobie respond to his boyfriend's father being a cop? I feel too many fics and creators tend to brush it under the rug. How do you think that situation would pan out?

OOOOHHH YAY HOBIE AND COP STUFFFFF SO lets talk about

Miles, Hobie, and Having a Dad In Blue

[I'm gonna be transparent like Miles - there's no open romance in this. This is mainly a short thing about Hobie helping Miles heal from the pressures of his family - just wanted to give a heads up so no one gets to the end and gets disappointed lol]

Honestly, when I think about it -

I think Hobie's first reaction would be more about Miles, than it would be his own feelings.

Like I don't think his first thought would be 'ew' or 'that's horrible' . I think automatically his first thought would be -

'That makes a lot of sense'.

First thing that pops into his head.

Hobie and Miles come from two very different universes, and the ways they handle their shared identity of Spider-man is really different too.

We hear it directly in Hobie's introduction - He's NOT a Role Model.

But earlier in the movie, Officer Davis' biggest gripes with Spider-man - with Miles - is that he is not enough of a role model.

Miles is trying his best. He wants to be a good hero for his dad's sake - knowing one day the cat will be out of the bag.

That's different than Gwen and her father. Her father already knows GhostSpider as a murderer, and there's no reversing that. Gwen knew her father would never accept her - so she hasto keep it a secret - in definitely.

She'll never be a role model to her father - and she's not trying to be anymore. That's Gwen's arc.

An arc Miles hasn't gone on yet. He still wants to be a role model. He wants his dad to idolize and like Spider-man because he doesn't plan to keep it a secret indefinitely.

Unlike Gwen, he wants his father to know who he is.

But he can't - he still feels like he has something to live up to - a code of honor he feels he isn't reaching.

Miles wants to be good enough.

So Hobie sees him going through this struggle all the time, of wanting to be like Peter, wanting to impress his dad, worrying about telling his parents. And not knowing the source -

And then Miles is like "OH By the way, my dad's a cop."

I feel like it would just click for Hobie. He'd be like "That makes a lot of sense, if I'm being honest."

If anything I think he'd feel for Miles first and foremost. That's what Hobie does.

He'd immediately see Miles, and the effect his dad has on him, in both good and bad ways. His dad helps Miles strive to be better - but that also leaves him feeling guilty and alone.

I think he'd go on to be like "That's gotta be tough. Is that the reason why you X, Y, Z?"

And Miles - Poor Miles probably wouldn't even pick up on this until that very moment. Having Hobie say to this him would probably leave him a little shook.

But it'd be SO relieving.

Gwen and Miles don't talk about their family. Gwen isn't a talky person. Miles doesn't really have anyone to talk to about his family dynamic or his situation at home.

Like even Miles!42 - His uncle Aaron KNOWS he's Prowler. Miles doesn't have that support.

And then Hobie would give it to him, and be like 'I understand', 'That must suck', 'You don't have to be a role model, you just have to be yourself.'

Hobie offers that support all without Miles asking - (Miles is finna cry)

All because Miles having a cop as a dad immediately explains a lot of the struggles he's going through. And Hobie can see that. It makes him frustrated and he'd want to at least be someone Miles can talk to.

Like police corruption and oppression aside, living in the shadow of someone with a black and white view of right and wrong, or good and bad, sucks.

Growing up under someone who abides by order and swears by it SUCKS, because the world in unorderly. The universe is.

Hobie knows this. Him meeting Officer Davis however is a whole thing -

Honestly speaking, I'd think he'd look at Miles dad with pity. Like 'Damn you're a good father and a good husband - but you're a cop'.

He'd probably turn up to the cookout, make himself and his views known (not changing the laces) and if Miles' dad really finds a problem with them he can ask.

Hobie will happily tell him "I'm not from here. The place I'm from is a lot less nice and a lot more corrupt than this one. What I did ain't fun - but it was in the name of liberty. I guess you know all about 'defending liberty', don't you? You wear a blue uniform to remind you. I wear blue laces."

