#different world

[spideypunksworld]

“My Gwen Stacy.”

Pairing(s): Hobie/spider-punk x reader

Warning(s): death, angst, bad dialogue

You’ve been dead for 3 years now. you and hobie had met at a local concert and had been friends for a year before you guys began to date. it was electric and so full of love, it was sickening. you found out he was spider man when he had to save you from a wicked man and the voice made you realize. ‘Isn’t this hobie?’ the more he talked, the more he gave it away.

You guys were talking one night and you suddenly said “so I thinks it’s cool how my boyfriend is spider-punk,” and he completely spit out his soda and stared at you like a bump on a log. “What? m’not spider-punk.” and he’d probably try to downplay the rest of the night but you knew. you always knew.

Soon, he began to open up to you about the spider-verse, the villains, and other spider-people. You appreciated it but it had always confused you of how nobody seemed to question why there were so many different spider-mans and why weren’t they all the same person in every universe? Hobie soon explained to you about the boy, Miles Morales. he explained how Miguel wanted to take him out and how he was the reason the Peter Parker of that world was now dead. He explained how Miles was a ‘glitch’, ‘mistake’, anything that meant was not supposed to happen.

You didn’t believe that. you believed in fate and destiny. Miles had been doing a pretty good job at being Spider-Man so even if Miguel was right and he wasn’t supposed to be, he was doing a pretty damn good job.

Hobie loved coming to your home after missions. He’d be all bruised and scratched and you’d patch him up and whisper sweet things like ‘please be more careful,’ ‘I know your tough but im not, so please,’ and ‘you know I hate to see you like this.’ Then you’d make him cookies, the sweet scent of vanilla and a warm cinnamon always was enough for him to eat and fall asleep, holding you.

Hobie would sneak into your home through your window, wincing as he heard the squeaky hinges. he’d make a mental note to fix it later. he walked as your floor boards creaked under his wide feet. he left a trail of clothes all the way till your room until he was just in his boxers. hobie would lay in your bed, watching you in the pajamas he bought for you. The grinch, he believes? He’d quickly snuggle under you and hold you with his much larger hands, one resting on your stomach as he glides it under your shirt and the other holding your hand.

Hobie didn’t talk about you to anyone. not to his friends, his band, his spider friends, no one. not because he was embarrassed or shamed or anything like that. he just couldn’t handle if the information about you got out and he’d had put you in harms way.

One fall night, you had been walking to the train station, alone. It was chilly out and you swore you could hear the birds plead to be somewhere warm and safe. you sighed as you waited, watching as your breath became fog and white, shifting in the air. before long, you felt a presence. you quickly whipped your head around only to be met with a harsh force against your face.

You woke up tied up to the top of the roof. your heart pounded and your head reeled. where the fuck were you? from the side of your head, you heard the mischievous laughter of the Green Goblin. your heart raced and you quickly looked around for any source of help.

“Y/N L/N, what a pleasure to finally meet you,” he began. You gritted your teeth and didn’t say a word to him. you were sure Hobie was about to bust through that door and beat this sickos ass any moment. Norman looked at you and towards the window before his head reeled back towards yours and his nasty looking smile only grew in size.

“Waiting for Spider-punk?” Your eyes widened and you looked at him, angrily. “What did you do to him?! I swear..!” He quickly cut you off. “It’s not nice to swear, little girl… and besides I haven’t done anything to him. you will be.” you made a conflicted face. ‘What is he talking about?’ You thought just as Spiderpunk busted through those doors.

they had been fighting for around 15 minutes before Norman jumped over your holding place in the air and cut the rope. you were falling. Green Goblin was making his getaway while you were falling. your eyes teared and you watched as your boyfriend slung off his mask and quickly jumped to save you. you both fell and his web caught you too late. your head had already slammed against the concrete and you were bleeding out. you were gone.

He stood there shocked. His pupils dilated and tears began to stream down his face like a river. He shook with fear, anger, sadness, and most importantly guilt. He fell to his knees infront of you and screamed at the top of his lungs, tears streaming from every which way. He even laid on top of your now cold shallow chest, screaming for help, asking - begging someone to bring his lover back.

That was 3 years ago. now he was only left with the memory and the look of your face that night. He was standing in the HeadQuarters while portals after portals opened up, showing more spider-people than the last. He watched as Miguel stood up in a freight, everyone getting ready to fight as a brand new portal opened up.

Hobie’s interest peaked. ‘A new spider-man?’ He came over to them and watched as you came out. His eyes went wide as he stared at the face of his lover. he physically had to beg himself not to cry as he looked over your figure. everyone else felt awkward, seeing hobie and his supposedly dead girlfriend back together once again.

spider you, stared at him. it felt like you two had met before but that’s absurd. you’d have remembered such a pretty face. you had walked up to him and was about to introduce yourself when tears began to trail down his face. Frantic and abit confused, spider-you pulled him into a hug. your face in his chest and your hands trying to overcome his lengthy body. “Im sorry, lass, you just.. look like someone I know.. knew.”

As he changed his word choice, spider-you knew that meant his you was .. dead. you swallowed thickly. That thought becoming eminent in your mind. another you is dead. “Whats your name? mines Y/N L/N!” Hobie drew back a smile, still as energetic and authentic as you always were. “Hobie Brown.” He answered, biting back a slick ‘don’t you know?’ this wasn’t HIS y/n.

Hobie didn’t care that the others could see him in such a state nor did he care if he had over shared. you deserved to know. “What was I to you?” You asked as you two had began to walk away from the others, not wanting them to pry. “You were.. my Gwen Stacy.”

A/N: hello guys! First Hobie Brown Fic, hope you enjoyed! Let me know if you’d like a part two and I am still working on dialogue. I’ve never been great at dialogue but I will try harder if you guys let me know you want more talking scenes.

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Iron Maiden - Different World

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Scary Art 1

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[tilbageidanmark]

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[juhnkit]

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Ong

[oldshowbiz]

1987.

How low can Bill Cosby go.

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Iron Maiden - Different World

[rastronomicals]

1:08 PM EDT April 24, 2024:

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Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

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