Because it's the truth. Hobie will say that shit without blinking. Standing there like

'Now is there a problem, officer?' Just because he wears blue laces DOESN'T mean he lacks a moral code.

Hobie has a moral code. A VERY strong one - and simply in the way he carries himself, you can tell that he's committed to that code.

Maybe even more than Officer Davis. They have two different moral codes, but I'm sure Miles dad can identify on sight - and respect - 'We both are the type to stand by what we think is right'

Because by Hobie not changing himself, he's showing that he won't bend his morals for Miles' family. But there's differences in the way they operate and that's okay.

But ALL IN ALL -

I think Hobie learning about Miles' Dad would

Bring them closer together. For the first time Miles has words and reason behind the pressure he feels. Why he looks up to his dad and is annoyed with him at the same time. Hobie would catch the connection right away, and open the discussion. And Miles is open to talking, we see it in their scene before Miguel's office. I think having that outlet would help Miles SO much. I feel like he'd become more confident over night. Hobie telling him there's no rules or laws or academy when it comes to being Spider-man. There are certain circumstances where the police just can't help. That's what Spider-man is for. To go above and beyond the black and white authority society has created. It'd be so liberating for Miles.

Garner some respect between Officer Davis and Hobie. It kinda sounds backwards. But lets be honest, if they're at the dinner table and Officer Davis asks about one of Hobie's political patches - he's gonna tell him what he thinks straight out. Hobie's wearing a 'Dearm the Police' patch and Miles' dad asks about it - Hobie's gonna be like 'Yeah, they don't need those weapons. The lot of them are already weapons themselves.' And of course Officer Davis is gonna want a conversation about it, and Hobie loves hearing himself talk. But it never gets heated. It's them going back and forth dropping these huge points and citing examples and bringing up theoretical scenarios. It's just - THEY KEEP TALKING. Rio is like 'Hun, please your food is getting cold.' And Jeff is like 'One second - *Turns to Hobie* In 1983 there was a court case about a cop- *continues his long as counterpoint*' What even more interesting - HOBIE HAS A BETTER UNDERSTANDING OF HISTORY THAN JEFF. Yeah, all those cases in the 70's that Jeff was a baby for. Yeah, Hobie was there and a teenager - the equivalent of cases still match up. So Jeff is debating at the dinner table with a dude who is technically older than him - but he doesn't know that so Hobie keeps catching him off guard with that SMUG ASS GRIN Miles is sighing under his breath like 'Hobie COME ON let him win PLEASE' So for Miles, and ONLY MILES, Hobie lets it slide. Until Jeff turns on the TV. And the first thing they see on the screen is s report about politics and NOW THEY'RE BACK AT IT AGAIN FUCK Hobie pointing at the screen like 'Case & Point, m8. Thats exactly what I mean!' Fuck outta here, Hobie will debate till the cows come home.

It'd help Miles and his dad a lot Officer Davis would probably be left with a HUGE amount of respect for Hobie. Because yeah he looks like a delinquent - to someone obvious trained by the system. But Hobie knows his shit. He knows how to maneuvour in conversation, how to pick peoples brains, and understand their reasoning. He GENUINELY wants to have a conversation. Because he genuinely believes he can back himself up in a calm and logic way. So why not talk about it? After Hobie leaves there would always be a silence - and that's because yeah they went back and fourth for 40 minutes, but Hobie ALWAYS leaves you with something to think about. Or consider. Or re-evaluate. Honestly Miles has NO idea what his dad thinks. Usually his dad would be ranting still - but he looks more thoughtful. Just replaying the discussion he had with Hobie. Miles might ask his dad what he thinks - but his dad might say something vague like Officer Stacy did - call him a 'piece of work' It isn't until later when Miles' dad knocks on his door that he realizes how much Hobie has an impact. Even if his dad didn't know about his secret identity - I think he would see how much his police training effects his home and Miles in specific. How much pressure that can put on someone. Officer Davis would replay the story Hobie told him of the unnamed girl whose father shot at her. And he'd consider how anyone could choose their badge over their kid. Maybe he has a discussion with Miles, apologizes for the pressure he puts on him, telling Miles he's proud of him.

And Miles would know it's all because of Hobie. Because Hobie cares about him and Hobie knows how to approach people, all type of people.

Officer Davis would KNOW how Hobie feels about cops. And he's know why. He'd at the very least understand Hobie, or respect him. Hobie would make him realize - 'Oh hey, you don't have to be a role model to be a good person'.

Because Hobie Brown is NOT a role model. He's something better.

That's just how I see it. I think Hobie is a great mediator tbh. It's his strongest talent. It's the reason why Miles trusts him to much to begin with.

ANNNDDD As per usual if you made it this far - THANK YOU!!!! The gift shop is to the left. As courtesy here is a photo of Hobie with a bonus photo of Miles that I think is really really funny.

I don't know why that photo of Miles is SOOO funny to me- I think its the fact his hands are in fists his expression is so unreadable IT LOOKS LIKE HES ABOUT TO SOCK ME IN THE MOUTH Im in legit tears laughing at that

Bye.

[hobiebrownismygod]

Rising - 1610!Miles Morales x Fem!Reader

~3.1k words

Synopsis: Miles knew he would have to battle with his guilt from his Uncle Aaron's death, but he never expected to get involved with the Prowler again. This time, the Prowler returns with a new face.

TW: Death, Mention of Murder & Robbery

A/N: Reader doesn't have a specified race. I talk about Reader's eyes a little bit, but nothing is specified other than them being pretty <3

Edit: Based off prompt by @homiesondaweb go check them out

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10:36 A.M. Aaron Davis's Funeral - Miles' POV __________________________________________________

"Thank you for coming." Miles watched as his mom quietly whispered her thanks to the numerous family members approaching them with their kind words and back pats. He forced a smile as a woman he didn't even know cupped his face in her hands, her condolences barely audible over the loud murmurs of the rest of the funeral crowd. The cold Brooklyn breeze sent shivers down his spine, his thin suit coat doing little to prevent the goosebumps from rapidly spreading across his skin.

It was a gloomy day, dark clouds on the horizon blocking the sun, the inevitable chance of pouring rainfall growing closer and closer as the wind pushed the overcast towards the funeral service. It had been exactly one week and two days since his Uncle Aaron's sudden death. The cops, well Miles' dad Jeff, had done a good job covering up his uncle's involvement in the collider sequence that generated the tens of tiny earthquakes, shaking New York to its core and leading to thousands worth of property damage. It was as if the Prowler had never existed. They said that his uncle died during one of the earthquakes, trapped under the rubble while trying to help evacuate a neighborhood but Miles knew better.

He knew the truth. He knew that his uncle wasn't a good guy. He knew that he'd been working with Kingpin. He knew about the Sinister Six. But worse than all the rest, he knew that it was his fault his uncle was dead. Because if he hadn't been bit by that damn spider, Aaron Davis would still be alive.

"Dear friends and family, we gather here today in grief and love to remember the life of Aaron Davis and to support one another during this difficult time. As we come together, let us take a moment to offer a prayer of comfort, healing, and strength..."

It was starting. Miles quickly took a seat next to his mom who was silently dabbing the corner of her eye with a small, white napkin. She put her hand on top of Miles' squeezing gently and shooting him a slight smile before they both turned their heads to look back over at his father, who was approaching the podium to give his farewell speech. Miles watched as his father pulled out what looked like a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket, looked at it for a moment, and then shoved it back in with a sigh. He placed his hands on both sides of the microphone, eliciting a small, high-pitched screech, evoking subtle winces among the crowd.

His dad cleared his throat, and began to speak, his voice wavering slightly with every change in tone. It was hard for him, probably harder than it was for Miles. Miles couldn't help but feel a little proud of his dad for being able to stand up there and talk about the man that they'd lost, because he knew that if he himself tried to go up there, he'd break down and never be able to build himself back up again.

"Aaron was my baby brother. But more than that, he was my best friend." His dad chuckled slightly, memories flooding his mind as he continued, "I remember when we were young, how the two of us would go out causing trouble like we were invincible. Like nothing could break us..."

As Miles's focus slowly wavered, he felt his father's voice becoming more and more muffled. Miles' mind was overwhelmed by unwelcome thoughts, flooding his senses and making his swallowing sharper and his eyes heavier. If I hadn't been bit...would he still be here today? He closed his eyes quickly, to prevent himself from breaking down right there, swallowing back his tears before opening them again and looking back at his father. If I hadn't been followed...would he have survived?

If I'd shook him off my path that day, he would've never realized that I was going to Aunt May's house. And he wouldn't have caught me. And I wouldn't have taken my mask off. And he wouldn't have been shot.

Miles heard clapping and opened his eyes again, forcing a smile onto his face and clapping along with everyone else while his dad sat down in the seat next to him. Another person went up to the stand, someone Miles didn't know. As the person began to talk, Miles felt his mind wandering again, back to those horrible, horrible thoughts. But there was a hint of truth behind them, wasn't there? If I hadn't-

He felt a tingling sensation in his body, the hairs on his arms standing up and a weird, almost nauseating feeling entering the front of his forehead. His spider-sense. It was detecting something.

He subtly turned his head to the side, where the sense was telling him to look. His eyes scanned over his surroundings, taking in the faces of all the people there, most of whom he'd never met before. Many of them were relatives on his dad's side, people who he didn't meet often because of his dad's messy relationship with his parents. He'd never told Miles why exactly he never got to meet his grandparents, but Miles knew not to ask. Family issues were difficult.

His eyes landed on a pair of people, one larger than the other. They were both covered from head to toe in funeral attire, the larger one wearing a black suit and the smaller one, probably a young girl, wearing a simple black dress. They looked just like everyone else, except for the fact that they were wearing face-masks to cover their faces, something you didn't often see at a funeral. It was as if they were trying to hide something.

Miles continued to stare at the pair, gears turning in his brain as he tried to see if he could recognize them. Despite not being able to see their expressions, they looked solemn. His spider-sense began to die down and he decided it must've been a fluke, but even then he couldn't help but continue to gaze at them. Especially at the girl. He was mesmerized. He couldn't even see her face, but he felt some kind of weird connection. Like he knew her from somewhere. Or she knew him.

Suddenly, her eyes darted towards him. He immediately looked away, feeling his face turn hot as he pursed his lips together, looking down and fidgeting with his fingers. His spider-sense went off like crazy and he could feel her hard stare boring into his skull, those entrancing eyes glaring right at him. He stayed like that for a few minutes, barely even breathing as he waited for her to look away. When she did, he looked back more subtly this time, and then looked back at the stand with a newfound sense of focus.

"Aaron Davis was a good man who died a hero's death. May his soul Rest In Peace for all eternity..."

Another person who must've been close to Miles' uncle was talking, preaching about how perfect he was. Miles couldn't help but wonder...if only they knew. His uncle was a hero, but not for the reasons everyone else believed. He'd saved Miles. But Miles couldn't save him.

Eventually, after all the speeches finished, Miles stood up and walked with the crowd toward where his uncle's coffin would be buried. Everyone watched intently as the coffin was lowered into the ground and everyone stayed silent while they threw in their white roses and other flowers. Some were crying, some were sniffling, but Miles stayed quiet. He couldn't break down yet. Not here. Not in front of everyone.

Once everyone else was finished, Miles approached the coffin silently, a single sunflower in his hand. He raised his hand out toward the coffin, and let the sunflower fall down, catching on the wind and slowly drifting onto the top of the coffin. "Goodbye, Unc." He whispered, just loud enough for nobody else but him to hear. He felt red hot tears filling up his eyes as he stepped back from the grave. "I'll miss you."

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8 days earlier, 17 hours after Aaron Davis's death Your house - your POV __________________________________________________

"Hey kiddo."

You looked up as your father walked into your room, sitting down on the bed and watching you as you continued working on your newest project. Hover-shoes. They looked like normal shoes, but the soles were replaced with a strong magnet which would push you off the floor and help you hover for a little more than a few minutes. They would be useful if you ever needed to sneak around without making noise, because they'd prevent you from touching the ground.

You placed the shoe sole you'd been manipulating down and looked over at your father, eyebrow raised. He rarely delivered good news like this, so something must've happened.

"Hey? What's up?" You asked, slightly nervous as you watched him put his hand on the back of his neck before looking away from you. The guilty look on his face told you something was definitely wrong. You quieted your voice to a whisper before leaning toward him slightly. "Don't tell me...we've been compromised?" You asked, eyes wide with fear as your mind immediately went to the worst.

You and your father weren't the average duo. Actually, you were a lot more than average. Murder, espionage and robbery weren't father-daughter dates that were revered in modern society. But it was how you survived. It was really all you knew. You were just a little kid when you discovered what your father really did for a job, murdering and stealing for unknown bosses, a mercenary of some sorts. But unlike a normal child, you were excited. You weren't scared of your father's job, in fact, you wanted to be a part of it.

Your genius intellect might have had a hand in that reaction, considering you were never normal to begin with. Always the top of your class, always having to wait for the others to catch up, life was phenomenally boring for someone like you, so a bit of excitement never hurt. Your father's job also helped you build connections, connections with people most would be scared of. Except these connections did more for you than any fancy private school ever could. Learning from the best, although the public would consider them the worst. Being taught how to accomplish impossible feats. A life fit for a little Einstein.

"No, nothing like that" your father said quickly, waving off your fear that you'd been caught. The constant meetings between criminals in the apartment you stayed in would probably raise suspicion eventually, but for now the two of you were in the clear.

You leaned back in your chair, arms folded over your chest as you tilted your head at him. "Then what?" your breathing slowed down as your fright subsided, heart-beat back to a regular pace. Being a genius didn't prevent the occasional panic attack, although occasional could be considered an understatement. They happened often and randomly. You were never 100% safe when the chance of losing your ability to move and breathe was always on the corner. It was one of the reasons your father was so against you being out in the field. But you wanted to be there anyways, because after all, where's the fun in staying to the side?

"It's about...Aaron."

Your eyes widened as you leaned forward again, hands clasping in your lap. "What happened?" You asked quietly, dreading the response you'd receive. Aaron Davis was the Prowler. A revered member of the Sinister Six cartel. The mercenary of all mercenaries. Your role model. Your dad's best friend. Nothing could happen to your idol, the man who ate dinner at your table just three days ago. Nothing.

"He's dead."

You swallowed that sharp pain in your stomach back, blinking away the arrival of a tear in your eye. "What happened?" You repeated, voice a little bit harsher, tone a little bit colder.

"We're not sure. He was killed during his hunt for that kid. The new Spider-man." Your expression hardened. "Spider-man?"

Your father nodded solemnly. "We're trying to figure out who this kid is. The rest of the cartel wants him too. Aaron...we think he killed Aaron. Our cameras show him fleeing the crime scene."

You nodded back, folding your arms over you chest as you leaned back in your chair for a second time. You tilted your head so the back of it hit the top of your chair, before rolling it to the side, looking back at the pair of shoes you'd been working on. "So what's the plan then?

Your father stood up, putting his hands in his pockets before he approached you. "Before we go over the plan, I have something that might cheer you up, kid." You looked up at him, a little surprised. A present of some sort? Unlikely. Why would he bring it up after dropping something so heavy on you?

You stood up and followed him out, arriving in the living room where a medium-sized box sat on the couch. He leaned down and gently lifted it before handing it over to you. "Open it." he said with a nod.

You scrutinized his expression, trying to guess what might be in the box before you opened it. "What's this, then?"

"Just open it, (reader's name)."

You chuckled softly before removing the top of the box, peering inside curiously. A soft gasp escaped your lips, eyes watering at the sight of the present. Removing the top layer of tissue, you pulled out a mask.

The Prowler mask.

"He-he-did he-?"

"He left a voice message saying it was for you." Your father forced a smile at your expression. He was trying to support you, but he was obviously frightened at the idea of his daughter growing up so fast. Of his little girl turning into him.

"Thank you." you whispered, blinking back your tears. This gesture was almost too much. Your idol wanted you to carry on his legacy. It was almost poetic in a sense.

Your father nodded, putting his hand on your shoulder in a comforting way. "Lets talk about this plan, shall we?"

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7:50 A.M. - Monday Two days after the funeral - Miles POV

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"Mami, I'm gonna be late for school!" Miles said quickly, dodging another one of his mom's sloppy kisses before walking out the door. "Hey, un momento más! Dame un kiss first!" Miles groaned as his mom grabbed his face and placed another kiss on his cheek, but he couldn't help but smile at the gesture. She handed him his bag before walking back inside.

Miles was already late to school. He had 5 minutes until class started and it took 10 minutes for him to walk there. There was no way he'd be able to make it in time, unless...

ten minutes later

Miles arrived on top of the school building, panting slightly as he struggled to pull his school uniform over his head after three minutes of intense web-swinging. Swinging was almost as tiring as running, but Miles would never complain about how it felt to swing through the city as Spider-man. The adrenaline pumping through his veins, the exhilarating feeling of the cold wind slamming against the skin of his suit, speeding past cars and trucks, threading the needle between buildings and alleyways.

He was still going to be late, he realized as he tried to fix his tie while he ran through the hallways. He skid past the door he was supposed to enter and tripped, falling onto his face before he recovered and swung the door open, right as the bell rang.

The entirety of the class turned to look at him, the silence so loud you could hear it as he walked inside, beads of sweat still wetting his eyebrows. "Nice of you to join us, Mr. Morales." His physics teacher said with an eye roll, her voice barely drowning out the sound of his bright red Jordans squeaking across the floor while he attempted to sit down. "Nice of you to wait for me" he replied with a sheepish grin, setting his backpack down.

His teacher gave him a fake smile before gesturing for him to stand up. "Actually, I'm going to have you sit next to someone else for a little while." she said, eyeing the boy Miles had sat down next to. Ganke Lee shot her a sly grin back before subtly giving Miles a high-five under the seat.

"Back corner of the room. Quick, don't keep us waiting." Miles looked back at the area she was pointing at and shuffled toward the empty seat. He barely gave his new partner a glance before he sat down. He looked over at the person he'd have to share a table with and he let out an audible gasp.

Those eyes...

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Your POV

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You glanced over at him, eyes narrowing as you began to recognize him, scanning over his figure. An amused grin spread across your face as you watched him shut his mouth and turn away, obviously embarrassed at how loud he'd just been. You shook your head gently, a soft chuckle escaping your lips.

"Everyone pull out your textbooks and turn to page 76. Today we'll be learning about-"

Despite the teacher's ongoing lecture, you could feel his eyes on you, unmoving from your face. You bit the inside of your cheek, debating with yourself on whether or not you should ignore him. You decided to confront him, but before you could say anything-

"Hey. What's your name?"

You looked over at him, tucking a strand/lock of hair behind your ear as you did so.

"Y/N. You?" You tried your best to seem dry. You weren't here to make friends, but you couldn't help but shoot a smile at the sweet-looking boy next to you. He returned it, resting his face in his palm and leaning against the table as he watched you.

"I'm Mil-" his voice cracked slightly and he ducked his head in embarrassment, looking away. You stifled a laugh, covering your mouth with the back of your hand as you nodded at him. His face was a little flushed when he looked back at you. "Miles. Miles Morales."

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Me dressing up Niyah: she's a aiight girl Me designing her dad: so clearly this is Aaron Davis if he was the father to a girl he has many problematic ways oh maybe he's as corrupt as the penguin. oh maybe he was adopted by a crime family when he was a baby but they turned their back on him once his adoptive dad died